Do You Want to Get Well?” The Question Beneath the Complaint

By Oluwaseyi Ige

I’ve always loved Mary Mary, the sister duo Erica Campbell and Tina Campbell, and their song Wade in the Water is one of those tracks that has stayed with me over the years from the Thankful album. Released in year 2000,it is an arrangement of a traditional African American spiritual.  Like many songs from that era, it never really left. I can almost sing it word for word, beat for beat.

The song draws from a story told by John many years ago.



A line from the song reads simply:

“Wade in the water… God’s gonna trouble the water.”

It is an invitation. Move closer. Step in. Don’t just stand at the edge.


Before we look at that, there’s a familiar illustration.
A man is described as hungry, homeless, and jobless. No food, no shelter, no income. Then the question is asked: what does he need most?

Some say food, because hunger is immediate. Others say shelter, because he has nowhere to sleep. Some say a job, because that solves things long-term. All the answers are valid, but not equally urgent. The real issue is identifying what must be addressed now, not just what sounds important.

That same tension appears in John 5, in that story Wade in the Water was drawn from.

Jesus walks into a place filled with sick people. Among them is a man who has been in his condition for thirty-eight years. Almost four decades of limitation. Almost four decades of waiting, enduring pain, being hopeful and despondent at thesame time.

Jesus sees him. Knows his history. Understands his situation.
Then He asks a question that feels almost unnecessary.

“Do you want to get well?”

At first, it sounds obvious. Why else would he be there? I mean, 38 years of staying by the poolside waiting for a push must definitely be because of something.

But the man’s response reveals something deeper.

He does not say yes.

He explains.

He talks about how he has no one to help him into the pool. He talks about how others get there before him. He describes the system that has failed him again and again. In other words, he has mastered the explanation of his condition.

He knows why things are not working. He probably must have answered similar questions over the years.

But he never answers the question.

And that is where this becomes personal.

Because it is possible to stay in a situation so long that it becomes normal. You adjust to it. You explain it. You defend it. You build your routine around it. You know, they say in my place that when a leaf has stayed long on the soap, it becomes  soap.

At some point, the problem is no longer just what is happening to you. It becomes what you have accepted.

That is why Jesus asks the question.

Not to gather information, but to confront willingness.

Do you want to get well?

Not do you understand your problem.
Not can you explain your situation.
Not do you have reasons.

Do you want to change?

Because wanting change is not always as straightforward as it sounds.
Sometimes, when people have stayed too long in a certain condition, getting out of it doesn’t seem like an option again.

Healing can disrupt what you have grown used to. It can demand responsibility you have avoided. It can require you to release excuses that have become comfortable.

For that man, getting well meant stepping out of a system he had known for thirty-eight years. It meant responding to something new.

Today, people still gather around different kinds of “pools.”

Not physical ones, but patterns.

Cycles that repeat. Habits that weaken discipline. Mindsets that limit growth. Environments that reinforce delay. Abusive relationships.

And just like that man, many people have explanations.

This is how things are.
I have tried before.
Nothing really changes.

The explanations may be valid. But they can also become barriers.

Jesus does not engage the explanation. He gives an instruction.

“Get up. Pick up your mat and walk.”

No argument. No long process. A direct call to action.

Something shifts in that moment. The man responds. Strength comes. Movement begins. What had been unchanged for thirty-eight years changes, because the grace for the change had arrived.

But it started with a question.

Do you want to get well?

That question still stands.
It goes beyond surface needs and confronts the deeper issue. Not just what you lack, but what you are willing to leave behind.
Because sometimes, what we say we want and what we are ready for are not the same.

You can complain and still resist change. You can desire improvement and still hold on to the habits that prevent it. You can pray for a different outcome and still avoid the steps that lead to it.

So take a moment and be honest.
What area of your life has remained the same for too long?

What have you explained so well that you no longer challenge it?

Now bring it back to the question.

Do you want to get well?
Because until that answer is clear, nothing really changes.

