Saturday, July 6, 2013

"HEAVEN" as written by a 17-year old boy

Hey guys. I just thought it nice to share this with you
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This is excellent and really gets you thinking about what will happen in Heaven.

17-year-old Brian Moore had only a short time to write something for a class. The subject was what Heaven was like. "I wowed 'em," he later told his father, Bruce. It's a killer. It's the bomb. It's the best thing I ever wrote." It also was the last.
Brian's parents had forgotten about the essay when a cousin found it while cleaning out the teenager's locker at Teays Valley High School in Pickaway County
Brian had been dead only hours, but his parents desperately wanted every piece of his life near them, notes from classmates and teachers, and his homework. Only two months before, he had handwritten the essay about encountering Jesus in a file room full of cards detailing every moment of the teen's life. But it was only after Brian's death that Beth and Bruce Moore realized that their son had described his view of heaven.
It makes such an impact that people want to share it. "You feel like you are there," Mr. Moore said. Brian Moore died May 27, 1997, the day after Memorial Day. He was driving home from a friend's house when his car went off Bulen-Pierce Road in Pickaway County and struck a utility pole. He emerged from the wreck unharmed but stepped on a downed power line and was electrocuted.
The Moore 's framed a copy of Brian's essay and hung it among the family portraits in the living room. "I think God used him to make a point. I think we were meant to find it and make something out of it," Mrs. Moore said of the essay. She and her husband want to share their son's vision of life after death. "I'm happy for Brian.. I know he's in heaven. I know I'll see him.
Here is Brian's essay entitled
"The Room."
Page 1
In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall covered with small index card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endless in either direction, had very different headings.
As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read "Girls I have liked." I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one. And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was. This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn't match. A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching.
A file named "Friends" was next to one marked "Friends I have betrayed." The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird. "Books I Have Read," "Lies I Have Told," "Comfort I have Given," "Jokes I Have Laughed at."
Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: "Things I've yelled at my brothers." Others I couldn't laugh at: "Things I Have Done in My Anger", "Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents." I never ceased to be surprised by the contents Often there were many more cards than expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived.
Could it be possible that I had the time in my years to fill each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature.
When I pulled out the file marked "TV Shows I have watched," I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn't found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of shows but more by the vast time I knew that file represented.
When I came to a file marked "Lustful Thoughts," I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size, and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content. I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded. An almost animal rage broke on me.
One thought dominated my mind: No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!" In insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn't matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards.
But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it. Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh.
And then I saw it.. The title bore "People I Have Shared the Gospel With." The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand.
And then the tears came.. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that they hurt. They started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key. But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him.
No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards.. I couldn't bear to watch His response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own. He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes.
Why did He have to read every one? Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn't anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again. He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn't say a word. He just cried with me.
Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card. "No!" I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say was "No, no," as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn't be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, and so alive.
The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood. He gently took the card back He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don't think I'll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side. He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, "It is finished."
I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. There were still cards to be written.
"For God so loved the world that He gave His only Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life." John 3:16
If you feel the same way forward it to as many people as you can so the love of Jesus will touch their lives also. My "People I shared the gospel with" file just got bigger, how about yours?

























HIATUS OVER

Hey guys.

It's been 5 minutes, yeah??? *lol* Well, my mind has been clouded with many thoughts because a lot has happened in the little time that I've been away from the blogosphere.
Lemme just highlight a few: I ported my internship to the oil industry from aviation; My phone got stolen; I got scammed MAJORLY; I got 'arrested'; my old man turned 50; and many more cool stories which I'll probably talk about later.
But for now, thank God I'm alive despite all the 'evulzz' that had taken place in the recently-passed months. And I'm also thankful that you're still following the blog.
Honestly, the view count inspires me everyday. I appreciate 'em. Thank you for making my cyber-life.

Welcome to a new era of "Danny's Memoirs"

