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19/09/2026

I know about this story, but not in this way. This is the complete story of how the late Kenneth Hagin changed his thinking concerning money 💵. Be blessed.

HOW GOD TAUGHT ME PROSPERITY.
Kenneth E. Hagin.

In one of his books, Kenneth E Hagin narrated the story of how God taught him prosperity.

The account gives deeper insight into the secret of biblical prosperity, how to achieve it and the basic requirements for qualification.

After leaving the last church he pastored, Kenneth Hagin went into the field ministry in 1949. He went from church to church holding revival meetings. After about a year on the mission field, he got hold of the verse that said, "If you are willing and obedience, you shall eat the good of the land" (Isa. 1:19).

At that point in time, he was in dire financial need. He had to sell off his worn-out car to settle his banknotes and buy his kids a few clothes. That year, his total income was 1200 dollars lesser than that of the previous year when he was still a pastor. I know 1200 dollars may not sound big now but in 1949, it was a good deal of money.

His financial situation was quite disturbing that he had to take the matter to God in prayer. He was away from home and was fasting. Every day, he talked to the Lord about his situation.

He said, "Lord, you see that I obeyed you when you told me to leave that church I was pastoring and to go out on the field. I did what you said to do. And you said, "If you be willing and obedient you shall eat the good of the land."

"Now, Lord, here's what that church paid me, plus they furnished the parsonage - the best parsonage we ever lived in. All the utilities were paid and probably half of what we ate was paid for because people just constantly brought food to the parsonage for us. They also sent us to every convention we need to attend. The church paid our way there and back, and a lot of times, they would buy me a new suit and my wife a new dress."

Besides that, now he had to pay for his traveling expenses, rent and utilities just from the money he received when holding meetings in the field. He had to pay his way to the conventions that were necessary to attend. All that took a big chunk out of his income, probably half of it.

He added, "Lord, see how much better off I would have been if I had stayed where I was? And they wanted me to stay. The church board said, 'Brother Hagin, if you'll stay with us, we'll just vote you in as pastor indefinitely. Just stay here till Jesus comes.'"

I said, "Now, Lord, I obeyed You. If You hadn't spoken to me, I was perfectly satisfied from the natural standpoint to stay where I was." I told the Lord, "I obeyed You. But now we're living in a three-room apartment. My children are not adequately housed. They're not adequately clothed. They're not adequately fed. We're sure not eating the good of the land."

On the third day, God spoke to him in a still small voice. He said, "The reason you are not eating of the good of the land is because you don't qualify".

He replied, "What do you mean I don't qualify, Lord. I obey you."

Then, God said, " You qualify on the obedience side but not on the willing side. So you don't qualify. You obeyed me all right in leaving that church but you are not willing."

After hearing this, the man of God made some adjustments in his spirits and became willing. Well, part of being willing and obedient means that one's motives must be pure. If not, there is no way God can make one prosperous. It also involves getting one's thinking straightened out.

His motives were pure but God still has to change his thinking. His thinking has to be stretched in line with the word of God.

As he continued to seek God concerning his finances, spending time in the Word with prayer and fasting, the Lord asked him to go back to the Book of beginnings. By that, God meant the Book of Genesis.

The Lord went on to tell him that He made the world and the fullness thereof. He created it. He said, "Then I created My man, Adam." And the Lord saw that it was not good for man to be alone, so He created Eve.

The Lord said to them, "I give you dominion over all the works of My hands" (Gen. 1:26, 28). Over how much? Over all the works of His hands!

After the Lord showed him these scriptures in Psalm 50:10-12 and Genesis 1, He said, "There's another scripture that says, 'The silver is mine, and the gold is mine, saith the Lord of hosts'" (Hag.2:8). He then said, "They're all Mine, not because they're in My possession, but because I created them.

"But who do you think I created the cattle upon a thousand hills for? Who do you think I created the silver and the gold for?

