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Do you know that Abraham did not tithe his own riches?
He tithed 10% out of the spoils of war to Melchizedek.

Do you know that Abraham returned 90% of this spoils of war to the king of Sodom, after tithing 10% to Melchizedek the king of Salem?

Do you also know that Abraham didn't think those spoils of war belonged to him?
Because he told the king of Sodom, "... I will accept NOTHING BELONGING TO YOU, not even a thread or the strap of a sandal, so that you will never be able to say, 'I made Abram rich.'

Abraham thought those spoils belonged to the king of Sodom.

Do you know that Abraham was never commanded by GOD to give to the king of Salem, Melchizedek? (It was by choice).

Do you know that Abraham did not become rich after tithing to Melchizedek?
He was already a wealthy man, with slaves etc

Do you know that Abraham didn't tithe to Melchizedek again after that one and only time?

Do you know that if Christians today are tithing according to Abraham, they wouldn't tithe only 10%, they would tithe 100%?

Do you know the Apostles never taught tithe; they taught GIVING willingly or cheerfully.

Giving out of a response to NEED.

Giving out of love?

Giving out of faith?

Do you know that the ways the Apostles raised money in the pioneering church was well documented in the book of Acts... ?
And it wasn't tithe.

Do you know that the Apostles never payed tithe and never collected tithes ?
To pay tithe would mean a return to the Law; to receive tithe would mean you're a Levite?

Do you know the Bible doesn't support the modern believe that it's not our business what our 'MOG's' do?

"Watch out for false prophets. They come to you in sheep's clothing, but inwardly they are ferocious wolves.-Matt. 7:15.

Dear friends, do not believe every spirit, BUT TEST THE SPIRITS to see whether they are from GOD, because many false prophets have gone out into the world.

Do you know that Paul called out erring brethren by name, publicly?

Do you know that according to 1 Peter 2:9 WE ARE ALL PRIESTS?

"But you are a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, God's special possession, that you may declare the praises of HIM who called you out of darkness into HIS wonderful light.

Do you know that the churches priesthood is not in the order of Levi?

WE ARE NOT SPIRITUAL LEVITES

Jesus our High Priest is the Lion of the tribe of Judah, we are all priest according to His order.

Do we take GOD seriously when HE (GOD) said HE no longer dwells in Temples made with bricks and stones, that HE dwells in our human bodies?

Is our body the Temple of the Living GOD, or was Paul joking when he said GOD now lives inside of us?

So if the store house is the Temple of GOD, could the store house be human bodies, since that's where GOD dwells now, if GOD is to be taken seriously that is?

Jesus in Matt.25:40 "Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine (Temples of GOD), you did for Me.'

Jesus replied, “believe Me, a time is coming when you will worship the Father neither on this mountain nor in Jerusalem. 22 You Samaritans worship what you do not know; we worship what we do know, for salvation is from the Jews. 23 Yet a time is coming and has now come when the true worshipers will worship the FATHER in the Spirit and in truth, for they are the kind of worshipers the FATHER seeks. 24 GOD is SPIRIT, and HIS worshipers must worship in the Spirit and in truth.”

Are those cathedrals, event halls, hotel venues etc bricks and stones Spirit and truth?

No, True worshippers worship (anywhere. Matt.18:20). The key thing is HOW, (in Spirit and Truth).

The venue of church is you.

AND WE ARE NOT FREE FROM GIVING, WE ARE FREE IN GIVING.

‪#‎what‬ you should know
READ YOUR BIBLE, MEDITATE, PRAY, AND OBEY GOD...Kuorire

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#TruthSeries: Why I don't take alcohol

I sat up on the bed as i heard the constant knocking against the ceramics, the noise filled the atmosphere with the grunts of pain.
I sat still as all the memories just kept flooding in "When will all this end" I said, more out of pity than spite.
We've come a long way to still be spiteful about this. Scenarios upon scenarios came crashing on my shoulders, weight i wasn't ready to carry this midnight. 

The late nights.

The stench.

The endless rants.

The lets-pretend-lastnight-didn't-happen mornings

The promises.

The broken promises.

Time and time again "I will reduce it" was all we heard, if the efforts were obvious, the mirage of the words would have been a little tangible. But, Shadows, we still chasing.

One memory that cannot fade - I came at you like a roaring lion - barking it out at past midnight, my frustrations, my hurt about your other thorn. Wrong timing, i agree. I was hurt.

