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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

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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

05/03/2026

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04/03/2026

Right now in Nigeria, one of the most difficult things to be is a genuine pastor, a man who simply teaches Christ, preaches repentance, and refuses to turn the altar into a stage.

If you preach truth, you struggle.
If you refuse to manipulate, you look “unanointed.”
If you won’t promise cars, visas, contracts, and instant breakthroughs, you are called dry.

Meanwhile, the fálse prophet arrives in town with noise, security, and spiritual branding. He throws around dramatic prophecies, tells people what they want to hear, and suddenly the same members who claim they are struggling financially appear with thick brown envelopes (money), eager to “connect to grace.”

It is not poverty that makes people withhold support from sound pastors.
It is preference.
Many church members don’t want doctrine, they want drama.
They don’t want discipleship, they want destiny shortcuts.
They don’t want corrections, they want confirmation.

So the pastor who labors in Scripture, who studies to teach accurately, who refuses to monetize prophecy, is left looking unsuccessful, while the one who commercializes anointing is successful.

Funny enough, some believers are not deceived, they are complicit. They know exaggeration when they see it. They know manipulation when they hear it. But as long as the prophecy flatters them and promises speed, they will fund it.

And we wonder why the number of genuine pastors are decreasing?

Listen, you cannot finance deception and pray for revival.
You cannot starve truth and expect maturity.
If the church keeps choosing excitement over substance, we will raise crowds, not disciples.

The real tragedy is not that false prophets exist. They have always existed. The tragedy is that many believers prefer them.

Until members value sound teaching more than sensational prophecy, genuine pastors will keep struggling to stay in ministry and the church will keep mistaking noise for power.

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01/03/2026

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18/02/2026

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18/02/2026

HIS BLOOD IS MY COVERING!

Over a decade ago I was watching some "prophet" on TV. He said the Lord told him that His Bride was filthy & most Christians would go to hell. I believed him.

I thought to myself, "Well if most of the church was going to hell, then I must be one of the doomed because I was FAR from perfect, and struggled against sin. I thought "What else can be done to save us??" My heart broke for the church & I began weeping uncontrollably.

I told Jesus, “I may have to spend eternity in Hell, but while I am on this Earth I will lay at your feet and cling to You in love."

I laid myself prostrate & imagined myself at the feet of Jesus and continued to weep & weep & weep, because I would be forever separated from the One I loved and this hurt me more than the terror of the everlasting flames.

🔥 At that very moment God suddenly put me into a deep sleep, and immediately I entered a dream-vision.

I was standing before the Judgment seat of God Almighty. Court was in session and I was the one being judged.

The Almighty God was the Judge of all things in Heaven and on Earth. My case was before Him and He would be making a decision.

I was all alone as I stood there before His colossal judgment seat.

~THE ACCUSER OF THE BRETHREN~

I already knew I was guilty, but to make matters WORSE, Satan suddenly appeared and stood at a short distance from me. He pointed a long evil finger at me and pointed at all my filthy sins. He drew God's attention to my sins. He accused me before the Father.

~I WORE MY SIN LIKE FILTHY GARMENTS~

I looked down at my body to see what the devil was pointing to, and saw that I was actually wearing my sins like clothes.

Every sin I ever committed was exposed in open shame upon my body... written on me like garments. I was clad in my sins and I was wearing them like filthy rags. I was filthy before the righteous and holy God of all Creation.

~MY CONDEMNATION WAS JUST~

I was devastated and in anguish of heart knowing my judgment which I deserved. In truth, the devil didn’t even have to lie in order to get me condemned. All he had to do was point at my sins which were listed on my body. Just one of those sins was enough to condemn me for all eternity and separate me forever from God. And here I was covered all over with my own filthy sins. I knew there was no hope for me…

~MY ADVOCATE SUDDENLY APPEARED!~

BUT THEN SUDDENLY, JESUS CHRIST APPEARED & stood between me and the Accuser and He spoke to God His Father the Judge on my behalf.

Jesus said to His Father, “She is covered in MY blood, therefore NO accusation can stick to her or come against her!”

I looked down at myself again and instead of seeing my sins I saw the blood of Jesus.

I was suddenly covered all over in the wet, liquid, red, shed blood of Jesus Christ, which He had already shed on the Cross. I could not see my sins, because they were beneath the shed blood of Jesus Christ, hidden forever. I was saved.

