Milestone update

Hello.

Recently, as I checked through a project-funding website, I observed that the highest funding was available for people who wanted to do any stuff other than Christian projects.

Here is a sample of my findings from the website’s homepage: I will keep the details covert, but this is a real! [Donation in dollars]

  • A Phone mount [more like a phone holder] project got 253 backers and a 4 digit monetary donation
  • A movie theatre project got 53 backers and a 5 digit donation.
  • A geographical magazine project got 1467 backers and a 5 digit monetary goal.
  • A music album project got 807 backers and 5 digit support.
  • A video game got 18,520 backers and got an outstanding 6 digit funding!
  • A gospel book project got 9 backers and a 3 digit donation – less than the budgeted cost.
  • Even an art book whose budget was originally 4 digit got a 5 digit monetary support. I couldn’t stay too long on the page because the pictures were of semi-nude females. What an art book – but people loved it and supported it!

[tip – 6 digit support is like 600,000 dollars]

I discovered that more people supported projects that had to do with things that appeal to the natural everyday life, like phone jackets, music album, cinema, leisure, food and business.

Only very few had it in mind to back up the Gospel’s Propagation. Maybe they postponed it or were sceptical of authenticity. Or maybe the gospel didn’t provide an instant gratification. Or what?

I flipped through the succeeding pages of the website and other categories of project, thinking I would get better results, but before long, I discovered the best way to spot anything that had to do with Christ was to check the least funded and least backed project – I found one with as many as only 4 backers.

I wish it wasn’t true, but it is strikingly true.

I know, this is not a surprising discovery, but it’s sad. I’ve been involved in fund raising for programmes before. The top notch companies prefer to heavily support dance programmes, night clubs, and parties; but educative magazines, gospel events and charity causes receive little attention. Some proposals never go beyond the receptionist.

“But why is this,” I thought.

I could not get an answer other than ‘these people know what they cherish and they support it’. And for that, I do not blame them. You really do not expect an organization that does not believe in God or does not care about spirituality to support a crusade or a gospel event.

But here comes my point: what are the Christians doing? The Christians that the Lord has blessed with this resources, where are they?

Even churches prefer to embark on a business project, a bus purchase or a school rather than give to missions [yes! a church]. People pay to use buses for events. Students pay school fees, you know. There is a return for the investment. A visible return.

But in missions, there is a reward that far outweighs the transient one we so much reach for. But it’s invisible. You don’t get to see the joy in the boy who goes to school because you paid his school fees. You don’t get to see that one teenage pregnancy that was avoided by getting a free book on God’s gospel of hope to that little girl. You don’t get to see the exponential effect of the many silent services we render to God. But they are all recorded in heaven.

Anyway, this is the thought that crossed my mind as I wrote this piece. It gnaws at my heart, tugs me daily and says to me: when do we begin to support the Lord’s cause so His work be done.

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#supportDonut

Freely contact me on joshuababarinde@gmail.com or learn more about the book by visiting http://www.eatyourdonut.wordpress.com

 

Cheers,

Toluwanimi

“Donut” Muse: Reading Culture

Hello.

I remember when I was in primary school, I had to beg for books to read from rich friends in my class… all the Enid Blyton books; famous five, secret seven, R.L. Stines, Goosebumps… all the local books too [Tunde on the run, Eze goes to school etc.]. I practically consumed every book that passed by my nose…

I remember when I was in secondary school; the wife of the then state governor invited us for a reading programme. We were encouraged to read because “readers are leaders.”

I read and read and read… and It really paid off: It taught me proper diction, vocabulary and grammar, it gave me knowledge of the world out there even when my parents kept us at home… it exposed me to broad and sharp ways of thinking outside the box… and helped me weigh matters more objectively. Reading has formed me greatly… no doubt about that.

From the day I met my cousins, they all had books in hand, and the first place we visited after my arrival was the library and they picked 20 books [comics included]! No wonder their minds are sharp. They think wide and broad… they are star bound!

booksSomething has to be done about the reading culture of Nigerian young people. We do not read! Simple as that. From the word go, parents have not persuaded their children to read. They have not encouraged them with book gifts. It is not doing good!

Ask a Nigerian schoolchild to tell you about meteors or asteroids or types of snakes or the currency/independence history in Nigeria. He probably does not know. Alternatively, will tell you he has not been taught in class.

I remember the after exam periods, instead of playing rough and getting injured, I move to the library and read… of the first woman to fly over the English Channel, of Dinosaurs etc.