I'm not even married to you yet I feel cheated and betrayed constantly with every obvious lie. What you think? I'm 12? You raised me smarter than that, you should know better.

The knocking against the ceramics from the next room has not stopped "Why do you do this to yourself" I ask myself. Somethings we never understand but "they" also say the first step to solving a problem is acknowledging the problem right?
How can we work together to solve this problem, if everyone but you sees this as a problem?

Thats why all efforts has been futile all these years, prayers seeming unanswered. 
Then i heard again "Don't blame them when they don't see the problem, the forces working against them are higher. Deal with the forces"(Paraphrased)
 After that i stopped blaming you, stopped resenting, I let it go. 

Then I almost became you. 

I made a mistake once that cost me one of the most important things in my life. For someone that doesn't take alcohol, for a very silly reason I downed more than half a bottle of white wine. 
No, I won't re-tell my misbehavior.  I will only re-tell the most painful part of it. In the midst of my half-conscious misbehavior and not being able to put a filter in my mouth she said to me

"You are just behaving like your father" 

The one sentence that  has ever cut through my very essence, even in the chemically induced state. The pain from the cut brought tears, although I laughed out almost immediately(blame the drink). I've forgiven her.  I never forgot, I never forget. 

My name is S.
And I will never drink anything alcoholic again. 

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#TruthSeries: Between a rock and a hard place

Hi Everyone,

This is a guest post from my best friend, I know he writes good and i have been begging him for a loooooooooong time to write something for me so i can post here, but mba.

Let me say something about this dude, He has been there for me through the years from SS1- Life as we know it now. We talk alot about everything and anything, i know to take a back seat when he gets a girlfriend and he knows to also take a back seat when i get a boyfriend. We are kinda friends that don't talk everyday but we are as close as ever when we do. Anybody that knows me and doesn't know Sope is my friend doesn't really know me -_____- 

Now, when i got the mail(out of the blue) i was so excited, because this is something we have been dealing with for a while and i so didn't expect this huge step, but either ways i am proud of you dear. Very, and this makes me happy more than you can understand. 

You will get to understand when you read. 

Enjoy.
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I’ve been promising Tomi since forever that I was going to write a piece to feature on her blog. I have never fulfilled that promise until now. I know she’s forgiven me.

Call me Mo.

And I’m an addict.

Don’t worry, this is not an AA meeting where we all share our stories. You can keep yours, but I feel I should share mine. The first day I picked up a magazine that had nude women in it was in js3. It was some Asian porno mag. I openly rebuked the dude that brought it to evening prep. I was repulsed by the idea of looking at it, and I made that known in no uncertain terms.

I look back and laugh at that day. Who would have imagined that same dude is the one who turned out this way.

But the seed had been planted. All it needed was gentle and subtle watering. A little clip from a friends phone (sneaked into the hostel), a semi-nude photo on a seniors locker, soft-porn magazines…you name it. And the tree grew on me, with or without my knowledge, I can never say. I’m sure this chain of events is not new to anyone who has ever been an addict of any sort. But somehow, the world treats the sin of sex as the greatest sin ever, whereas we are all the same.

Anyways, that’s beside the point.

Back to my story, that was how I got hooked. But I’m a very smart guy, trust me I know. You will never find such on my phone, my laptop or a trace of it anywhere.

Then I graduated and went to Uni, and felt that maybe getting a girlfriend would solve my “addiction”, although I didn’t at that point think it was an addiction. I felt maybe it was a passing phase, you know, American Pie 1-3 told me as much.

So I dated Ore, and she was the most beautiful thing that happened to me at that point. I actually did stop for a while. And I was ecstatic I tell you…so she had cured me! What a fool I was.

It only translated into making out sessions. How I didn’t have sex remains a wonder to me. One of the little pointers that tells me God is still interested in me and that I’m still in his Master plan.

And after almost three years of dating, we broke up, I felt God leading me to do so because at the rate I was going, we might actually have sex. Crazy hun? I know. You ain’t the first person to tell me that.

So I joined a fellowship, and became a church boy. (You just said halleluyah didn’t ya ;)…wait, it gets better). And in one year at the fellowship I was already an assistant head of department! Pastor Mo of God!

I became more prayerful, more involved with the activities, more studying of the Word, more fasting…you know all those things we brethren of the fellowship do.

I was so involved, even Tomi, (at that time, not this new and rebranded Tomi…yeah she is rebranded) complained one time that she felt I was too into “church”, and she wouldn’t agree with some of my actions, but I defended my faith and fellowship seriously.

