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TEN VIRGINS

This season impressing  on us as believers, calls for prompt actions. where all were given by God should and must be traded with the available measures.

It's high time you started bringing  those things,  those jottings,  those writings,  those prophecies  given to you by God together because,  they are Puzzles..

"Put them all together and get the clear picture of your life."
An average believer writes..  But do not act the scripted writings..

Now let us go back to THE TEN VIRGINS

"FIVE WERE  WISE, THE OTHER FIVE WERE FOOLS."
the lesson I want you to learn is building spiritual capacity for  the task ahead wherein  we  must buy more oil for the daysahead will require.. 

The  simple reason for their foolishness was because they had no extra oil..  The night season came and they were unable to shine a light....

When they heard the cry, when  the bridegroom arrived, the ones  without oil were unable to follow him

We may all be looking dressed,  we all love God and all that but the next few years will reveal who's got the  extra oil  and  those  who were just moving and basking  in the  euphoria of religion..

You may not know now..  You see the brother seemily looking  like he's  fire,  sometimes to you he looks like  an angel,  the sister's tongue  too looks like a glorified tongue.. Hahaha 😂

The season of darkness will require..  And only those who could put on the lantern will stand the test of time..

God could decide to keep you in the Cafe for  years, you may have that same prayer points over and over again, your  prayers may seemily look unanswered, those miracles  you once prayed for may look like its not happening..  Do not relent,  do not  be tired.

It's preparatory..
You see the  TEN VIRGINS..  they all had oil in their lamps.. But the five wise virgins had extra-oil in their vessels and when the five foolish virgins asked if they could give them little oil at the time that the bridegroom showed up,  and they were unable to light their lamps  the wise virgins said to them.. "Go and buy for yourselves" so there is a realm in God, where everyone needs to pay a price for his or her oil..
Oil gives you illumination, It helps lighten your lamp..  So when it comes to fulfillment of your  personal destiny,  you need to take  root in yourselves.. You need you own oil..  You need your own prepatory.. Selah

In conclusion

Chris Delvan a notable minster of God some years ago was traveling  and someone  asked him why do you travel alot..?  Today we see you in Atlanta,  tomorrow we see you in UK.. he smiled at the person and said..i was building capacity in  the cafe  while others  were walking around and now I'm brought to the throne by God when others are hustling and building capacity..

How many of you noticed  that Chris delvan doesn't speak like men of his generation.?  He speaks like one whose seen God in his season and he is still relevant  in this present season

It's called separation from amidst them. The vibe says..

◄ Proverbs 18-1 Through desire a man, having separated himself, seeketh and intermeddleth with all wisdom.

You need to separate from them and intermedle with great wisdom to skim through this dark times..

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lives in MINNA Nigeria.

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