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SUNDAY 27TH JULY 2025

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Text: Matthew 22: 1 - 4

1 And Jesus answered and spoke unto them again by parable and said,

2 The kingdom of heaven is like into a certain king, which made marriage for his son.

3 And sent forth his servant to call them that were bidden to the wedding and they would not come.

4 Again, he sent forth other servants saying tell them which are bided behold, I have prepared my dinner, my oxen and darling are killed and all things are ready. Come into the marriage. ( KJV)

MESSAGE
Grace is God's prepared table, without man's involvement. It is what God did for man, not what man did for God. It is God reaching to man not man reaching to God.

When we talk about a prepared table, we mean something that have been made ready you only need to come and partake of it.

Secondly, by a prepared table, we are talking about what Christ did through his suffering,death, burial and resurrection to redeem humanity.

It is the price Christ paid through his death that no man was good enough to pay. There is only one person that can be called the lamb that takes away the sins of the world, that person is Christ.

He was God's sacrificial Lamb for humanity. He is the righteousness of God that made others righteous.

The Law talks about what man would do to be save. Grace talks about what Christ did to save humanity. The law was given to spiritually dead men to help them control their bodies until such a time. The spirit of man comes alive in Christ Jesus.

No one born under the law was spiritually alive. The law talks to the body but grace talks to the spirit of man in Christ Jesus.

The law is not for the New Testament Church. You are not to live by the law. You are to live by Faith and bear the fruit of the spirit.

Just as man was spiritually moved from the Kingdom of darkness to the Kingdom of God, so you were moved from under the law to under Grace.

The works of Christ were not just natural works but Spiritual works. For instance, if they flog you now, it will not mean anything to anybody. It can be looked at as oppression or at best persecution. Nobody will benefit from it.

But when they flogged Christ it was a price for our healing. When the crown of thorns was forced on his head and blood gushed out , he paid for the curse of poverty

The Earth is no longer permitted to bring forth thorns and thistle to you. It doesn't matter what part of the earth you find yourself, Christ by this price has licensed you to succeed. Jesus did not die for himself, he died your death.

He has prepared a table for us, let us come and dine with him.

I pray that everything Christ came to offer we find practical expressions in our lives.

PRAYER POINT

Father, in the name of Jesus, thank you for your finished work on the cross of Calvary.

Victor udomoh is the Lead Pastor, Ark of Royals Worship Center, AKA Engraced Saints Assembly

Title: He Stole My Virginity — But Not My Destiny

(Part 7–10: Her Rise)

Part 7: A Voice for the Voiceless

Two years had passed.

Ifeoluwa was no longer the silent, broken girl crying on the church floor at midnight. She had become a woman with a mission. With the help of a Christian counselor and a local NGO, she started a foundation called “Daughters of Grace.”

It began with five girls in a classroom. Girls who had been abused. Girls who had been silenced. Girls like her.

She taught them about self-worth, healing, boundaries, and forgiveness—not because she had it all figured out, but because she knew what it meant to feel lost.

Part 8: Love After Pain

Then came Tunde.

He was a youth pastor, soft-spoken, and deeply respectful. When he heard her speak at an event for survivors, he was moved to tears.

He didn’t approach her immediately. He prayed first.

When he did speak to her, he said,
"I don’t just see a beautiful woman, I see a warrior. I see someone who chose to rise instead of rot."

She was afraid to love again. Afraid to trust.

But Tunde was patient. He never rushed her. He held her hand without touching her soul too deeply too soon.

After months of friendship, he asked,
"Can I walk with you through life—not to complete you, but to complement the strength you already have?"

She said yes—with eyes full of tears.

Part 9: Beauty from Ashes

On her wedding day, she walked down the aisle not in white to symbolize purity others judged, but in royal purple—to symbolize royalty, rebirth, and grace.

When the pastor said, "You may kiss the bride," Tunde instead kissed her forehead and whispered,
"Your body is not a battlefield, it is a blessing. And I will honor it, always."

That night, they prayed together before they lay together.

And for the first time in her life, intimacy didn’t feel like theft.
It felt like healing.

Part 10: Redemption’s Legacy

Years later, Ifeoluwa published a book titled:
"Stolen Virginity, Untouched Destiny"
It became a bestseller.

She opened safe homes for abused girls across Nigeria.
She spoke on TV, in churches, and in universities.
She looked directly into the eyes of broken girls and said,
"You are not what happened to you. You are what God says you are."

And as for Seun?
He was arrested years later for repeated abuse and fraud. Justice came—not by Ifeoluwa's hand, but by divine timing.

