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DEALING WITH SPIRITUAL ATTACKS THE RIGHT WAY

In a sermon I listened to, Keith Moore’s wife shared an experience where an old woman hit her several times with a walking stick while she was trying to cast demons out of her. If you’ve followed Kenneth Hagin’s ministry, you might as well have seen Keith Moore minister in songs during Bro Kenneth meetings. This possessed old woman had showed up at the office, causing distractions, and the first...

EVERYTHING IS FINE

    EVERYTHING IS FINE 2 KINGS 4: 18-26 NLT. Written by Ife Grace                                                                                                   For several years, a certain woman had been childless. She had lost hope of ever carrying her child in her arms. Soon enough, a prophet shows up and boldly declares to her that she would bear a child by the following year. Did the...

MY BODY CRIES FOR YOUR TOUCH – PART 2

Read the first part here This second part of the story is told by the brother himself. ***** After that encounter with Cecilia, she never called me again and I was so happy that finally, I could stand my ground and overcome this thing called sexual sin. I became zealous for God. I was active in the corpers fellowship. The brother that played their piano left the week before I became active in the...

CAN A BELIEVER STOP WATCHING PORNOGRAPHY?

Thomas is the youth president of my fellowship. I once had a crush on him but somehow it disappeared and we became very close friends. When he proposed to a sister in the ushering department, I knew. When she agreed to his proposal, I was the first person he told. There was rarely any step he took without informing me. We were that close. But one day, something happened.. A youth vigil had been...

WHAT REALLY HAPPENED ON THE CROSS

Oga Gbenga hit me on my right cheek, then on the left, and right, and left again. I staggered and fell to my knees in the small, slightly-lit room where we were, my eye fixed on the heavily built policeman in a stinking over-sized black uniform. His breath reeked of alcohol. I longed to strangle him. To watch my dagger slide through his pot belly, in lines so straight and perfect. “You are...

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