Wealth is increasingly and unfairly concentrated among a privileged few. Jesus said: “Watch out! Life does not consist in an abundance of possessions”.
A big Harley, with a roar that would make hell tremble, is parked in front of the church door.
– “I beg your pardon?” – “Yes, the person you need to see is Mr Crow! Come this way, follow me, I’ll introduce him to you, I’m his wife!”
As soon as I arrived at the apartment, my ten year old son called out to me from his bed: - ‘Dad! Dad! I’ve got a passage from the Bible to read to you...’
We all prayed before the computer, with its email from Beijing, opening a new door to the Holy Spirit to reach a whole country.
I walk on to a stretch on the edge of the forest that is particularly full of light, and right there: Whoosh!
I am listening to Revelation 21 which talks to me about God’s house, with its foundations of precious stones... I stop: - ‘Precious stones!’
As there is no better way of gaining time than by talking with God I go into the forest.
These giants contemplate me scornfully from on high, looking at the little man at their feet in a monk-like silence. Who dares disturb their sleep?
The feng shui mirrors, the statuettes of Ganesh, the Tarot games... From now on, they have no need of these lucky charms and protections, as they have all of that and morem, in Jesus alone!
She still doesn’t know the sweetness of this voice: it is the voice of Jesus, who is entering the game again!
His wife’s body, bathed in sweat, is in the throes of convulsions. Véro would love to be able to cry out, but her cries remain stuck in her throat.
The Bertys free their chakras, consult all kinds of ‘specialists’: masters in guided meditation, mediums, kinesiologists, cleaners of cellular memories and even their animal totem (a snake!) to try to discover what they still lack…
We set off, waving our last goodbyes to all those who made us so welcome... and at this exact moment, the mountain decides to show itself to us in all its splendor.
The question should rather be: ‘Where do you look to?’
In the days and weeks that followed, I tried to contact them but the mail I sent to them was returned to me as the flat was no longer occupied. Puzzled, I made enquiries with their neighbors, but bizarrely, no-one seemed to have ever come across them..
God’s Secret Agent... (still on active service!)
To Jesus alone the glory; His amazing power is only equalled by his tenderness... And today, he still is the same.
There is something even stronger than prayer: Listening to God!
I rained prayer upon prayer against the walls present in my own life, its injustices, recurrent struggles and other adversities.
The whys and wherefores don’t matter, I just need God
They beg for a few cents’ worth of affection each day, without realizing they’re sitting on a huge seam of unconditional love…
At birth, little does it matter to us whether we are disadvantaged or favoured. The only thing that matters is the love of those close to us.
Those who overtake me treat me to an amazing mime show featuring a whole range of whiners and complainers. It’s too funny for words (and cheaper than going to the movies!)
To tell you the truth, my prayers sometimes sound as hollow as that banal ‘How are you?’ two passers-by in a hurry to get home might exchange.
Without a daily session sunning themselves by His side, my fruits would be seriously lacking in vitamins...