Monday, June 30, 2008

Today is my Birthday

By the Special Grace of God I added another year today.

I am very grateful to God Almighty for the gift of Life, provision, protection and mercies known and unknown.

I am also very grateful to all of you loyal reader of my blog and forum. I appreciate all of you and may GOD bless you richly and grant you all your heart desires.

Thanks all once again and see you all at the top.


Friday, June 27, 2008


Isn’t it strange how a 500 Naira bill seems like such a large amount when you donate it a church, but such a small when you go shopping?

Isn’t it strange how 2 hours seem so long when you’re at church, and how short they seem when you’re watching a good movie?

Isn’t it strange that you can’t find a word to say when you’re praying, but you have no trouble thinking what to talk about with friends?

Isn’t it strange how difficult and boring it is to read one chapter of the Bible, but how easy it is to read 100 pages of a popular novel, Newspaper or Magazine?

Isn’t it strange how everyone wants fronts row tickets to concerts or games, but they do whatever is possible to sit at the last row in church?

Isn’t it strange how we need to know about an event for church 2-3 weeks before the day so we can include it in our agenda, but we can adjust it for other event at last minute?

Isn’t it strange how difficult it is to learn a fact about God to share it with others, but how easy it is to learn and understand, extends and repeat gossip?

Isn’t it strange how we believe everything that magazines and newspaper say, but we question the words in the Bible?

Isn’t it strange how everyone wants a place in heaven, but they don’t want to believe, or say anything to get there?


Thursday, June 26, 2008

The Power of Our Words

The Power of Our Words
By Michelle Cox and John Perrodin
Authors, Simple Little Words

Be kindly affectionate to one another with brotherly love, in honor giving preference to one another. – Romans 12:10
Fifteen-year-old Vicky and eleven-year-old Michael Haynes were like most sisters and brothers. They drove each other nuts. Both knew exactly which buttons to push to irritate the other.
Vicky remembers, “We fought like cats and dogs—especially when our parents were gone. Michael was always getting into my stuff and invading my room. You know, just being a typical little brother.”
The two usually went their own way, but one sunny day, they decided to walk together to the K-Mart near their home.
They started down the dirt road, Michael stirring up clouds of dust as he kicked at the rocks along the way.
He was chattering away, and for once, Vicky really listened to him. She looked at his freckled face, the straight hair falling across his forehead, his eyes sparkling as he laughed. And it hit her. He really was a wonderful little brother. The way he expressed himself, his sense of humor, and his outgoing personality all held the promise of the remarkable young man he was becoming.
She stopped him. “Michael, I need to tell you something. You’re the best brother in the world, and I’m really blessed to have you as my little brother. I just wanted you to know that.”
She hugged him and then the two continued on their way, the words forgotten as they browsed through the displays at the store.
Two days later, Michael died in an accident.
And Vicky remembered those words she had said to her brother, grateful she had taken the opportunity to tell him that he was special to her—while there was still time.
Years later, she realized that on the country road that day, God had visited an insecure teenager who was about to face a loss that would shake her to the core, and he had prepared a way to carry her through—without regrets or guilt.
No, she hadn’t realized her and Michael’s days would be so short, those moments so fleeting, but for the last forty-five years, the fact that she said those words to her little brother has been a comfort to Vicky’s heart.

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Why are we so stingy with our words when they have the power to touch a heart, to change a life, or to brighten someone’s day? – Michelle Cox
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Dear Lord, Help my words to bless the lives of others. Remind me to say “I’m proud of you” to those who need to hear it, “I’m sorry” to those I’ve wronged, and “I love you” to those around me. I love you, Lord, and I thank you for your words that have touched my life, given me hope, and brought me comfort. Amen.

Thursday, June 19, 2008

The Value of Integrity

Can I share this story with you? It is an old Ghanaian fable.

“An aging king woke up one day to the realization that should he drop dead, there would be no male in the royal family to take his place. He was the last male in the royal family in a culture where only a male could succeed to the throne - and he was aging.

He decided that if he could not give birth to a male, he would adopt a son who then could take his place, but he insisted that such an adopted son must be extraordinary in every sense of the word. So he launched a competition in his kingdom, open to all boys, no matter what their background.

Ten boys made it to the every top. There was little to separate these boys in terms of intelligence and physical attributes and capabilities. The king said to them, "I have one
last test and whoever comes top will become my adopted son and heir to my throne."

Then he said, "This kingdom depends solely on agriculture. So the king must know how to cultivate plants. So here is a seed of corn for each of you. Take it home and plant and nurture it for three weeks. At the end of three weeks, we shall see who has done the best job of cultivating the seed. That person will be my heir-apparent. "

The boys took their seeds and hurried home. They each got a flower pot and planted the seed as soon as they got home. There was much excitement in the kingdom as the people waited with bated breath to see who was destined to be their next king.

