Brave, Courage & Bold III

I’ll be turning 25 in less than a month. It’s been quite a reflective time for me. Like I mentioned in one of my previous posts, I’ve been reading Yours Truly, Ele Momoh. And I am seeing myself through new eyes. 

In reading, I’m realizing that I have been a certain way, with certain thoughts, certain perspectives and a certain way of interpreting life for a long time. I realize that the same things have been important to me for a long time too. 

The one thing that I find I need to address as I approach this quarter of my life (I mean, I may just decide to live to be a hundred!) is the need to be courageous, brave and bold. 

Someone once said, Don’t tell a child to be creative. Insert them in a situation or an environment where they would be hard pressed not to be creative. I feel God is doing the same thing to me. He has told me for so long to be strong and courageous. Every time, I have managed to compromise and withdraw into a comfortable shell of just OK and timidity. However, He seems to be forcing me into situations that warrant boldness and courage. I am hard pressed to remain unmoved. I am hard pressed to stay hidden. I am hard pressed to bank the fire on my inside. I am hard pressed not to want to break out of this place of small and weak, not just for myself, but for a generation that will be here long after I’m gone.

I was at a meeting (what we call church programmes here) sometime ago, and words were spoken over me. The power of God enveloped me so tightly I almost couldn’t breathe. And while I was there, thinking about the words and seeing the resonance in my own spirit, it dawned on me that being impactful takes a bold that many an average person wouldn’t dare. I remembered the prayers I’d been making, telling God to help me be more impactful and more deliberate and more of a person with meaning, depth, and substance to pass on to my here and now generation and also to posterity.

He was answering me. And I could hear Him loud and clear.

It may not be right now, but I sense it is drawing near, the time when what is within me will be blended together into a fine mix and I will be bold to bring it forth. Do I sense a struggle? Yes! Because I still sometimes like to be part of polite society. And there’s always a risk of closing that door when you step out on the path less traveled. 

So, boldness and courage to believe. Courage with my convictions. Boldness to stay, in difficult places, until the true me is developed. Courage to be broken, remaining in the purifying fire of trial until beauty and strength is brought forth. Courage to be strong in the Lord and in the power of His might. 

Ephesians 3:16 (KJVA)

“…to be strengthened with might by His Spirit in the inner man… “

Brave, Courage & Bold II

I’ll be turning 25 in less than a month. It’s been quite a reflective time for me. Like I mentioned in one of my previous posts, I’ve been reading Yours Truly, Ele Momoh. And I am seeing myself through new eyes. 

In reading, I’m realizing that I have been a certain way, with certain thoughts, certain perspectives and a certain way of interpreting life for a long time. I realize that the same things have been important to me for a long time too. 

The one thing that I find I need to address as I approach this quarter of my life (I mean, I may just decide to live to be a hundred!) is the need to be courageous, brave and bold. 

Someone once said, Don’t tell a child to be creative. Insert them in a situation or an environment where they would be hard pressed not to be creative. I feel God is doing the same thing to me. He has told me for so long to be strong and courageous. Every time, I have managed to compromise and withdraw into a comfortable shell of just OK and timidity. However, He seems to be forcing me into situations that warrant boldness and courage. I am hard pressed to remain unmoved. I am hard pressed to stay hidden. I am hard pressed to bank the fire on my inside. I am hard pressed not to want to break out of this place of small and weak, not just for myself, but for a generation that will be here long after I’m gone.

I was at a meeting (what we call church programmes here) sometime ago, and words were spoken over me. The power of God enveloped me so tightly I almost couldn’t breathe. And while I was there, thinking about the words and seeing the resonance in my own spirit, it dawned on me that being impactful takes a bold that many an average person wouldn’t dare. I remembered the prayers I’d been making, telling God to help me be more impactful and more deliberate and more of a person with meaning, depth, and substance to pass on to my here and now generation and also to posterity.

He was answering me. And I could hear Him loud and clear.

It may not be right now, but I sense it is drawing near, the time when what is within me will be blended together into a fine mix and I will be bold to bring it forth. Do I sense a struggle? Yes! Because I still sometimes like to be part of polite society. And there’s always a risk of closing that door when you step out on the path less traveled. 

So, boldness and courage to believe. Courage with my convictions. Boldness to stay, in difficult places, until the true me is developed. Courage to be broken, remaining in the purifying fire of trial until beauty and strength is brought forth. Courage to be strong in the Lord and in the power of His might. 

Ephesians 3:16 (KJVA)

“…to be strengthened with might by His Spirit in the inner man… “

Brave, Courage & Bold II

As I read through Scripture, I realize and hold to the conviction that God never made us to live empty, selfish lives. It would make no meaning whatsoever. 