Ifeoluwa never hated him.

She forgave him… because freedom lives in forgiveness.

Final Words from Ifeoluwa:

> "They say he stole my virginity, but he never touched my destiny. What was broken was healed. What was taken was restored. What was meant for evil... became the seed of my purpose."

JB WORLD.

Title: He Stole My Virginity

Part 1: Innocent Heart

My name is Ifeoluwa, and I grew up in a quiet town in Osun State, Nigeria. I was raised by a single mother who always told me, "Your body is a temple; don’t give it to someone who won’t treat it as holy."

I listened. I was the church girl, the one who wore long skirts and didn't flirt. At 21, I was still a virgin—not because I couldn’t have lost it, but because I believed sex should be special. Sacred.

Then I met Seun.

Part 2: The Perfect Guy

Seun was everything I thought I wanted in a man. He was 25, charming, respectful, and always prayed before eating. He spoke gently, opened doors for me, and quoted scriptures that made my heart melt. Everyone at church called him “Brother Seun the humble.”

We became close. He never pressured me. For the first time, I thought, “Maybe this is the one.”

I told him about my vow to remain a virgin until marriage.

He said, "That’s beautiful. You’re rare. I respect you more because of it."

I believed him.

Part 3: The Trap

Six months into the relationship, he asked me to visit him. He had moved into a new apartment and wanted to “pray over the house” together.

I was nervous. But I went—because I trusted him.

He had cooked for me, played soft gospel music, and even anointed the doorpost with oil. It felt safe. Holy even.

Then it happened.

We were talking. He moved closer. One kiss became two. I resisted. He held me tighter.

I said, "Please, let’s stop."

He said, "Ife, I love you. This is not a sin if it’s done in love."

I panicked. I froze. I said "no" again.

He didn’t stop.

And just like that… the purity I’d guarded for 21 years was gone—in a moment I did not consent to.

Part 4: The Aftermath

After it happened, he got up and said, "You’re now mine completely." Then he asked me to take a bath so he could “cleanse” me.

I couldn’t speak. I felt like my soul had been crushed.

Days later, he stopped picking my calls.

Weeks later, I found out he had another girlfriend in Ibadan… and that she was pregnant.

When I confronted him, he said, "Don’t make noise. You’re not even my wife. It was just a mistake."

Part 5: Healing in Pieces

I broke down. I stopped going to church. I felt dirty, useless, ashamed. I thought I’d never be whole again.

But slowly… through therapy, prayers, and the love of my mother, I started to rise.

I realized I was not what happened to me. I was not ruined. I was still Ifeoluwa.

I began volunteering with girls who had similar stories—girls who thought no one would understand.

I started telling my story.

Part 6: My Voice, My Victory

Today, I speak not as a victim, but as a survivor.

What was stolen from me did not define me. My purity was never just about my body—it was about my heart. And that… is something no one can ever steal again.

Moral of the Story: Trust is sacred. And when it is broken, healing takes time—but it is possible. No one has the right to take from you what you are not willing to give. And if they do, they are the guilty ones—not you.

TO BE CONTINUED

JB WORLD.

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Billionaire Visits Her Son’s Grave And Finds A Black Waitress Crying With A Child – She Was SHOCKED!

Margaret Hawthorne was the picture of power. Silver-haired, dressed in a bespoke charcoal suit, and clutching a designer handbag, she moved with the poise of someone who had built empires — and buried heartbreak.

Her only son, William Hawthorne, had died a year ago. The funeral was private. The grief was not. Not for her.

So on the anniversary of his death, she returned — alone — to his gravesite. No reporters. No assistants. Just silence and regret.

But as she walked between the marble stones of Hawthorne Family Cemetery, something stopped her cold.

There, kneeling before William’s grave, was a young Black woman in a faded blue waitress uniform. Her apron was crumpled. Her shoulders trembled. In her arms, wrapped in a soft white blanket, was a baby — maybe a few months old.

Margaret's chest tightened.

The woman didn’t see her at first. She was whispering to the gravestone. “I wish you were here. I wish you could hold him.”

Margaret’s voice cut like ice. “What on earth are you doing here?”

The woman jumped. She turned, startled but not afraid.

“I—I’m sorry,” she stammered. “I didn’t mean to intrude.”

Margaret narrowed her eyes. “You have no right to be at this grave. Who are you?”

The woman stood, gently rocking the child. “My name is Alina. I knew William.”

“Knew him how?” Margaret demanded, her voice rising. “Were you staff at one of our properties? One of his charity interns?”

