My both kidneys failed at 31.
I went through Dialysis three times a week. I was dying slowly.
They put me on the transplant list and said I might not last. One night after dialysis I could not stand the pain. I shouted to God until I had no voice left:
The next test before transplant showed my kidneys working again.
No dialysis since. It's been four years and they still work.
The specialist said he had never seen such a thing.
I gave the rest of my life to God.
Settle it in your heart that, as you journey through life, some people will leave — even in difficult times.
Someone on your feed needs to hear this. Don't forget to RT!
Sermon Title: Wisdom for Ministry
#PastorObinnaMichael#TheGiftensChurch#GraceSpeaks
People keep arguing lately... Was Jesus Black? Was He white?
What shade was His skin?
But here's the truth nobody wants to hear:
The color of His skin didn't save you - His BLOOD did.
Jesus didn't come to fit your race, your politics, or your preferences. He came to die, rise again, and break the chains off humanity. Period.
Debate His complexion all you want... but on the cross, the only color that mattered was red.
And that blood still heals, saves, delivers, restores, and sets people free today.
Heavenly Father,
I come to You today in a season of waiting, not entirely sure what comes next, and I find myself wanting to rush toward answers that You have not yet given. So I pause here, in this quiet moment, and I ask You to meet me in the not-knowing.
Teach me to be patient, Lord. Not the reluctant patience that simply endures until it's over, but a deeper kind, the patience that trusts You are already at work, even in what feels like stillness. I know that growth often happens quietly, beneath the surface, long before it becomes visible. Help me believe that this season, too, is doing something in me, even if I cannot yet see what.
Quiet the restlessness in my heart that wants to force open doors before their time. Slow the anxious pace of my thoughts that keep reaching for certainty I don't yet have. Instead, let me settle into a calm confidence, the kind that comes from trusting Your timing more than my own timeline.
Help me hold my plans loosely, Lord, while still moving forward with intention. Let me use this waiting well, to grow, to listen, to prepare, rather than simply enduring it until something changes. And when the next step does come, let me recognize it clearly, because I have stayed close to You in the meantime.
I don't need every answer today. I just need to trust that You are leading, even now, even here.
I rest in that. I wait in that.
Amen.
🔥 SHE WAS OFFERED MAID. SHE CHOSE LIFE.
At 84, Miriam Lancaster arrived at Vancouver General Hospital in severe pain. She says that while doctors were evaluating her, a physician raised Medical Assistance in Dying (MAiD) as an option.
Lancaster was shocked.
She says she simply wanted to know what was causing her pain—not to die.
Doctors ultimately identified a fractured sacrum, and after treatment and rehabilitation, she recovered. She later traveled with her daughter and even climbed a volcano in Guatemala.
Her story has sparked a much bigger question:
When someone is suffering, should our first response be to help them find a way through the suffering—or suggest that life itself should end?
Life can become painful.
Life can become difficult.
But pain does not erase a person’s dignity, purpose, or value.
📖 “I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full.” — John 10:10
📖 “The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I have come that they may have life.” — John 10:10
Whatever your position on MAiD, Miriam’s story should make us pause and ask:
Are we becoming too quick to offer death when what people may need most is compassion, treatment, hope, and someone willing to walk beside them?
I never imagined I'd be the one asking for help.
I've spent my life on the other side checking pulses, holding hands, telling patients "you'll be okay." Today, I'm the one who needs to hear that.
This is Day One of appealing to my 30 Followers,online community and well-wishers to help me raise the Sh6 million needed for my kidney transplant.
THREAD
The Bible was written on three continents.
Asia.
Africa.
Europe.
In three languages.
Hebrew.
Aramaic.
Greek.
By over 40 different men:
Shepherds.
Kings.
Prophets.
Fishermen.
A tax collector.
A doctor.
A tentmaker.
Written in palaces and prisons.
In deserts and cities.
In freedom and in exile.
Across roughly 1,500 years.
66 books.