In the absence of real experiences, books suffice [I knew about differing time zones, planes and cloud types before I actually saw them in reality].

It even affects the spiritual: young people now know next to nothing about God’s word. They do not even know the number of books in the Bible and their classifications… they do not know the commonest Bible stories of my time… They cannot even open the Bible without looking at the content…

However, I am looking forward to the release of “Donut” and to see to it that teenagers READ the book! There’s a great transformation awaiting them within the pages of the book…

Let there be a revival of the reading culture.

#Donut #Readingculture #Campaign

Cheers,

Toluwanimi

Open Up!

We wanted to take our bath that Saturday morning but it felt awkward having to take our baths together. As we stared at ourselves in the ceramic bathtub, the unspoken words between my cousin and I were loud and clear.

No one wanted to remove his pants first.

Just about turning thirteen at that time, we were two young boys crazy about the new crop of pubic hair just beginning to sprout. It was private matter, not ‘public’ hair.

But my aunty didn’t understand that. She just prepared warm water in a single pail and closed the door behind her. She didn’t know that these boys were no longer small boys – thirteen years wasn’t a joke.

“What are they covering, let them bath together.” She must have thought.

Minutes passed and no one moved.

Finally, we reached a compromise: we agreed to pull down our pants at the same time – at the count of three.

One. Two. Three.

Down the covering went and I guess we must have giggled in the process. But, I can remember it wasn’t so embarrassing after all… we didn’t feel exposed. We were boys.

I think of this when I remember Jesus telling us to “Open up to Me.”

Well, not literarily, but what of when Jesus says “Are you tired? Worn out? Burned out on religion? Come to me. Get away with me and you’ll recover your life. I’ll show you how to take a real rest. Walk with me and work with me–watch how I do it. Learn the unforced rhythms of grace. I won’t lay anything heavy or ill-fitting on you. Keep company with me and you’ll learn to live freely and lightly”? [Matt 11:28-30]

It sounds to me like “Come to me and open up. I will not despise you. I will help you.”

When Jesus says come with me, he means open yourself to me. Let me help you.

There’s a high chance that you are like me: I had a crop of pubic hair to cover. You have dark pasts and present personal struggles, so bad that it’s shameful to speak of it in the open.

Opening up may sound like exposure. But it’s not shameful afterall. He knows our thoughts, our secrets and shameful details our lives. Those acts we would rather cover up.

But he wants to take these details upon himself and liberate us. God who knows the end from the beginning isn’t myopic in perspective. He chooses to see what He wants to make us and then works in us to get us there.

He will take us from where we are and help us work our way up. At the end of yourself is the beginning of God’s grace [Phil 2:13]

Surprisingly, it’s not shame you feel when you open up. Rather he wraps us with mercy and love and teaches us the way to go. Ps 32:8

Open up and be helped.

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Have a wonderful week,

Toluwanimi

What about me?

A nameless woman.

She had been afflicted with an inexplicable bleeding for twelve years. No doctor had been able to help. Her condition worsened daily. She was a rich widow, whose sickness had stripped her of her wealth. Maybe she was not a widow –maybe her husband deserted her – we would never know.

She was nameless now, her only appellation a daily reminder of her condition: the woman with the issue of blood. No one knew her real name – she wasn’t relevant to the society. Everywhere she went, people let her know she was a third class citizen, if not less.

The nature of her disease was still under study – no results yet. The scientists and doctors of her day had not come up with a cure or treatment. They could do little to help. In fact, they could do nothing. They had inspected, palpated, percussed and auscultated. No definite diagnosis. Even if they knew, there was no plan of management. Her blood, urine and stool samples did not lead them anywhere. If there was an imaging device, it picked nothing.

There was no treatment available. She had to die. She had lost hope.

Or maybe not, because when she heard that Jesus was in town, she got up, her mind making up a plan. She had to meet the man who claimed to be the Son of God – if he could help.

But there was a problem. Her condition had caused her immense shame so much that she could no longer go out. But somehow, she managed to follow the trail of footmarks, thanks to the crowd that bustled, jostled and shoved each other just to catch a glimpse of the man who said He is the Son of God – the King of Glory. They barely noticed her, save few people who quickly flinched away on seeing her, and muttered expletives at her, but she didn’t care.

She went on, taking the risk to trust Jesus. It’s worth a try, I could hear her say. She resigned like the three Hebrew children: Even if I get mocked, I will get my healing. And if I don’t, it will be worth a try.

