ibrahim Dogon-Yaro

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[Shahriq Khan @RealShahriqKhan]

Here’s a detail the Quran borrowed from Jewish folklore — and got attached to the wrong man.

Surah 5:31: after Cain kills Abel, God sends a RAVEN to scratch the ground and teach Cain how to bury his brother.

Open Genesis 4. No raven. No burial lesson. Just God saying, “Your brother’s blood cries to Me from the ground.” Genesis 4:10. Then Cain is cursed and exiled.

The raven comes from Jewish midrash (Tanhuma; later Pirke de-Rabbi Eliezer).

But here’s the tell: in the ORIGINAL Jewish legend, the raven teaches ADAM how to bury his son — not Cain.

In the Quran, the vivid image survived but got pinned to the wrong character.

That’s not how a source behaves. That’s how a story drifts when it’s retold mouth to mouth — the picture survives, the details slip.

The Bible keeps it clean: no folklore, just a murder and blood crying from the ground.

And that detail is the whole point. Abel’s blood cried for VENGEANCE.

But the New Testament says we’ve come “to the sprinkled blood that speaks a better word than the blood of Abel.” Hebrews 12:24.

Check out the theology now too… Abel’s blood screamed for justice.

Jesus’ blood speaks mercy over the guilty.

The Bible didn’t need the raven. It had the better blood.

The Blood of our Lord, Jesus Christ to give us eternal life. Hallelujah.

[Shahriq Khan @RealShahriqKhan]

You know what shook me when I was Muslim?

The story of Hosea. God tells a prophet to marry a woman He knows will betray him.

She does. She runs to other men. She ends up enslaved, sold, used up, worthless to the world.

And God tells Hosea to go BUY HER BACK.

To pay money for his own wife who cheated on him, and love her again. Hosea 3.

I thought it was the most humiliating command in the Bible. Why would any man do that?

Then I realized I was the wife.

I gave my heart to everything but God. I chased other masters. I sold myself cheap. I made myself worthless.

And God looked at me, the betrayer, and didn’t say “you’re not worth it.”

He said, “Name the price. I’m buying her back.”

That’s the Gospel. God doesn’t wait for the unfaithful to come crawling back clean.

He pays to redeem them while they’re still dirty.

Islam told me to make myself worthy of God.

Hosea showed me a God who pays to redeem the unworthy.

The cross was Him naming the price.

Praise the Lord.

[Oby Ezekwesili @obyezeks]

The Word.

Was recently asked by a young woman if I ever face moments that try my resilience and what I do.

My response to her hard but thoughtful question was that I do and usually would look to a scripture for guidance in those moments for strength to keep it moving.

Philippians 3v13-14 is golden for me:

13 Brethren, I count not myself to have apprehended: but this one thing I do, forgetting those things which are behind, and reaching forth unto those things which are before,
14 I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus

I find strength in The Word.
Always. ✍🏾✍🏾✍🏾

[Gbenga Samuel-Wemimo @GbengaWemimo]

One of the saddest sentences I’ve heard from someone in a long marriage wasn’t “I don’t love you anymore.”

It was, “I just don’t tell her things now.”

No affair. No explosive argument.

From the outside, the marriage looked steady.

Friends assumed everything was fine.

Somewhere along the way, home had stopped feeling like the safest place to bring his whole self.

Trust is like a bridge you cross every day. One missing bolt doesn’t make it collapse, and neither does the second. People keep walking because the bridge still looks solid. Then, almost without noticing, they begin crossing more carefully than they used to.

[Pastor Rich Bitterman @w_bitterman]

The Cross Still Offends

The bullet tore the air in half.

A folding chair rattled. A Bible dropped. A young man slumped sideways beneath a white event tent, eyes wide with the weight of eternity.

It was supposed to be a conversation. A “prove me wrong” segment. But this time, rebuttal came not with words, but with a rifle.

Charlie Kirk didn’t get to finish his sentence.

I got the news just before prayer meeting. I contemplated this death as I prepared to lead the saints in prayer. But I didn’t feel like praying. Not tonight. My hands were still. My mouth was ready. But my soul was pacing. Angry. Grieving. Tempted.

Tempted to grow quiet.
Tempted to sit this one out.
Tempted to wonder if any of this, faith, boldness, public gospel witness, is still worth it.

Because hatred in this country isn’t simmering anymore. It is boiling.

Europe is trembling. Israel is burning. Rockets lit the sky over Gaza again. And now, here on American soil, the blood of a Christian apologist paints the pavement of a university quad.

What do you do with that?

What do you say when courage gets gunned down in daylight?

Charlie Kirk was no perfect man. None of us are.

But he had backbone where most of us don’t anymore. He was a believer. Unashamed. Unafraid. He understood that real conversations only happen when truth is welcome at the table. And the truth he carried most was Christ.

He brought the gospel into public space on purpose. Because the gospel isn’t supposed to stay in church basements and private Bible studies. It is meant to confront. It is supposed to offend. It was not made for safety.

The Word became flesh and they nailed Him to a tree.

So of course they came for Charlie.

Of course they reached for a gun.

This is what evil does when it runs out of arguments. It doesn’t reason. It kills.

That’s the part that catches in my throat. Not just the sadness, but the strategy of hell behind it.

The Enemy wants us afraid.

