A wedding and An Unexpected Gift

Bro. Korley above is a household name amongst believers of the endtime message. Where in the past we had to rely on the internet or brethren living overseas to help us get message songs in audio tapes or CD's now we can have those songs from closer home and in an accent similar to ours because of this gift of God to us.

On the 22nd of September, Ibadan Road got busy as it saw hordes of message believers driving to the venue of Bro. Tokunboh and Sis. Chinwe’s wedding. It was a massive crowd but the couple was well prepared: judging from the huge air conditioned hall to the skilful and colorful interior décor, especially the neon light hanging on the wall.

Bro. Korley (R) and Bro. Michael(L)

There was beauty everywhere to please the eyes, food and drinks for the palate and then unexpectedly a specialty for the ears!

I am in preparation for a wedding myself, so naturally, my mind was more than passively observing, it was soaking up tidbits of info on how to set up a wedding venue.

It was somewhere in between when my eyes,swiveling in it's socket at every angle like a closed circuit camera, remarking to my fiancée about this and that and making little “to do” notes that the singer’s voice broke into my attention. After a hard work rummaging in my memory I suddenly fished out the identity of the golden voice.I made a remark to my fiancée that it was ingenious for someone to think of playing Bro. Korley's CD here knowing his unmatched reputation for provoking a sing along session. But something didn't quite add up: it was the fact that the tracks being sung were not those in his released CD. So this couldn't have been a recording at play! But it was unmistakably his voice. A plausible explanation would be that a clever imitation was going on. Not satisfied with my mental explanation, I decided to do a little investigation; after all, there was a little lull now and then in between the items on the programme, so my movement would be of no consequence.

From the next table, we asked and got confirmation that we were hearing no imitation but the real deal. The programme writer had done his fans an injustice by simply referring to his slot as "special number by an INVITED ARTIST". Perhaps it was a deliberate act meant to keep attention on the couple.

The man himself was doing what he does best: strumming feverishly on his guitar and singing classic songs of Zion.The picture was of him singing into a microphone held up by a stand, a guitar hanging from his neck and sweat rolling off his face like little rocks down a mountain. The air somehow became charged. When he paused to allow the master of ceremony address the sitting crowd, it seemed like time had run in record speed like an Olympic athlete.

Glancing toward the platform, I saw a small crowd of people who had figured out earlier what I had just figured out . They all wanted an image of the man so they pointed Camera devices at him. White Light kept flashing off like lightening before rain and the man being self conscious wore a smile that stretched his facial skin like slackened rubber. It was simply awesome to behold!The light in his soul was shining full strength in his eyes. Those eyes spoke humility.

In no time, I had found me a space and froze some of his images in the icebox of my camera. My hands were very unsteady at first as I fumbled my way to the camera feature of my phone. My mind seemed to be screaming to me to grab a slice of history but my limb was as unco-ordinated as a mind tearing off the cobweb of sleep.

The lighting in the hall wasn't too good cos they let the place be semi dark to heighten the effect of the blinking bulbs. So my images weren't of the highest
quality.


But by God's grace I got another chance when the ceremony was ended and he was out of the hall.

(L-R)Pastor Niyi, Sis. Frances(My fiancee'), Bro. Korley, Me and Sis.Morenike

The brother couldn't walk two steps without encountering a forest of hands wanting to make contact. Imagine being in a place where everybody knew you but you had no idea who anyone was but for a few people.

Fresh in our mind is the story a missionary brought us of when he went to see off a group of visiting Canadian brethren and in a flash of inspiration he started plucking at his guitar and singing a farewell song. It was reported that the departure hall of the Airport went hush and movements were stilled as a crowd formed around him. When he was done singing, not many could hold back tears.
Such is the gift of this man. And here he was here, Live!

BFT online would be hard pressed to find reasons not to make a story out of it all.
I convinced him to do a photo session with me and my company by telling him that he couldn't deny his fans a chance to pose with him. He seemed to see reason in that cos he managed to drag his tired frame out of the car he was in into the vengeful afternoon sun and once again switched on his trademark smile.

(L-R)Pastor Niyi, Sis.Frances,Bro.Korley, Bro.Femi and Sis.Morenike

Hey, as soon I was focusing the camera to snap, people started edging in from left, right and center.

