(A long read, but worth your time, please read to the end.) I once listened to one of the preachings of Apostle Joshua Selman titled “ The Spirit of Envy ” which he gave in Kenya last year August. It was a message that didn’t just touch the surface of human behavior, it pierced deep into the truth about why people often resent those who carry the vision to build, change, and develop. Apostle Selman shared that one of the strangest battles of destiny is not against enemies from afar, but from those who should have been your biggest supporters. Those who should clap for you are often the ones who quietly hope you fail, not because you have done anything wrong, but because your progress exposes their comfort in mediocrity. Some time ago, I read a story about a young man from Kenya who decided to change the fate of his small rural community. The village had been forgotten for decades, no clean water, no access roads, no school beyond the primary level. He left home to study in Nairobi, and...
In church today, I listened carefully to what my Pastor preached. It was one of those rare sessions that forces you to unlearn, relearn, and learn, a message that pierces the heart and exposes the quiet things we often ignore. He spoke about the Spirit of Error, and as I sat there, I couldn’t help but realize how dangerous, silent, and deceptive that spirit truly is. It’s when the spirit of error enters a man that he begins to see his benefactor as nothing. The same person who once prayed for his success now looks like a threat. The voice that once guided him now sounds like control. The path that once felt divine suddenly feels restrictive. That’s what the spirit of error does, it twists perception, making light look like darkness and wisdom feel like manipulation. The Bible captures this deception clearly in 1 John 4:6 , where the Apostle John wrote, “We are of God: he that knoweth God heareth us; he that is not of God heareth not us. Hereby know we the spirit of truth, ...
There is something about the way I was raised that made caring come naturally to me. I grew up believing that life’s true measure isn’t in what you have, but in what you give. Over the years, that belief shaped how I relate with people, family, friends, even strangers. I have always been the one who wants to see others smile, even if it costs me my own comfort. It’s not an exaggeration to say I could give my last kobo to someone in need. I have done it before, too many times to count. Someone calls, someone cries, someone explains how bad things are, and even if I don’t have much, I’ll find a way to make something happen. Sometimes it’s not even because I have plenty, but because I can’t stand the thought of someone I care about suffering while I still have something left. But here’s the part I never used to talk about, the flip side of that generous heart. Because while I have built a reputation for being kind and dependable, I have also learned that caring without control...
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