As we close our eyes tonight, let us place everything into God's hands - our joys, our worries, our unfinished work. May the Lord who never sleeps watch over you and your family. May His angels guard your home, and may His peace fill your heart. Rest well. Tomorrow is in God's hands. Good night and God bless you.

If you do not have good people in your life, believe me you are in trouble. Don't just celebrate money in your account. You must pray and say, 'God, in my lifetime, give me the opportunity of tasting the gift of a Godly and faithful friend.' Is there someone in your life today who can pay any price to see that you laugh? Is there someone in your life today that if you call the person and say, 'Listen, I am in the hospital dying,' the person will say, 'Where are you? I'm coming right now?' Is there someone who, even when they put false allegations on you, will still come through for you and stand by you? Can I tell you? You have met people who broke your heart. But don't conclude on that. There are people who will stand with you. There are people who will cry with you. Some of you have already been fortunate to find those people. Can I advise you? Swallow your pride and keep them. Don't ever open your mouth and say 'I don't need you' and then you say sorry later on. Swallow your pride and keep them. Because when you find Godly and faithful friends, they are like gold. Don't throw it away. You may not find it again in your life.

My beloved brethren, today I am not speaking to you as a man who has all the answers, I am speaking to you as a servant of God with a broken heart, a heart that has seen too many tears, heard too many cries and watched too many families bury the people they love, Nigeria is bleeding and the question that keeps coming back to my heart is this, Lord, how many more must die before we wake up, how many mothers must cry before we care, how many children must become orphans before the world will listen, how many graves must we dig before somebody asks why? My brethren, what is the crime of the innocent Christian family that is attacked while sleeping, what did that little child do to deserve to lose a father, why should a mother wake up one morning and discover that the man who promised to protect her will never come home again, why should a child grow up asking, “Daddy, when are you coming back?” when the answer is that Daddy is already in the grave? Who will answer these children? Who will wipe away the tears of these widows? Who will restore the years stolen from these families? The Bible says, “Weep with those who weep.” — Romans 12:15, but my question is, are we still capable of weeping for one another, or have we become so accustomed to death that another funeral has become ordinary news? When Abel was killed, God asked Cain, “Where is your brother?” — Genesis 4:9, and I believe that question is still echoing from heaven today, Nigeria, where is your brother, Church, where is your sister, humanity, where is your compassion? When a Christian is killed, does heaven not see it? When a mother screams over the body of her son, does God not hear? When an orphan sleeps hungry because the person who provided for the family has been murdered, does God not see? The Bible tells us that the blood of Abel cried out from the ground, and today I believe the blood of innocent Nigerians is crying out too, How long, O Lord? The book of Revelation says, “How long, Sovereign Lord, holy and true, until you judge the inhabitants of the earth and avenge our blood?” — Revelation 6:10 My beloved brethren, how long? How long will families run from their homes? How long will churches worship with fear in their hearts? How long will children sleep wondering whether they will wake up alive? How long will widows carry the burden of raising children alone? How long will the world scroll past their suffering? And how long will we, the body of Christ, remain silent when one part of the body is bleeding? The Bible says, “If one part suffers, every part suffers with it.” — 1 Corinthians 12:26 My brethren, if your brother is bleeding, should you not feel his pain? If your sister is crying, should you not cry with her? If your fellow believer is being persecuted, should you not stand beside them in prayer? Look at Stephen in the book of Acts, a man who was persecuted because of his faith, yet even while stones were being thrown at him, he looked toward heaven and said, “Lord Jesus, receive my spirit.” And then he prayed, “Lord, do not hold this sin against them.” — Acts 7:59–60 What kind of faith is that? What kind of love is that? To be wounded and still pray? To be hated and still forgive? To suffer and still hold onto Jesus? My beloved brethren, persecution may test our faith, but it must never destroy our love. Jesus said, “Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you.” — Matthew 5:44 So I will continue to pray. I will pray for Nigeria. I will pray for Christians. I will pray for our leaders. I will pray for our security forces. And I will pray even for those who have hatred in their hearts, because I know that violence cannot heal Nigeria. But let nobody misunderstand our prayers, we will pray, but we will not stop caring, we will pray, but we will not stop speaking for the suffering, we will pray, but we will not stop standing with widows and orphans. Because Jesus said, “Whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.” — Matthew 25:40 So when you help a widow, you are serving Christ. When you comfort an orphan, you are serving Christ. When you feed the hungry, you are serving Christ. When you stand beside the persecuted, you are standing beside Christ. My beloved brethren, Nigeria does not only need politicians to speak, Nigeria needs fathers to care, mothers to pray, churches to rise, leaders to act and humanity to remember that every life is precious before God.@Trust Church @stupleb @capybara

May the Lord create in you a clean heart and renew a steadfast spirit within you. May every trace of pride, bitterness, hypocrisy, and unrighteousness give way to His transforming grace. May your faith become visible through your love, your words bring encouragement, and your actions reflect the character of Christ. May your life be pleasing to God both in public and in private. May the Lord make you a vessel of honour, filled with His mercy, wisdom, and holiness. In Jesus' mighty name. Amen!

May the power of Jesus Christ strengthen you to stand firm in your faith. May every chain of fear, sin, discouragement, and spiritual bondage be broken by His grace. May your heart be sensitive to God's voice, and may you never ignore His instructions. Receive fresh courage to walk in freedom, wisdom to recognise His presence, and grace to fulfil His purpose for your life. May your life become a testimony of God's transforming power. In Jesus' mighty name. Amen!

