'Seun

['Seun @sabimson]

How are they cancelling that???

['Seun @sabimson]

Sit. Walk. Stand.
Watchman Nee

[Ochuko Ikogho @ochukoikogho]

If you’re preaching anything other than this, you’re preaching a different message.

['Seun @sabimson]

@0hammiri What does love in its actual form mean here? I'd appreciate the clarity.

['Seun @sabimson]

Awwww🥺🥺

[Deeper Life Bible Church @dclmhq]

Bro Gbile Akanni (the founder of Living Seed Ministry, Peace House, Gboko) was in attendance at the Global Crusade with Pastor (Dr.) W. F. Kumuyi at Gboko as we experience BREAKING THE YOKE THROUGH CHRIST.
See below picture moments when he addressed the congregation.

Stream GCKinGboko at:
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#GCK
#GlobalCrusadeWithKumuyi
#GCKinGboko
#PastorKumuyiinGboko

['Seun @sabimson]

Saka's legs are gone.

['Seun @sabimson]

I know it's not enough to judge intentions from passing moments. I was however troubled not only by the answer but the applause that followed it. It sounded less like the relief of people discovering the greatness of God's grace and more like the excitement of people who had just found a loophole. Every preacher bears the responsibility not only of saying what is biblically true but of saying it in a way that leaves the weight of God's holiness intact. A sermon can be doctrinally defensible and pastorally careless if the lasting impression it leaves is that sin is less serious than Scripture presents it.

The New Testament never sets God's grace against God's call to holiness. The same Christ who said, "Neither do I condemn you," also said, "Go and sin no more." The same apostles who proclaimed justification by faith also filled their letters with warnings against immorality, deception, and falling away. Grace is not permission to flirt with sin. We know it is the power to forsake it. If our explanation of eternal security produces applause for the possibility of indulging the flesh rather than gratitude that leads to repentance, then we should ask whether we have communicated the whole counsel of God.

The gospel gives assurance to the broken who are fighting sin, not confidence to those who are making peace with it. That is why those who handle God's Word must labour to preserve both the comfort of grace and the fear of the Lord. When either is preached without the other, the church is left with a distorted picture of God—either a Judge without mercy or a Father without holiness. Scripture presents Him as neither. He is both infinitely gracious and perfectly holy, and faithful preaching must leave people in awe of both.

[ChurchBoy @Faladynamite]

"Once Saved is forever saved"

They need to lay legs on you actually...

['Seun @sabimson]

......

So every time these old debates resurface and people ask me, "Is once saved forever saved?" I reply with scriptures and resolve no tension. Nowhere does Jesus or the Apostles casually make such statement.

So, hear me:

The believer's security is not in an irreversible past experience but in a present relationship with the living Christ. As long as one abides in Christ by faith, one enjoys the full assurance of eternal life. God is completely able and willing to preserve His people, but He does not nullify the freedom by which they continue to trust, obey, and abide. The warnings against apostasy are therefore genuine means by which God calls His people to persevere, not empty threats or contradictions of His promises.

Selah!

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[CCAMH, Unibadan @ccamhibadan]

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['Seun @sabimson]

i am one whose hour has come

i have eaten from seasons that never ripened
watered dry ground and called it faith
knocked on doors until my knuckles learned the shape of wood
stood beneath windows lit for others and watched the curtains close

i am the one whose voice has returned

for years it lived at the bottom of my throat
like a bird trapped inside a chimney
beating its wings against soot and darkness
waiting for a sky large enough to carry it

i am the one whose hands have remembered abundance

these are the same hands that counted coins twice
the same hands that folded rejection letters into smaller and smaller squares
the same hands that held promises that dissolved like salt in rain

i am the one whose shadows have loosened their grip

i have walked through nights that wore my name
slept beside loneliness so often it became furniture
watched friendships leave like birds before a storm
and stood in the dust they left behind

i have loved people who could not stay

left portions of my heart in cities i no longer visit
in conversations that ended too soon
in doorways where no one turned back

i was the man standing at the edge of photographs
present but not seen

the man carrying water for gardens that never bore his name

the man whose pockets knew the shape of emptiness

the man who became so familiar with surviving
he forgot what living sounded like

but morning is a stubborn thing

it kept laying gold across my windowsill

even when i refused to look

and the seed buried deepest in the earth
is not buried because it is forgotten

it is buried because it is becoming

so look at me now

with dust still on my shoes
with scars that have not learned to disappear
with a heart stitched together by its own hands

look at me now

i am the one whose hour has come

the one who carried winter in his bones
and still learned the language of spring

the one who disappeared into the valley
and returned with a song

the one they mistook for a fading flame
who was gathering fire

i am the one whose season has opened

i am the one whose name is being called

i am the one whose time has arrived

https://t.co/EJVgkupVYs

['Seun @sabimson]

why do you think the world is against you?

is there something special about your smile
that lurks in the shadows of your lovely face
that makes the sun delay its rising
until your eyes are awake?

why do you think only your voice should be heard?

is there something special about your words
that lurks in the roots of your restless tongue
that makes every silence a crime
and every other song a lesser tune?

why do you think love must stand still at your presence?

is there something special about your beauty
that lurks in the radiance of your fragile frame
that makes every heart a captive
and every affection your rightful due?

why do you think laughter belongs to you alone?

is there something sacred in your joy
that lurks in the corners of your fleeting delight
that makes another's happiness an intrusion
upon your carefully guarded stage?

why do you think life revolves around your orbit?

did the stars seek your permission to shine?
did the oceans ask your leave to roar?
did the wind consult your desires
before wandering where it pleased?

you are beautiful, yes
but so are fields no one names

you are gifted, yes
but rivers flow without applause

you are loved, yes
but love is not a throne

the world was turning before you arrived
and it will keep turning long after

so loosen your grip on the centre
step gently from the pedestal

for humility is not thinking less of yourself

it is remembering
that you are not the measure
of all things

[CCAMH, Unibadan @ccamhibadan]

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[CCAMH, Unibadan @ccamhibadan]

Earlier today, our Communications and Research Uptake Manager at the Centre for Child and Adolescent Mental Health (CCAMH), @sabimson , presented a paper at the ongoing Yale–Edinburgh Conference on World Christianity and the History of Mission...