But when it is, the next step becomes unavoidable.

Get up.

And walk.

Because the grace for the change – Jesus, the Christ –  is right with you!




Oluwaseyi Ige is a media consultant, communication strategist, and the Chief Operating Officer of
Jabbok Media Services.
An associate pastor at TBC Kubwa and a youth missionary, he previously served as the Media and Communications Coordinator
for Youth for Christ (YFC) Nigeria. He is the founder of Quantum of Grace, an outreach ministry, and the author of
Still Becoming and
Digital Loneliness.
His latest work, Becoming You, is a personal guide helping the next generation navigate the identity fight
and build a life of impact.

The Day I Died

By Oluwaseyi Ige

The Day I Died

I collapsed and passed out in my hostel one day. I believed I died that day.
Okay, maybe not die. Maybe I just fainted.

I remember the events clearly.
It happened at Nancyretta Hall, a 12-room hostel in Iworoko Ekiti, the nearest town to the university where I was studying Microbiology. I shared a room with Bro Bayo, my fellowship president. I was the Secretary General of the fellowship.

There I met two brothers, Tunde and Toyin. I had known Toyin back in secondary school. We were not close then, but meeting again in this hostel brought us closer. Many times, I crashed in their room.

Tunde was an ardent follower of Bishop Oyedepo. He prayed in tongues and studied the Bible daily. He was never shy about his Christian lifestyle, and I enjoyed our long discussions about scripture. Toyin, on the other hand, was the vibe. A smooth talker, suave, a good Scrabble player, brilliant and funny. I loved his aura. Their room naturally became my second room.

One of those days, I fell seriously ill. Too weak to do anything, I just lay in their room, waiting for the drugs I had taken to start working. But wellness was a distant dream. Instead, I drifted in and out of hazy consciousness, waking up drenched in sweat and feeling completely uncomfortable.

By evening, the hostel was quiet. I wasn’t aware of anyone else in the hostel. Dusk had set in. Then my stomach began to churn, painfully and persistently. From experience, I knew that when that happened, I needed to get to the loo quickly and ‘drop a few things’ , literally.

Summoning all the strength I had left, I got up and headed for the pit toilet outside, beside the bathroom. I made it as far as the door, opened it, and stepped out of the room. That was the last thing I remembered before everything went dark.

When I regained consciousness, I found myself lying on the floor in the passage, alone in the darkness. I didn’t know how long I was on that floor, helpless. The cat was out of the bag. The ‘few things’ I had been trying to hold back were already in my briefs. I could feel the wetness. I pulled myself together and staggered to the toilet and bathroom. I don’t even remember how I got cleaned up and made it back to the room, but I remember the prayer I prayed when I returned.

I told God, “If you heal me, I will serve you with all my life.”

At that moment, I felt my spirit leaving my body. I realized how close I had come to death. I was afraid I might not live to see the next day. I told God I didn’t want to die, and I dedicated my life to Him. I needed healing, and I traded my most valuable asset – my life, for it.

At that point, I became dead. I felt my life was over, and that He was now in charge. Of course, I got healed. So maybe the deal went through.

But then again, that was not the first time I had said that prayer. I had pledged my life to God many times before and after that day. Whenever I ran out of words to say to Him, I would give my life again. Sometimes when I hear a touching sermon, I’ll give Him my life again.

I don’t exactly remember the date of the day I “died” on that floor in Nancyretta Hall, but I know that from that day, “I” ceased to exist.

I also know that my life isn’t mine. It has never been. The first time I consciously gave myself to God and became born again was when I was about nine years old (though I took it back several times in my teenage years). I grew up with the consciousness that every life belongs to God. The understanding is from the breath that made a clay form become a living being.

In truth, I had been offered long before I took my first breath. The one who carried the seed told me so. She had used Hannah’s formula.

