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Sowing seeds for others….

photoFifteen years ago in March, on the 27th, I set foot on the soil of Arunachal Pradesh for the first time, steadfastly set on accomplishing my calling and providing the needs of my family.

In essence, it was a call to duty, and basically, the fulfillment of the calling of God. It was no small choice but an intricate one involving the relocation of my entire family about 500 km away from home with the grim reality of leaving everything behind, even the prospect of a job, to raise my kids amongst people hitherto unknown and eke out a living. It was a huge challenge, a daunting one at that!

Fortuitously, and by the design of God, we soon adapted to our new setting and God in His grace amply blessed the work we took charge of. What, however, we always felt amiss was the home-grown delicacies and vegetables which were not easily obtainable. My dear “angel” dad and mom (both now blissfully in the company of Jesus) helped in planting a number of tree beans. Tree beans is also known as parkia speciosa (bitter bean, twisted cluster bean, stinker or stink bean) and is a plant of the genus Parkia in the family Fabaceae. It bears long, flat edible beans with bright green seeds the size and shape of plump almonds which have a rather peculiar smell, characterized by some as being similar to natural gas.

Fifteen years on, in the will of God we have moved on but the small plants that we planted are now fully-grown tree beans, producing bundles and bundles of joy to those who savour its taste.

The lesson for us is simple. We may not always reap the fruit of our labour but let us not weary in doing good. There is much joy and happiness in the knowledge that others are reaping the fruit of your labour…

Barack Obama for President, oops…heaven or hell?

barack obama1While walking down Pennsylvania Avenue one fine afternoon on his way back to the White House to sign executive orders banning certain types of ammunition and edible school lunches, President Barack Obama is tragically hit by a Prius and dies.

His soul arrives in heaven and he’s met by St. Peter at the Pearly Gates.

“Welcome to Heaven, Mr. Obama,” St. Peter says. “Before you settle in, it seems there’s a problem. We seldom see an American head of state around these parts, you see, so we’re not sure what to do with you.”

“No problem, just let me in,” Obama tells St. Peter.

“If only it were that easy, Mr. Obama,” St. Peter clucks. “I’d like to, I really would — but I have orders from higher-ups. What we’re going to do is spend one day in Hell and one day in Heaven. Then you can choose where you spend your eternity.”

“Excuse me, St. Peter,” Obama says. “I’m pretty sure I would prefer Heaven, and I’m pretty sure I deserve Heaven. I was the first African-American president, and I saved America through hope, change, transparency … ”

“What about Solyndra?”

“Look, we all make mistak–”

“Or how about Jonathan Gruber?”


St. Peter sighed. “Well, regardless. I’m sorry, Mr. Obama, but rules are rules.” With that, he escorts Obama to the elevator to go down in to the depths of Avernus.

The doors open and Obama finds himself in the middle of his favorite golf course. In the distance is a club and in front of it are Frank Marshall Davis, Lyndon Baines Johnson and many of his Chicago compatriots who had passed on.

Furthermore, on the lawn chairs outside of the club, there were signs hung on the back that said the seats were reserved for several of his closest friends and allies, including Susan Rice, Bill Ayers and Rahm Emmanuel.

Everyone greets the deceased president and tells him what a wonderful job he did. Then, all of the Democrats begin talking about the great times they had getting rich off of those who voted for them.

The Devil comes by to meet Obama and orders lobster and caviar for everyone. They have a great time telling jokes and whiling away the hours drinking champagne. Finally, it’s time to go back up to Heaven.

St. Peter dropped Obama off in paradise, where he spends a good, if uneventful 24 hours strumming harps and spinning tales with Ronald Reagan and Abraham Lincoln on clouds. It’s fun, but not nearly as much his time in Hell.

When St. Peter comes back, he tells the president, “Well, there you have it. 24 hours in Hell, and 24 hours in Heaven. What’ll it be?”

“I know this sounds crazy,” Obama tells St. Peter. “However, it seems like Hell is better. I think I’ll go there.”

