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The Weapon Hiding in Your Mouth By Khanyisa Manganyi Have you ever noticed how words slip out of our mouths faster than a WhatsApp status update —and yet their impact can outlast even the longest family gossip chain? It’s wild when you think about it. The tongue, this tiny muscle we hardly think about, carries more power than a loaded gun. Don’t believe me? Proverbs 18:21 spells it out perfectly: “Death and life are in the power of the tongue, and those who love it will eat its fruit.” That means every word we speak is planting seeds, and whether they bloom into sweet fruit or sour thorns depends on what comes out of our lips. I’ll be honest—sometimes I’ve spoken things in the heat of the moment and immediately wished I could chase those words down the street, tackle them, and stuff them back into my mouth. But once spoken, words don’t expire like milk; they echo, they stick, and sometimes they bruise. Think about it: a careless comment can crush a soul, while a simple “you’ve got ...

When Praise Becomes a Weapon By Khanyisa Manganyi There is a thunder in the atmosphere when true praise rises. Not the quiet, casual kind of praise we mumble half-asleep on a Sunday morning, but the kind that shakes chains off wrists and causes prison doors to fling open. Praise is not a soft melody tucked in the corner of worship—it is a weapon sharpened in heaven’s armory, waiting to be wielded by those who know its power. Scripture doesn’t paint praise as background noise; it paints it as a battle cry . When the enemy comes in like a flood, God has given us a weapon not made of steel or fire, but of sound lifted to heaven. And this is why praise must never be underestimated. Think of Paul and Silas in Acts 16:25–26 . Beaten, chained, and thrown into the deepest cell, their backs bleeding, their future uncertain. What did they do? They didn’t plot an escape. They didn’t collapse into despair. Instead, they prayed and sang hymns. And suddenly, the earth shook, the prison doors fle...

Blinded by Greed, Saved by Mercy By Khanyisa Manganyi There are stories in the Bible that feel like thunder rolling across the heavens, shaking us awake to see the majesty and patience of God. Balaam’s story is one of those. It’s not every day you read about a prophet , supposedly gifted with the power to interpret dreams and speak the words of the divine, suddenly having his plans interrupted by a donkey that talks. It sounds almost like a fable, yet it is Scripture—and through it, God shouts to us about His unmatched mercy and His determination to open the eyes of the blind, even when their blindness comes from stubbornness and greed . Balaam was not just an ordinary man; he was a prophet who held a reputation for his ability to bless or curse with power ( Numbers 22:6 ). Kings feared him, nations sought him, and his words carried weight. But with all his prophetic gifting, Balaam had one fatal weakness—he allowed greed to cloud his vision. When Balak , the king of Moab , saw t...

A Thousand Ways to Worship By Khanyisa Manganyi Worship is not confined to a song, a building, or a Sunday service —it is the language of the heart that reaches God in countless ways. There are a thousand ways to worship, and none of them must look the same, for the Lord searches not for perfect performance but for sincere devotion. Some lift their hands in praise, others kneel in silent prayer . Some find worship in the melody of a hymn , while others find it in quiet moments of gratitude when no one is watching. Worship is in the whispered “ thank You, Lord ” after a long day. It’s in choosing kindness when anger would have been easier. It’s in giving without expecting anything in return, in showing love to the poor, the broken , and the forgotten . It’s in reading the Word not just with the eyes, but with the heart that thirsts for understanding. Worship can be tears rolling down your cheeks in a season of loss, yet still saying, “You are good.” It can also be laughter shared wit...

The God Who Sees Me ( El Roi ) By Khanyisa Manganyi There’s something electrifying about being truly seen . Not the casual kind of “oh, I see you” people say when they notice your new hairstyle or your outfit, but the deep kind of seeing — the one that slices through the walls, the filters, the masks, and lands straight on your soul. That’s what Hagar experienced in the desert , when life had written her off as nothing more than a runaway servant. Abandoned, thirsty, hopeless, she meets the God who introduces Himself not as “The Almighty, Thunder-Wielding, Sky-Shaking Ruler,” but as El Roi — the God who sees me ( Genesis 16:13 ). And let me tell you, that hits different. Because when El Roi looks at me, He doesn’t just see what everyone else sees. He doesn’t see the mess-ups, the days I feel like a failure, or the labels people try to slap on me. He sees the blueprint He Himself sketched before I even took my first breath ( Jeremiah 1:5 ). He sees the me I sometimes forget to beli...

The Fifth Day : When the Seas Came Alive By Khanyisa Manganyi In just four days, God painted the heavens and the earth, and by the fifth day, He decided to make the waters dance with life. Imagine the silence of the deep ocean suddenly breaking with the rush of fins, tails, and creatures so magnificent our human minds can barely grasp it. One moment, the seas were empty, vast, and still—and then, at His single command, they exploded with movement. Fish of every color darted through the waters, schools moved as one body, and mighty whales broke the surface with their grand songs. If that’s not breathtaking, I don’t know what is. But here’s the part that gets me—I’ve always wondered what the Bible meant when it said God created “ great sea monsters .” Monsters? What kind of divine surprise is that? Were they giant whales , fearsome sea serpents , or perhaps something beyond our wildest imagination—like mermaids or creatures the human eye was never meant to see? The word “monsters” mak...

