DON’T EVER GIVE UP ON GOD!

Frank Edwards is perhaps the foremost Gospel Artiste in Nigeria currently. Hear him share his story last Sunday, 24th January, at the inauguration of the Calvary Bible Church, Lekki. It was so inspiring!

Hear him! “10 years ago, I was hawking on the streets of Enugu for my mother. We were so poor that we could hardly afford to eat. But, my mother always took me to church. She always told me to serve GOD, and that is how I have lived my life. Even when it was difficult to eat, I have always lived a life of worship. That is me. That is my life! When I started singing, and my songs were being played everywhere, I had all kinds of offers. I was in South Africa for a program, and some promoters came to me and said, ‘Frank, your songs are so good, and we would like to promote you, take you all over the world. However, you mention JESUS too much in your songs. Replace JESUS with GOD and we can do business together’. Brethren, that offer was very tempting. You would think, ‘what is the big deal about replacing JESUS with GOD?’ So, I called my mother, and told her about the offer. She said, ‘Don’t mind them O! Don’t do it O! Holy Ghost Fire burn all of them.’ So, I told them NO! Today, GOD has taken my music all over! It’s a beautiful thing to see white people, Americans, singing my song, Igbo songs that they don’t even know the meaning! GOD did it.

Sometime ago, we were concluding a program, and I was looking for a camera man to snap my picture with Don Moen. When eventually I got someone to take the picture, as I posed with Don, he looked at me and said, ‘Frank Edwards! It is you! I need to take this picture with you!’ And he took his phone and showed me, ‘See, I have all your songs on my phone’. We took the snapshot, and then he said, ‘Frank, I saw online that you have a studio in your home. I would like us to do collaboration together. I’m gonna come to your house for the first recording, and you will come over to mine in U.S. for the finishing.’ Me, the same street boy in Enugu, doing a collabo with Don Moen. Only GOD could have made it happen. Live for GOD. Praise Him and thank Him even when things are not as you would have loved them to be. Do this, and the change will come! Live a life of worship”

As I write this piece, Frank Edwards should still be in the U.S, wrapping up his one of a kind album with Don Moen. Wherever you are now, whatever the challenge, don’t ever give up on GOD. He is not through with you yet! Keep hope alive!

Shalom.
By Kevwe

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Touch Lives, Save Souls

 

You heard he is a cultist. You could not believe it, you said “He is so young and He is just 16 and in SS1”. Now, you have seen him – marijuana parting his lips, a tattooed snake on his arm and in his hand is a bottle of beer. You heard him say that his favorite date is the 7th of July, and you assumed that was his birthday. You stood afar and criticized him, you told your friends that hell awaits him, you shook your head and said to yourself, “He is already doomed”. But you do not know that within the “bad, hard guy” lies a fragile, aching heart wanting to be loved and showed a little care. Now, he only finds solace in his gang because his dad and mom are on the brink of divorce!

She knocked on your door asking to help you do anything for food or money. She looked so unkempt and malnourished. You were torn between pity and disbelief. You know her uncle to be a rich and religious man, an elder in his church, and you can help but wonder why she would be in this sorry state. You concluded that she has been wayward and disrespectful and this is his way of punishing her for some time. Without asking her any questions, you managed to give her a rumpled ₦100 note, sent her away and told her not to come back. She leaves, fighting tears, wondering how she would go back to her uncle who had sworn not to take care of her except she warms his bed!

That man you saw yesterday has been going through a hard time. He is a job-hunting father who just lost his only son and has been pondering on how to bury his dead. He bumped into you and before he could apologize, you have rained insults on him. You saw the tears well up in his eyes but you did not bother to show any empathy. To you, he is just a depressed fellow who should not bother others with his woes.

You saw her in a bar, wreaking of alcohol. She kept laughing and muttering to herself, “Why? Why?” You walked past her, even though a voice inside of you kept telling you to find out her problem. You shut the voice down and tagged her “A cheap drunk. A woman for that matter”! But that cheap drunk is a widow who had just been diagnosed with breast cancer, moreover, she just lost her job a month ago. Now, she thinks those bottles of alcohol could wash away her sorrow.***

And you claim to have the light, you boast in the scriptures because you know only the letters (but

you are devoid of revelation)!

You failed to bring the “bad, hard guy” close and show him the truth and now he has fulfilled the request of his gang by raping his younger sister leaving his whole family distraught and confused;

Also, your ₦100 could not help that young girl for she finally yielded to the advances of her “rich

and religious” uncle. Now, she has been deflowered, all hormones have been let loose. She have been selling her wares to all and sundry and she got pregnant. At present, her cold body is lying in a mortuary because of a failed D&C just because you refused to bring her close and show her the ideals of life. And you claim you have the light;

The depressed man you insulted was seen hanging from a mango tree recently. His suicide note read “I am too weak to carry on”. You could not show him any form sympathy, perhaps, he might have shared his burden with you. Then you would have let him know that in his weakness, God’s strength is manifested. And you claim you have the light;

That “cheap drunk” is now on the hospital bed staring into the space in despair, waiting for death to rap on the door. All she needs is a message of hope, a message that would give her

life – the God kind of life.

You have that message. You are an exquisite perfume, do not bottle up your fragrance, go and

spread it where it is needed.

You are the LIGHT.... do not hide your shine. You are the salt of the world, let your taste be felt.

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