The people bumped against each other, struggling to keep His face in their view, wanting to hear His words and to receive the miracles and healing.

She couldn’t struggle. But her determined mind thought, “if only I can touch Him.” Then she slipped through the slits between by touching bodies. Her movement might have been slow, nevertheless, progressive, and focused on the aim: to touch the hem of His robe.

Her body may be sick and weak, but her mind was strong as ever. While everyone seemed to want to see Jesus and hold His hand, she was satisfied with and believed she would receive her healing by touching the edge of Jesus’ robe.

So while others reached up, elbow to elbow with others, butting anyone that stands in the way, she stooped down and sought the hem of that seamless garment.

“Who touched me?” The Master stopped dead in His tracks.

What a ridiculous question. The disciples could not believe what they heard.

“But master, you’ve got crowds of people on our hands. Dozens have touched you.” Peter responded.

But Jesus identified a seeker’s touch, not a mistake or the touch of the vast crowd who were pressing against Him, most of whom were lost in the frenzy. It was the touch of a human, desperate to contact the divine – the touch that always made a difference.

Many people are caught up in the religious rat race. We jostle and shove and fight our way to attention, pulling others down in the process. We struggle to catch a glimpse of God’s kingdom with our activities and service in Church, but we know it’s just for the records. For the accolades men will rain on us and the reputation we would get.

The true Midas’ touch is not one motivated by excitement, not from sycophants or spectators. But it comes from the faith of the heart and the will of the mind. It is the touch of someone that seeks the King above all things.

“Someone touched me; I felt power discharging from me.” Jesus spotted a power attracting touch – the touch that alerts Heaven and gets God’s attention.

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When you touch Jesus, he calls you.
She realized she could not remain hidden. You can’t remain hidden when you touch Jesus. He will want to meet with you, because He’s excited on spotting a true worshipper.

She came trembling and fell at his feet. In the presence of all the people, she told why she had touched him and how she had been instantly healed. Then he said to her, “Daughter, your faith has healed you. Go in peace.”

She got her physical healing, and as you would expect, the spiritual one too. Jesus wouldn’t leave her without leading her into eternal life. He would give her the full package.

The touch of only a few persons makes a difference these days. Only a purposeful touch gets Jesus’ attention. A touch from the heart and mind prepared to meet Him. Not a show off but of a humble and believing heart. Isaiah 66:2

Many would still remember the Greek mythology of King Midas, who, as a gift for his hospitality, was given the ability to turn everything he touched to gold. But this touch got Him into trouble.
But there is a touch greater than that of Midas’. It is the touch that makes an eternal difference. It is when men touch God.

Why do you seek Jesus? What makes you happy? Is it when you stand as a spectator of signs and wonders? Is it to be known as ‘he saw Jesus’ or to really know Him as a person?

Seeking God’s visitation and habitation? All you need to do is to touch God.

In our daily application of this truth, humility is a touch that draws God’s attention. An obedient spirit is a Midas’ touch. A sincere prayer is a touch that calls heaven’s attention. A diligent study of God’s Word with a mind to know God and obey Him with all you have will bring down God’s power over your life. A heart ready to live for Christ is one that touches God too.

The woman with the issue of blood came humbly. When you touch God with a humble and sincere heart, he comes after you. He looks for you and meets your greatness need with His great goodness.

Have you touched God?

Toluwanimi

Speak peek

Hello friends,

Over the last weekend,  I’ve been working on a blog series for Easter composed of articles from my archives.

I’m almost through!!!

“Then said he unto them, Therefore every scribe which is instructed unto the kingdom of heaven is like unto a man that is an householder, which bringeth forth out of his treasure things new and old.”
-Matthew  13:52

Finally,  the Easter package from HeirWalk (www.heirwalk.wordpress.com) is almost ready…

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#Sneakpeek

Blessings,
Toluwanimi

Speak peek

Then said he unto them, Therefore every scribe which is instructed unto the kingdom of heaven is like unto a man that is an householder, which bringeth forth out of his treasure things new and old.
Matthew  13:52

Finally,  the Easter package from HeirWalk (www.heirwalk.wordpress.com) is almost ready…

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#Sneakpeek

Blessings,
Toluwanimi

Quiet Saturday (reblog)

