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Thankful for Jesus Christ and His Boundless Love
Today, on this beautiful Christmas day, I’m deeply grateful to God for His Son, Jesus Christ, who was sent to die on the cross for us.
Christmas is a powerful reminder of God’s boundless and selfless love. A love so great that He gave His Son to be born, knowing He would one day die on the cross for our salvation. This humbling sacrifice is the ultimate expression of love—the love we preach and celebrate every day.
As the Bible says, “What manner of love is this, that a man should die for his friends?” This love is the reason we celebrate this season. It’s the reason for our joy, our hope, and our confidence in all the wonderful blessings God has made available to us through Christ.
As we celebrate today, let’s remember to share this love with everyone around us. Spread joy, happiness, and the good news: Jesus Christ is the reason for the season!
Merry Christmas to you and yours! Let’s celebrate His love together. 0 reply
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My Mother's Love and the Regret That Still Haunts Me 💔
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This is a story that's been stuck in my heart for years, and no matter how much time passes, I can never forget it.
As a child, during my primary school days, I had this careless habit of leaving razor blades in my pocket after using them to sharpen my pencil. It was reckless, and I didn’t consider the consequences.
Time and again, my mother would cut herself while washing my school uniform, unknowingly coming across the blade. She warned me countless times, but I kept making the same mistake. Yet, despite the pain and frustration, she never left my uniform dirty—because that’s what a mother’s love does.
One day, it happened again. My razor blade cut deep into her hand. With blood pouring from the wound, she called out to me, "Abdulmuminu." I quickly answered, "Na'am." When I got there and saw her hand, my heart sank. I realized I had made the same mistake again. I broke down in tears at the sight of her blood, o… 16 replies
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