He wants us to see what happened to Charlie and backpedal.

He wants the rest of us to whisper, to soften the message, to believe the lie that faith should stay private.

But Christ never whispered.

He preached in temples, on hillsides, in courtrooms, at dinner tables.

And when they told Him to be quiet, He picked up His cross.

Not a symbolic one.
A real one.
Heavy. Bloody. Splintered.

When Jesus said, “Follow Me,” He didn’t hand out maps. He handed out crosses.

That’s what I remembered tonight.

I sat in our prayer space, surrounded by saints who had brought prayer lists and worn Bibles. And I realized I didn’t want to lead them in mourning. I didn’t want to lead them in mourning. I wanted to lead them into battle. Not with banners or fists, but with open Bibles and tear-stained prayers.

The kind of war that kneels in gravel beside the wounded, hands them living water, and refuses to leave. The kind that speaks both mercy and judgment without flinching. The kind Charlie died for.

This world is not a friend to grace. But grace isn’t fragile.

“Who shall separate us from the love of Christ?”

Paul didn’t leave that question unanswered.

“Shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or danger, or sword?”
—Romans 8:35

He piles up every fear you and I carry and then sets them on fire.

“No. In all these things we are more than conquerors.”

That means bullets don’t win. Slander doesn’t win. Prison bars don’t win. Death doesn’t win.

You can lose everything in this world and still walk into glory with your head lifted high. Because the love of God in Christ Jesus isn’t suspended by headlines or gunfire.

There are two worlds unfolding right now.

The one you see.
And the one you don’t.
One is filled with chaos. The other is filled with crowns.

I believe that when Charlie Kirk’s body slumped to the concrete, his soul stood upright in heaven. Not limping. Not silenced. Not stunned. But crowned.
He didn’t fall.
He crossed.

The great cloud of witnesses gained another voice.
And I wonder if Stephen met him there.

The first martyr.

The man who got stoned for preaching what the crowd didn’t want to hear.

The man who, in his final breath, saw the heavens open.
The only time in all of Scripture we see Jesus standing at the right hand of God, rising to receive one of His own.

I like to believe He stood again.

Are you afraid?

Do you feel the tremble in your spirit?

Do you wonder if it’s still worth it to speak boldly, to carry your Bible, to preach the gospel in a world that doesn’t just disagree but wants you gone?

You’re not alone.
You’re not weak for feeling that.
But you are called to something stronger than silence.

Don’t let fear become your theology.

The cost is high. But the reward?

The reward is Christ. And He’s not a concept. He’s a King.
Heaven is not empty.

It is filled with scarred saints who refused to bow to fear.
Men who were stoned.
Women who were burned.
Children who sang while the flames climbed.

And every last one of them arrived.

There is no difficulty that can cancel the promise of God.

There is no persecution that can derail your destination.
There is no sniper’s bullet that can separate a soul from Christ.

Your life is not measured by how long you live on earth, but by how much of it was spent pointing to heaven.

Paul said, “I have fought the good fight… I have kept the faith.”

Then he looked toward the reward.
Not a monument. Not a mention in history books.
But a crown.
Handed to him by the One with nail marks still in His hands.

So let me say this clearly.
We do not mourn like the world mourns.
We do not write eulogies dripping with sentiment.
We sing songs of resurrection.
We carry the banner of a Kingdom that does not tremble.

Charlie Kirk did not die for nothing.

He died carrying the same message you and I must now carry forward.

The cross stands tall.
The tomb is still empty.
And the gospel has not lost one ounce of power.

So pick up your cross.
Wipe your eyes.
And keep going.

The crown is worth it.
The King is coming.
And there’s still time to speak.

Even if they shoot.

Lord, give us courage.
And if not safety, give us joy.
For we carry not just the message, but the marks.
And You are worth every bruise.

[ibrahim Dogon-Yaro @skenzibrahim]

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[ibrahim Dogon-Yaro @skenzibrahim]

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[ibrahim Dogon-Yaro @skenzibrahim]

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[ibrahim Dogon-Yaro @skenzibrahim]

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[Fabrizio Romano @FabrizioRomano]

🔴🇳🇬 Ibrahim Hafiz Umar signs a four year deal as new Stade Reims player after trial period at Chelsea came to an end.

The player of Ojodu City Academy makes a move to France, all signed.

[ibrahim Dogon-Yaro @skenzibrahim]

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[pshegs @pshegs]

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[Fabrizio Romano @FabrizioRomano]

🔵🇳🇬 Excl: young Nigerian striker Ibrahim Hafiz Umar (18) on the verge of joining Chelsea after very positive trial with the Academy.

Chelsea are closing in on deal with Ojodu City Academy to decide whether they want to loan Hafiz to Strasbourg or sign him for #CFC.

[ibrahim Dogon-Yaro @skenzibrahim]

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[Marizu @marizu_ikechi]

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[Marizu @marizu_ikechi]

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[Fabrizio Romano @FabrizioRomano]

🇳🇴 Understand FK Bodø/Glimt have now closing in on deal to sign Nigerian 18 year old striker Ibrahim Hafiz Umar, the agreement is being finalised.

Hafiz would join FK Bodø/Glimt from Ojodu City Academy in Nigeria. 🇳🇬

[The leader @shugabaleader]

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