SUNDAY 13TH JULY 2025 PST NINA BRIGGS TITLE: IS YOUR LIGHT STILL ON Gen 1:1-5 Verse 3 And God said let there be light. When light came, order and structure came. Matt 5:13-16 Verse 14 Three levels of responsibility. Reality Role Revelation. Light as a reality- we become new creations in Him. We begin to display Christ in us. Light is my reality. Every other thing is fiction. Whenever I am functioning in darkness, I am defrauding myself. Role: 2nd level is responsibility to my fellow man. When you fail at the 2nd level, you are denying God the glory that us due him. Revelation: Light as a Revelation. Gen 39:8-12 Verse 9 - and sin against my God. Light as a responsibility to God. I'm our daily life, we need to be at the level of not sinning against God. We must have a why (A reason) in everything we do. Light is very important. We all go into unsupervised spaces. Who you are in secret is who you really are. At any point of challenges, your responsibility is to God. Everything you do at the core of it is God. Your primary audience is am I pleasing God. If God be God then let God be God in your life. How can I do this wicked thing and sin against my God. Light applies to everyone. It has nothing to do with segregated generations. It applies to all young and old. If you do not have a why, you light will die. The spirit reveals to you when you are about to cross the line. Close with Gen 1:3and 4 Matt 5:13 - You are the light of the World. I am the light of the World. Wherever you find yourself, let there be Light (Abdul-Nasser ) put your name. May God bless his Servant Pst Nina Briggs.

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**Smith Wigglesworth – “Apostle of Faith”** 🎯 **Early Transformation & First Miracle** Now, there was a time when Smith Wigglesworth was quite busy with his plumbing tools in Leeds, where the pipes would creak and leak, just like the conversations in the neighborhood. But amidst all that hustle, he found himself drawn to healing meetings. It was a curious affair indeed! One day, his dear wife Polly, who had been struggling with a chronic ailment, experienced what can only be described as a miraculous healing. This unexpected turn of events set Smith on a path of faith that would change everything, leading him directly into the heart of healing ministry. Imagine this: during a meeting one evening, the regular pastor was absent, and our dear Smith thought it fitting to take the stage. With a nervous heart and a stuttered sermon, he somehow found his voice and—lo and behold!—fifteen people were healed right then and there. You could say it fanned the flames of his passion for this miraculous work! 🔥 **Baptism in the Spirit** Now, fast forward to 1907, where Smith, with wide eyes and an eager spirit, stumbled into a peculiar Pentecostal gathering in Sunderland. With a few enthusiastic questions about “tongues” (not the type you find in a good meal, mind you), he was promptly shown the door. But did that stop him? Not at all! After a heartfelt prayer in the speaker’s wife’s living room, he found himself speaking in tongues—a thrilling escapade back to that meeting, where fifty souls were filled with the Spirit. Quite the show, I’d say! 💥 **Miraculous Healings & Spiritual Confrontations** Now, there are stories, and then there are stories! One particularly remarkable episode involved a young woman on the brink of death from consumption. Smith, full of determination and perhaps a dash of desperation, prayed over her for four whole hours. Suddenly, a vision of Jesus appeared to him, and wouldn’t you know it? The young lady sprang back to life, resuming her piano playing that very morning as if nothing had happened! And then there was Mitchell, a man at death’s door. Sadly, when Smith arrived, it seemed Mitchell had taken the ultimate plunge. But Smith wasn’t one to take a loss quietly; he boldly commanded death to release him. To everyone’s surprise, Mitchell revived and went on to recover as well! Talk about a scene straight out of a play! Now, Smith had an unconventional approach—he believed in hitting the afflicted parts of the body, claiming he was “hitting the devil, not them.” Well, if you ask me, it’s quite a daring way to send sickness packing! 🧩 **Trials of Faith & Physical Ailments** In a rather self-assured manner, our Smith vowed never to take medicine. But life had other plans, and when appendicitis struck with a vengeance, doctors considered his case hopeless. With a commanding spirit, he once again told the “devil” to leave, and lo! He was healed instantly, returning to work the very next day, tools in hand. Smith faced a long battle with kidney stones, sciatica, and eventually a stroke. Despite the pain, he believed these trials were like fine clay molding him for greater things. And you know, he didn’t let a little discomfort keep him from ministering across the globe! 🎤 **Public Campaigns & Legacy** From the bustling streets of the U.K. to the wide-open skies of Australia, Smith took his ministry far and wide. Stories of blind eyes opening, crippled legs walking, and cancers disappearing became the tales that traveled with him. In 1937, while in South Africa, he even prophesied a grand revival, telling David du Plessis, “the day I pass away, then you can begin to think about it.” Such confidence! 💀 **Final Moments & Death** On the 12th of March, 1947, while attending the funeral of his friend Wilf Richardson, Smith had an unexpected final act—he collapsed and bid goodbye to the earthly stage, continuing to preach until the very end! A grand finale, one might say. At his funeral, he left behind four guiding principles for those who remained: 1. Read God’s Word. 2. Let it consume you. 3. Believe it. 4. Act on it. His voice still echoes in the hearts of many within the Pentecostal and charismatic communities. --- ✨ **Summary of Key Exploits** Smith's legacy is dotted with miraculous healings—tumors, tuberculosis, and even those pesky appendicitis troubles. Some even say he managed to resurrect loved ones, a claim that made more than a few heads turn. His spirit-led and confrontational approach—casting out tricky spirits through audacious prayer—stands as a testament to his unwavering faith. Despite battling illness, he thrived in service and inspired many. And let’s not forget his prophecies of future revivals, which many credit in shaping the charismatic movements.

