Glory to God alone for a wonderful time at UPPER ROOM LONDON last night!
No words!! God be praised forever!
The song in the background says it all!!!
Can I have 1000 people write and say THANK YOU JESUS in the comment🙏🏻
Year 35!
I step into the fullness of all God has destined for me.
I step into it in all its power.
I do everything God has called me to do.
With audacity, with finesse, and always, always by the Spirit.
Happy Birthday to me!
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My American colleagues laughed when I brought jollof rice to the office potluck.
I was the only Nigerian in a team of 25 in California. Someone whispered
“Is that spicy ketchup rice?”
I smiled and kept quiet, but inside I was embarrassed.
By lunchtime the entire tray was gone.
People kept coming back for seconds, asking for the recipe, and one girl said
“This is better than my grandma’s jambalaya!”
My boss even joked that we should make it a monthly thing.
That day taught me something powerful… what feels too different or too much in our culture is often what people love most about us.
Stop shrinking your flavor to fit in.
Let me be honest. The story of Moses and the rock used to mean nothing to me as a Muslim.
The people are dying of thirst in the desert.
God tells Moses to strike a rock, and water pours out to save them. Exodus 17.
Cool miracle. Moving on. That’s how I read it.
Then I read what Paul wrote about it.
“They drank from the spiritual Rock that followed them, and that Rock was Christ.” 1 Corinthians 10:4.
The rock was struck once, and life poured out for everyone dying.
But here’s the part that wrecked me.
Later, the people are thirsty AGAIN. And this time God says don’t strike it — just speak to it. Numbers 20:8.
Moses strikes it anyway. And God is furious. It costs Moses the Promised Land.
Why such a harsh punishment over hitting a rock twice?
Because the Rock is only ever struck ONCE.
Christ was struck one time for sin. After that, you don’t strike Him again. You just speak to Him.
Moses broke the picture before anyone understood it.
Islam handed me a water miracle.
The Bible handed me the Rock that was struck so I’d never thirst again.
What someone else did by revelation you may attempt the same through "strategy" by copying, but it always will fall flat.
It will lack divine presence. You will find out it is not of him that runneth nor willeth but by God who showeth mercy.
Obedience is better than sacrifice and he will rather have mercy than sacrifice.
It will lack the finger of God that drives things beyond what and where you can reach. That which is born of the Spirit is spirit but that which is born of the flesh is flesh.
They may look alike externally but impact wise they will be miles apart. One is by grace the other through effort.
Pray to find your own path and run the race that is set before you.
There was this young man at the barber’s arguing about Christianity’s history in Nigeria, and the authenticity of the Bible.
His question was “Christianity was made up.”
Starting at the beginning friends, and in a way I haven’t before, I walked him through the tenets of the Christian faith and why it’s unlike anything he has heard before.
In the end, I left the store with hair I still needed to cut, so I have to go back obviously, but I have a new friend who is extremely curious about the faith.
I left him with a few hard questions about the faith to wrestle with and a few resources. The most important being: There’s no other faith that claims that God has done your life, died for your offense, given you his righteousness forever, and resurrected.
I hope he wrestles forthrightly with the God that becomes flesh,
hopefully with a limp to show.
Written by @MatAshimolowo .official
WE WILL NOT BE SILENT
A Celebration of Pastor Enoch Adejare Adeboye
There comes a time when silence becomes ingratitude.
There comes a time when honour becomes a sacred duty.
There comes a time when sons and daughters must rise to celebrate the gifts that God has given to a generation.
This is such a time.
We refuse to be silent while men and women of eternal significance are reduced to headlines, controversies, and social media trends.
We refuse to stand by while those who have sacrificed decades in service to God and humanity are casually criticized by people who have built nothing, fathered nobody, planted no churches, and transformed no nations.
The sons and daughters of prophets must never be silent while cheap publicity seekers use great men as instruments for attention.
A generation that does not honour its fathers has no future.
A people who cannot recognize greatness in their midst will eventually suffer the tragedy of its absence.
Pastor Enoch Adejare Adeboye is not merely a church leader.
He is not merely a denomination head.
He is not merely a respected minister.
He is one of the most significant Christian leaders of our generation and one of the greatest spiritual gifts God has given to Africa and the global Church.