There’s something distinctly God in every one of us that calls out to and for a depth that is beyond us. It’s obvious from the things that fascinate us. In science, we are mesmerized by the universe and planetary bodies. We want to go beyond, see beyond. Galaxies. The Milky Way. Other planets. Aliens (though I’m still very sceptical of any alien that isn’t as cool as Bumblebee or Optimus Prime). Beings and life from outside of our world. Then we move over to art. Depictions of heaven, hell and other matter that we only see in our dreams. Movies. Music. We are all reaching for a depth.

The thing is, all that we search for is in one place: Christ. I read a commentary in my Bible, just after Ephesians 1:3. There is a line that says that Jesus Christ (the Anointed One) is the Lord to whom we belong and the SPIRITUAL PLACE where every believer is presently located. Think about it: we are already within that depth that we are grappling for…at least you are if you are born again. 

Now, for the boldness to live like you are there. 

A good number of us lack that. We would rather embrace the parts of us that are easy to handle than let ourselves be drawn into and in by this Anointing. We pretend that only our pastors and leaders need courage. That’s laughable. If anything, we need it more than they do. Why? Because they have proven to us over centuries that they will not hide beneath anything: not scandal, not mistakes, not fallibility, not success. They have shown us what it means to reach continually for the anointing, no matter where it sucks you, and to live courageously and meaningfully by the power of God. 

I think it’s about time the rest of us, on the opposite side of the pulpit, put aside our safety nets and jumped headlong into the depth that is Jesus, disregarding everything else. Is it easy? Err, maybe you should jump and find out. What’s the outcome going to be? Again, jump. Maybe when we jump into that anointing, that blood of Jesus that we like to sing about, leaving inhibition behind, we just may find all the peace and contentment we seek, and more. And then we will be able to help others dive in too. 

The meaning and substance we seek, we will find as we surrender, and as we do, we will find that it is quite easy to live fully, deeply, courageously and more impactful. 

Being brave never gets old. Reach for the Anointing, and let it do in you and to you what it should. 

Brave, Courage & Bold

So, I have been going back in time. I feel like my life is a time capsule which I open every decade or so. It’s amazing seeing myself in retrospect. I ask myself sometimes why I attempted to (and obviously succeeded at!) documenting so much of my life. It’s been in me, always, this recording and keeping track. 

I am presently reading a notebook that has my writings from May 2010. I turned 18 in May 2010, the 23rd precisely. Yeah, and that was my way of telling you all that my birthday is approaching. Don’t say I didn’t tell you oh! 

In this notebook, I am reading things that are blessing and impressing me out of the water! And it’s this reading that gave rise to this post.

First, let me back up and apologize for the long spaces in between my posts. I’ve been writing for some time now so I don’t necessarily lack for material. I just sometimes lack the courage. I wonder if I’m ready to wave goodbye to all the good opinions I’ve been riding on. I wonder if this will affect someone the wrong way. I wonder if people will understand that this is what I’m trying to say and not this other thing. I wonder if anyone will be able to relate. I wonder if I’m being too forward. I wonder and wonder and wonder until I feel the seams in my head slowly reaching disintegration point then I switch it off, head to YouTube and watch “This I Promise You”.

But as I read me, I realize that I’ve always desired to speak from my heart, hard as it may be. I’ve always desired to be true, to be authentic, not just a babbling intellectualist. I’ve always longed to be brave with my help, with my love, with my actions, with my conviction. And I’ve always known that truth comes at a cost and honesty requires a price. 


Bravery is such a wonderful word, so noble. Look at that. BRAVE. Quite dashing when you imagine it. But it’s price isn’t always so wonderful and dashing. The price of bravery is a risk of losing the world you know for one you think could be better. No one else has seen this world, no one has heard of or even believes in this new world, but you. 

Bravery sometimes means uncountable lonely and sleepless and cold nights. Bravery sometimes means that you take a risk believing that this better world you envision is  there, and not just a figment of imagination.

And bravery, courage and boldness can only be brought into question when a heart is involved; a personal matter that the brave one carries within himself or herself with so much significance. 

I wrote a poem on being brave. I’ll share it in my next post. Reading it brought me to see that if I never get bold, I just may be hoarding the solution of an entire generation. If I don’t take courage, I may never be able to help anyone truly. If I don’t rise up bravely, no one else will hear the stories that I alone could write or tell. 

So forgive me for not being brave. Forgive me for withholding such precious substance from you. Forgive me for doubting the Ever Present Strength and Ability that is our God. Forgive me for not writing more because I kid myself that I cannot make a difference. Forgive me…

…and be brave yourself.