~OVERCOMING BY THE BLOOD OF THE LAMB~

Then the devil got mad & desperate & started throwing accusations at me. They came out of his long POINTING FINGER, but now they hit the BLOOD OF JESUS and fell to the ground at my feet.

He was defeated by the blood of the Lamb.

~JUSTIFIED BY THE BLOOD OF JESUS~

When the Father/Judge looked at me, He no longer saw my sin, but the shed blood of His beloved Son covering me. He saw the Blood of the Lamb, thus His judgement passed over me. The Father slammed down His gavel and declared loudly, "THIS CASE WAS CLOSED AT THE CROSS!!" Then He threw out my case!

The LORD saw that this case was ALREADY CLOSED and had been closed at the CROSS. The price for my justification and freedom had already been paid by the shed blood of Jesus. I was justified by the blood of the Lamb. He saved me from eternal Hell.

I woke feeling like I was born again AGAIN.

📖 I John 2:1-2
My little children, these things I write to you, so that you may NOT sin. But if anyone sins, WE HAVE AN ADVOCATE WITH THE FATHER, JESUS CHRIST the righteous. [And He Himself is the propitiation for our sins, and not for ours only but also for the whole world.

📖 Exodus 12:13
“When I see the blood, I will pass over you.”

📖 Job 33:14–16
“For God may speak in one way, or in another… In a DREAM, in a VISION OF THE NIGHT, when DEEP SLEEP falls upon men…”

📖 Ecclesiastes 12:14
“For God will bring every work into judgment, including every secret thing.”

📖 Revelation 12:10
“For the accuser of our brethren, who accused them before our God day and night, has been cast down.”

📖 Isaiah 64:6
“But we are all like an unclean thing, and all our righteousnesses are like filthy rags.”

📖 Revelation 12:11
“And they overcame him by the blood of the Lamb and by the word of their testimony.”

📖 Romans 5:9
“Having now been justified by His blood, we shall be saved from wrath through Him.”

📖 Isaiah 53:5
But He was wounded for our transgressions, He was bruised for our iniquities; The chastisement for our peace was upon Him, And by His stripes we are healed.

📖 Romans 8:34
“It is Christ who died… who also makes intercession for us.”

📖 Hebrews 7:25
“Jesus always lives to make intercession for them.”

📖 Romans 3:19
“That every mouth may be stopped, and all the world may become guilty before God.”

📖 Romans 8:1
“There is therefore now no condemnation to those who are in Christ Jesus.”

📖 Romans 8:33–34
“Who shall bring a charge against God’s elect? It is God who justifies.”

📖 Colossians 2:14
“Having wiped out the handwriting of requirements that was against us… He has taken it out of the way, having nailed it to the cross.”

📖 Hebrews 9:14
“How much more shall the blood of Christ cleanse your conscience from dead works.”

📖 John 19:30
“It is finished.” (Greek: tetelestai -- paid in full)

📖 Hebrews 10:12–14
“By one offering He has perfected forever those who are being sanctified.”

📖 Isaiah 53:5–6
“The punishment that brought us peace was upon Him.”

📖 1 Corinthians 5:7
“For indeed Christ, our Passover, was sacrificed for us.”

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05/02/2026

He could have just spoken a word. But He chose to give him a “dirty” miracle.

If you are wondering why your problem keeps getting worse after asking Jesus to help you, this post is FOR YOU!

This is one of the most uncomfortable scenes in the Gospels.

The man has been blind since the day he took his first breath. He can’t see the disciples' faces, but he can hear their gossips. And that is the real hell of being blind; you hear everything.

They don’t ask for his name or even offer a piece of silver. To them, he's a logic puzzle; a theological case study.

They point a finger right in front of his unseeing face and ask Jesus, “Rabbi, who sinned, this man or his parents, that he was born blind?”

To them, someone had to be at fault.

Can you imagine? Sitting in the dirt, feeling the heat of the sun, while these "holy men" turn your lifelong suffering into a debate topic. They didn't care if he was hungry. They just wanted to know who to blame.

But Jesus... Jesus doesn't play that game. He looks at the man and doesn't see a "sin problem." He sees GLORY.

Then, Jesus did something that defies all logic.

