Fading Universe 

Firstly, I would want to thank you for your audience at every point in time, for your patience in reading my write-ups, for your love in sharing the write-ups and allievating aching hearts. It’s been a long time since I wrote on my blog, not cos my ink was finished, not because I was weary of writing, but because I have always had a busy and hectic day, I tried combining blogging with my business but it always left me worn and torn. Time would come when I would write relentlessly and inspiration for the people would come spontaneously, always believe in yourself, believe God and you shall rise above your expectations. 

A friend of mine sent me this message on whatsapp, she is actually the wife to one of my pastors, a devout woman worthy of emulation, so I decided to share this message to the world, and to whom it may concern, cos definitely this has to do with all human race.I thought of a title to give to this then I wrote; Fading Universe

Please read and reflect on this:

​A preacher was driving home one night with his wife and two daughters in the car. It was raining and dark and because of the intensity of the rain he could hardly see past his headlights. On the way he had to drive over a huge bridge. There were signs posted all along the bridge that said “DO NOT PICK UP HITCH-HIKERS.” There was an institution for the criminally insane near the base of the bridge and sometimes people would escape from it and try to hitch a ride. On this particular night, as he turned his car on to the bridge, he had to drive exceptionally slow because he could hardly see the road. Somewhere near the top of the bridge a man suddenly appeared in the headlights. He was soaked, standing in the middle of the road with his shirt off frantically waving it over his head and screaming.

This preacher’s wife began to say, “Oh please don’t stop, try to drive around him!” But the man was unavoidable and there was nowhere for the car to go to miss him. So he had to stop the car and as soon as he did, the man slapped his hand down on the hood of the car and was screaming at the top of his lungs. The preacher looked over at his wife and said to lock the door after him and not to unlock it until he returned. His family was now crying and pleading with him not to get out of the car. He opened the door and stepped outside…He was immediately soaked from the rain. As he approached the front of the car to grab the man, all of a sudden he could make out what the man was screaming, “THE BRIDGE IS OUT! THE BRIDGE IS OUT! A BUS LOAD OF KIDS JUST WENT OVER!” As these words registered in the pastor’s mind, he looked back in the car at his wife and two daughters. He wrapped his arm around the man and wept in gratitude. The preacher stood there with the man for the next half-hour in the middle of the road, waving his jacket above his head screaming.”THE BRIDGE IS OUT! THE BRIDGE IS OUT!”

For a lost and a dying world, “THE BRIDGE IS OUT!” For a people heading to a Christless Eternity,”THE BRIDGE IS OUT!”

where are the men and the women who will stand in the middle of the road and forbid people to perish ?

HELL HAS OPENED IT’S MOUTH WIDE AND MANY ARE SPEEDING INTO IT. Where are those who will stand in the gap, on the streets, the highways and the byways to forbid multitudes with the Gospel of JESUS CHRIST from going to such a horrible place ?


Lovely Thoughts For LovelyPeople Just Like You. Always Remember JESUS Loves You . …..         

Share this message to all your friends, both Saved and unsaved THE BRIDGE IS OUT.!
Faithful C. C👥          Expounded this 📚🔭


Lessons from Queen Esther 


Reserved , modest, quiet, humble, self-controlled and hidden. These adjectives probably don’t conjure up images of a person that could be considered as a hero. They don’t seem to describe the type of person who would put her life on the line for others, be a public figure and a person of control and power. But they are. These are the very words that describe Queen Esther, a woman whose body, mind, soul and actions affected reality and changed the world.

Esther was taken as the queen against her will. She was chosen for her exceptional beauty, and yet it was actually what the king didn’t see that attracted him to her.  The former queen, Vashti, was a woman who garnered her attention by displaying her body at royal gatherings. While her body itself was attractive, that was her only positive quality.

I believe the things that I have experienced in my life to been the most painful have turned out to be the very things that catapulted me into the very arms of God and have left me with a burning desire to share my experience, strength, and hope as a result. I have taken a lesson from Esther!

