…spreading the fragrance of His knowledge…
It’s strange how the enemy skews our perspective; how he makes the insignificant become our focus – instead of the bigger picture:
He makes us reluctant to openly profess Christ – in a world of eight billion people – because we are very conscious of twenty members of our family or inner circle. Or even ONE certain individual…
When God wants to promote or increase you in a certain area, He brings you into knowledge – usually through people who have some ‘higher’ knowledge in that subject.
Now, it’s easy to be humble when you are totally ignorant or clueless.
However, when you also have some measure of success or knowledge, it can be extremely difficult to ‘stoop’ to learn from another.
Todd White shared the following true life story:
An atheist had a dream one night. He saw a long fence going on infinitely.
On one side of the fence was Jesus, the hosts of Heaven and angels.
On the other side of the fence was the devil, demons and the hosts of hell.
About three or four years ago, I assisted in working on a religious thesis. The project took me on a research of many religions of the world, and it was eye-opening to study their origins. Some of these psuedo-religions were blatantly anti-Christ and anti-God, but others were more subtle.
The most fascinating for me were those that seemingly had their origins in Christianity or ‘Christian’ experiences, but later deviated into error…
Some people enjoy evangelism.
I don’t.
But I do it.
Recently, I was talking to two young men, and, somewhere in the conversation…
Growing up, we used to attend a certain church. It wasn’t as large as it is now, but it was still quite known globally – to an extent.
A family member was a major leader there, and was very close to the Head pastor.
Then stuff happened. Politics, lies, manipulation came in and the family member left.
My parents who were leaders in the church were also unfairly stripped of their positions, simply because of their connection and personal convictions.
A few days ago, it suddenly struck me, “Deborah, it’s been a loooong time you’ve been depressed!”
Momentarily sad, unhappy or upset due to circumstantial happenings? Oh, sure.
But depressed? It’s been ages. Literally years.
This was a miracle because, many years ago, I used to be depressed. Really depressed..
A young lad was brought to stay with us. His English was really bad. He could barely hear or speak the language.
When I spoke to him, I tried to speak slowly and in broken (Nigerian pidgin English) so he could understand me.
I started, “Wetin be your…?”
Immediately, my mum interrupted me sharply. “No.”
Debby Osa 