“As you wish,” St. Peter says. He sends him down on the elevator, and suddenly, he finds himself in the middle of a barren, scorched desert, covered in detritus and human waste. He sees everyone he was laughing with yesterday, dressed in rags and picking up trash in vain.

The Devil comes over to Obama and hands him a bag. “Get working, ye fool!” Satan says.

“I … I don’t get it,” Obama stammers. “Yesterday we were golfing and having a great time. What happened?”

The Devil lowers his head and clucks. “Silly Obama. You of all people should understand. Yesterday we were campaigning. Today, you voted for us!”

(H/T The Federalist Papers Project)

Why Perform Acts of Kindness?

by Jean E. Oathout
Writing devotionals for women at

Image: Unknown

“Why perform acts of kindness?”

Is there something “magical” in living this kind of life?

Why do some people seem to be able to be so kind to everyone, and others have such a difficult time of it?

Kindness is treating other people humanely, as you would want to be treated. The challenge is to do it with a joyful heart.

Joe Stowell says on Our Daily Bread 8/23/14- He (Jesus) reminded us that because of Him we are “the light of the world” (Matt. 5:14) and that our good deeds would be the power against the darkness for the glory of God (v16).

There is one force that the darkness cannot conquer—the force of loving acts of kindness done in Jesus’ name.

It is God’s people who turn the other cheek, go the extra mile, and forgive and even love their enemies who oppose them who have the power to turn the tide against evil.

So look for the privileged opportunity to perform acts of kindness today to bring the light of Christ to others.
Light up your world with an act of kindness.” (ODB)

Col. 3:12 tells us to put on kindness, among other things, as the elect of God, for we are holy and beloved.

2 Peter 1:7 tells us: “Add to godliness brotherly kindness; and to brotherly kindness charity.” (love)

Isaiah 63:7 tells us of the Kindnesses of the LORD.

Diana Derringer shares from One Good Turn Deserves Another:
“A popular idea in recent years is the Random Act of Kindness Day. On that day each year, people do something good for others for no special reason. The day receives a great deal of publicity, and people feel good about it.

I appreciate those efforts. Yet, that’s just once a year. What keeps us from performing random acts of kindness every day? Our kind acts don’t have to be big. In fact, the small kindnesses often mean the most.

A greater challenge is to be kind to those who are unkind to us. Think about the difference in our world if we practiced that.

1. Some people might be so surprised they stop their cruel acts.
2. Other people might think we’re crazy and continue their unkind behavior.
3. A few might wonder what causes us to act that way and desire a similar life for themselves.

Why not give it a try and see what happens?

In a world filled with conflict, let’s be like a carousel and keep the good turns going.”

The Weaver

Beautiful SunsetMy life is but a weaving
between my Lord and me;
I cannot choose the colors
He worketh steadily.

Oft times He weaveth sorrow
And I, in foolish pride,
Forget He sees the upper,
And I the underside.

Not til the loom is silent
And the shuttles cease to fly,
Shall God unroll the canvas
And explain the reason why.

The dark threads are as needful
In the Weaver’s skillful hand,
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern He has planned.
Author Unknown

Crossreads Book Blast with Robin Merrill


The Jesus Diet: How the Holy Spirit Coached Me to a 50-Pound Weight Loss

By Robin Merrill

About the Book:

In The Jesus Diet: How the Holy Spirit Coached Me to a 50-Pound Weight Loss, Author/Poet Robin Merrill shares her weight loss experiences through 30 Bible devotions designed to inspire others to join her on her journey toward improved spiritual, and physical, health.


robin 12 web (2)Robin Merrill is the author of several books, including The Jesus Diet: How the Holy Spirit Coached Me to a 50-Pound Weight Loss (30 Devotions), two collections of poetry from Moon Pie Press, and five Scholastic Book Fair books.

