The Day the Gatekeepers Died

The Day the Gatekeepers Died

But sitting in class today, I couldn’t help but smile a little. As the lecturer kept talking about how much power media gatekeepers have, I was happy he was teaching us history, not what’s happening now. At least not as bad as then.

An ancient archaeological hill (Tel Megiddo) rising gently from the vast Jezreel Valley at golden hour, with visible layers of buried civilizations exposed in the earth.

The Mountain Was Never the Point

When I was younger, I thought success lived on the mountain. They promote you at your workplace. You bought a house. And more… We spend years climbing. We convince ourselves life begins at the summit. After a Sunday school class, I was thinking about Mount Megiddo History remembers it for battles. Scripture uses it as a symbol. But if you visit today, you’ll find something unexpected. It isn’t a towering mountain. It’s a hill built … Read on

The Saint Who Starved

The Saint Who Starved

This brings us to a quiet but profound truth: A wise person avoids extremes in both bad deeds and good deeds. Life is balance.

The Poverty of Logic — Letter #28

The Poverty of Logic — Letter #28

You think that the antidote to self-destruction was better education. But watching a man willingly inhale smoke from a box that promises to kill him, I realized that we humans are not driven by what we know but…

The Church and the Religion Disruption

The Church and the Religion Disruption

Years from now, we’ll look back and realize the disruption didn’t begin with empty pews or declining denominations. It began when people started seeking God for themselves.

The future of the Church may not be about bigger buildings, but deeper believers.

Protect your energy; protect your circle

Protect your energy; protect your circle

If you are a creator, you know that building anything of value is lonely. Whether you are building a business, changing career paths, or getting your life together.

I Know Who I Be - Davido. Who are You?

I Know Who I Be. Who are You?

You must have gone insane if you think your story, is my story. I know who I be, and there is no other me.

The Architecture of the Unseen

The Architecture of the Unseen

I spent my morning watching some guys pull up the stone pathway outside my office. The stones had been looking rough for ages. They all pointed fingers at the last heat season, but then they lifted that heavy slate, and we saw what was going on down in the dark…

The Weight of Commitment

The Weight of Commitment

I always assumed that making a massive decision was a mental exercise, a matter of mapping out risks in a quiet room. But this morning, when I held the contract, I understood that the mind does not decide at all. They have a distinct physical weight, and they demand a very specific kind of surrender…

The Architecture of Patience

The Architecture of Patience

I learnt that speed is the ultimate currency of the builder. Until I stopped to examine the rings of an old tree someone had cut down. It turns out that wood forced to grow too fast becomes wide, soft, and incapable of bearing actual weight…