"Who do you think I created the world and the fullness thereof for? For the devil and his crowd? No. I made them for My man, Adam.

"But," the Lord continued, "My people have wrong thinking."

You see, the devil can run a nightclub, and he and his crowd don't mind spending thousands of dollars to put up an electric sign to let everyone know what it is. But if someone puts up a nice sign for the church, there are people who will object to that.

How come the devil and his crowd have most of the silver and gold since the Lord made it for Adam? Did you ever wonder about that?

The Lord said, "The silver and gold are not all here for the devil and his crowd. I made it all for My man, Adam, but then he committed high treason against Me.

He surrendered it all to Satan.

When the Adam was created, He was in a sense the god of this world because God created the world and the fullness thereof and gave him dominion over it all (Gen. 1:26,28).

But we read Second Corinthians 4:4 that Satan is the god of this world. Well, Satan wasn't the god of this world to begin with. So how did he become the god of this world? Adam committed treason and sold out to him.

From Luke 4:6 and 7, we know Adam turned his dominion over to Satan because Satan said to Jesus, ".

All this power will I give thee, and the glory of them: for that is delivered unto me; and to whomsoever I will I give it. If thou therefore wilt worship me, all shall be thine.

Some people say, "Well, that wasn't Satan's to give." But if it wasn't Satan's to give, then it wouldn't be a temptation to Jesus. And if it wasn't a temptation, then why does the Bible say he was tempted (Luke 4:2)?

It's silly to think that Jesus wasn't really tempted by the devil. We know that Jesus is deity, but we must also realize that in his humanity, he was tempted (Heb. 4:15). Satan showed Jesus the kingdoms of the world and their glory. He promised to deliver it to Jesus if he would worship him. The question is who gave it to Satan.

Well, Adam did!

The Lord told Kenneth Hagin all this and related it to faith for finances.

As he continued praying and waiting before God, The Lord told him, "The money you need is down there. It isn't up here in Heaven. I don't have any American dollars up here. I'm not going to rain any money down from Heaven because if I did, it would be counterfeit. And I'm not a counterfeiter."

After the Lord had shown him this, He said, "Whatever you need, you just claim it."

The reason we have the right to claim our needs met is because Jesus defeated the devil. So we must use our Christ-given authority to enforce Satan's defeat and enjoy God's blessing that we have in Christ, including financial prosperity.

When the Lord told him to claim the money he needed, he was telling me to believe and exercise spiritual authority in the area of finances.

The Lord had told him that the money he needed was not in heaven but on earth. God told him it was Satan who kept it from coming, not him. So God told him not to pray about money the way he had been praying. He told him to claim whatever he needed in Jesus name and then say, "Satan, get your hand off my money." And then say, "Go ministering spirits and cause it to come". This was way back in 1950. According to him, from that day, he had not prayed about money the same way ever again.

Hallelujah!

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26/05/2026

I lost my phone to one-chancers. I pray that they will repent from stealing and turn to God, amen

12/05/2026

Kathryn Kuhlman died on February 20, 1976, at Hillcrest Medical Center in Tulsa, Oklahoma.

She was 68.

Multiple organ systems had failed in the days prior, yet her heart, which physicians expected to show arrhythmia before stopping, ceased without transition, without the irregular rhythm that precedes death in nearly every clinical case. The monitor went directly from normal sinus to silence.

The nurse who last attended her recorded a final request in the chart: that she would die on February 20th at 1:13 a.m., and that only roses be placed at her funeral.

Fifteen minutes later, a nurse beginning her first shift entered the room to check for a pulse. She found the body neither cold nor warm but distinctly hot to the touch. The room carried a heavy fragrance of roses, pervasive enough that she stopped. When the ICU head nurse arrived shortly after to record the time of death, both women found it difficult to remain standing in the room. They read the charted notes. The time written in Kuhlman's own final request matched the hour of her death exactly.

The last words recorded before she lost consciousness were: "Love. Love. Love. Love Jesus."

