Testimony: Calling On Jesus Will Change You 

It was the summer of 1968, and I was 14 years old looking ahead to my freshman year in high school, well almost looking ahead. I remember being a little anxious about it and wanting very much to fit in. One big plus was that my sister was going to be a senior that same year and she had a lot of friends who were also going to be upper classmen.

It was that summer when some of my friends offered me the first opportunity to smoke pot. I can almost remember exactly what was said.

“Hey, man, c’mon Dave it’s really cool, everybody’s smokin’ dope now.” I will never forget taking a big drag off of that long American flag joint. I knew how because I had already been smoking cigarettes for a while. Well, as the months went by, I can remember smoking hash, then some black tar opium, and every weekend I would scrape up enough money for a nickel bag or whatever was available. Sometime around my sophomore year, I had gotten a part time job at a small neighborhood drugstore, and that’s how I was able to afford my dope, not to mention what I began to steal from the job. I can remember going to the library, which by the way, was conveniently located just across the street. I would start checking out the books on pharmaceuticals. Well, I never really would physically check them out because I didn’t of course want anyone to wonder why I had an interest in these books.

I began to recognize the different kinds of drugs on the shelf just by site. So, I just took a few here and there, not even considering what some of the real side effects would or could be. Let’s see, there were the uppers, speed—Dexedrine, benzedrine, Desoxin, methamphetamine sulfate, and then there were the downers, barbs—Tuinal, Seconal, Desbutal, Phenobarbital, Belladonna and so on. I can remember being so down at one party, and out-of-it, as we would say, that I literally sat on the floor with my eyes closed and I found myself viewing the whole scene from above while I was in some sort of semi-conscience state. I’m telling you that I was out of my own body looking down from above, and all the time overhearing the conversations in the room.

As I continued to experiment with other types of street drugs like mescaline, peyote, and LSD, there were times when it could get a little scary, as if there was evil lurking in the shadows, and of course there were the paranoid emotions you had to deal with from time-to-time. It seemed as if each new high started to become a new low, and just about the time you would receive a real scare on one of your highs, and you’d begin to think that just maybe you shouldn’t get high anymore, someone would come by and say, “Oh! c’mon, Dave let’s go get a buzz ” and you would go and forget about everything. All this time we would drink too and that sometimes really got out of control.

A few years went by, and I was still controlling, I thought, my drug habits. Then I overdosed on what was called “angel dust,” what a deceptive name. You see, I really lost it on this trip and was hearing things and dealing with what I thought was the absence of my friends when all along they were right there walking with me through this concert. A fear came over me like a blanket of cold emptiness. I can remember calling out the name of the Lord. It was that name of the Lord who I had heard about as a young boy brought up in the Catholic religion. God delivered me that day in a miraculous way, but I will tell you about that some other time. All I can say for right now is that suddenly I became sober-minded and felt safe.

It seemed for the next few months I heard of and met more people who knew Jesus, as if He was a real person, than at any other time during my whole life up to that point. There was one man who owned a bike shop where I had just purchased my very first ten-speed bicycle. I was about nineteen then and wanted to buy a bike to ride on nice days when I got high. This man spoke to me about the Lord Jesus Christ, and gave me a Christian tract, which was called “The Four Spiritual Laws”. I can only remember a few things about what it had to say but I can definitely remember what I felt like after reading it. It was like a real sorrow and conviction inside my heart that showed me that I was trapped in a deception.

I can remember thinking how someday I wished I could just keep my mind straight and my head right and not have to get high just to feel secure and belonging to something. This tract talked about a new beginning for whomever asked Jesus to become the Lord in their life and allowed Him to sit on the throne of their life. I can remember thinking that I didn’t know how God could forgive me because I could never remember just how much sin I had been involved in, therefore, I couldn’t be expected to confess all my sins to have them forgiven. This thought troubled me from my youth as a Catholic having to confess all my sins to a priest, and it had been years since that happened. I guess it was about six to eight months when things really began to heat up. First, because of an acquaintance of mine, I began to have a real interest in reading the Bible. I sensed real comfort in doing this and that’s why I kept it up. My friends were calling me “Holy Joe” and a few other things, but something else was really wrong. I called out to God one day and asked him to change things…you know, like my whole life. I was so tired of the rut I found myself in. I was holding down two jobs and partying as hardy as ever, but it just wasn’t like it used to be.

