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Our Own Christianity is so Poor, Money can't Rich Us...Pun intended!




I was having a discussion with a friend, and then he said to me.

“Kingdavid, do you know what my fellowship leader said to me over the phone just now?”

I replied and said, “I’m a serial ranter not a mind reader.

He laughed and said; well he told me he wants me to be part of his dream.

“Hmm, part of his dream, how so?” I asked, curious.

“Imagine KD, he said he has a very big dream and he wants to touch the world, and he wants me to be part of it, so I should create some beautiful designs for him to showcase his brand and ideas to the world.”

“So in other words, he wants you to create the designs for free?” I asked with irritation.

“My brother, you don see am now.” He said

Hence my rant

This is why Christians are the poorest of the poor.

They are so poor, Money cannot save them

Christians from this part of the world are so poor, money can’t rich them.

Pun intended!

The poverty runs deep, it’s not just financially but psychologically, mentally, socially, intellectually, spiritually and everything ally.

The average Nigerian Christian is morally delusional and spiritually bankrupt.

They are so basic!

You want someone to be part of your dream and take over the world, yet you won’t pay him for his art.

You won't bless him for his craft.

You won't respect the art, his art or her art as the case may be!!!

You won’t pay the brother for the skill he uses to feed himself and his family.

Even the Bible said the laborer is worthy of his reward or so...I’m not a Bible scholar.

But you will hide under grace dragging another to the gutters, just so you can finish your own race.

So much faith yet so little humanity.

We have lost our humanity with this man made Christianity.

We manipulate with scriptures

Quote Bible passages to harm not to heal.

Deceive with tongues

Lie with holiness.

It’s an abuse of grace!

The fragile minded and gullible reasoning Christians run from wolves into the hands of serpents in sheep’s clothing.

Like goats they are led to the slaughter.

I made a post recently regarding why the Church can never make you rich.

Fanatics came at me privately with pitchforks and long spears.

Story for another day....On a second note, nah...it doesn't matter, they don't matter.

Back to the story.

So, you cannot support the young man’s vision by paying him what is due him.

But you want to use him to fuel your own dream.

And when you make it

You won’t even hire him

You will hire someone else from the world.

The average Nigerian Christians are so petty.

We rebuke the worldly business men and entrepreneurs yet do the exact thing they do, only difference is we do it as a deacon, choir master, usher, prayer warrior or pastor.

We do it blasting in tongues.

The hypocrisy is so obvious

Even the blind can see

But the average Nigerians won’t, because they are not blind.

They are worse.

They are average.

They are pretty.

And they are basic.

So they believe God will pay them handsomely.

And God will, but in Heaven.

So you have to die first to be rich.

Or die poor to be rich in heaven.

The earth is your house and you will pay yourself here.

With your skill.

Nobody else will.

You will earn from your learn

So learn, earn and then men will yearn for you.

Then bargain

You hold the chips

So bargain

Don't be deceived.

Everything is for sale

So put a price tag to your substance

Else it will soon lose its value.

 “So what should I do?” he asked me.

I looked at him long and hard for a while and then answered “Forgive and forget."

Putting my earpiece on and continuing my work.

I have spoken.

Serial Ranter



Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne

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