Neither nurse professed faith at the time. The younger one, still seated in the room, wept and converted on the spot.

Kuhlman's funeral was held with roses, as she had asked. She had requested nothing else, and nothing else was needed.

What a saint! What a way to go!

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19/04/2026

When Katherine Kuhlman died in 1976, something unusual happened in the hospital. The power went out in the 800-bed hospital.

Normally, when someone is about to die, their heartbeat becomes irregular before it stops. But in her case, that did not happen. Her heart was fine, even though other parts of her body were failing. She passed away suddenly.

Fifteen minutes later, a new nurse on her first day at work and not a believer went in to check her pulse.

Katherine’s body was not cold.
It was not even warm.
It was hot.

The room was filled with a very strong smell of roses not just a few, but as if there were millions of roses.

The head nurse later came in to record the time of death, which was 1:13 a.m. on February 20th. She scolded the new nurse, thinking someone had brought flowers into the ICU, which is not allowed.

But there were no flowers anywhere.

Yet, the smell of roses was not only in her room. It spread across four floors of the hospital, through an underground passage, and even into another nearby hospital.

The fragrance seemed to be coming from Katherine’s room, even though no roses were there.

The new nurse said the atmosphere in the room was so strong and overwhelming that she and another nurse could hardly stay inside. It felt like a powerful spiritual presence.

Later, when they checked the notes written by the previous nurse, they found Katherine’s final words:

“I will die on February 20th at 1:13 a.m. Please have only roses at my funeral.”

The new nurse, who did not believe before, was deeply moved. She sat down, cried, and gave her life to Jesus.

It was a powerful moment, leaving this world in such glory, and even bringing someone to faith at the moment of death.

Katherine was welcomed into eternity, as if surrounded by roses, hearing the words:

"Well done, my good and faithful servant.”

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18/04/2026

I was 34 years old, jobless, broke, and living in my married younger sister’s BQ.

One morning, I woke up and found the door to my room locked from the outside.

Yes, someone had locked me inside.

I thought it was a mistake.

I banged on the door. I called her number. No answer.

I texted her husband. Delivered. No reply.

Two hours later, a knock. It was my sister. She didn’t open the door. She just whispered through the wood.

“Broda, please manage inside today. My in-laws are around. They are big people. I no wan make dem ask who you be or why you never marry at your age.”

Then silence.

My heart tore into tiny, sharp pieces.

I had no bed. Just a mat on the floor. The fan was dead. The heat in that small room started to cook my skin.

I spent the whole day sweating, hungry, ashamed, and forgotten.

I wanted to scream. I wanted to break the door. But I sat down on that mat and wept.

Not because they locked me in. But because I realized that even poverty has a smell, and I had started to carry it.

Let me tell you how I got here.

I once worked in a bank. I had a car. I lived in an estate. I wasn't a billionaire, but I had dignity.

Until I trusted the wrong friend.

He convinced me to take a loan of ₦4 million for a "sure" oil and gas business. I signed the papers. He disappeared with the money.

The bank suspended me. Then they fired me. Then they blacklisted me.

Just like that, my phone stopped ringing. People who used to call me "Boss" suddenly couldn't remember my birthday.

When my rent expired, I begged everyone. My best friend told me, “You for marry na. At least your wife go fit support you.”

I laughed like it was funny. But when I dropped the call, I cried until my eyes turned red.

That’s how I moved into my sister’s BQ.

At first, they were nice. Then they stopped being nice. They started locking the fridge. They stopped greeting me in the morning. They told their children not to sit on my lap because my clothes were "dusty."

They said I was “too spiritual” because I prayed aloud at night. I apologized and started whispering my prayers.

But they still treated me like a ghost.

By 4:00 PM, my tummy was making sounds like a beaten drum. I hadn't eaten since yesterday.

I stood by the window, watching freedom through the rusty burglar bars.

And I did something I hadn’t done in months. I prayed.