Saturday is the least eventful of the 3 Easter days. Or is it the most eventful?
We really don’t do much on this day. Silence is more often than not subconsciously alluded to this day, while everyone looks forward to tomorrow.
Back then in the days, the same happened.
A sorrowful air could be felt everywhere, as those who managed to have the courage to go out carefully avoided the major streets. The soldiers by the streets corners, temple yard and market places were idle. They had no work on their hands – no one really wanted to cause another stir today. Even the mockers and dust raisers of yesterday’s crucifixion were sober now. Only the Chief Priests and Pharisees, those that seemed above the law were able to walk around, feeling like stars. They went to seek for military reinforcement to guard the tomb, so that “His disciples will not come by night, and steal Him away, and say unto the people. He is raised from the dead.”What absurdity.
The remarkable teacher, who taught as one with authority, had been done away with. He performed many miracles: opened blind eyes, healed the sick, and raised the dead. He even turned destinies around by turning the owners back to God. But all were now turned hazy in the minds of people, pushed to one corner by the memory of the harrowing experience of yesterday.
As they chose the nails and put it through his hands, people flinched in horror. Faces squeezed, heads wagged. This was heart wrenching – not the type of death you would wish even your enemy, not to talk of this good man. People had been crucified in the past, many, but there has not been one that attracted much viewership and mixed emotions as this man’s. Or this King’s.
What really turned heads that day? Was it His life, or His death? Was it the earthquake that accompanied His crucifixion?  Or the renting rocks? No one had had the forces of nature announce his or her death before. Was it the graves that were opened, the dead saints who came back to life or the ripping effect of His last breath? Those that were in the temple said the curtain rent, and with quick calculation, the time it did tallied with that when He breathed His last.
The effects of these events were unsettling but there was no one to explain what was happening. The faithful men that followed this phenomenal figure had fled the night before the last. The multitude had dispersed, returned to their normal lives, even if it wasn’t going to be as normal again, for the shock of the last few days’ events was too overwhelming.
This man had reached beyond the restrictions of social status and racial discrimination, and touched the heart of people. His touch was no ordinary one-it was like Midas’, the touch of Gold that changes lives. He raised brows as He toured round the country, declaring the good news of the Kingdom of the One He called His Father – God. Many had accepted it, and some had thrown it back to His face, spitting at Him in the process and mouthing the words, “No, Thanks.”
His life was short, but impactful. But now, even then, it seemed as if all was gone. The impact seemed absorbed by sorrow. And it was as if the dust settled when the man who called Himself the Son of God was killed.
But, deep down the core of this eventful day, beyond the view of mortal eyes, there was no such thing as silence. In the place where no man could watch and come to give us report, there was activity at its peak. The dead man up there had arrived down here.
The other day, they mocked him and told him to descend from the cross so they could see and believe that He is true. Now, not only did he descend from the cross, He descended to the lower parts of the earth, to finalize the victory that the cross brings. And everyone knew he meant business. He had come to collect the key. He had the sole right to, for He had been obedient even to the point of death on a cross.
He paid the price with His blood. And He reconciled us to God.
Tomorrow, Sunday, the world will come to the full knowledge and significance of the life and death of Christ.
He that descended is the same also that ascended up far above all heavens, that he might fill all things. He’s gone to be with the father, not without sending us a comforter, the Holy Spirit, who brings the divine conference into our lives every day. He prepares a place for as many that believe, and He will come to take them there, when it’s time.
Many Easter Sundays have come and gone but the value of Christ’s death and resurrection remains ever significant.
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It is finished. He has paved the way of reconciliation to God. And we all can have the life of God. We all can have peace, if we come to Him. God came down to earth so we can all go to heaven. He’s coming back for as many that believe.
Yes, when we believe in Jesus deep in our hearts, we are made right with God. And when we openly say that we believe in him, we are saved.
Yes, the Scriptures say, “Anyone who trusts in him will never be disappointed.”
It says this because there is no difference between those who are Jews and those who are not. The same Lord is the Lord of all people. And he richly blesses everyone who looks to him for help.
Yes, “everyone who trusts in the Lord will be saved.”
Will you trust in the Lord today?
References: John 20:17, Eph 4:8-10, Rom 10:10-13, others.

Barabbas

Hello friends,

This easter week, I’ve been thinking a lot about Barabbas,  the guy who was released in exchange for Jesus’ crucifixion.
His name, Bar-abba means son of the father. He was similar to Jesus in that he was a rebel leader… like they accused Jesus. (Mark 15:5-15)
He was physically released from prison but was he released from the grips of hell?
What happened to him after his release? Well… a book idea is coming up in my mind to explore his life… the what ifs of his childhood and youthful life… hope it forms soon enough.

