Memoirs of a Church Girl

If God calls you to do something just do it! Forget if people notice and applaude or not. Eventually whatever is born (originates) of God overcomes the world. Soon people will wonder why they failed to notice such a gift. Don't consult your past, don't ever say 'but I'm prone to goofing things up' remember that He who called you is faithful. He will do it Himself but it will be on record that He used you to do it. Don't be intimidated by the giants that are already there. All giants started as babies too. If you persevere in obedience one day you too will become a giant. Stop struggling with people's impressions and perceptions about you. People hardly know how to stay in there lane so just ignore the whisperings and the mockery, real or percieved. Look into those perfect eyes of Jesus and you will see a perfect reflection of you. You don't have to tell everyone of the vision given to you by God. It will amaze you that some people you are pretty ...

I'm so sober this morning !. As I flipped the pancakes my kids insisted I make for their breakfast, I heard Him speaking to me about RESTORING TRUE REVERENCE FOR THE GOD HEAD! I knew I had to put it down quickly at the risk of burning breakfast. "Prayer is going on in church and you are outside doing whatever you think is more important. Praise and worship time is ideal for gisting with the girls and guys. But as soon as  your pastor climbs the pulpit you rush inside and sit, putting on your most sanctified expression. Who are you fooling? You have a problem and while I'm waiting  lovingly to discuss and resolve it with you, you're on your way dialing the number of whoever you believe has the solution to your troubles. Whose fooling who here? You would shiver at the thought of your pastor discovering some private aspects of your life and would faint if any one threatened to expose it, but you have no qualms with the fact that I'm living within you and ha...

Scene 1 'How can a believer commit such abomination?' his face was hot and his eyes red with righteous indignition. The object of the discussion was another brother who had fallen into the sin of fornication. He wasnt 'swimming' or even 'basking' in sin, it was a terrible mistake he'd made by being ignorant of the devices of satan and failing to put boundaries in place. He was crushed and had gone to 'report' himself and word somehow got out. So this our other brother was raving and ranting about 'holiness' not understanding that the very fact that he was still standing was not because he was some super hero but purely a function of grace. If he understood grace it would have made him humble. I could never forget his words, they were righteous, but reflected a mean and unforgiving disposition...and I wondered, 'why do we christians sometimes find it harder to forgive than God?' The story didn't end there, it wasn't t...

I saw something today I never thought I'd ever see. I've heard pastors use it to buttress points while teaching and personally I've used it unfailingly while teaching on 'Christian Devotion' What did I see? A tanker full of fuel (not sure if it was pms or diesel ) that broke down because it ran out of Fuel . I watched with amusement as the driver siphoned fuel from a teeny weeny  20 litre gallon into the humongous vehicle. Hilarious right! This to me  represents the tragedy of the modern day minister...so full of activities while the secret place remains deserted. Someone I respected and still respect so much told me as a young believer to study all I can because a time will come in my later years when I just won't have time to study as much. I swallowed it,  believed it and never for once doubted that statement. I expected it too so it wasn't a surprise when that time also came upon me suddenly. I depended on the residual knowledge I'd gathered ov...

The school was on fire, luckily not literally, but almost just as bad. There was a riot and whenever there was a riot terrible things happened.  It was a Friday and Kiki never saw it coming. One minute everything was fine and dandy, the next minute she heard the approaching sound of many masculine voices chanting. Her roommates had travelled so she was alone in the room just lounging. She peeked through her window and observed that other ladies in the hostel had come out of their rooms either to ask questions or discuss what was going on. Some looked scared with their arms folded across their chests while others talked confidently like they knew the details.  The chant was getting closer and closer. She closed the windows and sat on her bed wondering what to do next. Then the screaming started. Something was wrong. What started as a faraway chants had suddenly turned into a stampede in the Margret Thatcher Hostel. She heard female screams and male shouts. Apparently t...