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I know on this day I should give thanks to God but I give it instead to you.
We are reminded on this eve of newness to love children more fully and more rightfully by being examples.
Then sings my soul, how weak I am. I am in adoration of you.
Drop me dead in a bad block in Watts and kick me as I roll and roll from your speeding car. I know only peace and adoration and love and kindness. I need to know your pain and take some and love you like a sister.
I am not worthy to tie your sandal straps my friend for I have been given to love and good.
So we drop down on one knee and we do not believe in God and we do believe in God but we all seek the strength to do more good in a troubled world.
So this is a Spring fed water stream that I was born next to.
And that is my son who I baptized right there with his older sister caressing him.
Church is not life. Life is life and we must embrace it now or else lose it to who knows what.
This is adoration. It was well written and repeated.
34 “Then the King will say to those on his right, ‘Come, you who are blessed by my Father; take your inheritance, the kingdom prepared for you since the creation of the world. 35 For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, 36 I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me.’
37 “Then the righteous will answer him, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? 38 When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you? 39 When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you?’
40 “The King will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me"
And I Eric will know you and bow to you and serve you for you serve my sister and brother and I love you for that and more.
A country Baptism
I am not made worthy by my birth, I am adopted unto goodness by grace!
I was just a broken down man.
And I was so broken. I mean I was just tatters and hell burnt into skin and I had nothing and baby I mean nothing.
I spent News Years eve and morn under a bridge.
And then Holy guacamole and triple jamboree. I saw a child under my bridge. And knew at that moment that while I could be a pile of dung, I must love this child.
And by the power of love and not my own I carried the sweetness of life to a shelter. And we rejoiced in the power of love.
And on that New Years day I hopped a freight train headed west on the Northern. And by golly I made back to me.
Blessed is the man who is better than this old ragedy tagedy fugitive from civil life. I love them who love us though we are not worthy.
Please tonight call that brother or sister or mom or dad or friend that you are fighting with and get the hell out from under that underpass bridge. Take a child to freedom and life and let that child be you.
Do some conservation of your own.
Be serious here.
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