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And…
I feel obliged to let you in on why I have been offline for a while…
There was a new twist to the dimension of my life in the past one week so remarkable that I had to hold off all I have been working on the blog for a while. But the “Six weeks” blog series I promised last weekend is still in the works and my experience is getting more exciting… also my “Donut” book publishing is making progress. But I may not have the liberty to share details now.
Hope to be online soon enough.

Thanks. Happy Easter.
Toluwanimi

Introducing ‘The Donut Project 2014’

Hello everyone!

This is a message every young person needs to hear. Take a break. Pause and consider this before you move on with your life; before you take your next decision. This message will determine what you will make of the rest of your life. Whatever your reaction is to the message, it will affect you. It will touch you and grip you by your broken point and touch that sensitive part of your make-up!

It’s the story of the ring Donut.

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Can you describe this lip-licking picture- what does this look like?

Well, if you said it is a box of ring donuts – round, puffy, glazed with ice toppings and chocolate spread or coconut crusts and candy streaks, you are right. It’s probably hot and freshly baked.

Hanson Gregory is referred to as the American inventor of the ring donut. The 16-year old sailor at that time disliked the raw centre of regular donuts so he invented the ringed donut by creating a hole with a tin pepperbox. No more raw-core donuts.

But then, he also helped illustrate the world’s most important question, which I did not mention in my description – It has a hole in the centre. Round, puffy, glazed with ice toppings and chocolate spread or coconut crusts. Hot freshly baked…

BUT has a hole in the centre!

Imagine a boy [or girl] like that – who has all he could ever ask for in life – wealth, beauty, intelligence, ideas… that chap will be the coolest guy on the block. But if he has got a hole at the centre of his heart, it’s really not worth it!

Sad story is – MOST YOUNG PEOPLE TODAY ARE GOING ABOUT THE STREETS WITH A HOLE AT THE CENTRE OF THEIR HEARTS, A LARGE GAP AT THE CORE OF THEIR BEING.

Looking Inwards

The teen years are like a trip down a hallway lined with doors. Behind each door lurks a temptation. Drugs, alcohol, sex outside marriage, and many others. Those doors used to be open only a crack. Today, they’ve been taken off their hinges. As you move into your teen years, to high school and beyond, you will walk down that hallway. Temptations will glitter and sparkle from all sides. The doors don’t carry signs that warn you of the consequences of the temptation, which can change your life in an instant and forever. You will have to choose whether to walk into the rooms, or with God’s help, to resist and walk straight down the hallway.

– Katherine Winkler 

Today’s teenagers are so… well, how would you describe them anyway. I’m just 22 but I feel like 50 in terms of the gap between my era and the blossoming generation of teens.

Seriously, there is a huge difference in the challenges and peculiarities of teenagers today. The internet was not much of a big deal in my teenage years. We weren’t that exposed to technology that was still in its formative stages in Nigeria anyway. Life was paced slower – and you didn’t have as much freedom to do whatever you liked. There was guidance from an elder on what to do. You really didn’t have to question what elders told you about life – they were right for the most part.

Not now! The lid has been flung off – there’s so much information and freedom of choice that we often leave truth aside. Parents are no longer at home with the children – they are on the rat race to put food on the table.

You know how it is now – even the primary school kid has an android – information is at your fingertips. Every young person wants to be on TV or at least wants to be a star. Fashion, sex, and money are topics not whispered anymore. It’s everywhere in the media and the young people are glaring at it.

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But then, this is great! It’s great to be strong and to want to make an impact.

Knowledge, technology and freedom by far brings out the best in young people. The internet has made it easy for teens to be heard. But then, it’s also bringing out our worst. It’s influencing us more negatively than positively. It’s making us dummies at heart – devoid of truth.

In my days [I’m not that old], we did more of outdoor games. We related with peers on a face-to-face basis. We understood what it meant to sweat and get our hands covered in dirt and happiness and to run upstairs to wash up and clean up the house when Dad honks as the car approaches. He didn’t want us to play ball always.

In my time [some years ago anyway] TV programmes were censored. We had limited channels and even more limited access to those – not that there wasn’t pornography or nudity or all those vices, but it’s now thrown open in the street – on every billboard, every movie screen, every internet page, and every fashion fad.

