Stay with me, Lord, for it is necessary to have You present so that I do not forget You. You know how easily I abandon You. Stay with me, Lord, because I am weak and need Your strength, that I may not fall so often. Stay with me, Lord, for You are my life, and without You, I am without fervor. Stay with me, Lord, for You are my light, and without You, I am in darkness. Stay with me, Lord, to show me Your will. Stay with me, Lord, so that I hear Your voice and follow You. Stay with me, Lord, for I desire to love You very much and always be in Your company. Stay with me, Lord, if You wish me to be faithful to You. Stay with me, Lord, for as poor as my soul is, I want it to be a place of consolation for You, a nest of love. Stay with me, Jesus, for it is getting late and the day is coming to a close, and life passes; death, judgment, eternity approach. It is necessary to renew my strength, so that I will not stop along the way, and for that, I need You. It is getting late and death approaches. I fear the darkness, the temptations, the dryness, the cross, the sorrows. Oh how I need You, my Jesus, in this night of exile. Stay with me tonight, Jesus, in life with all its dangers. I need You. Let me recognize You as Your disciples did at the breaking of the bread, so that the Eucharistic Communion be the light which disperses the darkness, the force which sustains me, the unique joy of my heart. Stay with me, Lord, because at the hour of my death, I want to remain united to You, if not by Communion, at least by grace and love. Stay with me, Jesus, I do not ask for divine consolation, because I do not merit it, but the gift of Your Presence, oh yes, I ask this of You. Stay with me, Lord, for it is You alone I look for: Your Love, Your Grace, Your Will, Your Heart, Your Spirit, because I love You and ask no other reward but to love You more and more. With a firm love, I will love You with all my heart while on earth and continue to love You perfectly during all eternity. Amen.

The Sacred Heart of Jesus is the visible sign of God’s endless love for us. It is a heart that was pierced, yet continues to love; wounded, yet continues to heal; rejected, yet continues to forgive. When we look at the Sacred Heart, we are reminded that we are deeply loved, even in our weakness, failures, and struggles. Jesus does not love us because we are perfect; He loves us because He is love. The Heart of Jesus invites us to allow our hearts to become more like His. To be compassionate, forgiving, patient, and open to God’s will and love of others. Most Sacred Heart of Jesus, make our hearts like unto Thine. Amen.

Every battle that has stolen your peace is coming to an end. God is restoring what was lost.

THE CRY OF THE PERSECUTED CHURCH IN NIGERIA I write with tears in my eyes and pain in my heart. While many sleep peacefully at night, thousands of Christians across Nigeria go to bed wondering if they will wake up alive the next morning. This is not a story from centuries ago. This is not something found only in the pages of history. This is happening now. In many villages, Christian mothers put their children to sleep not knowing whether terrorists will invade before dawn. Fathers kneel beside their families and pray, not because they are certain of tomorrow, but because prayer is all they have left. Imagine a little girl standing beside her mother's lifeless body. Imagine a boy calling for his father who will never answer again. Imagine families running into the bush with nothing but the clothes on their backs as their homes burn behind them. For many Christians in Nigeria, this is not imagination. It is reality. I think of a young boy in one of the displaced persons camps. Every evening he sits quietly at the entrance of a small shelter. Whenever visitors arrive, he asks the same question: "Have you seen my mother?" Months have passed since terrorists attacked his village. His mother disappeared during the chaos. Yet every day he waits, hoping she will walk through the crowd and call his name. The heartbreaking truth is that she may never return. How do you explain such pain to a child? How do you tell him that the person who carried him for nine months, who wiped his tears, who sang him to sleep, may never come back? How do you tell him that hatred stole his future? The Bible says in Psalm 34:18, "The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit." Today, millions of hearts in Nigeria are broken. Church buildings have been destroyed. Communities have been displaced. Children have become orphans. Women have become widows. Families have been scattered. Yet in the midst of the suffering, Christians continue to worship. They still gather under trees when church buildings are burned. They still sing hymns when tears fill their eyes. They still pray for their enemies when revenge would seem easier. They still hold onto Christ when everything else has been taken away. Their faith reminds us of the words of Romans 8:35: "Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall trouble or hardship or persecution or famine or nakedness or danger or sword?" The persecuted Church in Nigeria is bleeding, but it is not broken. The persecuted Church is crying, but it is not silent. The persecuted Church is suffering, but it has not surrendered. Today I ask the world not to look away. Remember the mothers who will never see their children again. Remember the fathers who died protecting their families. Remember the children who go to sleep hungry in displacement camps. Remember the believers who risk their lives simply to gather and worship Jesus. Their blood cries out. Their tears matter. Their lives matter. And their faith deserves to be remembered. May God comfort every grieving family. May He protect those who live under constant threat. May He strengthen those who refuse to deny their faith. And may the day come when every Christian in Nigeria can worship freely without fear. "For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all." — 2 Corinthians 4:17 Until that day, we will continue to pray. We will continue to speak.

