|nabam ompi||praise the lord i am ompi from india ,arunachal pradesh. in my youth days i was a very active youth i use to be very faithfull youth . but now i dont feel likr praying or even to go church i have become very week. lots of dirty filthy thinking covers my head and i just need to get this thing out of my mind. i am also not able to forgive my husband for he ditched me twice by being in a physical relation with some other girl. i doubt him all the time. am not having a peacefull married life. i realy need toget rid off my problem and also for my job so that i get beter good salary job.i want to be happy and in peace please pray for me and cast out anti divorce, ditch,doubt,immorality and unsuccessfull from my life. and let god guide me and my family always.|
|Richard Ryan||It was an unusually cold day for the month of May. Spring had arrived and everything was alive with color. But a cold front from the North had brought winter's chill back to Indiana. I sat, with two friends, in the
picture window of a quaint restaurant just off the corner of the towns-square. The food and the company were both especially good that day.
As we talked, my attention was drawn outside, across the street. There, walking into town, was a man who appeared to be carrying all his worldly goods on his back. He was carrying, a well-worn sign that read, "I will work for food." My heart sank. I brought him to the attention of my friends and noticed that others around us had stopped eating to focus on him. Heads moved in a mixture of sadness and disbelief. We continued with our meal, but his image lingered in my mind. We finished our meal and went our separate ways.
I had errands to do and quickly set out to accomplish them. I glanced toward the town square, looking somewhat halfheartedly for the strange visitor.I was fearful, knowing that seeing him again would call some response. I drove through town and saw nothing of him. I made some purchases at a store and got back in my car. Deep within me, the Spirit of God kept speaking to me: "Don't go back to the office until you've at least driven once more around the square." And so, with some hesitancy, I headed back into town.
As I turned the square's third corner, I saw him. He was standing on the steps of the storefront church, going through his sack. I stopped and looked, feeling both compelled to speak to him, yet wanting to drive on. The empty parking space on the corner seemed to be a sign from God: an invitation to park. I pulled in, got out and approached the town's newest visitor.
"Looking for the pastor?" I asked.
"Not really," he replied, "just resting."
"Have you eaten today?"
"Oh, I ate something early this morning."
"Would you like to have lunch with me?"
"Do you have some work I could do for you?"
"No work," I replied. "I commute here to work from the city, but I would like to take you to lunch."
"Sure," he replied with a smile.
As he began to gather his things. I asked some surface questions. "Where you headed?"
"Where you from?"
"Oh, all over; mostly Florida."
"How long you been walking?"
"Fourteen years," came the reply. I knew I had met someone unusual. We sat across from each other in the same restaurant I had left earlier. His face was weathered slightly beyond his
Then Daniel's story began to unfold. He had seen rough times early in life. He'd made some wrong choices and reaped the consequences. Fourteen years earlier, while backpacking across the country, he had stopped on the beach in Daytona. He tried to hire on with some men who were putting up a large tent and some equipment. A concert, he thought. He was hired, but the tent would not house a concert but revival services, and in those services he saw life more clearly. He gave his life over to God. "Nothing's been the same since," he said, "I felt the Lord telling me to keep walking, and so I did, some
"Ever think of stopping?" I asked.
"Oh, once in a while, when it seems to get the best of me. But God has given me this calling. I give out Bibles. That's what's in my sack. I work to buy food and Bibles, and I give them out when His Spirit leads."
I sat amazed. My homeless friend was not homeless. He was on a mission and lived this way by choice. The question burned inside for a moment and then I asked: "What's it like?"
"To walk into a town carrying all your things on your back and to show your sign?"
"Oh, it was humiliating at first. People would stare and make comments. Once someone tossed a piece of half-eaten bread and made a gesture that certainly didn't make me feel welcome. But then it became humbling to realize that God was using me to touch lives and change people's concepts of other folks like me."
My concept was changing, too. We finished our dessert and gathered his things. Just outside the door, he paused. He turned to me and said, "Come Ye blessed of my Father and inherit the kingdom I've prepared for you. For when I was hungry you gave me food, when I was thirsty you gave me drink, a stranger and you took me in."
