We have migrated into an era where Christianity is being remodeled to accommodate convenience and not conviction. Spirituality has become a transactional affair, with some believers now audaciously requesting reimbursements for tithes and offerings—sacred obligations historically anchored in voluntary devotion and heartfelt gratitude. In a society where reverence once governed conduct, youths now unflinchingly rejects and insults God, clergies, and elders with no sense of remorse. That which our forebears approached with sacred awe has been trivialized into entertainment. As the Igala would say, “He who mocks the shrine shall dance a rhythm no drum can contain.” But in this new choreography, dignity is lost, and judgment looms.
Altars are packed, yet the presence of God is absent. What was once done covertly—idol worship and nocturnal sacrifices—is now flaunted brazenly under the sun by the same youth who once quoted Psalms and danced in spirit. Some combine incantations with intercession, merging talismanic charms with holy symbols, seeking accelerated fame and influence. Their hunger for visibility has eroded their spiritual identity. Holy fire has turned into flickers of pretense, buried beneath hashtags and designer perfumes. Sacredness is now diluted, and divinity has become a performance—hollow, noisy, and devoid of weight.
What we now witness is not merely rebellion but a systemic desecration of what was once deemed divine. The pursuit of power has displaced the process of consecration. Many desire supernatural exploits without sacrificial living. They covet mantles but avoid mountains; they want crowns but flee crosses. Miracles are commodified; prophetic gifts are staged for likes. Social media has become the sanctuary, and spiritual clout is now defined by algorithmic engagement. We’ve replaced altars with platforms, depth with display, and encounters with aesthetics. The sacred has become shallow.
This generation is infatuated with grace but allergic to growth. We patronize palatable sermons but abhor rebuke. Churches have become studios, and pulpits, podiums for polished presentations. Evangelist Yinka Yusuf once preached under rainfall, enduring mockery to defend the Gospel. But in today’s age, ministers reject invitations without air-conditioned halls and generous honorariums. Comfort is now prioritized above consecration. Some ministers have morphed into celebrities in cassocks—desiring applause over anointing. Substance has been sacrificed on the altar of style.
Where are the believers who tremble at the mention of God’s name? Where is the hunger for genuine revival? Today’s Christian spends more time curating a personal brand than cultivating a spiritual life. We celebrate church anniversaries but neglect repentance. Communion is now a casual snack, not a sacred covenant. We are spiritually obese but malnourished in truth. Repentance has become archaic; reverence, outdated. Sanctity is mocked, and sin is stylized. What we wear to church has become more important than what we carry within.
Yet, not all is lost. There remains a remnant—those who still seek God in silence, who fast not for fame but for fire, who intercede not for platforms but for purity. As Bishop David Abioye aptly warned, “Christianity without depth is an invitation to deception.” Across Nigeria, in villages and cities alike, a breed of consecrated youths are emerging. They may not trend online, but they travail in secret. They are raw, rugged, and relentless. They are not asking for refunds—they are laying themselves down. These are the flames that hell fears.
What is unfolding is not unfamiliar, but its shamelessness is disturbing. Many pulpits have become passive, trading boldness for branding. We have glamorized spiritual decay and called it innovation. But heaven is not silent. Across the nations—Kenya, Brazil, Pakistan, South Africa, and Nigeria—the breath of God is stirring again. Dead bones are rattling. The fire is returning to cold altars. As Prophet TB Joshua asserted, “Christianity is not a religion but a relationship, born out of sacrifice and preserved by obedience.” The Spirit is summoning a new wave of warriors—not influencers, but intercessors.
And so, let the discerning soul pay attention. Christianity is not a seasonal affair, nor a stage-managed production. It remains a path marked by discipline, sacrifice, and unyielding fidelity to truth. Heaven is not swayed by popularity but by purity. The trumpet that announces eternity won’t sound through Facebook reels—it will thunder through the spirit realm. Now is the time to choose. To dismantle idols of convenience and embrace the rugged cross. This is not the hour for apathy. This is the hour for unwavering conviction.
– Inah Boniface Ocholi writes from Ayah – Igalamela/Odolu LGA, Kogi state.
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