If anyone publicly acknowledges me as his friend, I will openly acknowledge him as my friend before my Father in heaven. Words of Jesus, as recorded by the tax collector Matthew in the tenth chapter and thirty-second verse.

Have you ever heard of Rachel Scott? Did you by chance stumble on the movies God’s Not Dead, Do You Believe, or I’m Not Ashamed while surfing the net recently? Lovers of rap and Lecrae would be familiar with the 116 clique, with roots in Romans 1:16.

What about Paul, the radical mystic? Surely you know a story or two about Father Abraham. The sacrifice of Isaac on the mount is not hot-off-the-press news.

The expression, “Without faith it is impossible to please God?” must have at one time pinged your ear. Do you have a bible within reach? You are familiar with the march round the walls of Jericho, the seven thunderous shouts, the collapse of the wall, the confusion between three kingdoms when facing the Israelites, the blind confession made by thousands each day, claiming, “I believe that Jesus is the Son of God.”



Do you believe? All the above are bound by a central stem: Faith

Often, our decisions originate from the signals we receive of our minds. A mind that is centered on the wonders of oxygen would definitely feed the owner with anger if an ignorant says oxygen has no use. The one who has enjoyed the beauty of vitamins would give all to debate that vitamin B3 is of greater contribution to the body than carbohydrates.

Math geeks prefer isolation to a disconnection from calculus and algebra.

Spiritual matters too.


There are three pillars supporting the Christianity structure. The most visible, which defines our all in all and speaks volume faster than our words would is love. Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you. Greater love hath no man than laying down his life for his friends.

Why then is faith essential?


It is our identity. Love defines us. Faith separates us.

I’ve seen a lot of subtle denials. I’ve subjected myself to a lot of them. Finding it a mountainous task to reply, “Yes, I believe in the Son of God. Yes, I believe in the trinity.”

When Paul wrote, “I am not ashamed of the gospel,” he didn’t mean the gospel can bring shame. He didn’t mean the gospel is yucky. Paul’s 116 creed is a response to the ideology stamped to the gospel.

The gospel is associated with incredulity. Twenty-first century technology neglected, a gob of professionals still ask, “Did Jesus really come to earth?” Or even funnier, “Is there a God?” Or more profound, “Was Jesus crucified?”


Really. We are blind.

We need to see. What if you, a bible scholar for ten years, a Sunday School teacher, a known writer among friends, an acclaimed spoken word artiste, a successful businessman, a leading pastor, a cheerful husband, friend and father, a perfect Proverbs 31 woman… What if you don’t believe?

A respected lifelong author said, “Often, we have to bare the veils before us to see who we really are.”

School has hung a veil. Church has. Goals. Careers. Need for change. Need to be a solution. Need to succeed in a particular field. Need to break free and explore. Need to be a leading entrepreneur. Need to stand for a particular cause. Need to endorse or reject activists and politics and all other stuffs filling our word. Need to have a need.

The veil must be torn.

We may not always win, but God has already won, and we gotta be proud of that. It’s the essence of everything else.

So tear the veil before you. Ask for new sights. Be ready to see. Pray to the Father, He loves to help.

And stand. Stand for your faith. For the gospel.

Running the race and working the vision succeeds this basis.

Afterword: It’s essential to thank you, the reader, for reading. Thanks a lot.


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