Post 78 The Resurrection of Lazarus
And when Jesus had thus prayed, he cried out with a loud voice, “Lazarus, come forth!”
And in just twelve seconds of earth time the hitherto lifeless form of Lazarus began to move.
Read the full account in THE URANTIA BOOK - Paper 168
A Faithful Father in the Faith at 85
On behalf of my family, I join millions of believers and well-wishers across the world in celebrating your 85th birthday, Papa Kumuyi.
For decades, you have exemplified integrity, humility, discipline, and unwavering commitment to the Gospel. Through your teachings, leadership, and personal example, you have inspired and transformed countless lives across generations and nations.
As you mark this milestone, I pray that Almighty God grants you continued good health, renewed strength, and greater wisdom to keep impacting lives and advancing His Kingdom.
Happy 85th Birthday, Papa Kumuyi. May your light continue to shine brightly. -PO
It’s 22 days since Borno kids were kidnapped
It’s 22 days since Borno kids were kidnapped
It’s 22 days since Borno kids were kidnapped
It’s 22 days since Borno kids were kidnapped
It’s 22 days since Borno kids were kidnapped
WHY ARE THE CHILDREN STILL IN CAPTIVITY?
@udemeAkpan01 Your niece scored 300 and added the above innit😭..
Now you have a story to tell as a big uncle.
- "The promise I made to my niece that shook me"
😂😂
Only shoes, torn clothing, and bloodstains remained on the ground.
Moments earlier, 15 unarmed Christians had been gathered peacefully under a tree near Jos, Plateau State. It was a quiet Sunday evening. Women sat together braiding hair. Children cracked groundnuts and played nearby. Elderly men and women enjoyed the company of family and neighbors in the open compound.
It was an ordinary evening filled with laughter, conversations, and simple moments that many of us take for granted.
Then terrorists opened fire.
In an instant, joy turned to horror.
The laughter of children became cries for help. Families were torn apart. Mothers fell beside their children. Elderly people who could barely run found themselves trapped in unimaginable terror.
When the gunfire finally stopped, eight innocent Christians were dead.
Seven others were left wounded.
The tree that had provided shade for fellowship became a witness to tragedy. The ground was covered with abandoned shoes, scattered clothing, and the blood of people whose only crime was gathering peacefully with their loved ones.
Some families would return home that night carrying unbearable grief. Some children would spend the night asking questions that no one could answer. Some survivors would wake up the next morning wishing they could hear the voices of those they had lost just one more time.
Behind every bloodstain is a human life.
Behind every abandoned shoe is a mother, a father, a child, or a grandparent whose story was forever changed.
Please remember them in your prayers.
Please do not let their pain be forgotten.
@Wizarab10 "This is why you need to cohabitate." Now you saw a video of a lady that someone has cohabitated with, you feel irritated.
For those of you calling him a SIMP, I hope you now have reasons to steer clear of PREMARITAL SEX.