But not the kind of prayer you say when you want a miracle. This was the kind of prayer you say when you are finished, empty, and ready to die.

I said, “God, I don’t even know if You still see me. But if You do… I am tired.”

No shouting. No "falling under the anointing." Just hot tears on a cold floor.

I eventually slept off on that mat.

Around 6:30 PM, my phone rang.

It was a number I didn’t know. I almost didn’t pick. But a voice in my head said, “Answer it.”

“Hello, is this Mr. Emmanuel?” the woman asked.

I said yes.

She started screaming on the phone. “Thank You, Jesus! I’ve been searching for you for five years!”

I sat up.

She said, “My name is Mrs. Ifeoma. You used to work at the branch in Victoria Island, right?”

I said yes.

She began to sob. “Twelve years ago, I came to your desk. I was a widow. I had no collateral, but my children were out of school. You used your own money to help me start my small poultry. Today, I own three of the biggest farms in the South-East.”

I couldn't breathe.

She said, “I don’t know where you are or what you are doing, but God told me I won't sleep until I find the man who saved my life when I was nothing.”

She paused.

“Please, text me your account number. I want to send you a small token for transport so you can come and see me tomorrow.”

I sent it with shaking hands.

Five minutes later, my phone buzzed.

I looked at the screen. I rubbed my eyes. I looked again.

My sister’s husband had locked the door, but God had just opened a portal.

The alert was ₦10,000,000.

I fell on my knees and let out a scream that shook the whole house.

The door suddenly flew open. My sister and her husband rushed in, thinking I had gone mad or died.

When they saw the screen of my phone, their faces turned white.

The room was silent. You could hear a pin drop.

My sister’s husband tried to touch my shoulder. “Emma, wetin happen? Why you dey scream?”

I didn't answer him. I just showed them the phone.

When they saw the zeros, my sister started shaking. She tried to hug me, but I stepped back.

“Broda, I... I was just trying to protect you from my in-laws,” she stammered.

I didn't say a word. I didn't curse them. I didn't even pack my bags, there was nothing in them anyway but rags.

I walked out of that BQ barefooted. I walked past her rich in-laws in the sitting room. They stared at me like I was a madman.

I stepped outside and looked at the stars. They looked different.

That night, I slept in a hotel. I took a bath with hot water. I ate a meal that cost more than my sister’s monthly feeding allowance.

But I didn't sleep on the bed. I slept on the floor.

I wanted to remind myself that 24 hours ago, I was a prisoner.

On Monday morning, I went to see Mrs. Ifeoma.

She didn't just give me money. She handed me a set of keys.

“This is a 4-bedroom bungalow,” she said. “And my company needs a Chief Operating Officer. I know your record. I know your heart. Will you help me?”

I went from a mat in a BQ to a boardroom in a week.

I bought 10 suits. I bought a car. I changed my number.

But I didn't forget the mat.

I went back to my sister’s house two months later. I drove a car that made the neighbors come out of their houses.

I walked in. My sister saw me and started crying. She thought I came for revenge.

I sat her down and her husband down. I brought out an envelope.

Inside was ₦2 million and a key to a shop.

“This is for you,” I said.

She froze. “After what I did to you?”

I smiled. “If you didn't lock that door, I wouldn't have been forced to pray that kind of prayer. You didn't lock me in; you locked the world out so I could hear God.”

We hugged and cried. I forgave them, but I never moved back.

Today, I run a foundation called "The Mat Testimony."

We find people who have been discarded by their families. We find men who have lost their dignity to poverty.

Because I realized something: God doesn't need your family to agree before He blesses you.

Sometimes, God allows people to reject you so that when the blessing comes, they will know it wasn't by their power.

If you are reading this and you feel like you are behind a locked door…

If your family has turned their back on you…

If you are eating the bread of sorrow…

Listen to me: The door isn't locked to keep you in. It’s locked to keep the distractions out because your miracle is about to land.

Your ₦10 million alert is coming. Your Mrs. Ifeoma is searching for you.