He didn’t snap His fingers, or do some clean, dignified "preacher" move from ten feet away. No. He spit on the ground, knelt in the dust, mixed His own saliva into a thick, gritty paste, and smeared it; actually smeared it right onto the man's eyes.

It was gross. It was weird. It looked like a total failure of a miracle.

And then Jesus just says, “Go wash.”

No instant fix. Just a long, awkward walk.

Imagine him stumbling through the city, blind as ever, but now with wet mud caked on his face. People are laughing. Kids are pointing. The humiliation didn't stop, it was actually part of the process.

He had to walk through the dark, trusting a Voice he’d heard exactly once.

But when that water hit his face and he wiped it away... the world exploded into color.

He didn't just see trees. He saw the face of a God who wasn't too "holy" to get spit on His hands for him.

See, we’re always begging for the "clean" miracle. We want the "p**f, it’s gone" moment. No mess, no hassle, just a quick fix. But sometimes? God answers with mud.

He puts you in a spot that feels embarrassing. He asks you to keep walking when you look like a fool to everyone watching. He lets the neighbors gossip while you're still "blind."

Don't wipe the mud off yet. Keep walking toward the water.

People are going to talk. They’ll say you’re getting what you deserve. They’ll mock your faith and ask why a "good God" would let you suffer like this. Let them talk. Let them turn your life into a debate.

Jesus is intentional. He doesn't waste a single drop of spit or a single grain of sand. The mess isn't a mistake, it’s the raw material for your miracle.

Are you going to listen to the voices asking "Who sinned"? Or are you going to listen to the Voice that says "Go and wash"?

Ref: John 9:1-12

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05/02/2026

THE CORRUPTION KATHRYN KHULMAN SAW IN THE HEALING MINISTRY 😭 I'm in tears here...

When Kathryn saw an advertisement that a noted “healing evangelist” was scheduled to hold a tent meeting in Erie, she decided to go. Although Kathryn had strong reservations about the sensationalism that generally characterized such meetings, she knew she would never be satisfied until she attended a
service. Perhaps, just perhaps, they had found the secret to releasing God’s healing power to the sick and dying.

It was a difficult experience for Kathryn. One of the most difficult of her life.
She drove to Erie alone, determined to remain incognito. The giant tent was located to the south edge of the city. The signs, as she entered the parking lot read, “MIRACLE REVIVAL. SIGHT FOR THE BLIND! HEARING FOR THE DEAF! POWER TO GET WEALTH!”

Taking a seat on the back row, she waited. When the evangelist came on the platform, he came on as though shot from a cannon. At one point he got up and walked on the back of the long bench behind the pulpit. At another time, he leap-frogged over the pulpit itself. The audience was worked into a frenzy, screaming,
wailing, almost beyond control. Kathryn later described it as a “nightmare come to life.”

During the service, he auctioned off pieces of his old revival tent to the highest bidders, which he promised would bring health and prosperity to those who wore them on their bodies or slept with them under their pillows. As the meeting grew more intense the preacher began to scream, saying he felt a “spell coming on,”which he indicated was a “Holy Ghost unction” enabling him to lay hands on the sick and they would be healed. People in the congregation crowded into the aisles, swaying back and forth.

When the meeting was at the peak of frenzy, a healing line was formed. This line belied the seemingly spontaneous nature of the meeting, for each person who wanted to be in it had previously been assigned a number at the gate. Thus,Kathryn noted with dismay, people had to wait, sometimes for days, to have their number come up. After all, the evangelist could only pray individually with so many people in one evening. The people lined up by the scores. One by one the evangelist went down the line, checking cards and slapping people on the head and commanding them to “BE HEALED.” Many of them keeled to the floor.

Others screamed and shook. But Kathryn could not help but notice that the more seriously ill patients were steered out of the healing line to an “invalids’ tent,” away from the prying eyes of the public.

While some of the people did seem to be genuinely helped—perhaps even healed—the vast majority of those who had broken their crutches had to be helped out of the tent by sympathetic loved ones—still unable to walk. To those,the preacher proclaimed that their faith was not strong enough, yet; that they
should come back the next night for more of the same.