As a single woman whose external body is deemed attractive coupled with my quiet, reserved, modest and self- controlled personality.  I’m easily misjudged by others. At times, it’s the closest people in my life that feel the need to suggest ideas about my beauty and dating in this season. External pressures at times tend to have their tag and pull. However, as a child of the most-high God, I know that my identity and beauty comes from Him. My beauty is not a mere body for others to see and make judgement on, but one that represents God’s glory and faithfulness. I am driven to hide under the extravagant love of God, lavish love that can never be taken away.
Ironically, Vashti in many ways can be viewed as the modern-day woman. She was confident, attractive, outgoing, fearless and bold. She had no problem showing off her body to a room full of people. However, her goal was purely self-oriented. She cared for nothing other than her ego. This is why, as soon as her body didn’t look good, wasn’t attractive for a public viewing, only then did she hide resulting to her disobedience and thus her dethronement as queen.

As a modern day single Esther, your lessons should be ; I am purposely here for a reason, designed with specific innate gifts and talents only known to me and my creator. I am unique as a snowflake or fingerprint, always let me inner beauty shine. My body and beauty is designed for God’s glory and not for self ambitions. I am the best version of myself, a limited edition! God has me in this season for such a time as this, God’s divine timing is immaculate and always the best. Pleasing God brings God’s favor, I am to remain principled in every endeavor of my life. I am to never lose hope or be fearful, no matter how hopeless the situations may seem.
Faithful C. C👥

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Faithful C. C👥

Building Bridges

Once upon a time two brothers who lived on adjoining farms fell into conflict. It was the first serious rift in 40 years of farming side by side, sharing machinery, and trading labor and goods as needed without a hitch.

Then the long collaboration fell apart. It began with a small misunderstanding and it grew into a major difference, and finally it exploded into an exchange of bitter words followed by weeks of silence.
One morning there was a knock on John’s door. He opened it to find a man with a carpenter’s toolbox. “I’m looking for a few days work,” he said.
“Perhaps you would have a few small jobs here and there. Could I help you?”
“Yes,” said the older brother. “I do have a job for you. Look across the creek at that farm. That’s my neighbor, in fact, it’s my younger brother. Last week there was a meadow between us and he took his bulldozer to the river levee and now there is a creek between us. Well, he may have done this to spite me, but I’ll go him one better. See that pile of lumber curing by the barn? I want you to build me a fence – an 8-foot fence – so I won’t need to see his place anymore. Cool him down, anyhow.”
The carpenter said, “I think I understand the situation. Show me the nails and the post-hole digger and I’ll be able to do a job that pleases you.”
The older brother had to go to town for supplies, so he helped the carpenter get the materials ready and then he was off for the day.
The carpenter worked hard all that day measuring, sawing, nailing.
About sunset when the farmer returned, the carpenter had just finished his job. The farmer’s eyes opened wide, his jaw dropped.
There was no fence there at all. It was a bridge… a bridge stretching from one side of the creek to the other! A fine piece of work handrails and all – and the neighbor, his younger brother, was coming across, his hand outstretched.
“You are quite a fellow to build this bridge after all I’ve said and done.”
The two brothers stood at each end of the bridge, and then they met in the middle, taking each other’s hand. They turned to see the carpenter hoist his toolbox on his shoulder. “No, wait! Stay a few days. I’ve a lot of other projects for you,” said the older brother.
“I’d love to stay on,” the carpenter said, “but, I have many more bridges to build.”

We should help angered people build bridges and not fences. We shouldn’t be so fast to tear down relationships and disembody careers and future aspirations.

My dear reader, I would want you to remember this, building fences give limit and restraints to Love, but the thinnest bridge reminds those that once passes through of the help and unity of yesterday, the joy of today and the hope of tomorrow.A broken bridge can make a FRIEND become FOE

Let us build bridges and not fences

Faithful C. C👥           Elaborated this📚🔒


My mum sent me this article on one of the social platforms, she had me read this aloud to her hearing not because she hasn’t read it, but because she wanted to make sure I read it and made meaning out of it, I read it out while she listened, I needed no Councillor or interpreter to make me understand, it was clear and concise, it touched my very soul, it beat my imagination, though it could  be a fiction I loved it and I enjoy  getting the best out of every thing motivating and Inspiring, so I thought within myself  “If a donkey could resist defeat, I am far more better and smarter than that donkey”, and from that moment I got a whole new perspective towards life.