Don't give up on that mat. God is still on the throne.

If you believe God is turning your story around this month, SHARE this to bless someone!

THE END.

18/04/2026

There is nothing like prosperity gospel.

There is the gospel.

Jesus died for our sins and rose to give us eternal life.

However, God prospers and there are laws of prosperity.

There is no marriage gospel.

There is no healing gospel.

There is no mental health gospel.

There is no ministry growth gospel.

There is no prayer and fasting gospel.

Yet the Bible gives specific details on these subjects and how God blesses us through them.

Fundamentally, we must agree that God prospers people materially, even despite economic realities.

We know a widow gave the part of her last meal to a prophet and was sustained materially.

She clearly gave her way to sustenance, she could have eaten her seed and died.

We know a boy gave his lunch to Jesus which got multiplied for others.

We know that Peter borrowed Jesus his boat and Jesus didn’t leave him stranded in his business.

Let us be clear, we cannot invalidate giving as an expression of faith when it comes to material prosperity.

Even if it is giving to the poor, I give to the poor and I know that God rewards me for giving.

It is God who gives seed to the sower and bread to the eater.

Does that invalidate working hard? No.

Does it invalidate creative genius? No.

Does it invalidate divine leading in the business? No.

Would our lives be better collectively if the economy was better, Nigerian leadership was better? Yes!!

Do miracles invalidate economic wizardry? No.

Pastor Olumide said ‘since you have been giving what have you received or something like that’…

I think that’s quite subjective, people actually have very strange testimonies of financial prosperity from giving!

Very very strange!!

If people reap when they give what then do we say about the many who have given in faith but have not reaped?

We say the same of many believers in Christ who don’t speak in tongues, heal the sick or cast out devils.

The fact that something doesn’t work for some of us doesn’t mean it cannot work for all of us.

Knowledge grows on spiritual matters, it is true.

I once gave money to a fellow based on God’s instructions and within the hour someone I don’t know gave me that money back, he also felt led to give me money within the hour.

Sowing and reaping remains a biblical reality.

While Pastor Korede Komaiya may not have explained his points in the most detailed manner, he clearly doesn’t have the semantic verbosity that matches the cerebral tone of the conversation but he is not all together wrong, frankly he projects a respect for money and a materialistic tone, especially when he said he can never follow a poor pastor, I think he lost the jury before the case even began, the court of public opinion will not be on his side.

Professor Yemi Osinbajo was once involved in a helicopter crash but he clearly attributed his survival from that crash to God, someone else will argue that God wasn’t involved, he was just lucky.

Same way people have actually unlocked supernatural flow by giving in faith, it’s not luck. Such realities exist.

Does this invalidate the fact that there is a materialistic problem in church?

No! It doesn’t.

However we cannot invalidate a truth because of its abuse, same way the church has invalidated once saved forever saved because they believe it leads people to sin the more.

Lastly, while we fight materialism, we must be careful not to campaign for poverty, the lines can be thin sometimes.

I believe God prospers people with all my heart, the first and the last recorded miracles of Jesus were material provisions, go and confirm that, you will see that I am correct.

Let brotherly love continue.

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Written by Apostle Harrison Ayintete
Published by Kingdom Channel ✍️

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06/04/2026

God Has a Heart ♥

There is a moment in the book of Jonah that most people skip past too quickly, and I'm going to talk about it this morning.

God looks down at Nineveh - a city so soaked in violence that its reputation had traveled across empires - and He does not reach for judgment. He reaches for a prophet. He wanted to warn them. He wanted to give them a chance.

Let's paint a little picture of how cruel and heartless the Ninevites were:

The Assyrians were among the most deliberately theatrical practitioners of cruelty the ancient world produced. Their kings did not merely defeat enemies; they documented the process with obvious pride.

Reliefs carved into palace walls at Nineveh and Nimrud show captives being flayed alive, their skins stretched and displayed on city walls like trophies.