I had gone in and out of a couple of relationships and because I was just too high most of the time I screwed those up and kept finding myself alone. Until, one weekend I was introduced to Carol, the lady who became my wife. One really big thing we had in common was the fact that we were both playing the game of life but not enjoying it much. Again, I know the Lord began to work in our lives because of the time I prayed and asked Him for a change.

Some months later, we found ourselves and about seven or eight of our friends at a church service one Sunday. It was held in the auditorium of an elementary school. There was so much love in that place you could feel it. There we were, shoulder-length hair, bellbottom jeans, sandals, the whole thing. People came up to us and welcomed us like they knew who we were. One last and the most memorable thing that was said was the invitation from Bob for us to come forward to ask Jesus into our hearts. He led us in a prayer denouncing our past life and asking Jesus to wash away our sins. The next emotion I felt was one of having liquid peace poured over my head; it dripped down all over me and covered me like a thick blanket. There we stood, Carol and me—“Born Again.” PRAISE THE LORD! You see the moral of this story is that Jesus is alive and is very real to those who believe and call upon His name. Our life has never been the same since that day, and we know that over the last 20 years God has remained faithful to the cry of our hearts—to be changed.

Psalms 34:8 Amplified–“O taste and see that the Lord [our God] is good! Blessed—happy, fortunate [to be envied] — is the man who trusts and takes refuge in Him.”

Jesus did it!!! 

Joyce Meyer Ministries: Love Life Women’s Conference 2018

Where are my ladies, sisters and women of faith. It’s going down in 2018 with “love life conference 2018” in Tampa Florida United States. 
After a successful love life conference this year, the next scheduled event will be full of exciting speakers and artists. It’s going to be an upgrade and next level package. 

You don’t want to miss this time!  With $20 you are in already. So hurry and register by going to http://www.joycemeyer.org to get your sit and also get more information. 

Stay tuned!!! 

Before You Call The Wedding Planner: By Funke Egbemode 

My best friend sent this great write up to me this morning. After reading, it got to me and decided to share because it doesn’t belong to my phone, but for the whole world to read and be careful. 

Marriage is becoming a risky business by the hour. Instead of enlarging the family, it is reducing it. When your son or daughter marries, you expect grandchildren as dividends. Now, your initial investment gets liquidated in a pool of blood, without recourse to you. One infuriated sick and weak girl just grabs a kitchen knife and carves up your son in a flash, ripping out your heart and dreams of being surrounded by happiness in your old age. One silly boy in a moment of uncontrollable blinding fury stabs your daughter in the throat, leaving you reeling in that kind of pain no parent can recover from. Wives killing their husbands. Husbands killing their wives. How did our innocent babies become murderers? How did we miss it? What did we do wrong, or failed to do that is filling our doorsteps with shoes of mourners and our once happy homes with wailings and gnashing of teeth? Did the Bible not promise that our children will surround our tables and that we will not cast our young? So, what is going on? It is bad enough that more and more young marriages are failing. It is already a sad testimony that more women are becoming breadwinners and telling our sons when to snore in their own beds. But this added blood and gore and loss and unending pain… Or are you not worried?

