Goodnews Missions Relationship Salvation


I know of a woman who deals in gold. She sources for them and sells them. We call her Iya.

Iya goes through so many processes before she gets to the point of sale for her gold chains. Her account game is top-notch. She cares for her gold like she would her children because she knows she was giving value to her customers.

One morning, as she walked around her store taking stock, she noticed one of her gold chains was missing. She instructed her shop assistants to make a clean sweep of the store. They swept and searched multiple times that day with no gold chain to show for it. As she sat looking at her shop assistants attend to customers, she could not take her mind off the gold chain. She got up and swept the store again by herself this time but the gold chain remained missing.

Her shop assistants kept looking at her like she was a mystery. They could not stop whispering. It is only a gold chain, one said. This store is filled with thousands of gold jewelry and she’s bothering herself with one tiny piece of gold, another said. They could not hide their surprise. They kept looking at her with so much surprise. Anytime she implores them to sweep or search again, they did grudgingly because they expected her to let it be. The gold chain is missing and that’s it. That should be the least of Iya’s worries.

Every day when Iya resumes at the store, she would ask if they perchance saw the gold chain. She wondered if they are even helping to look for it. Her shop assistants could not understand why a gold chain should bother her that much.

After thirty days of searching, Iya found her gold chain beside the bin. Her joy knew no bounds. She gathered all her friends and neighbors, throwing a party – sumptuous meals were the order of the day.

Iya screamed repeatedly at the top of her voice, “come and celebrate with me, I had lost my precious gold chain, but now I have found it” 

This was Iya’s response every time something went missing, and she found it in the most unlikely places, another time it was her brooch, after one year she found it where her husband kept his carpentry materials. The most beautiful materials were continuously found in places where they had no business being. Iya never failed to throw a party! Her reaction never shook, the same steady joy and love at finding those things again.

This is Lord’s reaction to soul winning.

The question is, are we like the shop assistants? Are we working with the Lord to ensure all lost souls come back to him?

This is one way you can bring joy to the Lord. How well are you doing this? 

Goodnews Missions


Mark 16:15- “As you go into all the world, preach openly the wonderful news of the Gospel to the entire human race’’.

My mother used to tell me that her mother had beautiful feet. She meant it literally. Her feet were fair and frail, you will think that they’d snap at the slightest pressure. My Grandmother’s name was Kemi. She had a corner shop about fifteen steps from our house, and she never failed to play music. We used to call her Maami. Maami was eighty-eight years, and she evangelized always as she took the fifteen steps from our house to her shop. She was always ready to tell somebody about God.

Today was the day that we buried Maami. My mother had a story to tell about her;

Maami always told of her time with the Bangubangu people in Congo. Maami was only five days into the age of twenty-two and she constantly felt like she needed to be doing something. She was always tired and constantly felt unfulfilled. The opportunity to travel came and she just couldn’t say no, they were to leave in less than a week and the requirement was that you had to be Christian.

Maami was going to go, even if her mother thought it irrational.

Maami and her beautiful feet walked the roads of Bangubangu. For a month, because of how little she knew the only truth she was certain of enough to tell the people there was that God loved them. So, for every day in her first month, she’d walk up to people, hug them and tell them that God loved them.

In every inconvenience, discomfort, and cruelty, Maami fed the people three words that she knew without a doubt.

Two months down, and she wasn’t finished. She had just begun, and in every other place, she went, in different countries, she labored for God. Telling and showing people God’s love.

My Mother ended by saying that Maami had beautiful feet, and I am now reminded of the lyrics; How beautiful are the feet of they that carry the Gospel. Now it makes a little more sense.

PS: Not everyone will have the capacity or even the ability to get to unreached people groups, but in the circles that you find yourself in, be reminded of the great commission- not just in words, let everything you do be coated in the love of God. Let the words from your mouth not be in contradiction to the words of the Bible. Talk to people about God shamelessly.

Christmas Goodnews Relationship Salvation The Gospel


From the birth to the ascension of Christ, you and I were at the center of the Lord’s redemption plan. And as Christmas approaches, we are reminded of these valuable gifts.