Indeed, at the name of Jesus, every knee should bow in heaven and earth, and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ in Lord, to the glory of God the Father.

Whatever the trouble may be, you must come out. O my soul, have rest—have rest, rest. God is in control. I may not understand the path of the wind, nor how life is formed in the womb, but this I know: if God is for me, no one can stand against me.

May the Lord go before you today, guide your steps, protect you from harm, bless the work of your hands, and fill your heart with peace. May grace speak for you in all you do. Amen. 🙏🏽

As we begin this new day, may God go before you. Guide your decisions, protect you from evil, strengthen you in moments of weakness, and fill your heart with peace. May your work be fruitful, your words be kind, and your life reflect God's grace today. Amen.

Divine Mercy, only hope for despairing souls, I trust in You🙏🏿

The Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit are different persons but one and the same God. The Holy Spirit is the bond of love that makes the Trinity one. We too, though different, are still one humanity. May this same Holy Spirit make us one with God & one with one another. Amén

A Cry From the Persecuted Church in Nigeria: Please Do Not Forget Us 🇳🇬 To Christians around the world, I write today with a heavy heart on behalf of countless families in Nigeria whose suffering is often overlooked. This is not about politics or attention. it is about children who have lost their parents, widows who have lost their husbands, and communities shattered by violence. Recently, reports emerged of an attack involving a Christian school in Oyo State. What should have been a place of learning became a place of fear. While many children around the world celebrated Children’s Day with joy, some Nigerian children spent that same period in fear, grief, and uncertainty. In our camp, we see the pain that headlines cannot fully capture. I remember a young boy who sat near the entrance every evening, waiting for his mother. He believed she would come for him, not knowing she had been killed. I remember a little girl who asked every night, “Did anyone find my daddy today?” Eventually, she stopped asking. not because she understood, but because hope was fading. These stories are not rare. Many children have become orphans overnight. Many carry wounds that cannot be seen. They struggle with fear, trauma, and loss while the world moves on to the next headline Scripture tells us, “If one part suffers, every part suffers with it” (1 Corinthians 12:26). Yet many of these families feel forgotten. This is not just Nigeria’s burden. These are human lives created in the image of God. Despite their suffering, I have met believers whose faith remains unshaken. Widows still worship. Orphans still sing hymns. Families who have lost everything still proclaim that Christ is Lord. Their faith is a testimony to God’s sustaining grace. Today, I ask for three things: pray, remember, and stand with the persecuted Church. Pray for grieving families, vulnerable children, pastors or priests serving in dangerous areas, and all those living with the scars of violence. Pray that God will comfort the brokenhearted and strengthen those who suffer for His name. Please do not forget these children. Do not forget these families. Behind every statistic is a face, a name, and a story. May the Church of Jesus Christ continue to remember and support its suffering brothers and sisters wherever they may be. May God comfort the brokenhearted, defend the innocent, and strengthen His people. Amen.

