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SPIRITUAL SACRIFICES

Simply, spiritual sacrifices is  trading a value of higher worth for something of lesser worth in order to gain something else  valued more, such as an ally or strengthened relationship, or to avoid an even greater loss; to give without expecting profit to gain  or something in honor of.

For which cause we faint not; but though our outward man perish, yet the inward man is renewed day by day (2cor 4:16) 

When we commit to make certain level of sacrifices to seek God we may be weak on the outside, we may feel as if nothing much is happening,  nobody is acknowledging your sacrifice , nobody is seeing but just keep on going..

 The bible says
"If the clouds be full of rain, they empty themselves upon the earth: and if the tree fall toward the south, or toward the north, in the place where the tree falleth, there it shall"

 Sacrifices open doors to step into higher spiritual ordinations

So God may be saying step out of your comfort zones, lay hold  on powers to shut heavens, lay hold on new realm in the miraculous and In that of the prophetic.. For no matter the level of God you've seen, we have higher callings..

God will give men authority, God will give men power..
"But there is a price to pay.."

John 12:23
Jesus replied, “The hour has come for the Son of Man to be glorified."
Sacrifice seemily looks like suffering to physicality and flesh, but after levels of tortuous denial of flesh, a glory follows

I once listened to a message of how the set man  of OMEGA FIRE MINISTRY.. apostle Johnson Suleiman  ate from a dustbin,  he's trecked miles  barefooted evangelizing, he had no money to transport himself despite having desires to share the word of God with the people.. But see him today  the glory that clouded his vessel as human, is enviable..  But those times were his death time..

Many other ministers  would tell you various afflictions they passed through,  what are you passing through  now?  Just because they  gossiped about you , you left church.

Because they said you used to wear one skirt you're  angry already.. What sacrifice are you paying  for the glory ahead?

So there is a connection between death and glory...When God brings you into a level of your work with him, he allows you to go through a season of death, a season of affliction,  a season of torture on the he flesh that would bring another level of Glory..

For I reckon that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory which shall be revealed in us.

 But if we refuse to go through that season of death..  We would remain in that level of lesser glory..

Let this continue to ring in your head.

When God wants to bring you into another level of Glory, he takes you into another level of depth and death that would give birth to the next level of Glory..

  There is a season of crushing that produces the oil, there is a season of crushing that produces the popularly demanded  guinea corn. there is a season of crushing that produces that orange juice..

If you must be relevant, afflictions is nothing but a must to pass through..

You can see that golden necklace and  admire it today  on sister Rebbecca's neck from a far distance,    let me remind you that the "Gold" was subjected to fire,  to gross heating  before it came out glittering..

Finally let me allude to the pregnant woman, when the pregnancy is within,  she's forced to do things  she doesn't want to do,  to spit out saliva when she's not willing,  to sleep when she doesn't want to, her walking steps changes,  she's forced to wear big gowns even though she wished to slay on flare skirts and shape-revealing trousers (Don't mind me) lol.. Sometimes she's irritating to a common man..  But immediately she delivers a " life "

She becomes an object of celebration.. 
People come from far and wide to celebrate  her..even when she cried bitterly at the labour room saying  after this one,  I will not take in anymore.. Once she gives birth, she's forgotten the whole pain she passed through..

#Buildingyourweightofglory
#BeCrushedinchrist
#Taketheafflictionsandthesufferings
#Gloryberevealedsoon

Your author..
Ola Vincent.O
Lives in Minna Nigeria

08171466339

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