I had searched for truth for a long time, but when I found it…

I had searched for truth for a long time, but when I found it, I nearly hated myself, I somehow regretted for ever understanding it, it has become too obvious to reject, deny or pretend to misunderstand…it’s too real to forsake…

That truth seems to demand death…i have checked my account and i think i can pay the price and still have much balance left (Matt 24:9).

When the fear of death stings me, I try to remember that I am not the first to die- IT THEN GIVES ME JOY…It is then I remember Whitney Houston, it is then I remember one like Ojukwu, it is then i remember Lucky Dube, it is then I remember some dead Heroes…I mean I remember the Black Hebrew Martyrs..Then I remember that I am not the first to die, neither will I be the last… I priced truth and I was told it would cost me sincerity, pain, luxury and happiness; and so I paid for it…I also priced eternal life, and I was told it will cost me greater pain, persecution, rejection and death FOR THE SAKE OF HIS NAME…if my death would end the world; then let me die AND DIE AGAIN..The ones who wished not to die have actually died/are dying… they refused to understand the truth (BECAUSE THEY ARE MORE CONCENTRATED ON PURSUING MONEY, MIRACLES AND LUSTS- as though they are the first to do so,) NOR did they adopt the one they understood AND SO HISTORY IS REPEATING ITSELF…

The truth certainly appears with all that makes it truth, like a NEW FLOWER BRINGING FORTH ITS FRESH LEAF…it may have taking long in the ground, AS THOUGH IT DOESN’T EXIST, AS THOUGH IT’S DEAD, but the very force that propels it does not miss its season and time.

HE LIVES IN ME!