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This is a Facebook memory.

So, this fella gets drunk on God knows what, but, I assume it is one of those illicit un-branded alcoholic ‘drinks’. Prolly the sort that looks like water fetched from a muddy puddle after eight elephants have danced in it. I digress……this dude is singing a lewd version of a popular gospel song, sitting in the road ( dirt road, smack in the middle ) with his pee making this shaky snaky line to the side of the road. And he is crying too. Sobbing to be precise. Sorry sight to behold and I kind of feel sorry for him. Then he decides the crying thing ain’t working. He heaves himself to his feet, only to plonk right back on his back with his legs up in the air and bursts into maniacal laughter! Why do people do this to themselves? Alcoholism or desperation?


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Pure Glory

by Hazel Straub

Live in Holy Spirit and let him produce good fruit in you, through the love of God. Walking in love produces excellent fruit.

But the fruit produced by the Holy Spirit within you is divine love in all its varied expressions:

joy that overflows,
peace that subdues,
patience that endures,
kindness in action,
a life full of virtue,
faith that prevails,
gentleness of heart, and
strength of spirit.
Never set the law above these qualities, for they are meant to be limitless. (Galatians 5:22-23 TPT)

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Wanderlust Jessica

Elephant wading through a swamp in Amboseli National Park, Kenya

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Don’t Judge People By Their Past

Recently, I met a friend whom I had not seen for over 2 decades. I was so excited about seeing my old buddy that the first thing I said after greetings was that I needed a cup of tea. My idea was to have chat over a cuppa tea.

But you see, my old friend saw me through the lens of what he knew of me ages ago. Then, my main worry was where the next glass (not bottle, but glass AND certainly NOT of tea) would come from. So he thought I was asking for a handout to go and quench my thirst. He actually handed me a 50 bob note AND even before I could protest or explain, he became “too busy” for a cup of tea with me, explaining he was meeting someone urgently.

Later on, I met another friend who went to explain that he had earlier met our “mutual” friend who had come to see him about a small loan of 3k. Unfortunately, he could not be assisted due to “wrong timing”.

The amazing thing is that, had my long-lost friend sat down with me earlier on and disclosed his predicament, I would have easily helped him FOR when we met, I had just left the ATM over 15K richer and whatever I had intended to do with the money could be postponed indefinitely.

BUT he preferred seeing me through the old lens. I would have told him that I DON’T LIVE THERE ANYMORE and that God redeems, even the worst of the prodigal sons.

via Right In His Sight

Here is a story about a nine year old boy who lived in a rural town in Tennessee. His house was in a poor area of the community. A church there had a bus ministry that came knocking on his door one Saturday afternoon. The kid came to answer the door and greeted the bus pastor.

The bus pastor asked if his parents were home and the small boy told him that his parents take off every weekend and leave him at home to take care of his little brother. The bus pastor couldn’t believe what the kid said and asked him to repeat it. The youngster gave the same answer and the bus pastor asked to come in and talk with him.

They went into the living room and sat down on an old couch with the foam and springs exposed. The bus pastor asked the kid, “Where do you go to church?”

The young boy surprised the visitor by replying, “I’ve never been to church in my whole life.” The bus pastor thought to himself about the fact that his church was less than three miles from the child’s house.

“Are you sure you have never been to church?” he asked again. “I’m sure I haven’t,” came his answer.

Then the bus pastor said, “Well, son, more important than going to church, have you ever heard the greatest love story ever told?” and then he proceeded to share the Gospel with this little nine year old boy. The young lad’s heart began to be tenderized and at the end of the bus pastor’s story, the bus pastor asked if the boy wanted to receive this free gift from God.The youngster exclaimed, “OF COURSE!”

The kid and the bus pastor got on their knees and the lad invited Jesus into his little heart and received the free gift of salvation. They both stood up and the bus pastor asked if he could pick the kid up for church the next morning.”Sure,” the nine year old replied.

The bus pastor got to the house early the next morning and found the lights off. He let himself in and snaked his way through the house and found the little boy asleep in his bed. He woke up the little boy and his brother and helped get them dressed. They got on the bus and ate a doughnut for breakfast on their way to church.

Keep in mind that this boy had never been to church before. The church was a real big one. The little kid just sat there, clueless of what was going on. A few minutes into the service, these tall unhappy guys walked down to the front and picked up some wooden plates. One of the men prayed and the kid, with utter fascination, watched them walk up and down the aisles. He still didn’t know what was going on.

All of a sudden, like a bolt of lightning, it hit the kid what was taking place. These people must be giving money to Jesus. He then reflected on the free gift of life he had received just twenty-four hours earlier.

He immediately searched his pockets, front and back, and couldn’t find a thing to give Jesus. By this time the offering plate was being passed down his aisle and, with a broken heart, he just grabbed the plate and held on to it. He finally let go and watched it pass on down the aisle.

He turned around to see it passed down the aisle behind him. And then his eyes remained glued on the plate as it was passed back and forth, back and forth all the way to the rear of the sanctuary.

Then he had an idea. This little nine year old boy, in front of God and everybody, got up out of his seat. He walked about eight rows back, grabbed the usher by the coat and asked to hold the plate one more time.

Then he did the most astounding thing I have ever heard of. He took the plate, sat it on the carpeted church floor and stepped into the center of it. As he stood there, he lifted his little head up and said,”Jesus, I don’t have anything to give you today, but just me. I give you me!”

Rather than be writing “I have fought the good fight and kept the faith…..” on the obituaries pages of others, I want to ensure that I AM FIGHTING THE GOOD FIGHT AND KEEPING THE FAITH while I am alive so that I CAN SAY IT FOR MYSELF NOW.

I don’t want people who have no idea of my level of faith or how well I fought the good fight “putting words in my mouth” (on a newspaper) when I have gone yonder. (Many don’t even get what Paul meant when he uttered those profound words)

My desire is to be like Paul, who as he approached his sunset days could confidently say FOR HIMSELF:

“I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, and I have remained faithful.” (2 Timothy 4:7)

via Dis-Couraged

Not necessarily.

I am just conscious of the socio-political environment in which I am living in AND I certainly don’t subscribe to burying my head in the sand, under the guise of leaving political matters to politicians alone.

In a similar manner, I expect even politicians to engage in discussing and propagating the Good News of Jesus Christ. We are all preachers occupying different pulpits

“Anyone who either cannot lead the common life or is so self-sufficient as not to need to, and therefore does not partake of society, is either a beast or a god. ”
― Aristotle

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