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['Seun @sabimson]

I think the FIFA President has to go after this. Total shambles!

['Seun @sabimson]

@Mochievous Tell me more, Moe.

['Seun @sabimson]

Just a quick one for @Arsenal fans

Indulge the banter halfheartedly. It's part of football.

But don't give a second thought to fans whose clubs are enmeshed in mediocrity and mid-table irrelevance, and who have spent the season living vicariously through the fortunes of other clubs because their own campaigns offered little to celebrate. There are many ways to play a game of football. Personally, I prefer the free-flowing football of Wenger's heyday and the exhilarating football of the 2022/23 Arsenal side. But football is ultimately about game plans, execution, and results. Arteta came with a plan, and Arsenal executed it remarkably well.

For over 120 minutes, PSG dominated possession but were largely restricted to passing sideways, backwards, and around the pitch with very limited penetration or incisiveness. They struggled to create clear openings and did not even score from open play. Arsenal's defensive structure, organisation, and discipline were outstanding. So, no, Arsenal did not "bottle" the final. They reached the biggest club match in world football and lost on penalties after a fiercely contested contest. Sometimes football comes down to the finest of margins.

The hate-watch from some rival fans says more about them than it does about Arsenal. When a fan's greatest joy comes from another club's disappointment, it often reflects the reality that their own club has become an afterthought in the conversations that matter. This is our moment. Not because we won the trophy, but because Arsenal are back competing at the highest level of European football. The foundation is there. Strengthen the squad, learn the lessons, and build on this.

The future remains bright.

Up the Arsenal. COYG!!!!!

['Seun @sabimson]

I support this and every Nigerian should have no problem with this. Our leaders are too comfortable with the misnomer going on. Political kidnapping of anyone, let alone children, should NEVER be tolerated. Shut the country down!

[Omoyele Sowore @sowore]

If Bola Ahmed Tinubu @officialABAT and his service chiefs fail to track down and secure the release of the abducted Oyo schoolchildren and other kidnapped people, we will have no choice but to occupy Aso Rock Villa this week!

['Seun @sabimson]

@Chukaononye @Arsenal Thanks, lol

['Seun @sabimson]

Extalgia and the @Arsenal Renaissance
The Trauma of the Left-Behind and the Journey to Cultural Rebirth

One of my earliest memories of supporting Arsenal was watching the famed Nwankwo Kanu hat-trick heroism at Stamford Bridge, with that incredible Martin Tyler commentary spiralling into something close to disbelief: "It's Kanu, what's he going to do? OH! KAN-U BELIEVE IT! He's flattened Chelsea! He's hit a hat-trick at the Stamford Bridge!" Oh yes, I believed it. And I have since been a believer, in the way one believes in things that exceed rational explanation, the way faith works in the body before the mind has had time to object.

As an undergraduate student at the University of Ibadan between 2006 and 2010, I often found my way to any male hostel where I could watch Arsenal matches if my own hall, Mellanby Hall, disappointed. I was discreet about it. In those years, banter culture was metastasising across Nigerian campuses with the ferocity of a bush fire, and I would equivocate whenever friends who supported Manchester United, Barcelona, Real Madrid or the traditional big clubs caught me watching. I would say, tamely, almost apologetically, "Oh, I don't support Arsenal. I just love watching good football."

It was the half-truth of a man who has not yet found the courage to say the whole thing out loud.

When I could no longer hold it in, I became public. And then came the more interesting question, one I am still answering: what does a young Nigerian in the hallowed halls of the University of Ibadan, learning about decolonisation and the afterlives of empire, do supporting a football club in North London that is almost certainly unaware of his existence? I cannot lie. I was emotionally invested, and I still am. I cannot quite pinpoint the origin of it with surgical precision. But it might be something close to what Mikel Arteta now says about the club with the fervour of a man describing a religion: it is the culture. Arsenal was the club that took black representation seriously at a time when British football was still sorting out its relationship with race. It was the club where Papilo, Nwankwo Kanu, one of my childhood heroes, played. It was the club that gave us Dennis Bergkamp's impossible geometry, Thierry Henry's liquid grace, Cesc Fàbregas's precocious intelligence, Patrick Vieira's titanic authority, Robert Pires's languid brilliance, Freddie Ljungberg's relentless precision, Gilberto Silva's understated mastery, Sol Campbell's uncommon stillness and many more. It is a club deeply invested in community and in the core ideals of belonging, artistic expression, and progressive social responsibility, all of which are values I share in my life.

There was nothing not to love about football that felt, in those years, like it was being played at a frequency the rest of the world had not yet discovered.

That emotional history became both the greatest gift and the greatest wound when the club lost its way. The gift was belonging, even from a distance. The wound was that distance itself, and the particular grief of watching something you love disintegrate from across an ocean, unable to do anything but watch, and feel, and carry it.

I was recently thinking about what this means in the context of Professor Senayon Olaoluwa's theorisation of the concept of extalgia. My reflection here is not a rigid fidelity to every contour of the concept, but rather a more fugitive application of it to the extraordinary transformation of Arsenal Football Club in recent years, regardless of whether they lift the Champions League trophy in Budapest or not. Some transformations matter because of what they reveal about the nature of survival and return, and this is one of them.

Read here: https://t.co/RCR97FkDwh