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Intimacy: Repositioning My Perspective

The word Insight on a cork notice boardNormally by this time, I would be writing my end of year note. You know, reflecting on all I have done/achieved/missed and strategizing for the New Year. While I am still doing that, I am heavily focused on the shift I expect to happen in my ministry…writing and film production based on specific actions I want to take or am committed to taking going forward.

Let me digress a little. Sunday afternoons are Disney movie days in my house. My kids struggle for who will snuggle closest to me. They want to be right there by my side, it’s almost as if they think that if they aren’t in that position they’ll miss something. Well truthfully, sometimes they do especially if I have candy or something…LOL. Basically what I’m trying to say is that it’s where they feel safest and are more in tuned with me as their mom. If you aren’t a mom yet maybe you have that niece or nephew or even a pet that wants prime position. Prime positioning has great perks, you get first hand info, you get treats first hand…basically you know the person better than anyone else. You know them or they know you so well that, if someone tell you anything contrary to what you know about them you’re not moved. In pidgin (Nigerian broken English) we’ll say…”come rain, come shine…no shaking.”

A few months ago my pastor Bank Akinmola started preaching about the circles of intimacy with Christ. This message has changed the way I operate and I just pray for God’s grace to help me stay committed to the course. Intimacy is defined as a “close familiarity with…” At certain times in our walk with Jesus, we could be at different stages of intimacy but the goal is to keep growing until you get to the top.

I felt compelled to share since I feel that we should all be aiming towards re-positioning ourselves for our destiny and the only way to do this is changing your perspective. By gaining wisdom/insight and understanding.

  1. Crowd: Curiosity seekers. This is the crowd that followed Jesus about. They weren’t really committed or close they just wanted to see what the fuss was about. It is from this crowd that Zacchaeus broke out when he climbed on top of the tree.
  2. The 5000: These are the people that Jesus fed fish and bread. Remember them? They are the needy bunch.They always have a need when they come to church. Prayers get answered and they leave, to come back again with another need.
  3. The 70: These are the people Jesus sent two by two ahead of Himself in Luke chapter 10. They are impressed with their own resume, their works. They come to church, serve on a committee but don’t really know Christ. They work for Him but have no relationship whatsoever. I have to pause here and send a side note to all the creative people spreading the gospel through your craft. You can’t spread the right message if you don’t pause to hear what the Master is saying. It’s almost like sending someone on an errand, you give them the money(gift) before you tell them what to buy, they are off.Thinking they know what you want. Don’t be lovers of power..your goal should be to have your name written in the book of life and hearing Jesus say “well done”
  4. The 12(Disciples) : We all know about the 12, they walked with Jesus, but just as some of us are, they had varying levels of belief in His power. Thomas was doubting, Peter was bold but had a temper and often thought logically instead of with faith. Judas even betrayed Him. This group are those that hear then Word, inspired for a moment then they loose it because something they didn’t expect happened. Then they come back, same happens and the cycle continues. They are different from the 70 because they walked with Him, knew Him more but were often deterred.
  5. The 3: The inner caucus of Jesus…Peter, John & James. They witnessed moments that the others didn’t. Like the Transfiguration and the Raising Jairus Daughter. They were relentless in their pursuit of the knowledge of Him.
  6. The One Jesus Loved~John: Still out of that inner caucus, John, the disciple referred to as the one Jesus loved broke out. He was the one who laid his head on Jesus shoulder during the Last Supper, he was the disciple that saw the resurrection of Lazarus, he was the disciple that was kept alive to write the book of Revelation. What was different about Him? Because of His closeness to Jesus, he had a different perspective, he didn’t just look at things in the physical but with a heavenly perspective or vantage point. The book of John is has the most recording of Christ speaking. Bottom line John operated from a place of wisdom and clarity because of his closeness to Jesus.

Which circle are you? Which circle do you strive to be? What would you do differently? The circle you are in is directly correlated with the ability to fulfill your God given purpose.