(L-R)Bro.Paul,Sis. Toyin,Bro. Sola, Bro.Korley, A minister,Sis.Morenike,Bro.From Benin

It was awesome! Everybody wanted to identify with this gift!


(L-R) Sis.Toyin, Sis.Folake, Pastor Niyi, Sis.Frances, Bro.Korley, Bro.Femi, Sis. Morenike,Pastor's Wife and Sis.Tolu
Bro. Korley didn't come alone. There was also his back up singer, Brother Michael and another brother whom I was unable to make contact with. The larger than life image trailing this gifted Ghanaian musical star somehow overshadowed them both.
Imagine if the gift can be as intoxicating how much more the Giver. The Great Jehovah!

A fourth child has been born into the family of Bro Femi and sis Bisi Adelodun. Many would say there are never any odds against the masculine gender in making predictions about their reproduction.
Brother Femi's love for boys has so far remained undiluted. Baby Abraham is the latest proof!

An interesting fact about this baby's birth is that the father wished for his delivery to co-incide with his birthday so they can both share it and it did it happen?
Yes!
The Bible leaves us in no doubt about the power that the prayer of the saints pack with God.

Anything ....But God!

ANYTHING...BUT GOD!
Big brains are out now…schooled or fooled?
They have big mouths…so they go talking real loud!
They believe in anything:Evolution, Big Bang, UFOs, ET, Martian life, Prehistoric life, Harry Potter…
Anything …but God!

In The Holy Land Of Israel

Visiting and meeting in the Holy Land of Israel.
From Left to Right:
Sis. Eseosa Imarhiagbe, Bro. Dele Adelodun, Bro. George Smith, Bro. Zacchaeus and Bro. Laja Are

God's Power In The Odd Hour!

Having finished her last assignment for the day, she tried to get a bus home from the financial hub of the Lagos metropolis called Marina street.

The hour was late and dark and the usually crowded street was becoming deserted. There was no bus in sight. Everything seemed to be as still as the imposing high rise buildings lining the street: except time.

Every time a pair of headlights lit the road or the far off screeching sound of tires drifted to her hearing, hope welled up: only to experience a swift deflation.This happened repeatedly until hope became as faded as the light of the moon hanging overhead.

It had been a rainy day. Heavy rains as it was on this day usually overwhelmed the drains causing flooded roads and bottle neck traffic.
She dared not look at her time piece so as not to get a scare from it. Also,it was useless having a wad of bills in her handbag because there would be no bus fare to pay. Anxiety steadily grew to stark fear.
Then suddenly an unusual thing happened. Sis Frances saw one of her company's staff buses driving toward her direction. It was a hope that hadn't once flickered in her mind amongst the other hopes she had entertained. If it did, it would create a more serious worry in her mind about the possibility of the situation tampering with her sanity.

Two odd things about this sight were the time and the route it was happening.
Regarding the time, the bus was three solid hours behind schedule. Concerning the route, it was not the usual.
The driver thought that something was wrong with the wheels so he thought to go to the nearest branch of the Bank to check it out. On getting there,he found everything intact.
As they entered the expressway heading toward Festac, Only one person amongst the occupants of the bus could make sense out of the situation and that was sister Frances. With relief flooding her heart she realized that nothing can go out of kilter with a God who is able to keep bigger things like the stars from spinning out of their orbit.

Under God’s Sky and His watchful Eye

While draining my teacup of its milky content, I noticed the morning light dimming. The cloud was brooding. Instead of its clean look, it looked dark and dirty.
Out of the door, I broke into an even paced jog. My stomach sloshing with undigested semi solid breakfast: the road to the bus stop stretched endlessly before me. Soon out of air I slowed down to a walk when I heard my ankles begin to talk.
Before long the morning looked like it was evening. Headlights were turned on to illuminate the darkening road. Frantic movements, adults hurrying, kids scurrying, folks nowhere near origin or destination doing the jumps over gutters in their for search shelters, road side traders spreading nylon covers over their wares, lightweight materials gaining buoyancy as they get picked up in the excited wind, competing winds locking horns making frightened dust particles flee into eyeballs for cover, umbrellas growing from prepared people’s heads like mushrooms.

