Linus Oota , Lafia Unidentified gunmen suspected to be Bassa militias are reported to have launched a fresh attack on Umaisha, the headquarters of Opanda chiefdom in Toto Local Government Area of Nasarawa State, burning down the entire communities. The invaded communities include: Kolo, Kuwa, Kokoto, Kanyehu, Dausu, Ogba, Ugya, Katakpa, and Umaisha villages. The…
It was all a joke, it seemed, when I got this message from my friend on Christmas day: “The chicken I planned sending to you today for Christmas escaped to a nearby church, shouting ‘I shall not die but live to declare the glory of God’. Please, what do we do now since the chicken is now born again and the Bible says ‘touch not my anointed’?”
I did not see it as a joke because almost everyone, including yours truly, had one excuse or another for not exchanging gifts this Yuletide. That is why I feel like singing. And the song that readily comes to my mind is the popular ‘Bye bye to Jacko Jacko, bye bye to Jacko Jacko; in the name of Jesus, bye bye to Jacko Jacko…
This is especially so we herald the New Year, after a tearful ordeal without fuel, light, food and basic necessities of life. Who would have believed Nigerians would survive last year?
Last year; sounds so distant, doesn’t it? Yet it was only yesterday. 2017 was indeed a terrible year of oddities. A year of scandals and controversies. A year of survival and death. A year of losses and gains. A year we were told the ‘dead’ Boko Haram goon, Abubakar Shekau, returned to life a cripple. A time Nigeria reportedly came out of recession but without food on their table. A year when more sinners in the Peoples Democratic Party, PDP, transmuted to untouchable saints in All Progressives Congress, APC. A year when money became orphans and desolate at airports. A year of contrasts and contradictions. A year when pythons danced and crocodiles smiled. Ah, what a year! A year that is best forgotten for all it is worth….
But more pleasantly, 2017was significant. It was a year that took us closer to the year of the Lord. A year President Donald Trump dared mankind and did the undoable by the standards of a timid, pliable world and recognised Jerusalem as the capital of Israel. I shudder that a world that knows the truth would elect to turn it on its head to pacify terrorists in the quest of elusive peace. That is why Trump is my man of the year (or century?)
I laugh at a flaccid world that has sold its soul to the devil. I laugh because by ganging up against Israel, it seemed to have eaten so much it now challenged its maker to a duel. So what if a whopping 128 of 193-member United Nations voted against Trump’s Jerusalem declaration as capital of Israel? By choosing to vote on the wrong side of history and truth, these nations have declared enemity with the Lord but blessed are those that bless Israel and cursed are those who curse Israel (Genesis 12:3); that is covenant.
Even though Nigeria voted on this negative side and exposed to the consequences, there remains God’s remnants yet in this nation and shall live in Goshen when the plagues come calling.
It is not out of spite or hatred for anybody that truth must prevail. This controversy only arose because Abraham sired Ishmael but it is on record that having made the mistake, Abraham tried to make amends; he settled the issue of Ishmael long before he joined his ancestors by sending him away from the son of promise, Isaac. Why must Ishmael refuse to be pacified?
Whatever be the case, the (dis)United Nations is wasting its time by neglecting biblical facts and truths about the Lord’s thoughts concerning Jerusalem as the undivided capital of Israel since the time of David over 3000 years ago.
“Since the day that I brought my people out of the land of Egypt, I chose no city in all the tribes of Israel in which to build a house, that my name might be there, and I chose no man as prince over my people Israel; but I have chosen Jerusalem that my name may be there and I have chosen David to be over my people Israel.” 2 Chronicles 6:5-6
Enough of the inanities of the perishing world!
Happy New Year!
Now that we are in the New Year, it is time the world realised that its efforts against Israel are in futility. It is a time we turned a new leaf and come full circle and follow the Lord outside whom there is no salvation elsewhere. It is time for haters of Israel recognised they are doomed except they embraced the tiny but mighty Jewish nation.
It is derisory when world talks about peace. Peace, by whose definition? What kind of peace would want Israel exterminated?
It is time the world told itself the truth that what Trump did was in fulfillment of prophecy. It is time the world moved to the side of history with Trump, man of the Century, to do what gladdens the heart of God. The time to do all that is now.
The year is a few hours old, not young, already. Those that spent their entire year’s savings on frivolities are back to the cities or stuck in their villages begging to hitch a ride back. That should never be the way to go about life this year. In the next 365 days, what excuses would we have for non achievement? This is time for sober reflection and projection.
Soon, we will be shouting another Happy Christmas and New Year. I don’t want anybody to tell me the gift he purposed for me, whether fowl or goat escaped into a church and became born again that cannot be touched because of the anointing. You don’t have to wait till then to bring the gift to me. I am ready to receive it any day and save you the agony of becoming an evangelist to fowls in December.
To the teeming readers of Men-o-pulse, Happy New Year! As you set out on this defining journey, don’t forget to go with your compass, the Word of God and Divine direction. Also, don’t take Lot along; he will only drag you back and dump you after using you (ask Father Abraham – Genesis 12:4…). Lest I forget, don’t build your hope on the APC government (or any politician); it is not yet certain whether it is run by the living or the dead.
Dear Men-o-pulsians, my New Year gift did not run into any church; I only couldn’t see fuel anywhere for my car to deliver it to you. Let’s all hope and pray that the manacles of change would soon drop from our limbs so that the confiscated blessings of God upon this nation would percolate to everyone.
May our route be smooth, as we navigate through the New Year; in Jesus Mighty Name, amen!