On the first day of Christmas, the Perfect Lover gave to me – A promise of a conception of the one who would love me just as He does. Isiah 7:14

On the second day of Christmas, the Perfect Lover gave to me – His First-Born Son wrapped in cloths and placed in a manger. His humility personified in his birth. Luke 2:7

On the third day of Christmas, the Perfect Lover gave to me – A clear understanding of His supremacy. Angels, the Shepherds, Simeon, and Anna, all glorifying the one whose love is supreme. ‘’Glory to God in the highest Heaven’’. Luke 2:8-20

On the fourth day of Christmas, the Perfect Lover gave to me – My Teacher of what was, what is and what is to come. My Lord was preaching in temples, three days went by and still unfound. Luke 2:41 -52

On the fifth day of Christmas, the Perfect Lover gave to me – The Miracle Worker. The One who came for all and was not ready to leave any behind Acts 10:38

On the sixth day of Christmas, the Perfect Lover gave to me – The Perfect Prayer. All of my desire, wants, need, the reason I am on earth wrapped up in the words only Christ can give. Matthew 6:5-15

On the seventh day of Christmas, the Perfect Lover gave to me – My Savior. Scourged. Beaten. Nailed. All for me. Matthew 27:27-44

On the eighth day of Christmas, the Perfect Lover gave to me – His Resurrection. Christ defeated death. He fought and got the keys of life so I might have eternity to look forward to. Mark 16:1-20

On the ninth day of Christmas, the Perfect Lover gave to me – His Mandate. His Will. The one act I can do to give Heaven so much joy. Matthew 27:27-44

On the tenth day of Christmas, the Perfect Lover gave to me – A part of Himself, The Holy Spirit – to keep, guide, and remind me of His Word, Acts, and Love till He comes to take me home. John 14:26

Ten days to Christmas with each day a reminder of the gift Christ gave us for our Christian journey.

Missions Missions Salvation The Gospel



I have always wanted a grand wedding.

Flowers and light.

An event that was pure bliss, nothing more and nothing less.

I have always wanted grand gestures and public affection. A love that was not shy and ashamed.

I have always been a giver; you can be sure I wanted a giver too.

I wanted all of these things, and a list of another million – I got them and lost them.

The greatest of all that I have lost is time.

The time I wasted sinking in undeserving thoughts and rejecting all of the love that was being offered to me. For the years I stayed looking for things that I would not even accept if they were given to me, it was like a treasure hunt. Looking for what you would not use because of the thoughts that you were not good enough.

I stayed longing for things I wasn’t ready for. It was tragic.


I have always known God too. The type of knowing where you walk across the street from someone that is really a stranger but you shout a ‘Hi’ with excitement that has no root. That is how I knew God. That is what it was, surface-level knowledge. I popped in when I was drenched in needs and disappeared when satisfaction was my stench. I don’t know why and I don’t know how but this relationship might have as well been called complacency.

This was me. Screaming from the rooftops that God was good and not really knowing God’s goodness. Testifying of his love, and not accepting his love. Talking of his mercies and not understanding his mercy. I was the opposite of everything I said. No vulnerability.


I don’t know whether to say I found God, or he found me. I like to think he wooed me.

He gave me sixty and six love letters, each one explaining why I am deserving of his love.  A bundle of reasons why guilt should be non-existent. He used Paul to show me how significant I was to him no matter what I had done, and David to explain that nothing I had ever done was too much for him to forgive.

He showed me Esther, the kind of confidence that comes with his love, and Hosea the selflessness of his love. Lot to show his goodness and Joseph to show that he was all I needed.

I was convinced that with this love, there was no betrayal. He was honest and he wouldn’t let me down.


Standing here, owning that I am fearfully and wonderfully made- regal in a way that drapes and satin cannot make me. Confident and sure of eternity with my lover. He starts his vows;

Whispering to me, his voice dressed with strength. Each word clear- without confusion;

“You didn’t choose me. I chose you. I have proved my passionate love for you, by dying in your place. I am a safe place of shelter. I’ll never stop believing in the best for you”.

“When you fail to love me back, I will not be defeated. I’ll never give up on you. There is nothing that will separate you from my love, this love will triumph”.

“Our love is perfect and drives away all guilt. Yesterday does not matter, I still love you I want my love to continually nourish your heart.”

“These are my promises”.

With tears in my eyes- not tears of unbelief but of gratitude, that I am known fully and loved just as much, we share a warm embrace.

This wedding beat my wildest imaginations, best believe.