I was born with sickle cell disease.
I had Crisis after crisis, constant pain, multiple organ damage by age 28. Doctors said I wouldn’t see 35.
During one brutal episode, I prayed like never before while hooked up to morphine. The pain vanished overnight.
Follow up tests showed my hemoglobin was normal. No sickle cells. Geneticists ran every test, markers for the disease had disappeared. I haven’t had a crisis in 4 years.
My hematologist calls me the walking miracle file.
You have to believe that there is God.
Perhaps it is time we give credit as much as we criticize.
I have been very critical of the institutional church bodies in Nigeria.
But lately, PFN Youth, under this man's leadership, has started doing the very things we complained they were not doing.
The AGO's message, which we all lauded, came from the conference PFN Youth organized.
The conference was held in Abuja. I do not need to tell you what that costs.
It runs into millions.
But the cost is not even the main thing. The impact is.
Now I saw him standing behind Pastor Yemi Davids, leading a protest regarding the killings of Christians in Nigeria.
Again, that is no small thing to do, considering the kind of socio-political relationship the church has historically had with the government in this nation.
I am saying that if we were critical, and still are, then we should also give massive credit and massive support when our representatives are doing the right things.
Well done, Apostle Immanuel Iren.
And well done to PFN Youth too.
You have our support.
Artemis II pilot Victor Glover on his safe return:
"I wanted to thank God in public, and I want to thank God again, because even bigger than my challenge trying to describe what we went through, the gratitude of seeing what we saw, doing what we did, and being with who I was with, it's too big to just be in one body."
God could have raised Jesus from the dead in 30 seconds.
He is sovereign over time. Christ could have satisfied divine justice, breathed his last, and walked out of that tomb within the hour.
The stone could have rolled away on Friday evening. There was no cosmic constraint forcing a three-day wait. God chose the silence. And that choice is itself a sermon.
We so easily skip to Sunday because we’re a culture of spoilers. We treat Saturday like a commercial break. But to the disciples, it wasn't "Holy Saturday." It was just silence. It felt like the end.
The tomb was sealed. The guards were posted. The disciples were scattered and weeping. From every observable angle, the story was over. Saturday was not dramatic, it was just quiet. And that silence felt like the verdict.
But God’s silence is never his absence.
This is one of his most consistent signatures across Scripture. Joseph rotted in an Egyptian prison for years between the dream and the throne.
Israel spent four centuries under Pharaoh’s whip between the covenant and the exodus.
Lazarus lay four days dead while Jesus, who had heard the news and deliberately waited, finally arrived to a grieving family asking why he had not come sooner.
The pattern is unbroken, God operates in the gap between promise and fulfillment, and that gap while appearing like inactivity, is actually just invisibility.
The three day wait was not a concession to time, it was a proclamation through time. In the ancient world, day three was the threshold of undeniable death. A 30-second resurrection looks like a medical fluke. A day-three resurrection slams the door. It proves the grave was truly locked before God kicked it open.
And the timing was prophetic to the letter, the sign of Jonah, the temple rebuilt in three days, Isaiah’s suffering servant assigned a grave. God does not cancel his own word. He fulfills it down to the schedule.
Interestingly, the disciples did not know Sunday was coming. They lived Saturday as though it were permanent.
Friday seemed like the final act to them. And that is exactly where many of us are right now. You received a word, a promise, a vision and then everything went quiet. You are living in Saturday, and Saturday feels like the story is over.
It is not over.
God’s activity and God’s visibility are not the same thing. What looks like a sealed tomb from the outside can be, from eternity’s vantage point, the most active moment in the history of your life. The enemy’s most determined act of sealing always becomes God’s most glorious setup for opening. The silence is not the verdict, it is gestation.
The waiting of Saturday has a shape. The silence has a purpose. And when God breaks it, He doesn’t just answer your question, He swallows it whole.
Sunday is coming. Hold on through Saturday.
The veil tore from top to bottom. His sacrifice gave us all direct access to the presence of God. No more barrier, no more middleman. Christ has brought us directly to the father. We are one spirit with God. Halleluyah!! Thank you Jesus! ❤️😭
i had the most beautiful thing at night. I was having a c-section. Immediately the baby was brought out, the father just started pouring scriptures on the baby... non stop.
I was elated and glad at the same time to see a young white guy pray like that. He even preached to me!
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