In one home, the boy and his parents were almost heartbroken when after days of intense care, the seed failed to sprout. He did not know what had gone wrong with his. He had selected the soil carefully, he had applied the right quantity and type of fertilizer, he had been very dutiful in watering it at the right intervals, he had even prayed over it day and night and yet his seed had turned out to be unproductive.

Some of his friends advised him to go and buy a seed from the market and plant that. "After all," they said, "how can anyone tell one seed of corn from another?" But his parents who had always taught him the value of integrity reminded him that, if the king wanted them to plant any corn, he would have asked them to go for their own seed. "If you take anything different from what the king gave you, that would be dishonesty. Maybe we are not destined for the throne. If so, let it be but don't be found to have deceived the king," they told him.

The D-Day came, and the boys returned to the palace each of them proudly exhibiting a very fine corn seedling. It was obvious that the other nine boys had had great success with their seeds. The king began making his way down the line of eager boys and asked each of them "Is this came out of the seed I gave you?" And each boy responded, "Yes, your majesty." And the king would nod and move down the line. The king finally got to the last boy in the line-up. The boy was shaking with fear. He knew that the king was going to have him thrown into prison for wasting his seed.

"What did you do with the seed I gave you?" the king asked.

"I planted it and cared for it diligently, your majesty, but alas it failed to sprout." the boy said tearfully, as the crowd booed him.

But the king raised his hands and signaled for silence. Then he said, "My people behold your next king." The people were confused. "Why that one?" many asked. "How can he be the right choice?" The king took his place on his throne with the boy by his side and said, "I gave these boys boiled seeds. This test was not for cultivating corn. It was the test of character; a test of integrity. It was the ultimate test. If a king must have one quality, it must be that he should be above above dishonesty. Only this boy passed the test. A boiled seed cannot sprout."

The single most important quality you can ever develop that will enhance every part of your life is the value of integrity. Integrity is the core quality of a successful and happy life. Having integrity means being totally honest and truthful in every part of your life. By making the commitment to become a totally honest person, you will be doing more to ensure your success and happiness in life than anything else you can ever do.

Stay Blessed

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

The Ultimate Measure

The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy. – Martin Luther King, Jr.

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Take Control

You can't control the length of your life, but you can control its width and depth.

You can't control the contour of your face, but you can control its expression.

You can't control the weather, but you can control the atmosphere of your mind.

Why worry about things you can't control when you can keep yourself
busy controlling the things that depend on you?

Take Control and have a great day!!!!

The Cow Story

You have two cows
U kill them both And throw an owambe party!

You have two cows
U make very good counterfeits of them
And sell for the price of the real cows!

You have two cows
You rear them till they are four
Make sure ur kids rear cows too
And just maintain!

You have two cows.
You sell one and buy a bull.
Your herd multiplies and the economy grows.
You retire on the income.

You have two cows.
You worship them.

You don't have any cows.
You claim that the Indian cows belong to you.
You ask the US for financial aid,
China for military aid,
British for Warplanes,
Italy for machines,
Germany for technology,
French for submarines,
Switzerland for loans,
Russia for drugs,
Japan f or equipment.
You buy the cows with all this
and claim exploitation by the world.

You have two cows.
You sell one and force the other to produce the milk of four cows.
You profess surprise when the cow drops dead.
You put the blame on some nation with cows
& naturally that nation will be a danger to mankind.
You wage a war to save the world and grab the cows.

You have two cows.
You go on strike because you want three cows.

You have two cows.
You reengineer them so that they live for 100 years,
eat once a month and milk themselves.

You have two cows.
They are both mad cows.

You have two cows.
You don't know where they are.
You break for lunch.

You have 5000 cows, none of which belong to you.
You charge others for storing them.

You have two cows.
You redesign them
so that they are one-tenth the size of an ordinary cow
and produce twenty times the milk.
You then create cute cartoon cow images called Cowkimon
and market them worldwide.

You have two cows.
You count them and learn you have five cows.
You count them again and learn you have 42 cows.
You count them again and learn you have 17 cows.
You give up counting and open another bottle of vodka.

You have two cows.
You have 300 people milking them.
You claim full employment,
high bovine productivity
and arrest anyone reporting the actual numbers.


You have two cows
You eat one and claim it was stolen
Call in the Police to investigate
Police arrests everyone living within 100km
Torture them thoroughly
until someone admitted kidnapping the cow
The police instead collected one cow each from everybody arrested
You have your cow back
and the Police now owns a cattle farm.

Have a great day!!!!!!!!!!

Thursday, June 5, 2008

Good Morning

Don't say you're not important,

It simply isn't true,

The fact that you were born,

Is a proof, God has a plan for you.

The path may seem unclear right now,

But one day you will see,

That all that came before,

Was truly meant to be,

God wrote the book that is Life,

That's all you need to know.

Each day that you are living,

Was written long ago.

God only writes best sellers,

So be proud of who you are,

Your character is important,

In this book, you are the 'Star'

Have a Fabulous Day!