Alina’s eyes welled with tears again — but her voice was steady. “I was more than that.” She looked down at the baby. “This is his son.”

Silence.

Margaret stared at her. Then at the baby. Then back again. “You’re lying.”

“I’m not,” Alina said quietly. “We met at the Harbor Café. I was working the late shift. He came in after a board meeting. We talked. He came back the next week. And the week after that.”

Margaret took a step back, as if she’d been struck. “That’s not possible. William would never—”

“Fall in love with someone like me?” Alina said softly. “I know how it sounds.”

“No,” Margaret snapped. “He would never hide something like this from me.”

“He tried to tell you. He said he was afraid.” She looked down. “Afraid you’d never accept it.”

Tears ran down Alina’s cheeks now, but she stood her ground. The baby stirred.

Margaret stared at the child. His eyes fluttered open — and for one terrifying second, she saw William’s unmistakable blue-gray eyes staring back.

It was undeniable.

She stumbled back a step.

One Year Earlier
William Hawthorne had always felt like a visitor in his own family’s world. Raised in privilege, expected to inherit billions — yet he sought something quieter. He volunteered. He read poetry. And sometimes, he ate alone in small diners.

That’s where he met Alina.

She was everything his world was not: kind, grounded, real. She made him laugh. She called him out. She asked him who he really wanted to be.

And he had fallen. Hard.

They kept it quiet. He wasn’t ready for the storm he knew would come. Not from tabloids — from his own mother.

Then, the car accident. A rainy night. A loss too sudden.

Alina hadn’t been able to say goodbye.

And she never got to tell him she was pregnant.

Present Day – At the Cemetery
Margaret stood frozen.

Her empire had taught her to spot lies. This woman wasn't lying.

But accepting the truth felt like betrayal — not just of the image she had of her son, but of the world she had built around his memory.

Alina finally broke the silence. “I didn’t come here for anything. Not money. Not drama. I just… I wanted him to meet his father. Even if it’s only this way.”

She placed a small toy rattle on the headstone. Then, with a bowed head, she turned to walk away.

Margaret didn’t stop her.

Couldn’t.

Her world had just changed.

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What a lawless country

OUTBREAK OF MONKEY POX

Mpox (previously known as monkeypox) is a rare disease caused by a virus. It leads to rashes and flu-like symptoms. Like the better-known virus that causes smallpox, it’s a member of the genus Orthopoxvirus.

TYPES OF MONKEY POX ARE AS FOLLOWS.
1. clade1 of mpox virus — one that originated in Central Africa Clade I

2. Clade11 originated in West Africa (Clade II).

HOW COMMON IS MPOX?
Mpox is rare. But the number of cases is increasing in Africa especially Nigeria as well as in regions that haven’t seen these infections before.
It can also be found in the United Kingdom.

SIGNS AND SYMPTOMS OF MONKEY POX
1. Fever
2. Rash.
3. Swollen lymph nodes.
4. Chills.
5. Headache.
6. Muscle aches.
7. Fatigue.
8. Trouble breathing
9. Worsening chest pain
10. Stiff neck
11. Confusion or difficulty thinking clearly.
12. Difficulty in speaking or moving.
13. Loss of Consciousness
14. Seizures.
The rash starts as flat, red bumps, which can be painful. Those bumps turn into blisters, which fill with pus. Eventually, the blisters crust over and fall off. The whole process can last two to four weeks. You can get sores on your mouth, face, hands, feet, penis, vagina or anus.
Not everyone with mpox develops all the symptoms. Different ways you might experience symptoms include:
Only a rash (no other symptoms), or other symptoms developing later.
Flu-like symptoms, then a rash. Some people don’t get a rash at all.
A rash can be widespread, but some people only a have few bumps or blisters.
You can have mpox and not know it. Even if you don’t show many signs of infection, it’s possible that you can spread still spread it to others through prolonged close contact.

MODE OF TRANSMISSION
1. Person-to-person spread (transmission) occurs when you come in contact with the sores, scabs, respiratory droplets or oral fluids of a person who’s infected, usually through close, intimate situations like cuddling, kissing or sex.

2. Animal-to-person transmission occurs through broken skin, like from bites or scratches, or through direct contact with an infected animal’s blood, bodily fluids or pox lesions (sores).

3. You can also get mpox by coming into contact with recently contaminated materials like clothing, bedding and other linens used by a person or animal who’s infected.

HOW IS MONKEY POX DIAGNOSED?
Because mpox is rare, a healthcare provider may first suspect other rash illnesses, such as measles or chickenpox. But swollen lymph nodes usually distinguish mpox from other poxes.