Wednesday, May 15, 2013

SEX BEFORE MARRIAGE SELLS YOUR SOUL --- WHAT REALLY HAPPENS

Hey guys. I just stumbled on this piece on my Facebook NewsFeed and just thought it 'necessary' to share with you. It might just be meant for one person. God bless your hearts as you read.
When the word of God said in Hebrews 13:4 that marriage is honourable with the bed undefiled, it was not a statement, rather it was a command. Sex is only for the married, there is no justification for it outside marriage. But so that you will know what really happens during fornication and adultery this message is very necessary. May be when people know what actually takes place when they disobey God they may have a rethink.
Man is made up of the spirit, the soul and the body. The body is the physical you, your spirit is the real you, while the soul is made up of your mind, emotion and will. And sex is the only thing you do with your spirit, soul and body at the same time. So God designed sex only for marriage because the man and his wife are one. Genesis 2:24, Matthew 19:5, Mark 10:7. He didn't say the man and His girlfriend or fiancée, marriage makes two people one and sex unites their spirit, soul and body together. So you can see how dangerous it is to be having sex with someone you have not yet married, or sleeping with different people.
Pre-marital sex does not just kill love, it reduces your soul, your mind and mental faculty diminishes, your emotion becomes unstable and then your will is weak. When a man marries a woman, sex makes them better, their capacity is increased. Ecclesiastes 4:9-12. If fornicating with a person reduces your soul, now imagine what happens when a person begins to sleep around. It is not fun; it is the manipulation of the devil to destroy your soul. Samson could not reason well as he continued in adultery with Delilah.
A part of your soul goes with the person you sleep with, no wonder when there is a break-up of that relationship you may still keep seeing that fellow in dreams, unless you take that part of you in that person through sincere prayers and repentance you may not really reach the maximum of your destiny. This is why even after marriage most people still find them selves lusting after their EX. Sex is not just a commitment it is a spiritual transaction. No wonder it is advisable to flee fornication and lusts.
Destinies are being reduced through the instrumentality of fornication and the devil is making a big gain out of this because people don't know that when you have sex with a person other than your wife you have just enslaved your destiny, that person have taken a part of you and you have taken a part of that person.
Even when you stop having sex and break-up you need to consciously retrieve that part that is in that person. Proverbs 11:9 says through knowledge shall the just be delivered. It's time to stop the devil from controlling your mind. The truth you know and do something about can make you free. John 8:32.
The devil manipulates the minds of people just to make them feel they can't do without sex, he pollutes their minds with indecency, music and many more. So they eventually become sex slaves not being able to flee and say no, but it's time to arise. Right now if you are involved in pre-marital sex it's time to stop and take that part of you that you sold through fornication and God will restore you back in the name of Jesus. Joel 2:25, God can restore but that is not until you truly repent and pray with the understanding of what happens during fornication.
Furthermore, A man's sperm is not supposed to be spilled and wasted; it's a spiritual raw material for procreation invented by God. It is dangerous to waste it because God hates waste. Genesis 38:7-9.
If you don't deal with past sex experiences, your marriage may be affected unknowingly, because you cannot really commit your total self to your spouse and when there is a sex problem there will be a communication problem in marriage. Please pass this message to as many people as you can, you never can tell how many people's mindset is being changed for the better through the conviction of the Holy Spirit. God bless you.

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Friday, April 26, 2013

[PHOTO] DIANA ROSS @ 69... WITHOUT MAKE-UP

Just saw this pic of the defunct "The Supremes" frontlady and I thought I should share it with y'all.
Nice or not?

Thursday, April 25, 2013

FULFILL YOUR PASSION or FILL YOUR POCKET ¯\..(•͡.̮ •͡ )../¯

Hey guys.

I did mention that I was on internship. Well, it so happens that I am 'working' at a helicopter company (Caverton Helicopters) in Lagos.
Let me also mention that I'm in love with aeroplanes and other aircraft. I have always been fascinated by them but I got convinced that I wanted to interact with 'em professionally when I lost a dear aunt to a plane crash in October 2005 barely 7 days to her much anticipated wedding. [May her soul rest in peace]
But I have always loved from the outside. Having a glimpse of the industry through this internship, I have come to know that the pay isn't all that worth the 'stress' involved.
I want a good life for my future family and let's be frank, 'passion' ain't gonna put bread on the table. (X_X)

Also, I just bagged an offer for internship at ExxonMobil (which is currently the richest company in the world $.̮$) and there's little or no work involved as compared to the aviation sector with incomparable rewards in legal tender *cha-ching* and other benefits.
And presently, I have an academic standing good enough for both fields but the dilemma is bewildering.

Well, for now, I'm sticking to passion with high hopes that, in the nearest future, the pay increases. But if not, hmmm... I'm porting to oil oooo *lol*

Have a wonderful day.