Stand on your problems, when darkness and challenges hit your back and hits you hard in the head, you should shake it off and stand taller. Read the article below and speak life to your self. 

One day a farmer’s donkey fell down into a well.

The animal cried piteously for hours as the farmer tried to figure out what to do.

Finally, he decided the animal was old, and the well needed to be covered up anyway;

it just wasn’t worth it to retrieve the donkey.

He invited all his neighbors to come over and help him.

They all grabbed a shovel and began to shovel dirt into the well.

At first, the donkey realized what was happening and cried horribly. Then, to everyone’s amazement he quieted down.

A few shovel loads later, the farmer finally looked down the well.

He was astonished at what he saw.

With each shovel of dirt that hit his back, the donkey was doing something amazing.

He would shake it off and take a step up.

As the farmer’s neighbors continued to shovel dirt on top of the animal, he would shake it off and take a step up. Pretty soon, everyone was amazed as the donkey stepped up over the edge of the well and happily trotted off!


Life is going to shovel dirt on you, all kinds of dirt.

The trick to getting out of the well is to shake it off and take a step up.

Each of our troubles is a steppingstone.

We can get out of the deepest wells just by not stopping, never giving up!

Shake it off and take a step up.

Remember the five simple rules to be happy:
1. Free your heart from hatred – Forgive.

2. Free your mind from worries – Most never happens.

3. Live simply and appreciate what you have.

4. Give more.

5. Expect less from people but -more from God. “Being happy doesn’t mean everything’s perfect. It means you’ve decided to see beyond the imperfections🐴🐴🐴🐴🐴. Have a nice day!
Faithful C. C👥          Expounded this 📚👌

Under this sky with me

In one week, I’ve probably gone through all the stages of grief, although I don’t remember what they are exactly, so I can’t say for sure. Denial, anger, and something else…
Oh yes, acceptance.
So I take that back, I haven’t moved through all the stages because I am not in acceptance. I don’t mean I’m in rejection, either. I won’t be protesting or writing angry yet inspiring blog posts. All are tempting, but they only serve to distract, appease our collective guilt, make us feel powerful when we are not.
I’m too pragmatic for that. Perhaps it’s because I’ve seen this before. Had it look me up and down. Learned to live with it.
Hate, fear and ignorance have always been with us. They are as old as the sun and the moon and the stars.
I got my first piece of hate mail when I was seventeen years old. For writing about my grandparents who were sent to Japanese internment camps. This was before email and Facebook, so the letter came in an envelope addressed specifically to me.
Hate knew where I lived. Like the sun, it burned my skin, forcing me to the shadows.
My uncle grew up in the south where they turned fire hoses and dogs on his people. Lynched boys not much older than him. Some fifty years later, he receives anonymous notes saying he’s not wanted here. In Colorado, not Alabama.
Fear walks down his street. Like the moon, it rises every night in the darkness.
This week, my son overheard kids yell down the hall, “Goodbye, Juan. Maybe we’ll see you on the other side.” Because being brown means you’re not an American. They do not know his ancestors settled here more than 150 years ago.
Ignorance echoes in our schools. Like the stars, it is everywhere.
Hate, fear and ignorance have always been with us. They are as old as the sun and the moon and the stars.
For those who have never been forced to look up at the sky, I’m sorry. I know it hurts to lose what you thought to be true. But now you are closer to truth than before.
For those who have always known this truth, I’m sorry. The sun is burning brighter, the moon is glowing colder, and the stars are so close they can almost touch you. I hope they recede, move away and go back up into the sky.
But I hope they stay close enough.
Because now everyone can see them. Not just the Asian people or Black people or Latino people. Not just women. Not just gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgender people. Not just people with disabilities.
All people.
For those who are looking up at the sky for the first time, blinking back tears in its brightness, know this.
I will comfort you. Sing the same lullabies my Japanese grandmother sang to me, when I first looked up. Songs of empathy for those who suffer, and for those who hate. They are not so different from us.
I will teach you to be safe. Because someone might hurt you for marching in a protest, someone might terrorize you for writing on Facebook. You must learn to be thoughtful about the risk you bring to yourselves and those you love.
I will show you what it means to be brave. To know that love does not always win, good does not always beat evil. And yet, we must live as though they do. Otherwise, we surrender, and this fight must go on.
In return, I ask you one thing. Do not move into acceptance with grief, depression, ills and odds. 
So please. Hold my hand, and I will hold yours. I will comfort you, teach you to be safe, show you what it means to be brave. But I need you stay here. Under this sky with me.
Faithful C. C👥


