How to Return When You Feel Too Far Gone You have been running for a long time. Maybe not literally. Maybe you still go to church on Sunday. Maybe you still smile when people ask how you are. Maybe you still lead the prayer meeting or teach the Sunday School class or sing in the choir. But inside, you are somewhere else. You are in a far country. A place where the rules are different. A place where you have compromised, drifted, and slowly become someone you do not recognize. You did not plan to end up here. You did not wake up one morning and say, "Today, I will abandon everything I believe." It happened slowly. Like a boat drifting from the shore. One small compromise at a time. One prayer skipped. One truth ignored. One secret kept in the dark. And now you look around and wonder: "How did I get here? And can I ever get back?" That is the question the prodigal son asked. And it is the question this story answers. The Moment You Come to Yourself The prodigal son wa...

  Faith That Holds When the World Breaks The text came at 2:47am. I know the time because I was already awake, staring at the ceiling, praying without words. "Mama, they came again. We are hiding in the bush. Pray for us." I did not sleep after that. I could not. I just lay there, phone in hand, heart pounding, thinking about a family I have never met. A family in a village I have never visited. A family whose only crime is that they bear the name of Jesus. This is Nigeria. This is 2026. This is the reality of our faith. We sing about victory. We shout about breakthrough. We dance on Sunday and post Bible verses on Monday. But somewhere in the Middle Belt, a widow is burying her husband. In a village in Plateau, children are running through the night, barefoot, because gunmen came at midnight. In a displaced persons camp outside Jos, a pastor is preaching to a congregation of people who have lost everything but their faith. This is not a distant story. This is not a headline ...