In talking about that night, Kathryn said, “I began to weep. I could not stop.
Those looks of despair and disappointment on the faces I had seen, when told that only their lack of faith was keeping them from God, were to haunt me for weeks. Was this the God of all mercy and great compassion? I left the tent, and with hot tears streaming down my face, I looked up and cried, “They have taken away my Lord, and I know not where they have laid Him.”

Years later Kathryn wrote, “I could not see the hand of God in man’s superfluity of zeal, and I saw the harm that was being done in attributing everything to lack of faith on the part of the individual who had not received his healing. Inside myself, I was crushed. My heart told me that God could do anything; my mind told me that through ignorance and lack of spiritual knowledge, there were those who were bringing a reproach on something that was sacred and wonderful and accessible to all. No preacher had to tell me that the power of God was real … I was assured of these facts as I read the Word of God. The Word was there, the
promise had been given. There was surely no changing of God’s mind, and certainly no cancelling of the promises. I think that no one has ever wanted truth more avidly than had nor sought it harder.”

Yet she had not found the truth she sought for in the healing tent. It had to be found elsewhere.

Fortunately Kathryn had learned a valuable lesson in her earlier days. She had learned that the only way to find truth was to come in sincerity and let the Lord give her the revelations from His Word. So, once again she turned to the Bible for her answers.

“When Jesus died on the cross and cried out, ‘It is finished,’ He not only died for our sins, but for our diseases, too,” she told me. “It took several months for me to realize that, for I had not been taught there was healing for the body in the redemption of Christ. But then I read in Isaiah where ‘He was wounded for our transgressions, bruised for our iniquities, and by His stripes we are healed.’ I had no choice but to accept that Jesus did not die just to open the way to heaven, but to provide healing as well.

“I knew that if I lived and died and never saw a single healing miracle like the apostles experienced in the Book of Acts, it would not change God’s Word,”
Kathryn said. “God said it. He made provision for it in our redemption at Calvary. And whether I ever saw it with my earthly eyes did not change the fact that it was so.”

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04/02/2026

UPDATE ON IFUNANYA'S PASSING

Ifunanya’s uncle who accompanied her corpsê to Enugu yesterday, returned and shared another experience they had.

Ifunanya is from Ogwu Enugu but was based in Abuja. Since her father insisted that her daughter's corpsé must be brought back to her hometown for burial.

They left Abuja for Enugu with Ifunaya's corpsê at about 11 pm, the ambulance broke down in a very lonely place with no mechanic to fix the ambulance.

Her uncle and others who accompanied her corpsé tried to look for another ambulance since the one they were using was faulty.

Under the Ambulance, they found another Snaké, but luckily they kïll it instantly😳

They were also able to manage the faulty ambulance to her town for the burial.

The snâke story behind this girl's dêâth is becoming scary.

credit: MPA Kelechi

My take: that snake was programmed from the spiritual to end her life. Be prayerful.

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03/02/2026

How God Tested Me When I Desperately Needed a Breakthrough – Archbishop Benson Idahosa

In June 1976, my wife and I traveled to the United States to visit mentors we considered spiritual parents. We'd been in ministry for years, but the breakthrough I now enjoy hadn't come yet. We were struggling. Every effort we made seemed to hit a wall. We tried everything to achieve financial stability. We had souls, we had growing church membership, we had people coming to services, but making ends meet was nearly impossible.

It was difficult to reconcile the contrast: preaching at home versus what I witnessed in America. There, organizing a meeting for 2,000 people cost $200,000, while back home I could gather 20,000 people for just $200. It troubled me deeply—America had abundant resources but people were resistant to the Gospel, while Nigeria had eager listeners but no money to reach them effectively. We prayed constantly about what to do.

That June, my wife and I visited our spiritual mentors, whom I'd known since 1960. While we were there, my spiritual father felt led by the Lord to take me aside. "Benson, come to the car," he said. My wife and I got in, and he drove us around the area. "The Lord wants me to bless you and your wife," he explained, "and that's the one thing you can't refuse. When God asks me to bless you, don't make it difficult. I will never say no to being a blessing to you".

So he took us to three different neighborhoods: the well-to-do area, the wealthy area, and the most affluent area.

"Choose any home that's for sale," he said. "Our foundation will purchase it for you and give you a few years to pay us back." I knew the Bible says "lead us not into temptation," but this felt like genuine Holy Spirit-led temptation, and I was ready to give in.