Observing all this brought a thought to my mind. I remembered that Heavenly daddy is the sole controller of the universe, he schedules the seasons, rainy and dry as we have it here. It didn’t seem implausible that I could gain favor from Him by asking the time for the downpour to be delayed long enough for me to get to my bus stop. I still had a lot of ground to cover. The sky was barely holding. Drops were already cascading lightly but I had no doubt that I could pull strings with Heavenly daddy. But this didn’t mean that I walked like my need to stay dry meant more to Heavenly Daddy than His duty to feed the mouths of millions of His other creatures. No, this wasn’t the case.
Because of delayed rains, such staples like corn, pear, oranges, have been in short supply. The farmers blame it to a baked earth untouched by rains.

Just a few meters to the bus stop, the sky broke at it’s seams. Slanting silver drops pierced the air, fast and furious, filling up gutters in the bat of an eyelid.
I got soaked to the skin but my bones managed to stay dry.

I got to the office, leaking water on the tiled floor like a watering can in a nursery garden . Without a change of clothes to slip into the heat from my laptop helped to warm my fingers while a waiting mail from my fiancée brought some warmth to my heart.

Once upon a time in history, Heavenly Daddy was willing to freeze the Sun and the Moon in their tracks because elder brother Josh had some scores to settle with obstructing infidels. Elder Brother Elijah was once given supernatural strength to outrun the wind in a bid to escape a vengeful weather.

Heavenly Daddy is well known for His fairness, goodness, tenderness and soft tissue heart although He can be firm even stern. He uses the rod to make His kids sit up straight but experience has shown that He also has a waiting balm to massage into the welts drawn across our stubborn posterior.
For many, the rain pounded and attempted to dissolve them but Heavenly Daddy made it fall soft and gentle on me as well as sending a non frigid wind to bring dryness.

Heavenly Daddy loves His Children equally but is moved more by those of His kids who give Him a chance at helping them in circumstances beyond their control. To them He sends help that refreshes their soul.

Sister Bola Tito Ojurabesa: Rest In Hope

1977-2007
And though after my skin worms destroy this body, yet in my flesh shall I see God:Whom I shall see for myself, and mine eyes shall behold, and not another; though my reins be consumed within me...Job19:26-27


Her totally unexpected passing has elicited strong emotions. Tributes have poured in like a flood.


Vessel Of Mercy said:
Tall, dark, pretty, self effacing and not given to much words. Her name was Bola Tito Ojurabesa. . Her relationship with God was symbiotic: God cleaned her soul, she cleaned His house.Her cleaning was thorough. Never failing to leave it squeaky clean. She was also expressive in the song service, she would beat the Tambourine mercilessly to make God beautiful sounds. Even after all night services when the dominant thought in the mind of everyone is to snatch minutes of sleep before the morning spreads it's soft light and warmth, she could be heard pushing her broom against particles of sand brought in by shoe soles.
She died in hospital from complications arising from eye pain. That pain later branched out and caused severe damages to her brain before she plunged into a coma. About Sunday 5pm, the 14th of April, she quietly passed on. She was just 30.


Sister Nike said:
O my sister, I thank God for your life which you spent with love and cheerfulness. In your illness, the health of another was your concern. If our wail can bring you back, our desire would be to see you again before we go together in the rapture.
Love you but our dear Jesus loves you best.

Brother Akinpelu Adelani said:
I think of the preacher’s words, “Vanity upon vanity, all is vanity. We brought nothing to this world and we shall take nothing away from it”. Our prophet taught us that we brought nothing to this world but we are going back with Character.
Sister Bola Ojurabesa lived a Christian life before she was called home on the fateful Sonday of the month of Abib (April) 2007.
She displayed a good character before everyone. Surely, Bibleway Fellowship Tabernacle shall remember the good legacy she left behind.
However, I knew her for just 20 months and she never displayed an iron disposition. She was a quiet sister. Hardworking, never mindful of being seedy: whenever she needed to wash the church’s chairs, fans and the floor.
The prophet talks about reaction of people when they are crossing the road of life to death with reference to this, one of the ministers in my local assembly who visited her in the hospital before she passed on confirmed to me that sister Bola Ojurabesa was a Christian and surely we shall meet in the morning. God bless you till we meet again.