I started sleeping with D0GS at the age of 16. My name is Amanda, and this is my story. A story I wish I never told anyone, but I can’t keep hiding. Everyone needs to learn from my story. If anyone told me that I would be sleeeping with dogs, just to make money. At the age of 16 I would not believe that, but it happened to me, and this was how I found myself in this situation. I was born into a very poor family in lagos. when I say poor I mean very poor, my parents were struggling to eat including me, I was the only daughter and child. My father was a security, he was paid a small amount. And my mother stayed at home with me. I stopped going to school because they couldn’t continue to pay me school fees. Hunger was our fourth person in the family, it dealt with us like an army. But sadly my father died. He died right at his work post, he could not bear it anymore. My mom cried and cried. I cried even more. After my father was buried, my mother was not the same anymore. She felt sick and died too. I became an orphan, my uncle took our small property, claiming he was the rightful owner. And I was left in the street of Lagos. Sleeping under the bridge, inside the gutter, just to survive. Life was dealing with me. I suffer, in fact I did all kind of quick jobs like breaking firewood and many more. it couldn’t help me. Sometimes I pray for late parents to come and take me. But all this things changed one evening. I was selling my last orange, ready to got back to sleep under the bridge again. A black car came and parked in my front. It was raining that evening. A lady came out of the car. Her name was Cynthia, I thought she was coming to buy orange. “Why are you sitting alone under the rain. It late already” she says politely. I told her I have no where to go, I told her that sleep under the bridge. Then she offered to take me to her place, but I rejected, because Lagos was a scary place, you can’t trust nobody. “Do not be afraid, come with me, am not a bad person” Cynthia says to me. Then I followed her, she gave me food at the house, she bought new clothes for me. For ones I felt like paradise. I was enjoying the good things of life now. But after a week. Cynthia came with a total different topic. She sat me down and told me. “I have been good to you, but you need to starting making money just like I do, can you work ?” Cynthia says. “Yes, i answered, “I can do anything for you” Then Cynthia told me about the job. “They are going to pay you plenty money. You will become rich. They are my clients. They don’t like women, but they need the woman to play with their pet” Cynthia says. “I didn’t understand at first. “Play with their pets? I asked. “Yes play with their dogs, like satisfy their D0gs” Cynthia says clearly. Immediately I dropped the juice I was drinking, pouring on the ground. Immediately I felt like I was sitting with the devil. “Never ! Never Cynthia ! So this is how you make your money. I would never Sle-p with dogs just to make money” I scream at her. To be continued. Based on a true l¡fe story.

Sometimes it's your friends that keep your enemies updated. Be careful… because betrayal doesn’t always come from across the battlefield — sometimes it comes from the ones sitting right beside you. The harsh reality is, not everyone in your circle is in your corner. Some people hang around just to gather information, to observe your every move, and to smile in your face while handing over your struggles, secrets, and vulnerabilities to those who would love nothing more than to see you fail. They’ll disguise their intentions with fake concern, check in on you just enough to seem caring, all while feeding the people who quietly celebrate your pain. They won't stab you in the back — they'll let someone else do it, and then pretend to be surprised. It's a slow, silent kind of sabotage, and the worst part is, you never see it coming until the damage is done. So trust wisely. Guard your energy, protect your peace, and remember — loyalty isn't proven by words or years of knowing someone; it's shown in actions, especially when you're not around to defend yourself. The ones who truly care about you won’t use your life as gossip. Stay aware. Stay selective. And never confuse proximity with loyalty.