One continuous story:
Creation.
Fall.
Redemption.
Christ.
Most of these writers never met.
No committee planned it.
No editor stitched it together.
Yet it opens in a garden with the Tree of Life
and closes in a garden with the Tree of Life.
Different writers.
Different centuries.
Different cultures.
One voice.
Because behind the human hands was a divine Author.
Men held the pens.
But God wrote the story.
Adultery, scandals, divorce and an explosive ministry, the world has never recovered from...
"They drove me away from the Church Because I was Divorced."
Kathryn Kuhlman
In one occasion, Kathryn Kuhlman was preaching in a church and someone informed the pastor that she was divorced which led the pastor walking up to the front and grabbing the microphone from her and apologizing to the crowd for having a “false prophet” preaching, she was escorted by the ushers out of the church and ran off town. SHE WEPT!
On a rare occasion where Kathryn would address her past she made this comment about her peers during her crisis. “... You know sometimes it’s a thousand times easier to die physically than to keep on living. You see, the Lord forgives, but people don’t.
They’ll drive it in, and they’ll drive it in, and they’ll drive it in, and they’ll drive it in. And they’ll pierce your heart, and they’ll pierce it clear through.
Kathryn Kuhlman Died! This was her popular phrase, she would go on to say, it was the price she paid for the glory.
Kathryn remembers vividly the days she died to and carried Gods glory.
It’s much easier to die than to live, death to the flesh and the opinions of this world, that very day at the end of that dead-end street is when I died at four, on a Saturday afternoon.
Today, I feel it was part of God’s perfect will for my life.”
For Kathryn Kuhlman, Her greatest anointing began to manifest from 49-59 years.
In those days, she walked past people and they collapsed to the floor because of the heavy presence of the Holyspirit she carried. Healings and strange miracles, never before recorded accompanied her ministry till death.
Even through Kathryn Kuhlman was out of public ministry for almost 8 years, When she hit the platform again, the glory of the latter house surpassed the former.
Suddenly all the churches that attacked her because of her divorce, opened their arms wide like they weren’t the ones that almost drove her into suicide.
The anointing was always there. All it needed was activation and constant use. God’s grace is irreversible. He does not change His mind about what He gives, He’s not two-faced. Your perspective or mindset about Him may change, but he does not.
So many have may have left ministry because of one thing or the other, you may have stopped pastoring, holding meetings or whatever form of ministry because of pressures, financial, marital or personal issues, but know that God uses these pressures to bring out His best in us.
Apostle Paul says; we are pressed on every side but not crushed, cast down but not destroyed. The promise always comes after the process.
From Kathryn’s example, We have learnt that no one is far too gone, no one is out of God’s use, and instead of driving the word of God against people that are under pressure, let’s help them heal. Let’s get them back on track. Handle that brother or sister with care. God does not just want some individual spiritual giants, He wants to build His body! God is not just interested in your denomination, He wants to build His Church!
HER LAST MEETING....
As everyone left the auditorium, Kathryn walked quietly to the end of the stage. She raised her head and slowly scanned the balcony, as if she was gazing at every seat. It seemed like an eternity. Then, Kathryn dropped her gaze to the second balcony, following every row and every seat with her eyes. Then, she looked at the ground floor, studying every seat.35
We can only imagine what was going through Kathryn's mind, the memories, the victories, the healings, the laughter, and the tears. Was it possible that Kathryn knew she would never return to the platform? Was it possible that, at that moment, she said good-bye to her earthly ministry?
In just a little over three weeks from that November date, Kathryn passed on into glory in the Hillcrest Medical Center of Tulsa, Oklahoma, after open-heart surgery.
#GodsGenerals #kathrynkuhlman #ministry
#love #jesuslovesyou
Oh my God ..this is a church in Congo 😭😭.
May God have mercy on us ..who seek comfortability than God.
This are people it regardless of the building and it's raining they are on their knees praying and worshipping God in a sanctuary.