Sister Oluwatosin Adelodun said:
Your transition to glory was unexpected considering our discussions. Looking back, I can say that you were like a mother to me as you called me your precious daughter. You were loving and kind, always there for me as a friend and everything I can think of. You showed me true love and redefined friendship to me. Your precious memories will remain fresh n my heart.
I love you but Jesus loves you more. Sleep on till we meet to part no more.

Sister Olufunke Adelodun said:
You’ve been called to glory by the one you faithfully served and departing you left footprints on the sands of time. How sweet the tie of hallowed love that binds our heart in one when gathered in the name of Christ, the Father’s son and though the parting soon has come, yet in His Word is given the blessed hope that by and by we all shall meet in Heaven.
We shall meet in heaven at last through faith in Jesus’ precious blood. Amen.

Sister Becky Adelodun said:
Your transition to glory (the great beyond) was unexpected. While you were here we shared wonderful moments together. You were compassionate, loving and caring. The kindness you showed to those around you, the unconditional love you poured out, the patience you practiced and the faith you had in God gives me assurance that you are now resting where all tears and pains will be no more, where sorrow and mourning have flown away, where you have gladness and joy, where you are clothed in pure array, your head with glory crowned, where we shall be joined in heart an hope to meet again. Sleep tight.


Brother Felix Ayoade said:
Sister Sarah Bolatito Ojurabesa was a dedicated and an industrious Sister indeed!
I will live to remember her for her good works which I believe has gone before her to the throne of God.
I will never forget one Saturday morning, after all night prayer, I met this Sister alone cleaning and mopping up the Church auditorium while others were sleeping. Her action that day really humbled me and I commended her for it. I strongly believe that God will not forget her labor of Love. I also believe in the Scripture that says “There is no condemnation to them that are in Christ Jesus". Our Sister cannot be condemned because God allowed her to come in contact with the message of her day.
I want to believe that our Sister had served her purpose and the owner of her soul has since called for it: glory to His Name.
The day her passing-on to glory was announced, I could not hold myself, I burst into tears.
I did not weep for my Sister because I know that she was in a better place but I wept for myself for God’s grace to help me so that I can cross over my own Jordan with my Savior by my side.
One great consolation we have is that our prophet was granted the privilege to go beyond the curtain of time and brought back to us the report of the place. Oh my heart long for that beautiful city!
Sister, continue to rest in the bosom of your Lord and Saviour till we meet to part no more.
I love you precious Sister but Jesus Christ loves you more.
It only pains me as human being she left at the noon of her days on earth but who can query the Sovereignty of God.
God bless her gallant soul. Sleep well!!!

Brother Sunday Chinda said:
Time is filled with swift transitions but naught on Earth unmoved can stand. We must build our hopes on things eternal that we might hold to God’s unchanging hands. If Earthly friends forsake us, we must closely to Him cling.
And if to God we have been true and faithful, then we will meet with Him in the air.
Shalom and God bless you our sister.

Sis Remi said:
Sis Bola, while you loved, you touched us individually in special ways. Your death brought us shock and devastation. We bear grief and pain with dignity, a virtue you epitomized, knowing that we shall meet to part no more someday.
Sleep on, Noble one!

Bone of my bone, flesh of my flesh!

The one day old marriage of Brother and Sister Akinyemi receives the church's prayer. They tied the knot on March the 31st, 2007. May God keep them.

Woman, not only will it be easy but it will be quick!

As a Christian, if you are yielded enough to God, your very lips could utter words that are not your own. These words tend to be so authoritative and powerful that situations listen and obey them. They belong to the Great God, who is a Spirit, who needs a fleshly channel. This is a phenomenon known in the Message as the spoken word manifestation.

Once, it was seen only in the Ministry of the Prophet but as the Bride matures, she too is beginning to exhibit this awesome manifestation.
A recent example of this occurred in an exchange between Bro and Sis Dele, moments before she was admitted to the labor room. With a history of protracted labors, she was in anxious state of mind about this session.

Her worried mind found expression in these words:
Sis Dele:" Oh God, please let this labor easy"
And through the lips of the husband, Bro. Dele, a reply came: “Woman, not only will it be easy but it will be quick!”