Her poems, short stories, articles, and essays have appeared in hundreds of publications, including The Cafe Review, Ledge Magazine, Margie, Pearl, Spoon River Poetry Review, and Stolen Island Review. Three of her poems have been featured on The Writer’s Almanac with Garrison Keillor. She is a 2013 recipient of an Emerging Artist Award from St. Botolph Club Foundation of Boston.

Robin is also a performance/slam poet who has competed at the national level. She has her MFA from Stonecoast and frequently leads creative writing workshops for writers of all levels.

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The Good Conductor

In 1982, British author Bernard Hare was an impoverished student who was unable to pay his rent. When the police came knocking at his door, he did not reveal his presence because he was afraid that he would be evicted. However, he realized that since his mother had not been well, and he did not have a phone, perhaps the police had come to tell him to get home quickly before his mother died. He went to a public telephone, called his father, and learned that yes, his mother was dying and was expected to die that night. His father told him, “Get home, son.” He went to the railway station, but he learned that he could get only partway home that night.

Normally, he would have transferred to another train to get home, but he would miss that connection by 20 minutes. He bought the ticket anyway. Mr. Hare says, “I was a struggling student and didn’t have the money for a taxi the whole way, but I had a screwdriver in my pocket and my bunch of skeleton keys. I was so desperate to get home that I planned to nick [steal] a car in Peterborough, hitch hike, steal some money, something, anything. I just knew from my dad’s tone of voice that my mother was going to die that night, and I intended to get home if it killed me.”

The train conductor saw how upset Mr. Hare looked and asked him, “You okay?” Mr. Hare was not in a mood to talk, but the train conductor said, “You look awful. Is there anything I can do?” The train conductor added, “If there’s a problem, I’m here to help. That’s what I’m paid for.” Mr. Hare told the train conductor his story: “Look, my mum’s in hospital, dying, she won’t survive the night, I’m going to miss the connection to Leeds at Peterborough, I’m not sure how I’m going to get home. It’s tonight or never, I won’t get another chance, I’m a bit upset, I don’t really feel like talking, I’d be grateful if you’d leave me alone. Okay?”

The train conductor disappeared for a while, and then he came back and said to Mr. Hare, “Listen, when we get to Peterborough, shoot straight over to Platform One as quick as you like. The Leeds train’ll be there.” He then explained, “I’ve just radioed Peterborough. They’re going to hold the train up for you. As soon as you get on, it goes. Everyone will be complaining about how late it is, but let’s not worry about that on this occasion. You’ll get home, and that’s the main thing. Good luck and God bless.”

Mr. Hare thanked the train conductor, who told him, “If you feel the need to thank me, the next time you see someone in trouble, you help them out. That will pay me back amply. Tell them to pay you back the same way and soon the world will be a better place.”

Mr. Hare wrote in 2010, “I was at my mother’s side when she died in the early hours of the morning. Even now, I can’t think of her without remembering the Good Conductor on that late-night train to Peterborough and, to this day, I won’t hear a bad word said about British Rail. My meeting with the Good Conductor changed me from a selfish, potentially violent hedonist into a decent human being, but it took time. I’ve paid him back a thousand times since then, and I’ll keep on doing so till the day I die.” He tells other people who perhaps think that they owe him something, “You don’t owe me nothing. Nothing at all. And if you think you do, I’d give you the same advice the Good Conductor gave me. Pass it down the line.” – (The Kindest People Who Do Good Deeds – Vol 7)

Lessons from the traveling preacher

69044b25aae8e4bf1e8d5a6b438dce27A traveling preacher finds himself in a tremendous rainstorm. Within a few hours the hotel he is staying in is flooded. As the water rises, the preacher climbs to the roof and starts praying. “Lord, save me so I can continue on my mission of preaching your gospel.”

Just then, a coast guard rescue party floats by in a rowboat. “Let’s go mister, into the boat!”

“I’ll stay here,” says the preacher. “The Lord will save me.”

An hour later a second boat reaches the scene and the water is close to the roof of the hotel. “Sir, you better get in the water is still rising.”

“No thanks. The Lord will be my salvation.”