Proverbs 4:7 Getting wisdom is the wisest thing you can do! And whatever else you do, develop good judgment

This is just an abbreviated version of the sermon by Pastor Banks, if you want the full message please go to http://www.wocfanusa.org

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Have a great New Year ahead.


I Can Only Imagine

Stairway_To_Heaven_by_Tizz77Can you imagine what it will be like when you stand in the presence of God. What will you say? What will He say? What will heaven be like? I know what the bible says but actually being there…will He say “Well Done” or would you need a moment to go back and try again..but then again you cant. Okay I know I’m rambling so let me give you a little background.

When I was a kid, wearing a new attire, and making sure my friends admired it, was my sole reason for going to church. I am the only girl in a family of five so my mom would make sure I had the best and Sunday couldn’t come fast enough for me to show off. Then here comes high school, I was actually introduced to Jesus, but in all my love for Him, I refused to read the book of Revelation. I hated End Time movies, and any predictions anybody wanted to give. Hey, I was a high schooler…I didn’t wanna hear about how I will die and go to some place. Cool as Jesus was, I was not ready to meet him.

Now that I look back on those times I can only smile. It seems like a life time ago, so much has changed. I have gotten to know Him on a more personal level and with all the premature deaths happening around, I begin to wonder about my own mortality. Hear me now…In no way am I planning to leave this earth soon, but like it or not it will happen to all of us one day. And there are no do -overs

So this is my plea that we should all live each day with meaning and purpose. Draw closer those who matter most, drop those who distract you from your God given assignment, share the good news of Christ, laugh more, live a little, life is short, you can be here one moment and be gone the next.

I’m not trying to write a downer, far from it, but like I did so many years ago, pretending it won’t happen doesn’t actually stop it from happening. I had a post full of encouragement and motivation but this is what the Holy Spirit planted in my heart to share.

I have written out the chorus to my new favorite song, which expresses my sentiment concisely …

I Can Only Imagine by Tamela Mann. Listen and enjoy!

To be surrounded by your glory

What would my heart feel

Will I dance for you Jesus

Or in awe of you be still

Will I stand in your presence

Or to my knees will I fall

Will I sing Alleluia

Or will I be able to speak at all

I can only Imagine

Be Blessed


Divine Connection

Power of a Name

Suru Lere, Nigeria

Renee woke up with a jolt. She glanced over at the clock  on her dresser. She was late. She threw off the blanket and scurried to the bathroom. She barely had 60 minutes to catch the bus, to make it in time for her ten am interview. Her 1994 Mazda had packed up-for good this time. As much as Renee missed “Bestie” – that was the pet name she gave her car-it had served her well.

Twenty five minutes later, Renee closed her front door and  turned the lock. She smiled, I’m going to make it in time. She was almost at the bus stop when she noticed her portfolio was missing. That’s just great! There was no way she could go for an interview when she didn’t have clips of her work.  She was a journalist for goodness sake and needed samples.  It was barely 8 am and the sun was already on full blast.  She wiped off the beads of sweat that had formed on her forehead. Renee sighed as the bus speed by. With her shoulders drooped, she started the ten minute walk back to her apartment.


Renee’s jet black hair was disheveled, the after effect of wind coming in from the broken window of the taxi she had chartered. She cringed when she thought of the one thousand Naira she just shelled out for the ride. Now she was down to just a thousand to her name. She had no choice if she wanted to make it in time. Renee dashed into the restroom to check  her appearance, the interview would start in twenty minutes. She used a damp handkerchief to wipe her face down, perspiration had made her dark skin even darker. She brushed her hair and applied a layer of lip gloss. Since she had the taxi to herself, her Ankra knee – length skirt and immaculate white blouse didn’t have any creases. As she exited the restroom she ran straight into a lady. Papers flew everywhere, Renee bent down immediately and began gathering the papers.

 “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I wasn’t looking.” Renee made an attempt to put the papers back in order. Renee stood to her full height of five feet six and looked at the woman. Her mouth flew open,so did the lady’s. They both squealed. They hugged each other for what seemed like eternity, rocking back and forth. Renee was the first to speak.