To diagnose mpox, your healthcare provider takes a tissue sample from an open sore (lesion). Then, they send it to a lab for polymerase chain reaction (PCR) testing (genetic fingerprinting). You may also need to give a blood sample to check for the mpox virus or antibodies your immune system makes.

MANAGEMENT AND TREATMENT
Is mpox curable?
Mpox is usually a self-limited disease (gets better without treatment) with symptoms lasting from two to four weeks. Following diagnosis, your healthcare provider will monitor your condition and try to relieve your symptoms, prevent dehydration and give you antibiotics to treat secondary bacterial infections if they develop

How is mpox treated?
There aren’t any currently approved antiviral treatments for mpox. If you’re very sick, your provider might prescribe antiviral drugs like cidofovir or tecovirimat. These drugs are approved to treat other viral infections (like smallpox),

PREVENTION OF MONKEY POX

1. Vaccination
2. Avoiding contact with infected animals (especially sick or dead animals).
3. Avoiding contact with bedding and other materials contaminated with the virus.
4. Thoroughly cooking all foods that contain animal meat or parts.
5. Washing your hands frequently with soap and water.
6. Avoiding contact with people who may be infected with the virus.
7. Practicing safe sex, including the use of condoms and dental dams.
8. Wearing a mask that covers your mouth and nose when around others.
9. Cleaning and disinfecting frequently touched surfaces.
10. Using personal protective equipment (PPE) when caring for people infected with the virus.
11. Isolation from the infected person or animal.

WHAT IS THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN MPOX AND CHICKEN POX?

Sometimes people misunderstood Monkey Pox with Chicken Pox but they are different.

Mpox vs. chickenpox
Although they both cause skin rashes, different viruses cause mpox and chickenpox. Mpox is an orthopoxvirus, while chickenpox is a herpes virus. Both viruses can spread through skin-to-skin or prolonged face-to-face contact, but chickenpox is very contagious and spreads more easily than mpox. People with mpox are more likely to have swollen lymph nodes than people with chickenpox.

CONCLUSION:
In Conclusion, the best way to protect yourself is to get vaccinated if you’re at high risk, avoid contact with people who are infected, wash your hands frequently and wear a face mask in crowded, indoor spaces.

Thank you.
ENVIRONMENTAL HEALTH DEPARTMENT.

This is so sad Wriite RIP for her today 24th of July suppose be her birthday, She rented a lounge, Bought drinks, food etc even Paid for MC, DJ, Decoration and Printed invitation cards!, she had acciiident and diied
With so much joy and happiness, she invited her friends and colleagues to come and celebrate with her. NOW she's gone
People were anticipating and eagerly expecting 24th July to reach, but instead she left without saying goodbye! This is heartbreaking acciident took her away
No one knows what tomorrow holds!
Nobody knows what his or her friend or family are planing against them.
If you have a g00d heart typpê R.I.P...
Untim|y de@th wi|| never see you and your fami|y Your labour in life shall not be in vain in the name of Jesus Christ..

NO MAN WAS ENOUGH FOR HER, SHE ALWAYS WANTED IT (Uma's Secret)

Episode 1
In the quiet town of Umo, there lived a beautiful girl named Uma, admired by everyone in the village.

Men from far and wide came to ask for her hand in marriage, captivated by her glowing skin, radiant smile, and kind eyes.

She was the talk of the town, but no matter how many suitors approached her, Uma couldn’t say yes. Instead, she spent time with them, only to send them away when she was done.

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It wasn’t because she didn’t want love; Uma harbored a deep secret, one she could only share with her two best friends, Uso and Ken, whom she trusted completely.

Since she was 15, Uma had felt a strange burning in her body that made her restless. She sought out men to calm the fire, but no matter what she did, the feeling never went away.

By the time she turned 25, the problem had worsened. She had lost count of how many times she sought help, but no one knew how to assist her.

Uma had been with almost all the men in her town, driven by an uncontrollable fire between her legs that demanded constant satisfaction.

Deeply ashamed, she had even paid men to be with her to ease the burning, but nothing worked. Every night, she lay in bed crying, wondering why she was cursed with this terrible secret.

Her parents, clueless about their daughter’s struggles, often pressured her to marry, saying, “Uma, you are so beautiful.

Why don’t you settle down with a nice man?” But Uma couldn’t tell them the truth. How could she explain that one man would never be enough?

How could she marry when she needed multiple men every day? So, she kept her secret, telling her parents she wasn’t ready for marriage, though the real reason was far darker.

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