A little over an hour later, she was done with the delivery business. Her previous durations never was earlier than half a day.

A believable Birthday

April 1st is one day of the year to be cautious in believing tales or risk becoming someone's fool. When Sister Ope announced the day to be her birthday with the lettering of the cake on her head out of sight, the caution light was still turned on. Until, she not only lowered it but brought it in full view of the camera did the light go off.

Sister Ruth Gets called to the Bar

Sister Ruth is smiling. She has every reason to. Everyone who smiles is a winner. She has won with God on her side. As one who is constantly testifying in church, she leaves no one in doubt as to where her help comes from.

Born in a Polygamous home, she hardly had any acquaintance with parental care beyond what little she got from her mom. As far as her dad was concerned, she was not a priority: being neither male nor among the first in the family tree.
She learnt early in life how to pay her way. She fed and schooled herself by working in people's farms or helping with dishes in eateries. All of that is history now as she has made it to the Nigerian Bar.

In one of her testimonies, she recounted how she decided to spend the night in church, in an all night service, hours before her law exam. Her room mate thought she had lost her mind when she heard about it. It seemed like a suicide move. It was a final exam and the scope of examination was going to be broad. Admittedly, Sister Ruth did not have every ground covered but God would not be put anywhere but first place in her life. God in turn never let her down.

Bring them in! Bring them in!

After seven days on Earth, Jaanai ( The one whom the Lord answers) makes it to the altar in a succession of arms. The thick arm in which she is being transfered from in the image is her dad, brother Dele. She made her debut to the Earth on March 18, 2007.

Little Sam drives the knife through the cake

5 year old Samuel gets celebrated as he celebrates his birthday. I heard someone call him a Prophet. He just maybe: he's got the right facial expression to suit the personality; no-nonsense and stern.

God be with you till we meet again

Something uncharacteristic about the way he carried himself as he took the steps to the pulpit in his usual Sunday school class. A vibrant man
whose speech is laced with the force of his personality, whose sharp gesticulations press home the meaning of his words. He
has never been known to suffer a lack of things to say. Usually the interruption of the time keeper’s bell causes him to frown at the clock hanging on the wall by his side while muttering under his breath about how Time is an enemy for creatures of eternity.

On this particular Sunday school class, Lots of things were conspicuously missing as he spoke. Instead of a beaming smile, he had on a somber expression that looked as dark as the suit he wore. His words were slow and measured. The sharp gesticulations of his hands were absent. The lifeless delivery made people question with their eyes the drastic personality change. He seemed not to want to let it out yet because he may have reasoned that what he was shielding may create an unfavorable atmosphere for his class just as it had affected him on a personal level. But the questioning look on the peoples face was persistent and demanding.
When he could no longer hold back, the words came in a rush and the church auditorium was drained of sound. Even the babies seemed to be affected by it.
Sitting with rapt attention, we listened as he gave more details of how he
had been transfered from Lagos to Abuja. He informed us that this move was to happen immediately. We were having the last service with him before he relocates.There was nothing to prepare the mind for it. The impact of the announcement was jarring and harsh.
In a local assembly enjoying the ministry of more ministers than her counterparts, God may have decided to loan one to an assembly needing his service.
That this humble, jovial man of great charisma will be missed goes without saying.

Tribute Video to Brother Branham

Amazing grace shines on an old lady in her sunset years

She's old but only physically. The experience she is describing
is one of a baby taking her first tentative steps in the realm of the spiritual.

2007, is election year in Nigeria but mama is voting for none but The
Lord Jesus Christ. She saw His reflection in her daughter and son-in-
law and poor old lady! having lived long and seen much, is sure she has
found the real deal.

Lovelier when you smile, uglier when you don't!

It's January 1, 2007, and all the sisters are wearing the Heaven
approved make-up...a smile. Surely, they look lovelier by a mile.

Papa "Goddy's" blue Picanto will surely drive the Devil mad, sad and blue

Brother Godwin Omoigui finds that God is faithful as he is rewarded
with a brand new official car at the office after the breakdown of his
own personal car.