             A Very interesting Story!!!

 A pretty and wealthy woman was serving life sentence in prison.
Angry and resentful about her plight she had

decided that she would rather die than to live

another year in prison.

Over the years she had become good friends with one of the prison caretakers. His job, among others, was to bury those prisoners who died in a graveyard

just outside the prison walls.

When a prisoner died, the caretaker rang a bell,

which was heard by everyone. 

The caretaker then

got the body and put it in a casket. Next, he entered his office to fill out the death certificate before returning to the casket to nail the lid shut. Finally, he

put the casket on a wagon to take it to the graveyard and bury it.

Knowing this routine, the woman devised an escape plan and shared it with the caretaker;
The next time

the bell rang, the woman would leave her cell and

sneak into the dark room where the coffins were

kept. She would slip into the coffin with the dead

body while the caretaker was filling out the death


When the care-taker returned, he would nail the lid shut and take the coffin outside the prison with the woman in the coffin along with the dead body. 

He would then bury the coffin. The woman having pre-arranged with the caretaker for special vents in the coffin knew there

would be enough air for her to breathe until later in the evening when the caretaker would return to the graveyard under the cover of darkness, dig up the coffin, open it, and set her free. 

She wld also carry along a small flashlight to cope with the darkness beneath until the hour of expected freedom.
The caretaker was reluctant to go along with this plan, but since he and the woman had become good

friends over the years, and knowing dat he stands to gain a lot from this pretty and wealthy woman, he more than agreed to do it.
The woman waited several weeks before someone in the prison died. She was asleep in her cell when she

heard the death bell ring.

She got up and slowly walked down the hallway. She was nearly caught a couple of times. Her heart was

beating fast. She opened the door to the darkened

room where the coffins were kept. Quietly in the

dark, she found the coffin that contained the dead body, carefully climbed into the coffin and pulled the lid shut to wait for the caretaker to come and nail the lid shut.
Soon she heard footsteps and the pounding of the

hammer and nails.

Even though she was very uncomfortable in the coffin with the dead body, she knew that with each nail she was one step closer to freedom.

The coffin was lifted onto the wagon and taken outside to the graveyard. She could feel the coffin being lowered into the ground. She didn’t make a sound as the coffin hit the bottom of the grave with

a thud.

Finally she heard the dirt dropping onto the top  of

the wooden coffin, and she knew that it was only a matter of time and she would be free at last.

After several minutes of absolute silence, she began to laugh…happily feeling free already and chanting she was free! she was free! 

Feeling curious, she decided to light the flashlight to find out the identity of the dead prisoner beside her.
To her horror, she discovered that she was lying next

to the CARETAKER….her only hope to freedom.
Many people believe they have life all figured

out…that they are well connected and can arrange and pre-arrange things to their favour… but sometimes it just doesn’t turn out the

way they planned it.

Think of a ‘Plan B’!!!
“I don’t know what

 tomorrow holds, but I know WHO

holds tomorrow.”
The Happiest People Don’t Have the Best of


They Just Make The Best Of What They Have…But at times even the BEST FAILS…

Only one thing never fails…GOD.

May he never fail you.
I would want you to read 1Corinthians15:12~19
If only in life we have hope in Christ, we are of all men most miserable.
Faithful C. C👥