Showing posts with label suicide. Show all posts
Showing posts with label suicide. Show all posts

Sunday, January 30, 2011

WHATS IS THIS? IS THIS REALLY LOVE? OR LUST? TRUE LOVE RESPECTS TIME.

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I started writing this on the "sea shore". That's what the pretty Ghanaian Lady  Security  guard called it when I asked her to open the gate that connects  the back of the Hotel to the Atlantic Ocean. Don't get scared. I was not planning to swim. Who “born” me? The best friend I have ever made with water is in the bath tub. After that - I pass.  I have been doing this every morning since I got here. Its been a 3-mile/ one hour prayer walk just  yards off the tip of the Atlantic. This morning was going to be special. I had just concluded a 2- day/3-session preaching marathon and felt I needed to spend more time today to thank God for proving himself and honoring His time tested word. Then I saw something for the second time in two days that got me upset - really upset. Let me use an American saying courtesy my daughter - "I was raving…." You finish it! It’s not from my mouth you will hear it that way.

Monday, October 18, 2010

AWESOME STORY - AUTHORED BY KEN GAUB


At the time I was driving on 1-75 near Dayton , Ohio , with my wife and children. We turned off the highway for a rest and refreshment stop. My wife, Barbara, and children went into the restaurant. I suddenly felt the need to stretch my legs, so waved them off ahead saying I’d join them later.

I bought a soft drink, and as I walked toward a Dairy Queen, feelings of self pity enshrouded my mind. I loved the Lord and my ministry, but I felt drained, burdened. My cup was empty.

Suddenly, the impatient ringing of a telephone nearby jarred me out of my doldrums. It was coming from a phone booth at a service station on the corner. Wasn’t anyone going to answer the phone? Noise from the traffic flowing through the busy intersection must have drowned out the sound because the service station attendant continued looking after his customers, oblivious to the incessant ringing.

“Why doesn’t somebody answer that phone?” I muttered. I began reasoning. It may be important. What if it’s an emergency? Curiosity overcame my indifference. I stepped inside the booth and picked up the phone.