One would think that my problems with addiction were indeed solved then! How wrong you are.

Let me just quickly say, at the end of the day, all men of God are exactly that: MEN. Only with

the grace of the God do they seem outstanding.

Remove the God-factor; we are all miserably the same.

I think I’ll stop for now. I would continue if Tomi asks me to complete my story.

Yours

Mo.

And by the way Sope, come back to tell the story finish oh.
Wanna read the whole of the story? comment please, me i want. He wants to know that you guys are interested. Thanks :) 

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#TruthSeries: Beneath the cloak

Whats beneath your cloak?

Life as it seems we all walk the street of the earth with one story or the other with our dresses so elegant and our faces so beautiful and it never seems that we have issues with our lives but still we try and be strong have heard several cases of suicide in recent times in the country (Nigeria), this was not always the case recently it was the one that happened in a church some where in Abeokuta.

     The fake smile the child acting happy over a new shoe or a new bicycle maybe a PlayStation3 this happiness ends when you get tired of the new shoe or cloth and u don't have new CDs to play on your Console and the reason for hurt and pain is back and you realise it was never the console u required nor was it the shoes and clothes.

Who do we blame for a failed childhood? The parents or the child? In this series we will look at true life stories of kids below 18 that their childhood is not one to remember or talk about but these kids have lived with this memoir trying to forget with no one to tell or how to let the pain out.

How it all started...

Growing up was not a walk in the park as the third born of mother and the and the fifth of my father you would think I grew up knowing the right things to do and you would believe I had all the attention I could get but reverse was the case. As a young boy attention was far from me Father was never around mother spends the greater part of her day trying to make money and give us a good life but the actual life was neglected the life that should have formed the bedrock of my future having four brothers even talking about your darkest secrets of pain was difficult because they were never available to listen all my father did when he is home was give orders and when it wasnt followed we were severely dealt with. When I was five years old I had started witnessing violence there was no love in my home no where to seek solace I wouldn't blame my mum she just wanted the best for her kids I would witness my dad beat up my mum as a child of five with no love in his heart and who had no body to talk to I had just one play mate and she was my mums friends child which makes her my family friend I guess and her situation was similar to mine maybe leaving out the violence her father was never around too we attended the same primary school and I was just in primary 3 when we started the mummy and daddy charade I can still remember all the Time we spend in the toilet kissing and smooching nothing was on her chest though but nobody knew all this was happening and it was happening right under our parents nose every thing I tried with her were things I learnt from my brothers. 

This event that happened 19years ago probably started my not so proud eventful life a life where I constantly deceive myself that doing the wrong thing is right, a life where sadness engulfed so much that my mind became so dark, a life where pain is all I feel every time I remember the girls I laid my hands on violently beneath my garment lies dark secrets and thoughts beneath it lie pain and hatred for the kind of person I am underneath this garment is where my greatest fear reside. As I write this I shed tears because what I feel and how I feel tears me apart and I seem not to know who I am anymore. This is the begining of a childhood that was not so great a childhood of pain and emotional suffering. Do not laugh at my pain because many of us are not bold enough to talk about the pain we feel it took me 18years to have the confidence to write about my pain and still there is more.

Written by seun.

I am waiting for him to continue this..

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#TruthSeries: In God's Eyes II

This is a continuation, read the first here

Then Jane ran off to dance with her boyfriend. I stood there in silence. A few minutes later, my friend Paul joined me. "He's sure having a lot of fun" he said
"who is having a lot of fun?" I asked
"Your father. He's having a ball"
"Yeah. i guess" I didn't know what else to say.
"You know, he's always been there," Paul said. "I remember when you and i were on the soccer team. He tried out as coach, but he couldn't run up and down the field, remember? so they picked Jackie's father. But your dad still showed up for every game. He was the team's biggest fan. I think he's the reason we won so many games. Without him, it would just have been Jackie's father yelling at us. Your father made it fun. I wish my father had come to atleast one of our games. He was always too busy"

I was once again speechless.

My boyfriend came back with two glasses of punch and handed me one.
"What do you think of my father?" i asked out of the blue.
Terry looked surprised. "I like him. i always have"

"Then why did you call him names when we were kids?"