Heads were stacked into pyramids outside conquered cities. Enemies of particular significance were blinded, then paraded through Assyrian streets before being executed in prolonged, public ways designed to maximize spectacle. Lips and noses were cut off. Tongues were pulled out by the root. Pregnant women cut open with sharp blades, and the fetus cut to pieces...

The annals of kings like Ashurnasirpal II record these acts in the same flat administrative tone one might use to report a grain harvest, which is almost more disturbing than the acts themselves.

What made Assyrian brutality distinct was its strategic dimension. The terror was the policy: they wanted word to travel ahead of their armies so that the next city would already be broken before the soldiers arrived.

It worked.

Entire populations abandoned fortified cities rather than face what they had heard described by survivors.

Deportation was routine for those who were spared; communities were uprooted and resettled thousands of miles away, their cultural identity deliberately dissolved.

Nineveh was the capital of this machine. It was not simply a wicked city in the way we use that word loosely on Sunday mornings. It was the administrative heart of a system built on the industrialization of human suffering.

The people of Israel were victims of Assyrian cruelty and that was precisely the city God sent brother Jonah to preach repentance or perish.

Well, Jonah knew God's character, and frankly, he was not impressed by it. He ran the other direction, not because he was afraid of Nineveh, but because he was afraid God would do exactly what God did - show mercy.

"I knew it," Jonah says after the city repents and God relents. "I knew You were gracious, compassionate, slow to anger, and full of lovingkindness." He said it like an accusation.

The mercy of God offended him.

Let's face it: we have developed a peculiar habit in the church. When someone wrongs us, or when we look at a sinful, corrupt, wicked people, we pray.

Good.

But wait a minute... Are we praying for them to find God's grace in repentance? Are we praying for their salvation? Hardly.

What we actually pray looks something like this:
Every 😈 witch monitoring my life, what are you waiting for?
Die by 🔥
Die by 🔥
Die by 🔥
Die by 🔥
Die by 🔥
Die by 🔥
Die by 🔥...

We dress vengeance in the language of intercession and wonder why heaven seems quiet.

Jonah did the same thing - he sat outside Nineveh under his shade plant, waiting, hoping the fire would still fall. It never did.
Because God had already decided what kind of God He was going to be. He even taught brother Jonah a simple lesson using the same plant...

Then there is a younger son - you know him - who took his inheritance while his father still breathed, which in that culture was the same as saying, "I wish you were dead". He went and wasted every last coin of it. When he returned, broken and rehearsing a speech about unworthiness, his father was already running.

The father in that story is not subtle symbolism: He is God... sprinting down a dirt road toward a child who had publicly shamed him, throwing a robe over rags, calling for music before the boy could even finish his apology.

Friends, that is the God of the Bible.

Not the one we have constructed to validate our preferences and condemn our enemies.

Nineveh did not deserve a prophet. The prodigal did not deserve a robe. You did not deserve grace either - and yet here you are.

God has a heart, and He expects you to also have a heart for the helpless, the destitute, the weak, the outcast, the depraved, the wicked, and even the undeserving.

This is exactly who Jesus came to die for - you and I.

Does God's mercy offend you? Get a heart ❤

Happy Easter!

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16/03/2026

I came across this post and sincerely I don't know how to justify this. Read and let me know your opinion: was Apostle Arome wrong to address Pst. Adeboye as "Brother"?

Here's the post:

Dear Apostle Arome Osayi, Pastor Adeboye is not your mate. He is a father in the faith, not your colleague. Please learn to address him with the honour he deserves.

You posted a birthday tribute to Pastor Adeboye on Facebook.
You called him “Daddy GO.”
You praised his humility.
You said his life touched you deeply.

But after all that, you ended the message with “Your brother, Arome Osayi.”

I find that confusing because that sign‑off does not match the honour you were giving.
When you say “your brother,” it means you see yourself as his equal — someone on the same level.
But Pastor Adeboye is far ahead of you in age, calling, and spiritual impact.
He is a father to millions, not a mate.