Now, this is my reflection in my forty-fifth year. Looking back, I can see that everything that has happened has been by divine design, even though I didn’t fully understand it earlier. The journey only makes sense now when I view it through the lens of purpose. All the ups and downs, the highs and lows, and everything in between have been for a reason. This life is not ordinary. It is a “given” life.

Often, we try to find ourselves, to figure out what is really happening. Sometimes the mathematics does not add up, especially when reality fails to match our expectations and dreams.

Yet I encourage you to find strength and consolation in this, because it was the truth that lifted me: we may not look like the journey, and we may not even be able to explain how we got here, but if we see things through the lens of God’s grand plan, we will find the satisfaction that keeps us steady and focused on what truly matters.
And that is all that matter.

I am grateful, as always, to have come this far. And as for the journey ahead, I will be honest—I do not have all the answers, but I know the direction, and I am determined to stay on course.

I celebrate the days past, but I am even more excited about the days ahead.

Yes, the “I” has died, and I’ll rather he stays that way, so that I can live forever!

Youth for Christ Nigeria Commemorates International Youth Day



Abuja, Nigeria – August 12, 2023 – Today, Youth for Christ (YFC) Nigeria proudly joins the global observance of International Youth Day, reaffirming its steadfast dedication to equipping Nigerian youth with essential skills and values that nurture positive living and contribute to a sustainable global future. Under the theme “Cultivating Green Proficiencies: Paving the Way to a Sustainable Planet,” YFC Nigeria’s mission of cultivating all-around growth among the youth is seamlessly harmonized.

For more than 30 years, YFC Nigeria has stood as a beacon, igniting inspiration and direction for the youth towards meaningful, purpose-driven lives. On this International Youth Day, we celebrate the profound impact that YFC has left on the lives of countless Nigerian youngsters.

The organization deeply comprehends that positive living transcends personal well-being, extending to our interaction with the environment and our responsibilities within our communities. This commitment exemplifies YFC Nigeria’s comprehensive strategy in fostering responsible citizenship.
By means of diverse programs, workshops, and community-driven projects, YFC Nigeria has been a driving force in instilling core values such as integrity, empathy, and resilience into the minds of young individuals. These principles embolden the youth to become effective catalysts for change, both in their personal lives and in the larger societal context.

As we celebrate International Youth Day, we simultaneously honor the narratives of transformation and influence witnessed by YFC Nigeria throughout its journey. From empowering youth to seize control of their educational and professional paths to instilling a sense of duty towards the environment, the legacy of YFC Nigeria is one marked by positive living and enduring impact.

Our heartfelt gratitude extends to the unwavering volunteers, partners, and supporters who have stood beside us, weaving an enduring impact into the lives of young Nigerians. Together, we sow seeds of positive living and stewardship, seeds destined to yield a bountiful harvest for generations to come.

On this significant occasion, Youth for Christ Nigeria reaffirms its unwavering dedication to nurturing skills that enrich positive living among Nigerian youth. As we forge ahead, we are eager to witness the ripples of positive transformation our youth will initiate, carving a path towards a more radiant and sustainable future for all.

For media inquiries and comprehensive insight into Youth for Christ Nigeria’s initiatives aimed at cultivating positive living and eco-conscious skills, please reach out to:


About Youth for Christ Nigeria:
Youth For Christ is an internationally recognized, interdenominational missionary movement entrusted with a global vision, dedicated to the mission of youth evangelism, discipleship, social engagement, and leadership development. Working hand in hand with local churches and likeminded partners, Youth for Christ reaches out to young individuals worldwide, nurturing lifelong followers of Jesus who exhibit godly character, devotion to prayer and Scripture, a fervor for sharing Christ’s love, and a commitment to social responsibility.

Youth for Christ’s endeavors encompass the comprehensive development of each young person across mental, social, spiritual, and physical dimensions of life. Hence, our organization warmly embraces any opportunity or means that engages young people, aiming to positively transform their lives.

