Dear ADEMI,
There are Journeys a man can never survive alone.
There are Callings too heavy for one soul to carry without The LORD sending Help clothed in Flesh.
And in the hidden Wisdom of GOD, when HE decided that this little boy from OGBOMOSO would carry burdens beyond himself, HE brought Me to You.
Not Just as a Wife, but as Rest after Warfare.
As Warmth in Cold Seasons. As Strength in days when the weight of the Calling became too loud for words.
Many people see the Oil. Many hear the Messages.
Many celebrate the Grace. But only You know the Cost.
You have seen the nights when prayers stretched till dawn. You have watched burdens sit silently upon my shoulders while the world thought strength meant absence of weakness. You have stayed beside a man consumed by Visions, Callings, and the dealings of GOD.
And yet, you never withdrew your Love.
You stayed.
You loved Me in seasons where ministry left little room for softness. You understood the language of silence when words became too weak for the burdens carried within. You stood beside Me while Heaven forged dimensions within this house.
ADEMI, you are one of GOD’s greatest kindnesses to My Life.
There are days the sound of your voice brought peace to storms raging within Me.
There are moments your presence alone became a prophecy that I would not fail.
You are not just the woman beside the Apostle. You are part of the reason the Apostle still stands.
The lamps burning in this Commission have survived many winds, and GOD used your prayers, your tears, your patience, and your loyalty to preserve this Fire.
Who can truly measure the labour of a good Wife?
To love a man whose heart is constantly pulled toward Eternity… To share him with Nations, with Burdens, with Prayers, with people…
And still keep loving him deeply without complaint.
This is no ordinary Strength.
Today, as Heaven witnesses another year added to your Life, I bless GOD for the day HE brought You into My Journey.
Thank You for being Home to Me. Thank You for carrying this Vision with Me. Thank You for every whispered prayer over My head while I slept.
Thank You for being softness in a hard generation.
Thank You for remaining True.
Happy Birthday, ADEMI.
May GOD continually adorn your Life with Joy unspeakable.
And may the GOD who joined us together continue to make our Home a dwelling place for His Presence, His Fire, and His Glory.
Many more years with You, My answered Prayer,
My Strength, My Rest, and My Beloved.
With Deep Love and Honour,
Your Husband.
O ministers of the gospel,
don't you know people follow and learn from the way you live your life?
Paul speaking he said "imitate me as i imitate Christ" (1 Corinthians 11:1)
please lets stand against worldliness!!!
#bywhatspirit#fojmediastudio
PASTOR, GO BACK HOME (PART TEN)
Pastor,
You are functioning like an itinerant at home.
This is a call to balance.
It is not about time management.
It is about the misrepresentation of priesthood.
It is about the betrayal of GOD’s divine order.
It is about treating an altar GOD Himself established as optional.
PASTOR, GOD HAS BEEN REVIEWING YOUR JOURNEY.
Your exploits are many.
Your travels are known.
Your impact is real.
But the LORD searched for a record of your priesthood at home
And the scroll was thin.
He found testimonies from nations,
But only silence from your children.
He found records of conferences,
But absence of covenant fulfillment in your marriage.
He found crusades and healings,
But could not find any in your home.
And the SPIRIT began to ask...
YOUR ABSENCE IS NOT A MISTAKE.
IT IS A VIOLATION.
You say, “My wife understands the call”
As an excuse.
You say, “My children will learn by watching me serve GOD”
But that is not the model.
GOD never asked your children to grow up as orphans of revival.
You say, “I was building the Kingdom”
But what kind of Kingdom begins with the collapse of a covenant?
THE STANDARDS FOR SHEPHERDS ARE DIFFERENT.
You are not just a man of GOD.
You are a husband.
You are a father.
You are a model of GOD’s government.
“He must rule his own house well...”
(1 Timothy 3:4)
Yes,
The meetings are powerful.
The invitations are increasing.
The offerings are abundant.
But the condition of your home is bad.
