Did you know that at the time of his death, Pope Francis’s reported personal wealth was just $100—that’s barely ₦154,000 in today’s exchange rate?

He owned no property, held no personal bank accounts, and had no investments anywhere in the world.

Although he was entitled to an annual salary of about 340,000 euros (approximately $364,000 or ₦560 million at today's exchange rate), he never accepted a cent of it.

As a member of the Society of Jesus (the Jesuits), Pope Francis took a lifelong vow of poverty—and he remained true to it until the very end of his pontificate.

For the 12 years he served as Pope, he lived in Room 201 of Casa Santa Marta, a simple guesthouse within the Vatican.

Today is Sunday. Look around: what wristwatches are some of your pastors wearing? What cars are they driving into church?

The real wealth of a spiritual leader is not in material possessions, luxury cars, private jets, or designer suits. It is in humility, service, and sacrificial love for humanity.

Pope Francis left behind a powerful legacy:
He showed that true greatness is found not in what you have, but in what you give up for others.

The world doesn't need more celebrity pastors; it needs more humble servants of God.

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How the Poor Homeless Girl He Picked Up from the Street Restored Peace to His Family

Episode 2: “The Secret Daniel Was Hiding”

Amanda had never known peace like this.

It had been three weeks since Daniel rescued her. Every morning, she woke up to sunlight pouring through clean windows, the smell of breakfast floating from the kitchen, and the sound of birds—not screams.

But peace, she soon learned, didn’t mean perfect.

Daniel’s home was big, beautiful, and calm on the outside. But something about it felt... heavy. There were rooms no one entered. People in the house spoke in hushed voices when Daniel wasn’t around. And every night, he disappeared into the study and stayed there for hours, alone.

Amanda didn’t ask questions—not yet. She was just grateful.

One rainy afternoon, Amanda stood by the window, watching raindrops race each other down the glass. She was lost in thought when Daniel’s younger sister, Mira, walked in.

“You really changed things here,” Mira said softly.

Amanda turned. “Me? How?”

Mira smiled sadly. “Before you came, Daniel barely spoke. After our parents died in that accident, he shut everyone out. Especially Desmond. The two of them blamed each other for everything.”

Amanda lowered her eyes. “I didn’t do anything special.”

“You reminded him what it means to care again,” Mira said. “But...” she paused. “There’s something you don’t know.”

Amanda’s chest tightened. “What is it?”

Mira hesitated. Then whispered, “Daniel used to be engaged.”

Amanda blinked. “Used to?”

“She left him. Right before the accident. She said he changed. That he was hiding something.” Mira looked at Amanda carefully. “Be careful. I love my brother, but there’s a side of him he never talks about.”

That night, Amanda couldn’t sleep. Her mind replayed Mira’s words over and over. Daniel had been nothing but kind, but now she noticed things she hadn’t before—the way he flinched at certain sounds, the way he locked his study, the nightmares that made him shout in his sleep.

One evening, Amanda passed by the study and saw the door slightly open. Inside, Daniel sat with a photo in his hand, his back to the door. She almost walked away—but then she heard him whisper a name.

“Sarah... I’m sorry.”

Amanda froze.

She stepped back quietly, her heart racing. That night, she barely slept.

The next morning, she found Daniel in the garden, alone.

“Can I ask you something?” she said gently.

He looked at her. “Of course.”

“Who’s Sarah?”

Silence.

The birds seemed to stop singing.

Daniel looked away. “She was the woman I was going to marry.”

Amanda nodded slowly. “What happened?”

He sighed. “I... I wasn’t the man she thought I was. After our parents died, I made choices. Cold ones. I got involved in things... to protect this house, this family. But it cost me her.”

Amanda stepped closer. “And now?”

He looked at her. “Now I’m trying to fix everything. Starting with you.”

She felt her chest tighten again—but not from fear. From something else. Something deeper.

Amanda didn’t know where this journey was leading. But one thing was clear—Daniel had saved her.

And maybe now... it was her turn to save him.

1. First, fix your inner voice.

Stop saying, “I’m broke.”

Start saying, “I’m in a transition.” Your words shape your brain, and your brain shapes your actions. This is step one.

Assuming you are broke now
And you don't have a dime

You feel stuck. Tired. Maybe even invisible.

But let me tell you something powerful:
Being broke is a circumstance, not your identity.

Here are 8 ways to shift your reality, starting from your mind:

My girlfriend Olivia chased me out of her house after I told her that I will go ahead and marry Amaka the girl my mom betrothed me to.

I could see the anger on her face. I knew that I disappointed her. The 20million I sent to her which she returned back was nothing compared to the love I have for her.