Happy Sunday! No church building. No chairs. No lights. Just a tree, a few stones, and hungry souls thirsty for the Word. Today's Mass was celebrated under this tree. _"For where two or three are gathered in my name, there am I among them" Matthew 18:20. The Church is alive, even in the bush. Please keep us in your prayers.

The worst pain is this: our government does not care about its own citizens. No hospitals. No schools. No roads. No electricity. It is crazy! People are being slaughtered daily, yet the President has never set his foot where the killings are happening. Not one visit. Not one tear. Oh! There was once a country called Nigeria!

WHEN THE VOICE IS SILENCED, WHO WILL SPEAK? When the shepherds are struck down, who will care for the sheep? Fulani terrorists, stop this killing! I am sick on my bed and you are driving me crazy with your bloodshed. For God's sake, stop! Hear this: You can burn our churches, you can kill our people, but you can NEVER stop the Gospel of our Lord Jesus Christ. His Kingdom must come, and no gun, no machete, no terror will stop it. The Lion Himself is coming! The King of all kings, the Lord of lords, Jesus Christ is coming! And His Kingdom shall reign forever!

I am very sick at the moment. Please, pray for my recovery. GN

My dear brothers and sisters in Christ, I write to you from Northern Nigeria with a heavy and broken heart. What I am witnessing here can only be described as a slow genocide against Christians. Our villages are being emptied. Our faithful are killed, our women widowed, our children kidnapped, and our churches burnt. Night after night we bury our own. We live in fear, and it seems there is no hope in sight. Our leaders look away. The government is helpless. We are abandoned to our fate. The worst is, I am sick myself and I have no money to go to a good private hospital in the capital city, not even in my town. The government hospital has no electricity and nothing is functioning there. I am praying to God for healing, because there is nowhere else to go. Please do not forget us. Remember us in your prayers, and let the world know that Christians in Northern Nigeria are dying

It has become clear to me that our country has been besieged by anarchy and has become a dysfunctional and dangerous enclave to live in. Our leaders have become a blight, an affliction, and a scourge upon us all. I left the Church today in tears — not only for the fate of those children in captivity, but for the plight of their parents and families. Our government appears helpless and hopeless, and there seems to be no single answer to this catastrophe. No ingenious plan by those who claim to lead us can resolve this cataclysmic destruction of our nation. I left the Church saddened and deeply grieved by what our country has become. As I said quiet prayers for the kidnapped children, I recoiled at the thought that thousands of other unknown stories of agony and pain are, even as we speak, befalling many others across the country. They have turned killing and kidnapping into a common trade, like Black Friday shopping. We are in deep trouble.

If you don't capture this move, you will be captured by the beast system and be carried away by demonic manifestations as summoned through science.

Hear our humble prayer, have mercy on your people, Lord

They may try to silence me, they may try to harm me, but I know I am not alone. 🙏🏽 “The LORD shall fight for you, and ye shall hold your peace.” — Exodus 14:14 I will not live in fear. My life is in God’s hands, and the battle belongs to the Lord. ❤️🙏🏽

My beloved brethren, I greet you all in the precious name of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ. Today, I write with tears in my eyes and a pain in my heart that words cannot fully explain. I have buried people I loved. Church members who worshipped with us, prayed with us and served God with us have been taken away from this world. People who woke up in the morning expecting to return to their families never came home. And I keep asking myself... What is our crime? What have we done to deserve this? Who have we offended? What is the gain in all these killings? Why should a child lose a father simply because that father professed Christ? Why should a mother bury her children? Why should widows and orphans be created again and again while the world watches? My beloved, Christians are not asking for the death of anyone. We are asking for the right to live. We are asking for the right to worship God without fear. We are asking for our children to grow up, go to school, return home safely and praise God. Jesus said in Matthew 5:10, “Blessed are those who are persecuted because of righteousness, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.” If our faith is the reason we are hated, then we will continue to hold on to Christ. But I ask those who are killing innocent people: What do you gain when you destroy a family? What do you gain when you turn children into orphans? What do you gain when you make a mother cry over the body of her son? Can blood build a better nation? Can the tears of widows bring peace? Can the graves of innocent people give anyone victory? The Bible says in Romans 12:15, “Rejoice with those who rejoice; mourn with those who mourn.” So I mourn. I mourn for my church members. I mourn for every innocent Christian who has been killed. I mourn for every widow who now sleeps alone. I mourn for every child who asks, “Where is my father?” And I mourn for Nigeria. But even through my tears, I will not abandon Christ. The Bible says in Psalm 34:18, “The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.” Lord, draw near to every broken family. Lord, comfort every widow. Lord, wipe the tears of every orphan. Lord, protect those who are still living in fear. And Lord, give wisdom and courage to those entrusted with protecting innocent lives. We do not want revenge. We want justice. We want peace. We want a Nigeria where Christians and Muslims can live together, worship God according to their conscience, raise their children and sleep without fear. My beloved Nigerians, how many more graves must we see before our hearts are broken enough to cry out together? How many more mothers must we comfort? How many more children must become orphans? How many more churches must bury their members? How many more families must disappear before we say, “Enough”? I may be tired, I may be wounded, and I may have lost people I love, but I will continue to speak for the innocent. Because silence cannot bring back the dead. And fear will not make me deny my Lord. As Jesus said in John 16:33, “In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world.” May God remember every family that has lost someone. May God heal Nigeria. May God protect His people. May God bring an end to the bloodshed. And may the day come when Nigerian children no longer grow up knowing the sound of gunfire, but only the sound of laughter, worship and peace.