I'm a Seventh-day Adventist, which means I'm just like you. I eat meat and fish and the occasional salad too. I go to church routinely to sit and view' and pray that God saves me from eternal doom.
Does this diluted message sound appealing; is it real enough to get you to start preaching? Does it get you off your feet amd start believing--or do you feel exactly the same? I'm a Seventh-day Adentist and I'm worse than you, because I have the eternal message and won't share it with you. Instead I'll push it to the side and put important things in front like:
what dress would go with these shoes?
I mean, what are we fighing for? The new guy in church or for our saviour Lord? Because the way that we're acting and the things we are practicing shows we're not living by the Sword. We were Seventh-day Adventists, different and blessed. Willing to share the message with those that we met. Now we idolise the things of mankind and can't thank God when we're truly blessed. Get up, let's be an active church. Go out and spread the word of God.
Go show them who Adventists were and what we still are.
Caleb Mapoma
To Bear Arms
For the first time in my life
I felt the
Pitter Patter
of tiny hopes
in the form
of a smooth
brown hand
Soft.
Like a freshly baked scone
also warm to the touch.
I sat with the child
while he read to me
as he did,
his stubby fingers brushed against mine
half-clenched over the jagged edges of
his faded purchase
half-holding onto me
for approval.
With that touch
arrived the
Pitter Patter
as I began to need
like the wanted monsoon
after an early hosepipe ban,
his hand felt welcome on mine:
a stigmata of friendship
a sign of my peace.
The want for me
to love something bigger than myself
came in the form
of a stranger’s boy
watching me serenely in the library
as I listened
to hear him read.
JPB
Pity