My wife and I didn't initially realize which neighborhood was which. We started in the well-to-do area. The first home we saw had four bedrooms and a basement. It looked absolutely beautiful compared to the modest house we lived in. "We choose this one," we said.

"Don't choose yet," he replied.

He drove us to the next area, which turned out to be the wealthy neighborhood. This home had four bedrooms, two guest rooms, two living rooms, a music room for children, and a swimming pool. "I choose this one!" I declared.

Then he took us to the most affluent area. We got out of the car, walked inside, and my wife whispered to me in our native language, "We don't need the first two." The house was absolutely stunning.

"We choose this one," I announced. "How much is it?"

"$1.2 million," they said.

My heart sank. Our entire ministry's annual income was $3,000. I broke into a sweat—I loved the house but was terrified of the price.

"Don't worry about the price," he assured me. "The foundation will pay for it."

The house had everything. I could already envision where our bed would go. That evening, we had dinner and went to sleep.

At 2:00 AM, I heard a voice: "Son..."

"Who's there?" I responded.

"I am your Heavenly Father."

"Devil, I bind you in Jesus' name! I rebuke you!" I shouted.

"Are you finished?" the voice asked.

"Yes," I said.

"Go home. If you stay here, I will kill you."

I began crying and praying in tongues—"I shall not die but live." I shook my wife awake. "The Lord said we need to go home. We can't take this house. If we stay, He'll kill us."

"Tell Him to speak to me directly," she said.

"The Lord is serious," I insisted.

"He didn't tell me," she replied. "If He's going to kill you, let Him kill you. He's not going to kill me."

I got up and went to our host's bedroom, knocking urgently. "Papa!"

"Yes?" he answered.

"The Lord told me to leave or He'll kill me."

"Are you alright?" he asked, concerned.

"Yes, I'm fine."

His wife chimed in, "Benson, go back to sleep. The excitement is overwhelming you."

"No, it's not excitement," I insisted. "It's the Lord. He says He'll kill me if I don't leave."

I went back to my wife. "Honey, let's go! We'll die in a few hours if we stay here."

"You may die, but I won't," she said.

I immediately left for the airport, convinced I would die by 6:00 AM if I stayed. By 5:20 AM, I caught a taxi to the airport. When I reached New York, I called our host, T.L. Osborn, to check if my wife was still alive.

"Would you like to speak with her?" he asked.

"Yes, please."

He handed her the phone, and I was relieved to hear her voice. Then T.L. Osborn said to me, "Benson, if you obey God—having seen everything you saw and choosing to leave anyway—the Lord will honor your faith."

I flew from New York to London, then from London to Lagos. Somewhere between New York and London, the Lord spoke to me again: "Everything you saw in America that you liked—if you go and do what I called you to do in Africa, I will give you all of it and more."

I began to cry because I'd never seen a house like that before, and I couldn't imagine how I'd ever own something similar.

"Lord, how will I ever have a house like the one they wanted to give me, especially after You told me to leave?" I asked.

"Preach Me to the world, and I will give you more than you ask for," He replied. "Go home, do what I raised you to do, and you will have more than you need."

When I arrived home, I called America from the telephone company to check on my wife - she was still alive.

"When are you coming back?" she asked.

"Just bring my luggage when you return," I said.

The following month, I held a crusade. Before that experience, our crusades typically drew 2,000-3,000 people. But the first crusade after returning home? 10,000 to 20,000 people attended. A year later, we had 100,000 people at our crusades. To the glory of God, I've now preached to crowds of one million people multiple times.

And just a few years after that experience, the expensive house that would have "killed me" spiritually became equivalent to one of my guest houses. God gave us far more than we ever asked for.

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03/02/2026

Prolific gospel singer, Ron Kenoly, has passed away. Kenoly’s death has been confirmed by several artistes via their social media pages.

He was 81.

Top Nigerian minister, Nathaniel Bassey, wrote on Instagram: “Dr Ron Kenoly crosses to yonder side.

“Thank you for inspiring generations of psalmists like me. I grew up on these songs. And today, others are growing up on ours.

“Thank you sir.”

Kenoly was behind hit songs like Majesty, Righteousness, Peace & Joy, Anointing, All Honour, Sing Out, among others.

Good bye Ron, till we meet again!

Which of his songs do you remember?

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