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My Parable of the parable.

Guys, read this:
Luke 15: 8-10

“Or what woman, having ten [silver] drachmas [each one equal to a day’s wages], if she loses one coin, does not light a lamp and sweep the house and look carefully and diligently until she finds it?
9And when she has found it, she summons her [women] friends and neighbors, saying, Rejoice with me, for I have found the silver coin which I had lost.
10Even so, I tell you, there is joy among and in the presence of the angels of God over one [[e]especially] wicked person who repents ([f]changes his mind for the better, heartily amending his ways, with abhorrence of his past sins).


I now understand the parable of the lost coin better. I’ll explain.


Two weeks ago I wrote something important in this big notebook in the picture. A week later, I needed to use the information. I couldn’t find the book. I was surprised. I wasn’t careless with it at all. I was even sure it never left my room. Still, I didn’t locate the book. Life went on without that information.
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Early this morning, while preparing to go with a group of people for a conference, I began to search for “the parable of the dollars” in that picture. I bought this book three weeks ago. I read the preface and was happy it’s a loaded book. I hoped to read it later. Today would’ve been the ‘later’. I’d just read it when I’m less busy during my outing.
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However I couldn’t find the book. A complete mystery. I searched my book pile over and over again. It was obviously not there but my eyes would not receive that report. My eyes kept going over each of the books. It troubled me a lot. I can’t lose my books. I didn’t give it to anyone. Where is my new book?
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I recieved a call that the group I was to go with was ready. I left unsatisfied and the first thing I told my friend when I saw her was “I can’t find my book”. That was my preoccupation for a long time. My missing book.
Tonight, I searched again. Still missing from my book pile. Then I got on all fours and pulled out a drawer of another completely different set of books.
Finally, both of these books were buried under those books.
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I rejoiced. The first thing I did was take a picture and type to the same friend on whatsapp “I’ve found my books”.
Then I understood.
If scripture says the woman lit up a lamp, took a broom and swept everywhere carefully and diligently until she found the lost coin, then it must be true.
She didn’t think “I have other coins“. I also didn’t think “I have other books”. I didn’t say this book is worth just a little amount and I’ll replace it. I did everything for it.
One book but every one book matters to me.
One soul but every one soul matters to God. When I found it, I, immediately in a spirit of merriment, took a picture and sent it to my friend. I was in essence saying come and rejoice with me. Again, I’m telling you all, come and rejoice with me. I’ve found my missing book that matters to me. I’m serious.
But beyond that, does the whole of heaven really do what I did? Does the host of heaven go down all all fours, digging and digging and digging for one soul? Searching for “just” one sinner?
Did they do that for me? Are they doing that for you or for that person you love?
Wow.
Wow.


And what’s up with this rhyme, people? The book is “the parable of dollars”, in reference to the story of the parable of talents in the bible.
The story I quoted in the post above is the parable of the lost coin. My own experience is the parable of the lost book. 😊
Please rejoice with me. And forever remember how interested heaven is in you and yours. Just remember all fours!

A Fresh Perspective of Heaven!

Hiii Precious people. Debby here again.😊 I’d love to know some more about my silent blog readers. If you won’t comment, make efforts to say hi by using the ‘get in touch’ option in the drop down menu Enjoy this read on heaven.

Something divinely inspired always leaves a trail in its wake. You know in the subsequent years that it was no ordinary act.
This is my line of thought as regards this song “ijoba orun“. I guess most Nigerians know the song I’m referring to. It’s a Yoruba song which reigned some seven or eight years ago. It was so popular, and almost everywhere you went someone’s phone rang and it was their ringtone.
It was also the cliché choreography music for children and teenagers in every church. It was everywhere. It spoke to us all.
I listened to the song some minutes ago and I still am as I type this. This is a link to it on YouTube to refresh your spirit.
It reminds me wholly of two messages I listened to last week preached by Pastor Sarah Omakwu, Senior pastor of Family worship Center, Abuja (Messages one and two). She emphasised in both messages how the subject of heaven is rarely ever a topic in our Sunday messages anymore. Heaven is a beauty. It’s our reward as faithful chrisrians, its our place. It’s where I aspire to. I don’t just want dominion here on earth, I also want to reign with Jesus in heaven. You know what scripture passage best exemplifies this?

1corinthians 15:19 “if in this world only we have hope in Christ, we are of all men to be pitied”

It means if all our Christianity would do for us is grant us victory down here on earth, we’re the most miserable of all men. We go through so much for that to be all. I don’t just have financial victory and physical health, some unbelievers achieve that. I have hope beyond here! And so do you as a Christian. I have hope beyond here!
A great crown of glory awaits me in heaven. It’s my habour. It’s where I get to have the beautiful and engaging conversations I love to have, and it will be with Abraham, and Daniel and Deborah. It’s the place where I see Jesus.
I think we must never lose touch of home. That’s why it’s home. When you’ve lost touch, it’s no longer home. When it’s no longer the place of your best memories, when you don’t have loved ones there, it’s not home. Heaven is my home. I’m only an ambassador on here, this is temporary and I must not lose sight of that.

Matthew 6:19 (New International Version)

“Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moths and vermin destroy, and where thieves break in and steal.”

God bless the music artist(Lara George) that composed that song. Listen to it again, will you?
What do you think?
Peace and love,
Debby.

In the face of death

Now Cynthia lay unmoving but still breathing, eyelids slowly shutting. Kene panicked. One rule from years of watching movies is that dying people should never close their eyes. she rocked her friend.
“please open your eyes. don’t close them. open them”. Cynthia’s fingers were cold and thick. Kene remembered times her own fingers were swollen lifeless after holding ice-block.she chocked on the thought of lifeless. Earlier on, Cynthia had been moaning in deep pain and screaming “please. don’t touch me. i I won’t tell anyone you came. please”. the agony swept through Kene leaving her shaking like a leaf blown by the wind. now Cynthia was quiet but alive. Kene had heard it said that delirium is an anesthetic. Her friend no longer looked like she was feeling pain. The cold night air blew Kene’s hair as she stayed crouched by her friend in the open back jeep.
The driver drove recklessly, speeding past all vehicles. Kene had no thoughts for that. she rocked her friend again.
she found herself singing i love you. you love me, and as she sang to the barney song, something within her dropped and made her think she should be asking for forgiveness of sin in case it would be her last time. Hot tears streamed down her face at this. Emotions chocked her voice she couldn’t sing.
Cynthia was going to live. They were going to have babies in their families in future, and exchanging stories on parenting. They were going to be Christians who didn’t need to confess their sins, with death afloat. It wasn’t going to end here.
So she sang i love you, you love me. we’re best friends like friends should be. A loud siren made her look up. An ambulance drove past them on the other side of the dual carriage. “she’s here. The precious one is here” Kene croaked to herself “she’s here”.
Her friend vomited again. This time,  the puke was with blood. It all looked surreal.
i love you. you love me. we’re best friends like friends should be. with a great big hug and a kiss from me to you. won’t you say you love me too? she wiped the catarrh from her nose and lips. “common say it Cynthia”
”uhm?” Cynthia slurred. Kene gave in to grieve. she buried her head in the crook of her knees.
The Jeep came to a stop. she looked up and recognized the familiar UNIVERSITY COLLEGE HOSPITAL as the driver collected the tally and sped in again. “we’re here” she looked at her friend, she paled  “no no no no. we’re here”