They Want Blessings, Not God By Khanyisa Manganyi Let’s cut straight to it—many don’t want God. They just want what’s in His pocket. Faith has become a shopping cart at a spiritual supermarket . People pray like they’re placing an order: “Lord, new car, better job, miracle healing—oh, and make it express delivery.” God is treated like Amazon Prime—fast, convenient, and no strings attached. But here’s the hard truth: God is not your delivery guy. He’s the Creator of heaven and earth, and He refuses to be reduced to your personal wish machine. Jesus said, “But seek first His kingdom and His righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well” ( Matthew 6:33 ). The promise is clear—God isn’t against blessings. But notice the order: Him first, everything else second. Yet too many flip it around. They want the “things” and only sprinkle God on top when it suits them. The Israelites did the same in the wilderness . God split the sea, rained down bread, dropped meat from t...

Stop Worshiping Your Pastor By Khanyisa Manganyi There’s a new god in town. He walks in with shiny shoes, three bodyguards, and an entourage that parts the crowd like Moses at the Red Sea . The church stands. Some cry. Others throw money at his feet. And someone in the back whispers, “Papa has entered.” Let’s be honest: if Jesus Himself walked into that same church, half the congregation would be too busy polishing the pastor’s ego to even notice. We’ve crossed the line, friends — from honor to worship, from respect to idolatry, and we’re now calling it faith . But make no mistake, this blind loyalty, this pulpit obsession, this habit of treating human beings like they’re divine — it’s not just dangerous, it’s unbiblical. Your pastor is not God. The modern church has made spiritual celebrities out of mere men. We follow their every word like it’s Scripture, we repost their quotes more than actual Bible verses, and some of us wouldn’t dare make a decision without “Papa” approving ...

The Cry of Silent Blood   (Christian Genocide) By Khanyisa Manganyi There are cries rising from the earth right now—cries too deep for words, too haunting to be ignored. In Nigeria , and in other parts of the world, innocent men, women, and children are being slaughtered for their faith. Churches are burned, villages wiped out, and families scattered, yet the world seems strangely silent. Leaders, media outlets, and even those who once claimed to be voices for justice have grown cold, turning their faces away as if the lives of these people mean less than the noise of politics and entertainment. It is as though humanity has placed blindfolds on itself, refusing to see the streams of blood that run where believers once sang hymns. But God sees. He hears every cry, every whispered prayer, every mother’s wail as she clutches the remains of her child. He is not deaf, nor is He blind. And we who are called by His name cannot afford to be silent either. If one member of the Body suffers...

When God Says Wait — And You Secretly Know Why By Khanyisa Manganyi There’s a kind of ache that comes from unanswered prayers. That quiet, hollow, sometimes very loud ache. You kneel. You fast. You name it and claim it. You anoint the doors, the fridge, the cat. You quote Jeremiah 29:11 until your tongue feels like a worn-out highlighter. But heaven stays politely silent. And you wonder… “Did God forget me?” But deep down, where the honesty lives — the part of you that doesn’t post online — you kind of know. You're not actually ready for what you're asking for. You just want to be. And that’s different. See, we like to imagine we’re always prepared. We say things like, “Lord, I’m ready for my husband now,” while our healing is still dripping and we’re secretly stalking our ex’s sister on Instagram . Or we pray, “God, give me that job,” but we’re showing up to life late, bitter, and half-hearted. We want the weight of blessing without the strength of discipline. And God, i...

What Angels Really Look Like — And Why It Both Comforts and Terrifies Me Have you ever wondered what angels really look like? Not the soft, glowing beings in white robes with golden hair and feathered wings that grace our Christmas cards and children’s Bibles — but the actual, biblical, awe-inspiring creatures who stand in the presence of God? I have. Many times. And to be honest, while a part of me longs deeply to see an angel of the Lord with my own eyes, another part — a much more cautious part — worries I wouldn’t live to tell the tale. There’s something both thrilling and terrifying about such an encounter. After all, in the Bible, people often fell on their faces or were struck with fear when angels appeared. So why has our image of angels been so softened over time? Is it for our comfort? Or are we being misled? The Gentle Lie of Pretty Angels The common image of angels today is gentle, artistic, and highly humanized. We see smiling cherubs in Renaissance pai...

Peace That Makes No Sense When Peace Shouldn't Be There, But Is Have you ever found yourself feeling calm in the middle of chaos—like a strange, quiet strength settled into your heart even when nothing around you changed? That’s the kind of peace I’m talking about. The kind that makes no sense. The Bible describes it perfectly: “And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.” (Philippians 4:7, ESV) This isn’t ordinary peace. It’s supernatural. It shows up in places where there should be panic. It stays when logic says it shouldn’t. And if you’ve experienced it, you know exactly what I mean. A Moment I’ll Never Forget I remember a conversation I had with a friend that made this truth come alive for me. She told me how her mother was going through a difficult time and simply prayed for peace. Nothing dramatic. Just a quiet, genuine prayer. She said, “After my mom said ‘Amen’ and stood up, she looked ...