Toward evening, the hotel is almost completely under water and the preacher is clinging to the satellite dish on the roof. A helicopter is spotted and on a loudspeaker is heard: “Sir, grab on to the line and we will pull you up. This is your last chance.”

“I’m all right,’ says the preacher, “I know the Lord will provide sanctuary.”

As the helicopter departs, the satellite dish is hit by lightning and the preacher is killed.

When he arrives at the Pearly Gates he is furious. “What happened?” he shouts. “I thought the Lord would provide!?”

Moments later a thunderous voice is heard: “Give me a break. I sent you two boats and a chopper!”

It is important to recognize things for what they are…

The Storms of Life

A little girl walked to and from school daily. Though the weather that day was questionable and clouds were forming, she made her daily trek to the elementary school. As the afternoon progressed, the winds whipped up, along with thunder and lightning. The mother of the little girl felt concerned that her daughter would be frightened as she walked home from school and she herself feared that the electrical storm might harm her child.

Following the roar of thunder, lightning, like a flaming sword, would cut through the sky. Full of concern, the mother quickly got into her car and drove along the route to her child’s school. As she did so, she saw her little girl walking along, but at each flash of lightning, the child would stop, look up and smile. Another and another were to follow quickly and with each the little girl would look at the streak of light and smile.

When the mother’s car drew up beside the child she lowered the window and called to her, “What are you doing? Why do you keep stopping?” The child answered,” I am trying to look pretty. God keeps taking my picture.”

May God bless you today as you face the storms that come your way!

Encounter with Jesus at a Restaurant

An Irishman in a wheelchair entered a restaurant one afternoon and asked the waitress for a cup of coffee. The Irishman looked across the restaurant and asked, “Is that Jesus sitting over there?” The waitress nodded “yes,” so the Irishman told her to give Jesus a cup of coffee on him.

The next patron to come in was an Englishman with a hunched back. He shuffled over to a booth, painfully sat down, and asked the waitress for a cup of hot tea. He also glanced across the restaurant and asked, “Is that Jesus over there?” The waitress nodded, so the Englishman said to give Jesus a cup of hot tea, “my treat.”

The third patron to come into the restaurant was a Redneck on crutches. He hobbled over to a booth, sat down and hollered, “Hey thar ;sweet thang. How’s about gettin’ me a cold glass a Coke!” He looked across the restaurant and asked, “Is that God’s boy over thar?” The waitress nodded, so the Redneck said to give Jesus a cold glass of Coke, “on my bill.”

As Jesus got up to leave, he passed by the Irishman, touched him and said, “For your kindness, you are healed.” The Irishman felt the strength come back into his legs, got up, and danced a jig out the door. Jesus also passed by the Englishman, touched him and said, “For your kindness, you are healed.” The Englishman felt his back straightening up, and he raised his hands, praised the Lord and did a series of backflips out the door.

Then Jesus walked towards the Redneck. The Redneck dropped his crutches, jumped up and yelled, “Don’t touch me…I’m drawin’ disability!”

Four Blood Moons – What nobody is talking about!

Before I get into what’s troubling me about all this, I want to cover some very basic facts for those who may not know:

-A blood moon is ALWAYS a lunar eclipse
-A lunar eclipse is ALWAYS a full moon.
-Lunar eclipses have happened over 7700 times in the last 5000 years
-Only a “TOTAL” lunar eclipse can be a blood moon
-The color of the moon depends on atmospheric conditions at the time. It can range from an orange hue to a coppery color to blood red or even black.
-You cannot know the color of the “blood moon” until it actually occurs.
-Total lunar eclipses have occurred about 2700 times in the last 5000 years.
-A series of four consecutive TOTAL lunar eclipses is called a tetrad
-Tetrads are less common. We are in our second of eight, this century.
-Passover and Sukkot (Feast of Tabernacles) ALWAYS fall on a full moon.
-Lunar eclipses at Passover or Tabernacles are not rare.
Full Red Moon With Reflection

Read the whole article by Michael Q. Pink, bestselling author, teacher & keynote speaker

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