Sure, the latest tragedies happened far from you but they are really closer than you think. If you still think these recent spousal murders do not really concern you, take a look at your daughter, your son and tell yourself you can vouch for the spouses they will end up with. And if your children are already in their 20s and of marriage age, swear you are not a teensy bit concerned about the suitors milling around them. That fine-boy-no-pimples full of smiles and politeness, does he have anger issues? Is he a keeper, a reaper or a taker? That babe who is already calling your son ‘Ayo mi’ (my joy) or ‘honey’, can you trust her with your greatest treasure, your brilliant caring son?
There is no retirement age for parents. We are parents for life. Our job is cut out for us and we must do it with all our heart and might. There is really no short cut. This is our calling until we are called home by He who chose us for this assignment as daddies and mummies. Of course, the temptation to hand over our daughters and our parenting jobs over to our in-laws the day we give them out in marriage will always be there. But it is a temptation we must resist as soon as the effects of red wine champagne wears off. Yeah. Wine-carrying, celebrated destination wedding ceremonies with the captains of industry and 10 governors in attendance is what it is, just another party. The marriage itself begins the following day. And let’s not forget that the young bride and groom had lived a protected life up until their wedding day. They were chauffeured to primary and secondary schools, assisted in picking their universities. Their NYSC postings were arranged by daddy. Their first jobs too via daddy’s connections. This is the first time they would be taking huge steps on their own. They probably will still be using daddy’s mechanic and mummy’s travel agent and caterer. Don’t bother denying it. We are all guilty of over-parenting. We all look forward so much to the days our children will get married that we forget there are things we must do, that is, beyond the small chops and assorted meals from here to China.
Raise your hand if you did a proper background check on your son’s wife before the wedding. Seriously? Yeah.
*Let me stress this point then. You must investigate your daughter’s suitor, your son’s intended. Don’t be overly excited by the diamond ring he gave her or the rich family she comes from. You must do your research. You must ensure you are not handing over your treasure to a pig who’ll go play in the mud with it. Most parents hardly ever do that background check before calling the wedding planner. Is he abusive? Does she throw flower vases at television sets? Does his father beat his mother? Is her mother cantankerous? Before you fix the wedding date, make sure you are not funding a ceremony that will put your child in an early grave. That is the pre-wedding warning.*
However, marriage is the critical point. While I think it is a sin to meddle in your children’s marriage, I also think it is a crime to push our children into the deep end of the pool without providing life jackets. Parents should let new couples totter, falter, fall even but be there to help them back on their feet. Watch from a distance but watch you must, keenly, discreetly, wisely. The fear of failure and what the society would say make a lot of new couples die in silence. Without being intrusive, nudge your daughter or daughter-in-law to speak freely. Call her to accompany you to a party you don’t want to attend alone. Start a topic that will help her open up. It could be a new television series, a movie with a relationship or marriage theme. And being a busy politician or high flying executive is not an excuse. I open such topics with my girls while they are helping me pick an  evening dress, do my make-up or while we are watching a movie that I had picked for that purpose. I have also had such intimate talks with my son as he drove us to church. 
Fathers, let your son-in-law accompany you to events, golf course, church, mosque. What’s wrong with an occasional barber-date together? Get your grooming Saturday in sync. It helps you see through what they may be trying to hide without asking probing questions. You have gained an extra child and that should be an advantage.
Stop by unannounced occasionally too and make such visits  brief, very brief.  Take along gifts. Those unannounced visits help you to catch them without rehearsed speeches. Hug the wife, she will wince or grunt if she has been kicked or punched. Does she have puffy eyes, discoloured cheeks or walking with a limp? If every time you go there, there is always a story why a piece of furniture is broken or cracked, one of them  may be violent, hurling coffee mugs at the television or kicking flower vases.
And if you discover that one of them is abusive, don’t expect them to sort it out on their own or with their pastor. An abusive wife or husband is a sick person. He needs help. She needs to see the appropriate doctor, it is an emergency. If the abusive partner refuses to get help, retrieve the one that belongs to you to safety. My mother used to counsel that a safe small corner on earth is better than a big space in the grave. You cannot fold your arms and hope she will stop slapping your son while she graduates to stabbing him. If he has pushed her down the staircase once and you leave her there, who will you blame when your church elders arrive with sober faces to break the news of your daughter?
Of course I know my pastor, and many other pastors reading this, will object to my ‘retrieve-your-child’ solution but I prefer my pastor chides me to him telling me ‘it is well’ later. God forbid. If a sick spouse gets help, the marriage can get back on track and everybody gets a chance to live happily ever after. And read the Bible too.Before you call the wedding planner

A Year of Tragedies: 2017 In Review

A lot of tragedies has happened since te beginning of the year. We lost some great and dear people to our hearts, while some we experienced a great loss of our homes, jobs, divorce, and many more. Most of the credits goes to “Christian Headlines”. Here are some highlight tragedies that happened this year.. 

