Enkounters

Listen! Be quiet  do not make the slightest sound, be still...Do you hear what I hear? How loud it is...the unshakable and Unmistakable...silence. Somehow, the young have fallen; Into a deep impenetrable sleep. Behold how strange it is... Those whom He has equipped with extraordinary strength To wrestle with the principalities and powers of darkness in this world... are... Swinging in hammocks with the elders, And enjoying sweet slumber with the suckling babes. But listen once more! Even more carefully... If you must...then hold your breath ... What do you hear now? Behold the enemy is on the prowl The ruthless fiend that knows no sleep. Just look  how he boasts in his exploits, People falling like flies; murders by daylight, Another claimed by HIV, increase in selfishness, a growing generation  of fatherless children being raised by reckless mothers, Yet another soul finding its solace in darkness. So much noise, turmoil, restlessness, waste, pandemonium and still...We sleep.

You will know the truth and the truth will set you free...  John 8:32 I was walking in HWT (Half-Way-Tree) yesterday (read Friday) and saw this 'innocent enough' looking elderly white woman, at the traffic lights, handing out what looked like tracts. The front of the tract read 'Does God Really Love You?' and the front of her shirt read- Judgement Day . I was in a hurry but I thought I would take one for reading sake and to encourage others to take one (you know...do my good deed for the day :) . When I got to my destination and flipped through the tract boy was I glad that I had taken one!  Inside the Tract... Well like many other tracts this four-fold beauty was encouraging and urging people to accept Christ; to be persuaded of their sinful nature and believe that it is only through Christ that man (read man and woman, boy and girl) can be made right with God. It also encouraged people to read the BIBLE and know the 'truth'...now for the bomb...  http://ww

What if tomorrow never comes for you? What would you do if you really knew... all the horrors that would be left behind for all to see? All the gruesome truths that would be revealed concerning that vapid thing You have called your life Which you tried so very hard to conceal from the world, The pretence you have, for so long, clothed in frills and nifty suits Much to the detriment of the real you - rotting away at the core, Drowning in the filth of regret, greed, envy, self piety, and hatred Beyond the help of anyone or any device you could employ to make things right. What then? What of those fiendish schemes you were planning to execute; Just another means to the end of self aggrandizement? Could you bear to know the shame it would bring To those who trusted you to do the right and honourable thing? Or are you really that far gone...

Agonizingly, painfully, decay drags along Slowly, carefully removing life from every crease and crevice. The earthen temple, once so majestic is now a rubble and stone heap still trying to remain firm against the impending and inevitable blow of sudden destruction. But... With that final blow it will crumble. The temple returned to the ashes from which it had been formed The occupant freed ... to its final destination.