“Ha, good afternoon Ma.” Renee curtsied.

“Dumebi, where have you been. I’ve been looking for you,” The woman said. Renee smiled, it had been a while since anybody called her by her Igbo name. She had no other family calling her that since both her parents were the only children of her late grandparents

The woman continued,” When I came back from America, you had moved out of your house and nobody had your contact. How are you?”

Renee glanced at her watch, she had two minutes.” Aunty Pam, can I have your card? I have an interview now.I’ll call and explain everything.” The woman handed Rene her card. Renee thanked her and ran toward the elevators.


“Young lady, you are late,” her interviewer said.

“I’m sorry sir. I had a minor mishap down stairs…I’m sorry sir,” Renee said. She watched as the man looked at her portfolio. He had a disinterested look in his face. Not again, not again. Since her parents death two years ago, things had gone from bad to worse. She lost her job, got evicted from her Victoria Island apartment,she no longer had a car, even Kachi- her long time boyfriend- had broken up with her. Renee had tried in vain to get a job until this opportunity came along. Lord please help me. She let out a labored breath. Had she not run into her mother’s best friend-Dr. Mrs. Coker- Uwakwe- downstairs she would have been on time.

“Eheen, your work looks good but-“

Renee knew where he was going and cut him off. “Mr. Wale, please,look again. My work is good. I can even get you a reference from Dr. Mrs. Coker-Uwakwe.” Renee noticed Mr. Wale perked up at the mention of Aunty Pam’s name. He was suddenly interested.  Hmmm, she was on to something.

“Which Dr. Coker- Uwakwe? The one of Hope Medical Center in Lekki?” he asked.

“Yes Sir.” Renee knew for sure she had his attention now. She spent the next twenty-five minutes bragging on her relationship with Aunty Pam while the man took another look at her work.


It had been five days since the interview. Renee was on her way back home from buying bread at the corner kiosk. Mama Bisi’s kiosk was the only one that allowed her to run a tab.  She was miserable. Just when she thought things were looking up, the devil had started again. MTN,the local phone provider, was having problems with its lines so she hadn’t been able to speak to Aunty Pam. Renee had no idea where she lived now, since she moved from her Lekki house. The card she gave her, had only a phone number on it. Renee had managed her one thousand Naira well, but was now down to fifty. The future was looking bleak. She heard the blaring of a motorcycle horn and she stepped out of the way. She was about to turn onto her street when the cyclist stopped next to her.

“Excuse me, do you know where number 1495  Kings Lane is?” the man asked. He was an Express Mail courier.

“What’s the name on the letter?”she asked. It was her address but she wanted to be sure. The cyclist confirmed it was her house he was looking for. She signed for the letter and he left. Renee opened the letter, her eyes bugging out as she read it. She got out her phone. Maybe MTN is okay now, she thought. She dialed Aunty Pam’s number eager to share the news with someone. Her face cracked in a smile when the phone was answered on the first ring.

“Aunty Pam, good afternoon.” Renee curtsied even though she knew the lady couldn’t see her. They exchanged pleasantries and Renee quickly gave her a summarized version of what she had been through the last two years. Then Renee  shared her good news, her mouth opened, she couldn’t believe the coincidence. Aunty Pam had saved Mr. Wale’s daughter life years ago. The young lady had just been involved in an accident and needed surgery. Mr. Wale was just starting out in his career and had no money to pay for the procedure. Aunty Pam had stepped in and the rest was history. The man owed Aunty Pam a favor. Which apparently, Renee cashed in on when she unknowingly dropped Aunty Pam’s name.

The End

 Renee dropped Aunty Pam’s name and received favor. Have you tried dropping the name of Jesus Christ today? Why don’t you speak to your situation and drop the name of our Lord? Tell whatever it is messing with you that you are a child of the most High.

John 14:14 “You may ask anything in my name and I will do it”

Philippians 2: 10-11 “that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, in heaven and on earth and under the earth, and every tongue acknowledge that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father

©Unoma Nwankwor 2013

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