For Americans, the past twelve months have been marked by tragedy. It’s been a year of shootings, natural disasters, and scarred relationships.


In October, fifty-eight people died in a mass shooting in Las Vegas. As the Wall Street Journal reports, this massacre “ranks as the deadliest shooting in modern U.S. history.” Just a few weeks later, another gunman slaughtered twenty-six more defenseless victims in a rural Texas church. It became the “fifth deadliest such attack.” But these are only two of the many violent killings that happened this year. Zusha Elionson with WSJ writes, “[T]he number of people killed or injured in mass incidents in 2017 is higher than in the three previous years.”


Natural disasters have also battered the nation from all sides. As the article reports, more than 200 people died in hurricanes and tropical storms that overwhelmed the Gulf Coast and Caribbean. On the western side of the country, wildfires ravaged California in October and December. These fires wiped out “more than 8,400 houses and other structures,” killed forty-two people, and burned thousands of acres.


Meanwhile, rifts between races have continued to grow under the pressure of rallies and extremist groups. The distrust between genders has also increased with the widespread revelations of sexual misconduct. Allegations reached to some of the most respected positions in modern society, forcing many Americans to think twice about where they put their trust.


We cannot finish the tragedies in Nigeria without Boko Haram. On the 25th of July, Boko Haram laid ambush on an Oil exploration team and killed over 50 people in the North East (Borno) area of Nigeria, it was classified as one of the deadliest attacks of Boko Haram in months. On the 31st of August they raided a camp in Banki area of Maiduguri, Borno State killing at least 11 people

Bomb blast killings in Maiduguri Northern part of Nigeria by Islamic terrorist group “Book Haram”. It’s just sad as the people of this area are threatened everyday. No sleep, No peace. Girls are kidnapped, rapped and brain washed. I really appreciate the efforts of the Nigerian Army in suppressing this terror. God will always win over devils and demons. 

Biafra is like the most sensitive topic in Nigeria. This year group of army individuals called Operation Python dance invaded the home of Biafrain’s Activist and leader Nnamdi Kanu killing 5 people and injuring over 30 individuals. Although federal government proscribed IPOB a terrorist group. US refuses to acknowledge IPOB as a terrorist group.

On August 14th, over 14 people were killed and 100injured in a terrorist attack in Spain, when a van rammed into a crowd of Barcelonans.

UK has seen its own share of tragedies; most recent tragedy September 15th is the improvised bomb blast at London underground station at parson’s green station central London injuring over 25 people.

June 19: Van hits Pedestrians outside Mosque killing one and injuring 11 people.

To the fire which engulfed Grenfell tower in the early hours of 14th of June in North Kensington West London killing over 50 people,



June 3RD: London bridge and Borough Market attack

May 22nd: Ariana Grand Concert Bomb Blast in Manchester.

March 22ND: Westminster Bridge Vehicle Attack & Stabbing killing 5 people and injuring over 50 people. 

In all of these tragedies, that very question of trust is just what we should be evaluating as a nation. If nothing else, this year has proven that there isn’t much in the world worth trusting in—not the weather, not politicians, not even our fellow “average” people. All these things, along with most other things that we treat as trustworthy, have failed us in 2017. And none of those failures are unprecedented. In a sense, we’ve seen it all before in the pages of history books. So, none of these things even deserved our trust in the first place.

As we move forward from this year of sorrows, let’s turn our thoughts to the One that we can trust in. This life is truly one of tragedy, but we serve a God of restoration. He—who alone holds the power of taming the weather and transforming the human heart—will one day banish tragedy forever and wipe every tear from our eyes. Put your hope in him.

For you to be alive today is a big joy and blessing. The victims of these tragedies are far better than we leaving now. We cry to God why this person or that person. We don’t even deserve anything from God, we need to just glorify and thank Him. Am forever grateful and thankful to God for Life!!! 



New Track: New Song by Steve Josh

STEVE JOSH hails from the Northeastern part of Nigeria. He is a graduate of University of Maiduguri botany department. A gospel minister with a soulful music telling his stories and the joy he found in Christ in the middle of crisis and heartachs! 