For media enquiries, please contact :
Oluwaseyi Ige, Director, Media and Communication
Email: igeseyi@gmail.com
Phone: +2348060817920

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INVASION

EPISODE 3

“Lord the earth needs your intervention, I don’t even know what time it is to know how long we’ve been in this darkness.” Racheal

A terrible hurricane blew and lasted for about three hours at stretch.The sound of rain began after the heavy rainfall everywhere was crystal clear.

Others were still praying the nurses, the doctors, organisations.

“The world needs the saviour; Save us” Grandpa George pleaded gazing the ceiling like he was speaking with God verbatim.

“Oh! God, I slept on dead bodies since the darkness began” Victor stood up abruptly as the light brightened his eyes.

Victor struggled to stand up and return home before another darkness erupted the city.

“I have seen enough”, Victor accepted.

He stood up hoping to leave for home he heard footsteps from behind trying to look back and go the step increased like a multiple of steps.

He turned back to see who was following him. He saw all the dead bodies risen behind him they took a step like he did.

“God!” Victor exclaimed.

“Am I dead or why am I walking with the dead?”That moment he slumped unconsciously.

The dead had risen through out the city, everyone trying now to get back to their daily business as if nothing ever happened.

Victor was taken to the hospital by one of the men that had risen.

“Please Open the gate we need to restore this boy”. The man had pleaded with the security on duty.

“No vacant bed”. The security said with courage.

By now the doctors had stopped praying due to an interruption. The cleaners had screamed when they saw the dead patient all awake and those at the verge of death recuperating.

“Let them come in”, Dr. Bala.

” Okay sir”.

Victor was placed on the stretcher for cross self examination.

“This is emotional concussion a trauma caused by shock”, Dr. Bala reported after examining victor.

“Give him shocktania 200mgh”, Dr. Bala said returning back to the doctor’s conference room where other doctors were.

“This is a miracle, I can’t explain it” Dr.Tina Began

“Miracle and Miracle”……….

Was this truly a miracle?

Victor stood up abruptly it was obvious he had been dreaming about the dead persons ressurection and the whole drama in the hospital was all a dream.

He stood up from the dead bodies he was lying on.
He rushed home like he was being pursued, he had seen enough it’s been four days ago he left the house, the three days of darkness.

Victor headed precipitously home to at least share the things he saw before the darkness erupted the land with Rachael his sister before the arrival of their parents.


“Holy one I infer you destroy the whole city.They are just like the generation of Sodom and Gomorrah”, The Devil suggested to God.

How can the devil be in a place as holy as that you may be wondering right now I remember the story of Job.The sons of God presented themselves the devil came around for excursion.

Can I pray for you reading this that when the devil comes around for you God will disappoint him on our behalf…..

God was silent and the devil continued.

“Destroy them holy one”

“Holyone announce the end”, The devil trying his tricks

A soft ecstatic voice echoed from behind

“Holy one, don’t dab them off like sodom and Gomorrah remember you gave them a saviour”The angel of mercy pleaded.

“Holy one just close the drama afterall they are human and their days fadeth away like grass”, The devil added

“Father remember the reason why Jesus came to destroy the works of darkness, the blood still avails please don’t eradicate the world”.

“Let him decide and stop persuading him”, The devil alerted

There was silence in heaven.

Victor got home he hugged his sister so deep.

“Promise you won’t tell dad and mum that I went for sightseeing”, Victor added.

“I cross my heart”, Racheal replied.

A terrible thunderstorm sounded, in a jiffy it was raining ice.

The rain drops sounded like stone on the zinc.

Racheal peeped through the window blind to see.

“Ice from the sky in less than one week we’ve seen signs that made us feel we are the Egyptians, Is God angry with us?”. Racheal siloquizzed.

Is the invasion the visitation of God through plagues as he fought against the Egyptian for the sake of the Isrealites? ………

Keep Reading! TO BE CONTINUED wait for the final episode.

Episode 3

Dexterity

Just Believe

I Believe

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