We should never allow a man who chose humility to become the chewing stick of the uninformed.
We should never permit the noise of critics to drown out the voice of history.
We should never watch while modern-day Sauls seek to intimidate, discredit, or silence God's servants.
Scripture records how King Saul pursued David.
Scripture records how Doeg the Edomite became an instrument of destruction against the priests of God.
Throughout history, political power has often sought to suppress prophetic voices.
Yet God has always preserved His servants and vindicated His purpose.
The Church must never become indifferent when its fathers are unfairly attacked.
Nor should we wait until our prophets cross into eternity before we begin to celebrate them.
Too often, flowers are sent to funerals when they should have been delivered while the recipient was still alive.
This is why Christianity is different from every other religion. Every other religion is man trying to work his way towards God. Christianity is “God did the work for you, do you believe?”
Scientists took molecules from a traumatized father's sperm, injected them into a healthy egg, and watched the offspring grow up anxious and depressed. The father never touched them. His sperm chemistry did.
Inside every sperm, next to the genes, sits a second layer of information. Think of genes as the text of a book. The second layer is the highlighting, the sticky notes, the margin marks telling the cell which parts to read loudly and which to skip. Stress rewrites those marks. The original text stays the same.
A 2025 University of Turku study tracked 55 Finnish men and found that those with high childhood abuse scores had 68 of those molecules behaving differently than men who hadn't been abused. Several of the changed molecules shape how a baby's brain forms. One brain-building molecule in particular kept showing up reliably lower in traumatized men's sperm. That same result had appeared in a separate human study before Finland's data even arrived. Two teams, two countries, same molecule, same direction.
These men were in their late 30s and early 40s when they gave sperm samples. Their childhoods had ended 25 to 35 years earlier. A Harvard and University of British Columbia study found that one gene section tied to brain and nerve function showed a 29% behavioral difference between abused and non-abused men's sperm. Both findings survived checks for smoking, drinking, weight, and age. The body apparently keeps records of childhood long after the conscious mind has moved on.
The reason the experiment works: these molecules don't disappear at fertilization. They travel into the early embryo and begin shaping which genes switch on, at a moment when the embryo is still just a handful of cells, too small to see without a microscope. The father's history of stress arrives in the embryo before it has a nervous system to feel anything.
The same pathway carries good things too. A 2025 Cell Metabolism study found that fathers who exercise regularly put different molecules into their sperm. Offspring of exercising mice outran their peers with less fatigue. The same molecules were at higher levels in the sperm of men who exercise. Health moves through this channel as well.
In mice, the effect didn't stop at the children. About 11% of the molecular changes from a stressed father appeared in grandchildren. By the third generation, it had fallen below 1%, but it was still there.
Three separate human studies. Same molecular signature. Same direction. Proving causation in humans requires the kind of controlled injection experiments that so far have only been done in mice. But three teams in three different places landing on the same result isn't coincidence.
One year ago, Fulani Islamic terrorists stormed Yelwata, Nigeria, slaughtering more than 200 Christians.
Most were women and children sheltering at a local Catholic mission.
Today, we remember the martyrs. The world must not forget the Christian genocide in Nigeria.
As an Ex-Muslim turned Christian, you know what's twisting my mind right now?
The Prodigal Son wasn't just a story about two brothers.
It was a story about humanity.
Specifically, it is about Jews and Muslims.
One son stayed close and became self-righteous.
One son ran far and became broken.
Both needed the Father, deeply.
The older brother reminds me of those who stayed near the house but became bitter when grace was extended to others: Jews.
The younger brother reminds me of every person who wandered, searched, failed, and finally came home: Muslims.
What does the Father do?
He runs, embraces, restores and celebrates the returning son.
No probation period, no earning your way back: Just total grace.
That's what makes the Gospel so powerful. The Father isn't looking for perfect sons.
He's looking for sons who come home.
The story was never about rule breakers versus rule keepers: It was about a Father inviting both to the table.
The rebel and the religious.
The far off, the near: They have the same Father and the same invitation.
They have the same open door, and the celebration isn't complete until the whole family is home.
God's Word never ceases to amaze me.
Thank you, Jesus! Amen! Have a great weekend.