"I don't know. Because he was different, and i was a dumb kid"

"When did you stop calling him names?" I asked, searching my own memory.
Terry didn't even need to think "The day he sat down with me by the pool and hugged me while i cried about my mother and fathers divorce. No one else would let me talk about it. I was hurting, and he could feel it. He cried with me that day. I thought you knew"

I looked at Terry, a tear rolled down my cheek as long-forgotten memories cascaded into my consciousness. When i was three, another dog killed my puppy, and my father was there to hold me and teach me what happens when our pets die. When i was five, my father took me to my first day of school. I was so scared, so was he. We cried that first day the next day he became a teacher's helper.
When i was eight, i just couldn't do math. Father sat down with me every night and we worked until math became easy for me. When i was ten, my father bought me a brand new bike, When it was stolen because i didn't lock it up, my father gave me jobs around the house so i could earn enough money for another one.
When I was thirteen and my first love broke up with me, my father was there to yell at, blame, and to cry with. When i was fifteen and got to be in the honor society, my father was there to see me get the accolade. Now, when i was seventeen, he put up with me no matter how nasty i became or how high my hormones raged.

As I looked at my father dancing enthusiastically with my friends, a big toothy grin on his face, i suddenly saw him differently. The handicaps weren't his-they were mine! I had spent much of my life hating the man who loved me. I hated the exterior and ignored the interior that contained his God given heart. i felt ashamed.

I asked Terry to take me home, too overcome with feelings to remain.
On graduation day, i stood behind the podium as the valedictorian of my class. As i looked over the audience, my gaze rested on my father in the front row. He sat in his only specially made suit, holding my mother's hand and smiling. I was overcome with emotion as i began my speech

"Today i stand here as an honor student, able to graduate with 4.0 average, I didn't do it alone. God was there, and i had friends and teachers, and counselors who helped. If i were to thank just them, i would leave out the most important person in my life: my father"

i saw the look of complete shock cover my father's face. i motioned for him yo join me on stage. He made his way slowly, awkwardly, and deliberatly. He had to drag his left foot up the stairs as he used his deformed right arm to balance his gait. As he stood next to me at the podium, i took his small, crippled hands in mine and held it tight.

"Sometimes we only see the silhouette of the people around us" I said "For years I was as shallow as the silhouette i saw. I saw my father as someone to make fun of, someone to blame, and someone to be ashamed of. He wasn't perfect, like the fathers my friends had. three weeks ago, i found out while i was envying my friend's fathers, my friends were envying mine. that made me look at who i was and what i had become"

Then i turned to face my father
"Father, i owe you a big apology. i based my love for you on what i saw and not what i felt. i forgot to look at the one part of you that meant the most, the big, big heart God gave you. As i move out of high school and into life, i want you to know i could not have had a better father. You are always there for me no matter how badly i hurt you, you still showed up. Thank you!"

I took off my mortarboard and placed it on his head. "You are the reason i am standing here, you deserve this honor, not me"

And the audience applauded and cried with up, i felt God's light shinning upon me as i embraced my father more warmly than i ever had before, tears unashamedly falling down both our faces.

For the first time, i saw my father through God'd eyes, and i felt honored to be seen with him.

Culled from Journeys of Love 30 true stories

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#TruthSeries: In God's Eyes

My dad was ugly, and i knew it. By the time i was ten, I was totally ashamed of my father. My friends called him names: Quasimodo, hunchback, monster, little Frankenstein, the crooked little man. At first it hurt when they called him those things, but soon i agreed with them.

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My father was born with parastremmatic dwarfism. The disease made him stop growing when he was about thirteen and caused his body to twist into a grotesque shape. When he was my age, pictures show him as a little short but good-looking. When he married my mother at nineteen, he still looked normal. He walked with a slight limp but could do just about anything. He was even a great dancer.

Soon after my birth, another genetic disorder took over, and his left foot started turning out, almost backward. His head and neck shifted to the right; his neck became rigid and he looked over his left shoulder a bit. His right arm curled in and up, and his index finger almost touched his elbow. His spine warped to look something like a roller coaster, causing his torso to lie sideways

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Twenty Three before Twenty Four

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Hello Beautiful People,

Happy New Month!!! The first week was easily the most difficult week of the year, why? I really can't tell but i am at the foot of the hill looking up to get answers - One thing is for sure though. Gods got me BIG time, i can feel it!

Enough about me, i found on Kovie's blog the 26 things she wants to do before she turns 27, i want to join the band wagon. Although i have goals for the year and i have NOT achieved half of it, but ofcourse this isn't a pity party. Here is a list of 23 things of the things i want to do before i turn 24. For some reason in my head i am turning 25 this year, is that a good thing? I think not.