Undoubtedly, for a man whose job takes him out more than it keeps him in,
this is certainly a blessing.Now getting to the spot, on time, where his camera will capture news and events for THISDAY newspaper, is a matter of flooring the pedals of the puny Picanto!

Steven Adelodun: Spared from being labeled dead

At Oshodi, that Friday morning, the rowdiness showed no sign of abating. It was hustle and bustle everywhere. I was to go for an entrance examination coming the day after, 2nd September at Ife, Osun state. I had been told to go to Ojota to board a straight bus straight to Ife but somehow, I found myself at Oshodi, probably “a slip of the leg” which God had a hand in as would later be seen in this piece.
When I got to Oshodi, I boarded a bus heading to Ibadan with the hope of catching another one going to Ife, in a bid to cut cost. This Ibadan bus was a new one with a tasteful interior and spic and span exterior. Any thoughts or fears about a mishap would have been dispelled at the sight of the bus. I was the third passenger and I sat in front beside the driver. Three persons boarded at once, then came a Voice from within. It said, “Get down from this bus. Are you ready to die?” I answered, “ I might not be ready to die but I am not afraid”. The Voice said, “This isn’t a case of being afraid but of being obedient!”
I kept on struggling with the Voice but thankfully. It prevailed. Just before the last person boarded, I alighted and boarded another one going straight to Ife at a fair price, comparatively.
Fortunately, I was the last person to board. The Ibadan bound bus had left before we did and I was still wondering why I alighted from that “dream” bus when a thought flashed across my mind: “All things work together for good to them that love God, to them that God loves”
And how true that turned out. Just before we got to Ibadan, I saw the most horrifying sight. The dream bus was wrecked on the highway with bloodstains and broken limbs just around it.
It is doubtful that anyone could have survived the accident. I remember seeing the FRSC officials moving corpses to their waiting van.
There is nothing that can happen to a Christian if God hasn’t finished with him. God is real, He still speaks, but we do not always listen O God, I am so thankful!

Camp Meeting 2006

"

The challenge is not in preaching a sermon, it's in living it

"-Faithfulscribe

Having attended three annual conventions since letting down my fluttering religious sails to anchor in the message of my day, I find the third striking and unique.
This time, the experience, getting to the venue had a valuable lesson to offer: it was that the road to Heaven passes through hell. The forces of hell were not going to watch and cheer us along as we traveled to pick up the blessings marked for us. Spiritually influenced roadblocks and speed bumps were hurdles to overcome or be overcome by. This time, we had more than the usual to make us wonder and ponder if the pain along the way would match the gain obtainable from staying on course.

The supply of fuel, the lifeblood of the nation, got disrupted mysteriously with no one able to give a reasonable explanation. The consequence of that alongside the desperate desire for city dwellers that have had so few visits home in the course of the year created an atmosphere for exploitation. Within days, travelers witnessed fares doubling, tripling and quadrupling and at it’s peak becoming fives times larger in size.

Drivers, spotting a rare opportunity, turned the roads into a picture of chaos. Cars and buses were to be seen coming in places where they should be going and vice versa. The bottleneck beat the hardiest of them. The only way they could reach destination was to circumvent the usual routes in a way that lengthened the travel time almost unbearably. The usual two-hour journey to Ibadan stretched to a six-hour ride for us. A journey begun under the full glare of a mid day’s intense light and heat saw us arriving in the fading light of an evening Sun.

The most obvious change to the area of the ancient city where we gather annually were the freshly tarred dirt road and a huge carnal under construction.
The expansive school compound from colonial days was already alive with believers from the nation’s four cardinal points.
The food, both physical and spiritual were nourishing, refreshing and invigorating. The lodging/accommodation this time was one area that reflected the growing organizational ability of the event planners. A remarkable transition from classroom blocks with missing windows and doors to comfortable hostels akin to hotels save for the privacy.
The meetings were replete with testimonies of God’s power to change lives and situations surrounding them. From a student being saved from mental affliction, an old lady rejoicing about her salvation in her sunset years to a young man’s long search for the seemingly elusive Holy Ghost baptism being rewarded. The “specials numbers” were not in short supply. A silky voiced young man under the alias, “African Jim Reeves”, did a special rendition that caused a deep stir in the hearts of his audience. Not to be outdone by youth, a gracefully aged lady wrinkled with age, crooned away the goodness of God in her native tongue. Her song, like a fountain, gushed from the depth of her heart.
The Speakers came full and left empty. Totally drained by a spiritually hungry congregation.
When the last meeting dispersed, the feeling that it had ended too soon hung heavy like a cloud in the auditorium.
On the 27th of December, like it was on the 23rd the idle exit route got busy.


