Why Should We Fear God? — Just Call Me Pastor… a re blog, all that old stuff is true, and it heals too, just imagine it.

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A couple of days ago I found a site on YouTube that arrested my attention. SermonIndex.net contained portions from the sermons of six preachers whose ministry together spanned more than half a century in different locations. Whatever their geographic locations, their sermons had a common theme. With one voice, they contended that there was a […]

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Free From The Rest or is it Free from the nest….

No longer under the thumb, they gather in secret, they can say what is on their mind, no lobby is going to cull them, no one is going to report their words, no one is going to hear them sing, the underground cave, it’s a wine bar, free he said, the guy who seemed to be in charge was high, so he wasn’t in charge, but he was, if that is possible, well, the little bird jumps from the nest, she finds herself on stage, words and music, a lifetimes goal, I can do this, inside a deep sense of joy, did it, wow was she nervous as she floated her boat, confidence, she didn’t plant the tree, and those branches over there, the other safe places, they just seem to appear, who designed it that way, could it happen by accident.

The need to escape families, no, not the movement or flagship movement, just the simple prejudice. the opinions you have to grow up with, it’s hard to turn away, your emotionally bound, your afraid to hurt them, and as you get older ,well, they can interfere with your prospects, some get violent, it’s not easy being free, suppose that’s why there is a need for artists, to allow wisdom and fresh thinking to fly. You did this for me she says, her eyes are glassy, she doesn’t fully understand, just listening is often enough with a free mind. How many got their lives curtailed just for having opinions.

Solomon was reflecting, there were so many cards on the global table, old arguments and resentments, harboured fears, propaganda fed to so many, leaving them terrified in many cases, it was the time for great change, time to leave the nest, amen. Let the Spirit pour out he prayed, then paused. So many changes in so short a space in time, they ought to take notice now.

Real Fasting

No sad eyes, no shook looks, no outer signs, just be kind, be good to those who do you harm, piety and prayer is useless if you abandon the poor, amen.

Learning Irish

A small miracle, the desire to learn the Irish language grows, Harry is upbeat, interested, there are twenty in the class, all mature students, when in school, many thought learning Irish was a waste of time, no money in it, no job in it, just another language that is dying, why bother, when you should be concentrating on math, who can argue with that. that was then, this is now. A dying language, so practical, the way the words fall out of the mouth, what’s in it for me, what’s in it for me, how often have you said that.

If only they made it more interesting in school, it’s how you teach it, and the values that you promote. Joy excitement intrigue meaning understanding, in school, few teachers do it that way. Can you imagine the early believers listening to Jesus, telling them about the new kingdom, the Glory of Heaven, and all that he was saying meanwhile, those who were ill were gathering to hear the good news, imagine the excitement, Mary is suddenly better, the blind leper, can see and his limbs perfect, imagine what they the believers were thinking, He is the answer to all our problems, awesome. Then he tells them, it’s inside you all, it’s the way you tell them I suppose, amen

Encouragement

I went in his house and sat down. I was a stranger. And he took it upon himself To make me feel comfortable. He did. Just a feel good moment.

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The world needs a bit more Kindness and Compassion — Purplerays

“The Little Boy and the Old Man Said the little boy, “Sometimes I drop my spoon.” Said the old man, “I do that too.” The little boy whispered, “I wet my pants.” I do that too,” laughed the little old man. Said the little boy, “I often cry.” The old man nodded, “So do I.” […]

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The Dark inside

Bitten by a dog, the child is young, develops a phobia, doctor calls it normal, given the experience. Everyone agrees, who could recover from such an experience, a young man, full of spirit and intense with his ideals, wants to see the best in everything, wants to see evil punished, believes in his country, well, someone better will come along. You are now a marine sir, is soon sent to Vietnam, returns shell shocked, addicted, life is never to same, the expert says so, everyone agrees, who could recover from such an experience. Others call it a disability, a situation you can’t deal with, but a situation others can handle, so you are different, based on your experiences; are we agreed, yes we are!.

25% of the world, addicted in some form, the numbers are actually higher in truth, so many of us are good at disguise, he is busy all the time, she is a career girl, busy. Turn on the TV, listen to the radio, what is your profile, what time of day, advertise laxatives to the elderly, advertise underwear to the young, one group interested in being able to live with a little dignity, the others group interested in personal appearances; the dark inside, getting the balance right.

Solomon heard of fishing, it had been going on a long time.