Let your laughter be turned to mourning and your joy to gloom. I live in a house I cannot afford. I live there entirely by the grace of God. When the Lord told me to live in the house, I asked him how I would pay the rent. He told me that he created the world with wisdom. (Jer 10:12) For the past seven years, the wisdom of God has paid my rent in a house in Victoria Island, a highbrow part of Lagos, Nigeria. I love that house. I call it “the secret place of the most high.” When I go home, I go to a haven of peace. I pray by walking around the house. I must have thanked the Lord over one thousand times for that house. But about a year ago, I discovered to my surprise that the Lord had determined to burn the entire house down. No, it is not a typographical error. I did not mean the devil, ...