Teenage pregnancy was a big deal then because we had just few cases. Now, there’s no shame in it anymore. More teenagers are getting involved in sex as lesser ages – and they know how to conceal it from their parents.

If only we could realize that this freedom is boring a large hole at the core of our being. While it’s glazing us all up and making us ‘tusher’, it’s making us like ringed donuts – puffy, glazed and iced on the outside but empty at the core!

Young people take pride in their strength, but the gray hairs of wisdom are even more beautiful.

 – Pro 20:29 CEV

Teenage life is the best of all – it is the period of your strength. You can do all you want to do! You can achieve big things with your life you can dream big and go to work to make it a reality. Don’t waste the energy on the empty life.

Let me share a bit of my insights with you so that you can at least weigh the pros and cons of this great life ahead of you and make a right choice!

Technology and globalization has by far brought out the best in us. Let’s not allow it to make us worse.

Emptiness and Evil has been painted colourful these days. Peer pressure, Sex, Drugs, Rebellion, romance. We faced these too, but then, you are facing a gamut of other things.

I feel for you, friends!

A lesson from the Megaloblast.

I happen to be a medical student and I glean many life lessons from school. Folic acid and Vitamin B12 are essential to red blood cell production. In the deficiency of these substances in our bodies, the red cell nuclei development is impaired. While the red cell cytoplasm grows, its genetic maturation isn’t so upbeat. Megaloblastic Anaemia means the red cells show delayed nuclear and functional maturation relative to cytoplasm due to defective DNA synthesis.

In essence, the red cell [megaloblast] is puffy outside, but defective at the core. So it can’t function and survive as it should. You know, megaloblasts are like ring donuts. They are puffy, glazed, iced but have a hole at their centre – empty at the core.

Young people are energetic and committed to what they love. I’m sure you want your life to make meaning… but then, the world today has found a way to always squeeze us into the mold of materialism and instant gratification.

We have been made to believe that young people are clueless about life. I agree that most young people are actually clueless. But I have also always seen young people being used by God in the Bible.

So the disadvantage is not the young age, but the godlessness – the depravity of our world that has eaten deeply into the crevices of our being. We get the stuffs, but within, we are sad and pressed behind. The media thinks we are no good so it paints a picture of what we should be – slim, lazy, crazy!

That is why I’m launching the Donut Project – a rebellion against the Donut life – which is empty even though it might be cool…

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I am so passionate about young people. Since I left secondary school, I have had the passion burning within – which has refused to be extinguished. I want you to make a great influence in life, to fulfil purpose – to be the right teenager!

Without GOD, you might be puffy all right – fabulous, rich, brilliant, boxed up, handsome or beautiful – but nonetheless EMPTY.

So, I’m creating a blog on www.eatyourdonut.wordpress.com

This blog will feature articles and awareness that will lead to the release of my first book by the name Donut, which itself is not the end, but a means to an end. Give it a try – follow me on the blog or Facebook. You will not regret a minute of your time, I promise!

From one person God made all nations who live on earth, and he decided when and where every nation would be. God has done all this, so that we will look for him and reach out and find him. He isn’t far from any of us,

– Acts 17:26-27 [CEV]

I will post regular articles, updates and awareness about this move out of the empty life. I wish you would check it out as soon as possible and follow the blog. At least see what this is all about – you might not know the impact this is going to have on your life for good.

Tomorrow, we will discuss more! Check back please.

Cheers!

TOluwanimi

HeirWalk 11 is out

Hey! I have had trouble getting good internet connection in the last few hours. I’ve finally gottent through. Let me drop this now before something else happens.

It is the Spirit who gives life; the flesh profits nothing. The words that I speak to you are spirit, and they are life.

John 6:63 [NKJV]

Jesus said this of the words he spoke to his disciples while he was on earth. The same is true of all God’s words which he speaks today. Those impactful words will not return to Him void. As they created the world, they still make the things happen that He wants to happen, and they succeed in doing what He sends them to do.

HeirWalk 11 is out and it is available to you for free if you click the link below:

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This february HeirWalk issue is tagged Inspirations.

Three of my writer friends will be sharing one thing from what the Lord has taught them since the year started. Like Isaiah, they will be providing soothing words to you from their bank of divine inspiration [Isaiah 50:4]. I hope that this will stimulate you to pay attention to God’s voice as he speaks to you daily. Read and be blessed.

I will put up another big post very soon!

Click on heirwalk 11 to download.

Cheers!

Toluwanimi