A gas explosion happened in an apartment in America which affected everyone in the building.
But there was this one man who prayed to God to protect him as he slept. And to his dismay he woke up to find his a little part of his body burnt and many dead people in the building. As he said as an "Amen" to a thankful prayer to God, he chanced upon a feather which was slightly burnt,lying by his bed." It wasn't there last night",he thougt. He heard a still small voice say "He will give His Angels charge over you" and there he knew that it was the feather of his guardian angel who protected him as he slept. True story....real feather. GLORY BE TO GOD ALMIGHTY WHO CONTINUALLY SHOWS LOVE TO HIS CHILDREN.
the silent dove in distant lands
Sunday, 18 September 2011
Saturday, 20 August 2011
Happy Birthday To Me
God gives life and gives it freely without asking us to pay.
At 19, I realised how blessed I am.
I don't have any extraordinary life but I have an extraordinary God, who has kept me
under His mighty wings...
I look forward to a more wonderful year, full of blessings.
I pray God continues to shower His favour on me and
that I continue to be a blessing to whoever i meet.
Amen.
At 19, I realised how blessed I am.
I don't have any extraordinary life but I have an extraordinary God, who has kept me
under His mighty wings...
I look forward to a more wonderful year, full of blessings.
I pray God continues to shower His favour on me and
that I continue to be a blessing to whoever i meet.
Amen.
Monday, 8 August 2011
Sunday, 7 August 2011
Six Hours,One Friday
"He really was the Son of God" - Matthew 27:54
To the casual observer the six hours were mundane.
God is on the cross.
The creator of the universe is being executed.
Spit and blood are caked on His cheeks and
His lips are cracked and swollen.
Thorns rip his scalp
His lungs scream with pain
His legs knot with cramps
Taut nerves threaten to snap as pain twangs her morbid melody
Yet,death is not ready
And there is no one to save Him,for He is sacrificing Himself
It is no normal six hours...its no normal Friday
Let me ask you a question:What would you do with that day in history?
What do you do with its claims?
If it really happened...if God did commandeer his own crucifixion....
if He turned his back on His own Sin...those six hours are no normal six hours
They were the most critical hours in history
-Max Lucado
To the casual observer the six hours were mundane.
God is on the cross.
The creator of the universe is being executed.
Spit and blood are caked on His cheeks and
His lips are cracked and swollen.
Thorns rip his scalp
His lungs scream with pain
His legs knot with cramps
Taut nerves threaten to snap as pain twangs her morbid melody
Yet,death is not ready
And there is no one to save Him,for He is sacrificing Himself
It is no normal six hours...its no normal Friday
Let me ask you a question:What would you do with that day in history?
What do you do with its claims?
If it really happened...if God did commandeer his own crucifixion....
if He turned his back on His own Sin...those six hours are no normal six hours
They were the most critical hours in history
-Max Lucado
Friday, 5 August 2011
Dear Grace
This is a wonderful song from my good friend Paapa Mensah. Blessed with talent ,he's using it to bring glory to God....enjoy
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