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

[PLEASE READ] STORY OF ILL-LUCKED LADY: "HOW BLACKBERRY CHANGED MY LIFE"

I hear this is a true life story. It's very touching. Read and learn from it:


I became addicted to my blackberry and also my social media applications, and since I had constant access, I quickly gained enough followers, and especially guys, mostly because I had a lot of erotic pictures on my timeline, I was popular. Finally I felt I was the main girl, everyone wanted to follow me...
My name is Chinwe, I am 26 years old, I never graduated from the university, simply bcos I was stupid and careless, on my 24th birthday, I received a nice gift, it was a blackberry phone, I always wanted one, it was like a right of passage, my ex-boyfriend got it for me, he was a student like me, didn't have a job, and I really never cared to ask as he could afford it, my concern at that point was, yes I had finally arrived.
Other girls in my hostel had blackberries and I would always get pissed when I heard sounds of pings and messages coming into their phones at all hours and I would stare at my Nokia phone and wish I could throw it away, but half bread they say is better than none. I hoped and even fasted to get a blackberry phone, but looking back now, if I had the opportunity, I'd have a landline with no internet activity what so ever. Anyway I got the blackberry phone and even got free BIS subscription, at that moment my life was complete, no more going to the cyber cafes to check my emails, my face-book or twitter, I had it all at my finger tips, life indeed was complete, or so I thought. I didn't care if it was virtual, it felt good, checking out my profile and having well over 8,000 followers, more than half of which were guys, but one particular guy caught my attention, till this day I don't know what made him stand out, but we got chatty, he sent me direct messages and I replied, he was quiet a gentleman , and I can't remember him ever asking for a nudè picture unlike the rest of them, so this made me comfortable with him, his name was Tobi, he said he was a doctor , I didn't have any cause to doubt him, he had extensive knowledge and even gave me some medical advice from time to time, we eventually moved from twitter to blackberry chat, we chatted all the time, I got so comfortable with him, I gave him my number, and that would come to be the biggest mistake I ever made. Tobi called me every day, some days he called more than once, at night he would call and I would lay on my bed and have phone sèx with him, his voice was so soothing, he made me do things I never thought possible, he had gained so much access into my head, I realized later I had done some very sick and twisted things just to please him, I would take nudè pictures of myself, I would send him videos of me touching myself in private, and send him voice notes of me making moaning sounds and simulating orgàsms, and all this while we had not met, not face to face at least, eventually I played into his hands, I began pestering to meet him in person, at this point I had lost my mind, I assumed I was in-love with him, and when my boyfriend at the time broke up with me, I really welcomed it, for me it meant no more sneaking around. Tobi eventually agreed to come to Lagos to meet me, all this while he had made me to believe he was in Calabar, and would take time off work to spend a weekend with me in Lagos, when I heard this I was excited, he told me to book a reservation for him, stating he would pay me back as soon as he arrived and also he said it would make him more committed to the visit and would convince him of my seriousness, I bought it all, he was smart, he was cunning, and I was stupid, oh how stupid I was. The funny thing was I had sent him tons of pictures, and all I had was just one picture of him, and whenever I asked he would claim he wanted to be sure I loved him for him, and not for his looks, and sheepishly I would try to convince him of my undying love, and would try to appease him with nudè pictures of my body. He eventually made it to Lagos, I met him at the hotel, he was tall, handsome and had a wonderful smile, he made love to me over and over, and convinced me to spend the night with him, I told him I couldn't, because I had a test the next morning, now at this point I don't know what triggered his anger, don't know if it was because I couldn't spend the night, or maybe I said something else I can't remember saying, but whatever it was, brought out a very ugly side of him. He called me foul names, and kept going on and on about how he always knew I was cheap, and he knew I was sleeping with other men, the same man whom had swept me away, slammed me on the floor, he told me of how he had shown his friends all my nudè pictures and how they had watched the videos and listened to the voice notes, he told me he had made a bet with his friends, that I would actually pay for him to have sèx with me, just to prove how stupid I was. Well you can imagine how I felt, I was confused and shocked, but I attempted to regain any little dignity I had left, and so I tried to mouth off at him, suddenly he punched me in the face, and I tripped over, and hit my head on a stool. The next thing I remember was waking up on the bed, I was tied up, and he was staring at me, his eyes were dark and he had a sinister smile on his lips, he stood up and walked towards me ,I tried to scream and realized my mouth was tapped, my head was racing, the unfortunate part was that no one knew where I was, he turned me over, and told me he was going to teach me a lesson, at this point I was unclad, he rapped me from behind, and I mean my anus, the pain was mind blowing, I struggled, and he hit me, when he was done he brought out a small blade, and he looked at me for a minute and said, this scar is going to always serve as a reminder, for girls like you always trying to be more than you are, for stupid fools like you. He put the blade to my bosom and cut it off, and anytime I think of it, I still feel the pain, it was like nothing I had ever felt before, he was calm, like he had done it a million times, I could feel the warm blood dripping down my mutilated chest, tears of fear and pain running down my face, and suddenly he turned around again, this time all I saw was a flash. I don't know how I survived it, but I woke up in a hospital days after, well I was awake, but my eyes were swollen shut, It took a couple of days for me to open my one good eye, and realize d damage he had done, he had plucked out my eye, and cut my face,
he had cut my breasts up real bad, they had to it out, like I had cancer or something, there was no record of who I was, coz he had taken everything, he had taken my bag, containing everything I had. I was able to tell the nurses about what I could remember, and also give them my mum's phone number, the hospital felt so much pity, they actually treated me for free, hard to believe right?
Anyway I was taken home after weeks at the hospital to recuperate, it was tough, I was blind in one eye, I had one chest and a hideous scar of my face, talk about your sinage, he did a number on me, how dumb was I, sometimes I wish he had killed me, but there are fates worse than death, and I guess this is one of them, he was gone without a trace, the receipt
from the hotel was in my name, so yes he had played me from the start.
I didn't dare go back to school, I was sure everyone would have heard, and I was not going to become a statistic, so I decided to stay home, and mind my business, besides what do I need an education for, I'd rather stay home, because there is no rising from this, there is no happy ending to this story, this is the simple ending, I was a victim if a sèxual predator, and I let him into my life period. I take full responsibility for that, I was driven by greed and lack of morals, I allowed myself fall into an abyss, but well saying all this doesn't change anything, it's a memory I will have to live with for the rest of my life, well not a memory, because I look at myself in the mirror everyday, who would want to see a nudè picture of a woman with one chest, one eye, and a stub. I have decided to publish my story, because with the rise of social media atrocities being committed, every story can go a long way in saving a life, so while you read, SHARE and help someone back to the right path, these internet predators are real. May Almighty God Help us all. "Amen"-----------------------------------------------------------------