*MORNING TEA* *SUNDAY* *13TH JULY 2025* “*LET GO” OF ALL ANGER* *TODAY’S SCRIPTURE* EPHESIANS 4:26-27 NIV ““In your anger do not sin”: Do not let the sun go down while you are still angry, and do not give the devil a foothold.” ‭ *TODAY’S WORD* Everyone has anger from time to time, and understanding it and knowing how to handle it properly is important. Anger begins as a feeling and then manifests itself in words and actions. You feel something, and it causes you to do or say something. Anger is not necessarily always a sin; however, what you choose to do with anger directly determines your quality of life. All anger has the same effect on your life. It upsets you, causing you to feel pressure. Keeping anger locked inside can even be dangerous to your health. So, you must take responsibility for your anger and learn to deal with it. As with all emotions, Satan tries to use and abuse our anger and lead us into sin. But we have the power to resist him. The Bible does not teach that we are never to feel anger. It teaches that when we do get angry, we are not to sin. Rather, we are to manage or control our anger properly. If you struggle with anger, ask God to help you process it and bring it to closure. You can be bitter or better—the choice is yours! *PRAYER FOR TODAY* Father God, You know everything about me. I come before You with a heavy heart, burdened by anger. I confess that I have allowed anger to consume me, and I ask for Your forgiveness. Grant me the strength to let go of this anger, to forgive those who have wronged me, and to find peace in Your presence. Help me to respond with love and compassion, rather than reacting in anger. Fill me with Your Holy Spirit, and guide me towards healing and forgiveness, in the name of Jesus. Amen. Nwamama Austino saying happy Sunday

Some first year medical students from the University of Mumbai were attending their 1st Anatomy Class. They all gathered around the table with a real dè@d body on it. The Professor, Krishna, started the class by telling them two important qualities of a DOCTOR. He said, "The 1st is that never be DISGUSTED about anything in the body." For example, he inserted his FINGER in the dead body's ANU$ & put the finger in his mouth & TASTED it. Then he told the students to do what he did. The students hesitated for several minutes, but eventually, everyone inserted their fingers in the body's ANU$ & tasted it. When everyone finished tasting their fingers, they were all Frowning... Then the professor looked at them and said: "The most important 2nd Quality is "Observation". I inserted my MIDDLE finger but tasted the 2nd finger... Now, learn to pay attention 🤔😁🤣 CF: first force NB: Always pay attention

Catholic men and a Catholic woman were having coffee in St. Peters Square, Rome. The first Catholic man tells his friends, “My son is a priest, when he walks into a room, everyone calls him Father”. The second Catholic man chirps, “My son is a Bishop. When he walks into a room people call him “Your Lordship” The third Catholic gent says, “My son is an Archbishop. When he walks into a room people call him “Your Grace” The fourth Catholic gent says, “My son is a Cardinal. When he enters a room everyone bows their head and says “Your Eminence”.” The fifth Catholic man says very proudly, “My son is the Pope. When he walks into a room people call him “Your Holiness”.” Since the lone Catholic woman was sipping her coffee in silence, the five men gave her a subtle, “Well…?” She proudly replies, “I have a daughter, Slim, Tall, Very very beautiful, 38D breast, 24″ waist and 34” hips. When she walks into a room, people say, *“My God!!!*🤣🤣🤣 Have a lovely weekend.

https://whatsapp.com/channel/0029VbApU69ICVfgngtv0H3k Don’t stress over those who choose to walk out of your life. Not everyone who leaves is meant to stay and that’s okay. Often, people chase what seems better in the moment, only to realize later that they left behind someone genuine, loyal, and irreplaceable. Life has a way of showing people the truth when the excitement fades and reality sets in. Some will come back, not because they miss you, but because they’ve been disappointed by those they thought were better. But by then, you may have grown, healed, and built a life that no longer needs their presence. Focus on becoming the best version of yourself. The right people won’t leave and the ones who do weren’t meant for the journey ahead.

“They Told Me I Was Their Maid — But When Their Mother Was Dying, She Whispered: ‘You’re the Only True Blood in This House.’” PART ONE — THE GIRL WHO NEVER ATE AT THE TABLE I grew up in the Olamide household. They said I was brought from the village at age 3. No records. No birthday photos. No visitors for me. I mopped floors before sunrise and washed dishes after midnight. They sent their three children to private schools. Me? I learned by watching TV and stealing old textbooks from the dustbin. When I once sat at the table, Madam slapped me. > “Did you forget you're the help?” I never forgot again. PART TWO — THE STRANGE WOMAN IN THE GARDEN When I turned 15, Grandma Olamide moved into the boys' quarters due to her stroke. Everyone avoided her. But I helped clean her room. Washed her clothes. Fed her. She couldn't speak clearly — only her eyes worked. One night, while I was braiding her hair, she touched my face and started crying. She whispered: > “You… are the only true blood here.” I froze. > “What do you mean, Mama?” But she had already closed her eyes. PART THREE — THE LETTER BEHIND THE PORTRAIT After Mama died, they asked me to clean out her room. Behind her old painting, I found a letter. It was from her to her son — Chief Olamide. > “You may lie to the world, but God sees. She is your first daughter. The one you had before your marriage. If you hide her forever, you’ll lose everything.” Tears fell down my cheeks like acid. I was never a maid. I was the firstborn. PART FOUR — THE HEIR WITH NO NAME I took photos of the letter. Went back to cleaning toilets. But something inside me shifted. I applied for WAEC as an external student. Scored 9 distinctions. Won a scholarship. Packed my bags quietly at night. Left the house with ₦1,200 and fire in my chest. PART FIVE — THE YEARS THEY DIDN’T SEE ME I worked in a printing press. To be continued in comments section:

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