THE VENUE:IBADAN
A city ancient in years: An open museum of history, displaying structures from the nation’s cradle years. In it’s expansive schools, marks of colonialism stand well preserved. Cheap food prices give away the earthiness of the people. Food production is an endeavor that enjoys mass participation. Power supply is enviably good: coming faster than it goes.
Light traffic flows unhindered on the tarred roads twisting in and out of the city.
Citizens with innocence rarely seen on the streets of Lagos, where approaching someone to ask for directions in broad daylight, does nothing to make them less suspicious. However, on the flip side, a good command of English, so taken for granted in Lagos would raise curious eyebrows and form embarrassing silence. Broken English heard on very rare occasions would pass for shattered English In Lagos. The ancient Yoruba language is what oils the wheel of communication in this place refusing to give up on both its ruralness and civilization.

THE SPOKEN WORD CONVENTION-by Brother -by Bro Wole Olojede

“It is good for us to be here”
I have always wondered why God who loves His children to be in unity, disperses them to every corner of the Earth. Some in the valley, others on the hills, and mountaintops: Separated by far distances.
Naturally, it is not feasible for unity to be strengthened without frequent dialogues, localizations, seeings and sharing of perspectives among those who desire it. Here again, we see how God’s perspective transcends our earthly perspective. He achieves Unity without frequent dialogues, localizations, seeing and sharing of perspectives among people who desire it but through a divine personality (Holy Ghost) that is Omnipresent, omniscient, omnipotent in the hearts of His children. It further means that no physical effort of man can bring about his great infinite unity among His children, therefore human effort at achieving unity will be denominational, self glorifying and will lead ultimately to persecuting the true unity of God. It is evident, through ages that human effort at achieving true spiritual unity has turned individuals and churches denominational.

The 2006 Spoken Word Convention in Ibadan was a true vindication of God’s unity among His children. The ministers and the congregation were in true spiritual harmony, which subsequently pulled down God’s hand in revelation of the Word, healing, words of prophecy and others…a shower of blessing. This experience is analogous to Acts 2vs1-2.
The ministers that preached were inspired to say powerful nuggets that triggered the Bride to greater exploits at every service time. The subsequent services were more glorious than the previous ones. Not one with self-motive, but all with one big desire to “let God be glorified”.
Thank God for the co-operation and maturity of the ministers that did not preach. Brother Branham said that” the unity of the people of God comes by His Word, through His Spirit”. Paul and the early Apostles never saw themselves for years, but the Unity of the Word through the Spirit made them preach the same thing with signs following them.

Brothers like Brother Martins (host pastor), Brother Joshua (Ijebu Ode), Brother Dele (Oworonshoki, Lagos), Brother Peter Ahamba (Onisha), Brother Simon (Ile-Ife), Brother George ( Uk), Brother Dele (Isolo, Lagos), Brother Bosworth (Jos) were given grace to minister faith to the Bride.

Moreover, ministers who handled the morning devotions were wonderful. Their pre-dawn exhortations helped to warm up the believers for the day’s services. Brother Ayo (the associate host pastor) led the campground morning devotions while other ministers residing outside handled that in their location.

The testimonies from last year convention abounded. The special numbers and Amen corners never diminished but were tremendous this time. A brother going with the alias, “African Jim Reeves” and brother Emmanuel’s group treated the congregation to soulful renditions.
The physical food was no less nourishing. A touch of professionalism was seen this time in all aspects of service. The meals were a delight.
My prayer is that everyone will remain blessed and if God permits another convention, that it will be more glorious.
God knows that if He localizes us in a place, with His divine love in our hearts, we won’t long for the Heavenly meeting ahead and some of His children in other regions wont encounter life without the Word being scattered to them, therefore He had to separate us. Thus it behooves God to separate us afar but join us strongly in heart and spirit.
GOD BLESS YOU.