Alethea's Mind
My name is Oluwatosin. Anyone familiar with Nigerian names would immediately guess that I am from the western part of my Country of origin. For those who share the same tribal ancestry, there is a tendency to immediately burst into unapologetic Yoruba banter when they meet me. My name gives my...
Alethea's Mind
I remember sitting in my living room, watching the funeral of Ravi Zacharias, tears streaming down my face like I was weeping for my father. This man was an instrument that the Lord used to change the way I think, and now he was gone. Anyone who didn’t know Ravi when he was alive suddenly came to...
Alethea's Mind
I sat through the funeral service of my sister, Ayodunni. I listened to every word spoken about her. I watched everyone shed uncontrollable tears and I shed mine. I sang along with BB to these words: “Someday, when I’m awfully low, and the world is cold, I will feel a glow just thinking of you...
Alethea's Mind
It was 2 years ago at our Christmas morning service. Right before the sermon, the preacher announced a treasure hunt for chocolate selection boxes with a letter or word on them. Immediately, kids sprung into action, looking around the hall. One after the other, boxes came out of their hiding...
Alethea's Mind
I joined our women’s prayer conference call one morning a few weeks ago where the voice of a beautiful sister was sharing about the spirits of Ahab, Jezebel, and Elijah and their manifestations within today’s church. We prayed along the lines of what she shared, interceding passionately for the...