Femi Aribisala

The thief in the night

The thief in the night

Our God is a God of miracles. But sometimes He chooses to heal. Miracles are instantaneous: but healing is a process. Miracles are clinical, but healing is relational.
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Christians are idol worshippers (III) – Femi Aribisala

Christians are idol worshippers (III) – Femi Aribisala

Most Christian idol-worshipers are offended when referred to as idol-worshipers.  We know it is forbidden to worship idols but nevertheless worship idols while convincing ourselves that we do not.  But God cannot be mocked.  An idol is that thing that steals our hearts from God.

Femi Aribisala:  Confusion or mischief? 

Femi Aribisala:  Confusion or mischief? 

We read the comments of Mr. Femi Aribisala, analysing the actions and pronouncements on the issue of tithing and most especially on the Kaduna state Governor Alhaji Nasir El-Rufai as contained in his column in the Vanguard Newspaper of Sunday 10th December and we must say that we were  quite disappointed that a respected columnist with the pedigree of Mr. Aribisala, would offer such pedestrian and simplistic analogy on a matter which ordinarily shouldn’t engage his intellectual attention. 

Buhari’s anti-graft war: Top 8 quotes of Femi Aribisala

Buhari’s anti-graft war: Top 8 quotes of Femi Aribisala

Scholar and international affairs expert, Femi Aribisala, was part of the team that discussed anti-graft war in Nigeria during a Round discussion on “Winning the War Against Corruption” organised by the Department of Jurisprudence and International Law, University of Lagos

Jesus Kills Before He Makes Alive

Jesus Kills Before He Makes Alive

Jesus met a man who had been sick for thirty-eight years and asked him a strange question: “Do you want to be healed?” (John 5:6). “What kind of question is that?” I asked the Lord. “How can you ask a man who has been sick for that long if he would like to be healed?”

The day of my resurrection from the dead by Femi Aribisala

The day of my resurrection from the dead by Femi Aribisala

TWENTY years ago, on 26th December, 1993, I was cornered by armed-robbers on the way from Murtala Mohammed airport in Lagos. When I slammed into a lamppost trying to escape from them, I heard a “still, small voice” which said: “Femi, nothing is going to happen to you here.” Thereafter, I was shot in the leg. Nevertheless, the voice insisted: “There is nothing wrong with your leg.”