*Says silent prayer* I bind every spirit that wants to age quickly by fire in Jesus name. *Screams LOUD AMEN*

now unto the 25  23 things.

1. Have a book with my Name on the cover as the writer
   
2. Get an Apartment
   
3. ****
4. Design my Website
5. My DSLR
   
6. Own a Business
7. Road trip to a waterfall
   
8. Jerusalem
   
9. Go karting x_x
   
10. Go for a book signing
11. Own and Read ALL Ted Dekker's books
12. Road Trip to different states to take pictures
13. Make-up haul
14. Make a book shelf for my journals/books

    

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16. Stop storing too many Biros
17. Write by the river side
18. Go to a beach - finally
19. Candle lit dinner
    
20. Synopsis for the other Books
21. ***
22. Meet TYBello, Ted Dekker(Ambitions yh? Watch God make it happen) & Tyler Perry
    
23. Anything God wants me to do
    

*** These are really really important things i want to do that i don't want to talk about or put out there YET. All in due time.

Its my birthday on the 26th, Whooop! Let the 365 days commence. This should be fun.   

P.s: I'm working on a couple peoples stories under the #TruthSeries that are quite emotional and its kinda taking more time than i thought. Still, watch out, and if you don't know what truth series is all about click here and if you want to participate this is all you have to do:

This is open to whoever wants to participate just like "Series of Scars" (Btw, Thanks to all that sent in their stories then) Lets do it again shall we?

How do i want this to work?

• Send in a story either telling us a truth about you or the truth about a difficult decision you've had to make or a difficult situation you found yourself that can encourage someone out there. 
• Share this post to give more people the opportunity to tell their stories (We are all here to learn right? I know i want to)
• Share and Share again ;)
• Send to tomi.akibo@gmail.com and if you feel the truth is delicate and confidential, let me know so i would post anonymously. 
• Let encourage one another, one thing i've learnt is that whatever we go through we are not alone. Lets prove it. your story is what one person might need to hear.

Thanks in Advance.

God bless you.

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#TruthSeries: Lost in Lust

In the winter of 2009, I was travelling to visit a family friend of mine. I planned ahead and made sure I didn’t leave any stone unturned. I bought my ticket ahead of time and planned by bus route. My carry-on was lightly packed and literature for the journey was also set. I was pleased with how well I planned everything to suite me. I felt like a smart university student whose life is on course until I met her. 

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I am TRUTH

Chime

Pure, uninterrupted.

abrupt, soothing

Rhythmically beautiful to some,

disturbing and unacceptable by others.

Just like you sound,

I am TRUTH.

Cotton white

Naturally unblemished,

soft on the eyes, fluffy on the skin.

the white of purity.

the divergence of brightness.

Just like you look,

I am TRUTH.

Flowing River

clear, void of stench,

endless stream of cleanliness ,

like the rush of wind, i watch you directed,

glassy, refreshing, bringing life to those you come in contact with

Just like you flow,

I am TRUTH.

Earth

Brown Heritage,

dirty yet full of riches,

establishment resides in you, 

dominion lays its foundation on you,

pregnant with purpose to be birthed.

Just like the power possessed,

I am TRUTH.

Rock

Rock solid, solid rock, 

out comes the waterfall, full of surprises,

endless potential you possess.

Firm, you hold all that's found in your care,

Fall, that's not found in you.

Just like you feel,

I am TRUTH.

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This is an introductory post to the #SeriesofTruths, i want to share here some truths about me and some decisions i made in the past year, with the believe that someone out there will draw encouragement from it.  This is also going to be open to whoever wants to participate just like "Series of Scars" (Btw, Thanks to all that sent in their stories then) Lets do it again shall we?

How do i want this to work?

• Send in a story either telling us a truth about you or the truth about a difficult decision you've had to make or a difficult situation you found yourself that can encourage someone out there. 
• Share this post to give more people the opportunity to tell their stories (We are all here to learn right? I know i want to)
• Share and Share again ;)
• Send to tomi.akibo@gmail.com and if you feel the truth is delicate and confidential, let me know so i would post anonymously. 
• Let encourage one another, one thing i've learnt is that whatever we go through we are not alone. Lets prove it. your story is what one person might need to hear.

Thanks in Advance.

God bless you.

Girl at the foot of the hill. 

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