The song “NEW SONG” was inspired in the year 2015 after he lost his mother to cancer. This song is in line with his upcoming album LOVE IS dropping very soon. 

NEW SONG  IS PRODUCED BY GAD DANJA, A BLEND OF HAUSA AND ENGLISH POP MUSIC TELLING OF GOD’S FAITHFULLNESS EVEN AT OUR LOWEST.

This track is all on replay, fresh, cool, and great for the soul. 

Download New Song

Value: Repost

A popular speaker started off a seminar by holding up a $20 bill. A crowd of 200 had gathered to hear him speak. He asked, “Who would like this $20 bill?”

200 hands went up.

He said, “I am going to give this $20 to one of you but first, let me do this.” He crumpled the bill up.

He then asked, “Who still wants it?”

All 200 hands were still raised.

“Well,” he replied, “What if I do this?” Then he dropped the bill on the ground and stomped on it with his shoes.

He picked it up, and showed it to the crowd. The bill was all crumpled and dirty.

“Now who still wants it?”

All the hands still went up.

“My friends, I have just showed you a very important lesson. No matter what I did to the money, you still wanted it because it did not decrease in value. It was still worth $20. Many times in our lives, life crumples us and grinds us into the dirt. We make bad decisions or deal with poor circumstances. We feel worthless. But no matter what has happened or what will happen, you will never lose your value. You are special – Don’t ever forget it!

Source: living3

True Story About Colonel Sanders | Kentucky Fried Chicken

The first time I tasted KFC chicken was the first time I knew a fast food joint can compete hard with the numerous joints in my country. 😂😂😂 The best I must say!!!  Yea I love my junk days.

Once, there was an older man, who was broke, living in a tiny house and owned a beat up car. He was living off of $99 social security checks. At 65 years of age, he decide things had to change. So he thought about what he had to offer. His friends raved about his chicken recipe. He decided that this was his best shot at making a change.

He left Kentucky and traveled to different states to try to sell his recipe. He told restaurant owners that he had a mouthwatering chicken recipe. He offered the recipe to them for free, just asking for a small percentage on the items sold. Sounds like a good deal, right?

Unfortunately, not to most of the restaurants. He heard NO over 1000 times. Even after all of those rejections, he didn’t give up. He believed his chicken recipe was something special. He got rejected 1009 times before he heard his first yes.

With that one success Colonel Hartland Sanders changed the way Americans eat chicken. Kentucky Fried Chicken, popularly known as KFC, was born.

Remember, never give up and always believe in yourself in spite of rejection.

Prayer Tuesday: Week of Thanks


Gracious Father, you have blessed me in so many ways! Today, however, I’m especially aware of the many incredible ways you have blessed me through other people. I want to thank you for the following wonderful Christian people you have placed in my life (My family, friends, colleagues, and co.). Please guard and strengthen them and use them to bless others as they have blessed me. In Jesus name I pray. Amen!!! 

When You Feel The Suffering Is Too Much

God is with you in the midst of your suffering. He has not abandoned you, because “God has said, never will I leave you, never will I forsake you” (Hebrews 13:5). 

Sure we all remember uncle Job in the Bible? It seemed that virtually everything that could go wrong did go wrong for him. He lost his children, his possessions, and his health. Yet he knew that God could be trusted even in the midst of his circumstances. 

Satan is just a loser!!!  But that dude will never accept defeat. Job was put to the test, he saw that he didn’t refuse or backed away from God, his next move was to kill him by using his wife. Job’s wife gave up after losing her kids, the riches they had gone, she was frustrated and was led by Satan to tell her husband to kill himself. You know this story is related to what’s happening in this generation. The little frustration, worry, anxiety, and suffering experienced leads to suicide. That’s the devil’s way of persuading the soul or using others when all is not working out for the good. 

I will never forget the help from my dad during the time I was frustrated and worried. He continuously sat me down and talk to me, highligthing cases like Job, Sarah, Elizabeth and others in the Bible. 

When we feel the suffering is too much, I get we humans, we are weak, and there is no how we won’t complain. But the truth is that God knows all. And we should be thankful when we face trials, for what comes next is a full package of blessings above. 

Have a blessed day!!!