You cried so many times in private. Now, God is about to bless you publicly.

Like the fig tree in today’s Gospel, we can become busy with activities, words, and appearances, yet remain spiritually unfruitful. May our lives not merely look Christian, but truly bear fruits worthy of the Gospel.

May God grant you healing🙏

Jesus is the truth, the way and the light

O God, who by the light of the Holy Spirit did instruct the hearts of the faithful, grant that by the same Holy Spirit we may be truly wise and ever rejoice in His consolations. Through Christ our Lord. Amen.

Fulani terrorists continue to devastate communities in Nigeria. Homes are being destroyed, villages emptied, and countless families left in fear and mourning. Children are crying beside the bodies of loved ones, while many mothers go to sleep uncertain of what the next day may bring. 💔 We are deeply grateful to everyone who has continued to pray, support, and donate during this painful time. Your kindness is bringing hope, relief, and help to many affected families.

Look at the fear and pain written across this man’s face in the final moments before he was beheaded by bandits. Tell me… is this how a human being is supposed to die? What was his crime? Was it simply trying to provide daily bread for his family? He left home like every other Nigerian, hoping to return alive. He never knew the journey would end in horror, tears, and bloodshed. At that moment, I can only imagine the thoughts running through his mind… His wife… His children… His unfinished dreams… His cry for mercy that probably never came. 😭 More than 45 innocent people are still being held in the forest by these wicked men. Some are only 4 or 5 years old. Little children who should be sleeping safely beside their mothers are now surrounded by fear, hunger, and terror. “How long, O Lord? Will You forget us forever?” — Psalm 13:1 But even in this darkness, we hold onto God’s promise: “The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.” — Psalm 34:18 🙏 One day, this season of bloodshed and tears shall pass. One day, God will wipe away the tears of His people. One day, peace will return again.

On Saturday last week, something happened in Barkin Ladi that should have shaken the conscience of the world. At least eight innocent people were killed and eight others injured after terrorists invaded the community, about 30 miles south of Jos, Plateau State. But behind those numbers are real human lives. People who woke up that morning with plans. Parents who kissed their children goodbye. Families who never imagined that night would come too soon. In a matter of moments, everything was taken. Homes that once carried laughter became places of screaming silence. Children were left in shock, staring at what no child should ever see. Communities were forced to bury their loved ones in tears that words cannot explain. And just when you think the pain should be allowed to settle… Just when you think people should be allowed to breathe again… Today, Wednesday May 13, 2026, the same Barkin Ladi has been attacked again. No warning that healing time is over. No mercy for the wounded hearts still trying to recover from the last massacre. No compassion for children still waking up in fear from what they saw days ago. It feels like trauma is being forced on top of trauma. Like grief is not allowed to rest. Like the people are being punished again and again for simply existing. How does a place bury its dead and still have to fear for tomorrow? How does a mother cry over one loss and then face another attack before her tears even dry? How does a child understand why safety keeps disappearing from their hands? What kind of darkness is this that does not pause even for mourning? What kind of hearts carry out such acts without trembling? Which god do these evil doers claim to worship that human life carries no value at all to them? Sometimes words fail… because what is happening feels beyond words. It feels like a land is slowly being stretched beyond its breaking point. Families are not just losing people… they are losing peace, losing sleep, losing the ability to feel safe in their own homes. Plateau State is bleeding from wounds that are not given time to heal. Nigeria is crying under the weight of repeated sorrow. And innocent people are paying a price they never chose. But even in this pain, we refuse silence. We will keep speaking. We will keep telling these stories. We will keep crying out until the world cannot pretend not to hear anymore. Because these are not statistics. These are human beings. These are children, parents, families—lives that mattered. Please… pray for Nigeria. Pray for Plateau State. Pray for the broken families still trying to survive what they cannot explain. Pray for the children who now sleep with fear as their closest companion. Nigeria is bleeding… and it cannot be ignored any longer. 💔🇳🇬

Giving is a transfer of Assets between realms!