Honour is not only in the story you tell.
Honour is also in the way you address a man who has walked with God for over 50 years.

Bishop David Oyedepo, Bishop Wale Oke, Pastor Tunde Bakare and Dr Paul Enenche still call him their father publicly and would sign off any tribute or letter to him with “Your son” . These are clerics older and bigger than you. Even Adeboye’s first son, who is also a pastor is older than you!

And let us be honest:
A man who once said God did not heal his facial palsy so he would not become proud should be extra careful with his tone.
Because pride does not always shout, sometimes it shows in small words and small actions.

I like you Arome but I will advise you as a fellow labourer in the vineyard of Christ to pray hard about pride. Fornication/adultery is not the only sin that is taking people to hell. God bless you.

I need to do this correction publicly because your post was public and it could have far reaching negative consequences on the many young people that look up to you.

SCRIPTURE FOR REFLECTION

“God resists the proud, but gives grace to the humble.” James 4:6

Dae Jumong 15/3/26

End of post. Let's know your thoughts on this in the comments.

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05/03/2026

If you think Pharaoh was the real enemy at the Red Sea, you’re reading the story too quickly.

Most of us look at the Red Sea story like it’s a victory lap; God opens the water, Pharaoh’s army gets wiped out, and Israel walks away free. We treat it like the "happily ever after" moment of the Bible.

But if you actually look at the Scripture, something far worse hunted the Israelites than Pharoh’s pursuit.

In Exodus 14, as soon as they see the dust from the Egyptian chariots, they start losing it. They weren’t just panicking; they literally ask Moses, "Was it because there weren't enough graves in Egypt that you brought us here to die?" They actually told him it would have been "better" to stay as slaves.

Keep in mind, these people just saw ten plagues. They saw the Nile turn to blood. They watched the land go dark. But the second things got tight, fear deleted their memory of the miracles.

And we do the exact same thing.

How fast do you start romanticizing your past when your current situation gets uncomfortable? How quickly do you start missing the things God actually rescued you from, just because the future feels a bit blurry?

Even the miracle itself wasn't instant. Exodus 14 says God drove the sea back with a strong wind "all night." It was a slow, step-by-step walk. It wasn't a magic trick; it was a process.

But look at what happens just one chapter later in Exodus 16. They start complaining about food. They start talking about how they "sat by the meat pots" and had plenty of bread in Egypt.

That’s a lie. They were in forced labor. They weren't enjoying a buffet; they were being worked to death. But anxiety is a hell of an editor. It makes you remember the "comforts" of your old life while completely cropping out the chains that kept you there.

Then you get to Exodus 32. Moses is up on the mountain for forty days. No updates, or any signal he’s coming down soon. So the people go to Aaron and say, "Make us gods who will go before us."

They didn't stop believing in God you know, They just couldn't handle not seeing Him. Egypt had trained them to only trust what they could touch. So when God didn't move on their timeline, they went back to what felt familiar.

That’s the real issue here. They were out of Egypt, but Egypt was still in their heads. They were physically free, but they were still using a slave’s toolkit to handle fear and delay.

So, when things stall in your life, what do you start building? When you don't get the answer you wanted, what "golden calf" do you reach for? Is it a drink? Is it an old relationship? Is it just a desperate need to control everything around you?

The real threat wasn't the Egyptian army behind them. It was the urge to run back to what was predictable.

The beauty of this story isn't just the parting of the sea. It’s that God didn't walk away when they started acting out. He kept sending the manna and kept showing up for them. He didn't just pull them out of a country; He stayed with them while He pulled the "slave-thinking" out of their hearts.

Leaving your past is a one-time event. But learning how to be free? That takes time.

Be honest with yourself; What part of your "Egypt" are you still defending? Are you rewriting your history because you’re scared of the unknown? If God took away every problem you have right now, would you still be a slave on the inside?

Courtesy: Ellis Enobun

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