THE QUESTIONS WILL BE ASKED.
He will ask:
“Did you love the woman I gave you sacrificially?”
“Did your children inherit the calling or resentment?”
“Did your house host My Presence or just your church?”
“Were you faithful… in what was first?”
SO HERE IS THE SUMMONS: RETURN.
Not for damage control.
Not for temporary rest.
Not to buy gifts or stage a devotion.
Return...
Return as priest.
Return as the man.
Return — before your house testifies against you.
Because Pastor,
If the GOD you preach does not live in your house —
Then your ministry is not true.
Your calling is incomplete.
PASTOR, BE CAREFUL.
You are not failing because the church isn’t growing.
You are failing because the people who share your last name
Are dying silently.
You are not disqualified because of immorality.
You are disqualified because of neglect.
If your wife is abandoned,
If your children are left fatherless,
If your home is dry while your sermons are fresh...
Then there is a big problem.
PASTOR, GO BACK HOME.
While there is still time.
Before your absence becomes their identity.
Go back home
Because what you build in secret
Is what GOD weighs in public.
Pastor, go back home.
PASTOR, ARE YOU PURE? ( PART SEVEN) …
I am afraid for you.
Because your gift still flows,
But your well is polluted.
You still prophesy…
But your eyes are no longer clean.
You still preach…
But your hands are no longer washed.
There was a time when purity mattered to you.
Not the one that makes you careful in public,
But the one that made you tremble in secret.
You once repented quickly.
Now you explain everything away.
You once mourned when you fell.
You once feared grieving the Holy Spirit.
Now you only fear screenshots and blogs.
And the most terrifying part?
The people can’t tell.
They still clap.
They still give.
They still testify.
But in the Spirit
There is a stench.
Because sin doesn’t always stop your ministry.
Sometimes, it just silences your spirit,
Until you are ministering from memory,
Not from flame.
“Be ye clean, that bear the vessels of the Lord.” (Isaiah 52:11)
But you, you now bear vessels with dirty hands.
You host meetings while hiding addictions.
You teach consecration while negotiating with compromise.
You lay hands on others,
While refusing to lay the knife on your own flesh.
And still, your platform grows.
Because this generation does not know how to discern weight.
They don’t know when the glory has left.
They don’t know that you are now Ichabod in the Spirit
Still invited… but no longer endorsed.
Oh Pastor, be careful.
There is a way to fake holiness with language.
To replace purity with deep teaching.
To use revelation as a smokescreen for rebellion.
To speak of altars, portals and dimensions while sleeping with different women.
“Having a form of godliness, but denying the power…” (2 Timothy 3:5)
And the first power you lose… is the power to break before God.
If you can no longer mourn when you sin,
You are no longer safe with a microphone.
If you can no longer hear Him when He grieves,
You are no longer fit to speak for Him.
PASTOR, BE CAREFUL.
Judgment will not delay forever.
He is still coming for a Bride without spot.
Not a preacher without scandal.
The Life & Legacy of Mama Ruth Elton (1933–2025)
Ruth Elton died yesterday at 91 in her home in Ilesa in Osun.
Her story is one of rare devotion, coming to Nigeria as a child in 1937 & never really leaving.
She gave up citizenship, comfort, and family to make Nigeria her home.
You see, ehn, this life is funny. I lived next door to this fine guy for a couple of years, but make I no lie, I didn’t even send him like that. He was just one of those fine boys you see once in a while when you’re rushing out with a scarf on your head and no cream on your legs
@SpiricocoNg My question now is Why didn't this boy "Peller" go to meet someone like Theophilus Sunday?
I've said it before and I'll say it again IF YOU'RE A CHRISTIAN AND THE WORLD IS STILL IDENTIFYING WITH YOU
CHECK YOUR LIFE,You still have a touch of "Compromise"
Don’t miss out and lose touch with life.
The table is set.
Don’t fail to appear and partake of what is yours.
See you at Charis Conference 2025 TOMORROW.