AMEN!!!!!

Greetings

Hey guys. Sorry for the break in transmission. Too many unimportant details to mention but I'm here now and I hope to be back for good.
Besides, I'm on an internship at the moment so I plan on updating y'all with my experiences.

Thanks for reading. Stay 'tuned' :D

Thursday, March 14, 2013

Make cool 100 % legal Naira with just #2000

Hey guys.

This is a cool way for Nigerians to earn some passive income. It could grow into hundreds of thousands depending on how you manage it. And I assure you THIS IS NO SCAM!!!

The name of the package is WEALTH POWER. It is run by a company called REMENK COMPUTERS. I am not in any way affiliated with them but I have used the package and it works so I decided to share it to help others out there.

It's basically about inviting others to join. Only 2k to register. Then you get 1k for every person that registers under you except your first person.
Let's say you invite 7 people, that's 6k. Then when your downlines (invitees) register, of course they won't get anything from their own first too. So now, †ђξ 1k from each of their firsts goes to you. So that's another round of 6k.
Then when those ones register, †ђξ 1k from each of their own firsts goes to you. Another 6k

So it's 1k from each of ur invitees' firsts and their firsts' firsts, and their firsts' firsts' first and so on. The chain is endless. The more you invite, the more you earn cos you create new branches that spread downwards endlessly.

HOW TO START
You pay 2k into their bank account (GTBank or First Bank) then you send your deposit details via SMS to them and they'll confirm your payment and issue you a PIN which you'll use to register

Check them out at http://wp.remenk.com

But please, since I showed this to you, kindly put my usercode as your referrer. It is wp12000496. Or if you want to register, go through this link http://wp.remenk.com/?page=register&ucode=wp12000496

Let's be of help to ourselves. They actually pay. When you have enough money (at least 1000) in the online account, you can place a withdrawal request, and the money gets paid into your real life Nigerian bank account the next Friday.

If there's any question, do not hesitate to drop a comment, send an e-mail to dannyabba94@gmail.com or deleojoabba@yahoo.co.uk, or add me on BBM  28A55AD7

Thank you. Have a blessed day

Thursday, March 7, 2013

SPECIAL: Friendship

Hey guys.

So I just got in contact with about 6 of my old friends from elementary (primary) school. And all the memories just kept pouring into my brain and I just felt led to share what I saw on my Facebook Newsfeed today about Friendship.
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Friendship is a gift of Blessing from Our Heavenly Father.. Its His gift to us to share with one another... To bind us together... To comfort us... To support us... To encourage us... To lift us up when we are down.... To share His great Love and Compassion with one another
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I just read somewhere that true friendship is like a rose; you realise its beauty until it fades. So, hold on to that good friend you have.

Also, check out the quotes from some of the pics.


Good morning guys :)
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