According to what my mother told me. Amaka's father has already given me time to marry his daughter or else all the assets I had will be seized.

If I didn't marry his daughter, I will end up losing all I have. He gave me the position of an assistant manager to prove to me he can make me the owner only if I married his daughter. The whole situation was complicated.

I went back home that day, sitting on my sofa. I told my mom that I would go ahead with the wedding.

My mother was happy when I told her. "So Amaka has to move in to your room". My mother said to me. I nodded to yes. Amaka oya go and pack your bags from the guest room and move into your husband's room. My mother said to Amaka.

I watched as Amaka packed her bags to my room. Just then I received a call from my best friend Jide. "Howfa bro, how did the conversation with Olivia go"? Jide asked me over the phone.

"I have decided to marry her". I said to Jide. Now you are talking, you are a man. Jide said to me praising me. I decided to marry Amaka. I said to him. Amaka? Jide asked me to be sure he heard what I said right. Yeah. Bro, that's the best decision now. I said to Jide.

After my conversation with Jide, I finally went in to have a shower. I saw Amaka sleeping peacefully on my bed. After having my shower, I came to the bed and laid down. I started remembering all the good times I had with Olivia. How I promised her that I was going to marry her no matter what happened. All the time we spent together. That night all my thought was about Olivia.

Amaka woke up in the middle of the night and saw my head up. Baby ain't you sleeping? Amaka asked me trying to be romantic. I will sleep later. I said to Amaka. I can't sleep if you won't sleep. Amaka said to me trying to be babyish. Come on just sleep. I said.

After much persuasion from her I decided to sleep. The following morning immediately I woke up preparing to dress to work. My mother came into my room.

"Amaka's father would like to see you this evening". My mother said to me. Okay. I replied my mother.

Immediately I finished having my bath, Amaka already arranged some clothes that I will be wearing to work.

I went to work that day, again I didn't concentrate much at work, I kept on thinking if I made the right decision in choosing to marry Amaka. I mean I'm talking about my future here. The manager of the company made matters worst.

Maybe he is angry that I'm his assistant manager, rumor has it in the company that he wants his girlfriend to take that position. Since I was promoted as the assistant manager he has been looking for every slightest opportunity to query me.

Ayochidi your incompetence in this company is becoming out of hand, sometimes I wonder what the MD saw in you to make you my assistant manager. I promise you when I finally get promoted as the MD, You will be the first on my list to be fired. The manager yelled at me after I showed him the work he asked me to help him do, which he was supposed to do by himself. Get out of my sight. The Manager said to me.

I quietly left his office. At the end of the day. I went home and prepared to join my wife to be to go see her father.

When I got home Amaka was already getting ready. I went to the shower to take my bath. Immediately I was done, I dressed in my native wear and off we drove to go see my father in-law and my mother in-law.

When I got to Amaka's parent house they already prepared to receive me. In-law you are already here? Make yourself at home. Amaka's father said to me.

So I'm sure your mother must have told you everything. Amaka's father said to me. Yes sir. I replied. Good; Good, have you officially proposed to my daughter yet? He asked me. No sir. I replied. No problem. We Will have to plan a proposal party. A big one. Amaka's father said to me. Okay sir. I replied.

Then he handed me something in an envelope. What's this sir? I asked Amaka's father. "That's an agreement document in marrying my daughter". Amaka's father said.

What? I asked. Just go through it, before signing it. He said. Just then Amaka's mother called someone.

"Olivia get me the red wine on the bar". Amaka's mother called out. And immediately my girlfriend Olivia came to our table with a red wine.

What was Olivia doing here? I said to myself in shock immediately I saw her.

Amaka just let out an evil smile immediately she saw the shock on my face.

To Be Continued.

Title: Promise 6

"One thing that has really helped me enjoy my marriage is this, I don’t check my husband’s messages. I married a very charming man with a noble job that takes him around the world like a bird. Every single day, he meets beautiful, smart, educated, and hot women.

And yes, I know those young girls who love fine zaddies are not smiling, they will definitely try to get his attention. But honestly, I don’t even act like they exist. I don’t imagine things, I don’t check his phone, I don’t go through his private messages. He’s my man. I’m his wife. And my purpose is simple, to give him peace, that’s my power.”

From
- Omotola Jalade Ekeinde

Moral lesson: why then agreeing to become one if you don't or can't go through your partners phone

START Your Day
- Pastor Eno Jerry

*For God To Do More In And Through You, You Must First Surrender Daily*

Stay happy everyone needs to be happy

Is beautiful morning up and greatful glory be to almighty God

The private part of an old man is not a thing for a crying child