Demonic possession

There is no need for the good man or woman to fear death. To regret it, yes. For there is so much that is yet to be done. But fear it? No. The great adventure of life will continue.
If we were just here to feed the hungry or visit the sick, then there would be no difference between us and the next NGO. But this is the outpouring of a life lived in pursuit of God's redemption and renewal of all things.
I have a strong, healthy dose of self-esteem. This is fortunate because recently there has been a steady stream of damaging messages coming from the media, politicians and religious leaders. There are plenty of voices proclaiming that there is something wrong with me.
In Nigeria beautiful, innocent children, as young as two years of age, are tortured, abandoned and killed by their own parents, family and community members. Deliverance pastors and prophets have over the years branded thousands of children as witches.
I have been so vocal in warning about DSM 5 partly because I'm ashamed of my silence in the face of a previous outrage that cried out for similar whistle blowing: the sudden epidemic of prosecutions of daycare workers for the alleged sexual and satanic ritual abuse of children.
Hear a baby crying in an unattended stroller on the street? Of course you should investigate it. Just be warned that said baby might be part of a viral marketing stunt that will scare the living bejesus out of you.