I felt as if we were on holy ground. "Could you use another Bible?" I asked. He said he preferred a certain translation. It traveled well and was not too heavy. It was also his personal favorite. "I've read through it
"Where you headed from here?"
"Well, I found this little map on the back of this amusement park coupon."
"Are you hoping to hire on there for a while?"
"No, I just figure I should go there. I figure someone under that star right there needs a Bible, so that's where I'm going next." He smiled, and the warmth of his spirit radiated the sincerity of his mission.
I drove him back to the town-square where we'd met two hours earlier, and as we drove, it started raining. We parked and unloaded his things.
"Would you sign my autograph book?" he asked. "I like to keep messages from folks I meet."
I wrote in his little book that his commitment to his calling had touched my life. I encouraged him to stay strong. And I left him with a verse of scripture from Jeremiah, "I know the plans I have for you," declared the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you. Plans to give you a future and a hope."
"Thanks, man," he said. "I know we just met and we're really just strangers, but I love you."
"I know," I said, "I love you, too."
"The Lord is good."
"Yes, He is. How long has it been since someone hugged you?" I asked.
"A long time," he replied. And so on the busy street corner in the drizzling rain, my new friend and I embraced, and I felt deep inside that I had been changed.
He put his things on his back, smiled his winning smile and said, "See you in the New Jerusalem."
"I'll be there!" was my reply.
He began his journey again. He headed away with his sign dangling from his bedroll. When you see something that makes you think of me, will you pray for me?"
"You bet," I shouted back, "God bless."
"God bless." And that was the last I saw of him. Late that evening as I left my office, the wind blew strong. The cold front had settled hard upon the town. I bundled up and hurried to my car. As I sat back and reached for the emergency brake, I saw them, a pair of well-worn brown work gloves neatly laid over the length of the handle. I picked them up and thought of my friend and wondered if his hands would stay warm that night without them. I remembered his words: "If you see something that makes you think of me, will you pray for me?"
Today his gloves lie on my desk in my office. They help me to see the world and its people in a new way, and they help me remember those two hours with my unique friend and to pray for his ministry. "See you in the New Jerusalem," he said.
Yes, Daniel, I know I will...
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"I shall pass this way but once. Therefore, any good that I can do or any kindness that I can show, let me do it now, for I shall not pass this way again."
My instructions were to send this to four people that I wanted God to bless and I picked you. Please pass this to four people you want to be blessed as well as the person who sent it to you. This prayer is powerful and there is nothing attached, please do not break this pattern, prayer is one of the best gifts we receive. There is no cost but a lot of rewards, let's continue to pray for one another.
God bless and have a nice day! "Father, I ask you to bless my friends, relatives and
In June of 1999 I lost my mother to terminal lung cancer. Three months later in September, I was diagnosed with Stage IIIA Lung Cancer. It meant that I had a tumor in my upper left lobe and tumors in the mediastinal glands on the left side. It was inoperable. I wasn't expected to live.
During my second month of therapy I was sitting in the Chemo room with a needle in my hand receiving Chemotherapy. For some reason I decided then and there that it was time to bring Jesus into my life. I asked for forgiveness of my sins and for help through the next four months of treatment. You see, I was taking radiation and Chemo at the same time. I was so tired and scared. I prayed and I kept on praying.
Prayers Went OutMy neighbor who was a Southern Baptist told her prayer circle at church about me, and prayers went out all over the country for me. Even my mother-in-law who has relatives in Mississippi and New York were praying for me, and their churches were too.
When treatment was over that following March, my Oncologist wanted me to wait two months to let things settle down inside of me. Well, I went for a PT Scan in May and the scan showed my chest and lung to be totally free of cancer. Everyone was completely amazed, except for me, my neighbor and my mother-in-law.
He Brought Me a Long WaySince then I have remained a Christian and it has changed my life. By religion I am Catholic, and although I don't go to Mass like I should, God is still with me. He has brought me a long way since those days of treatment. My motto today is to treat others as you would have them treat you.
I know God saved me for a purpose and I truly hope I am doing what He wants. I still go through trials and tribulations, but I pray for peace and comfort. I believe my life is better for being a Christian.
I know it's not popular to be a Christian or to be a witness these days, but I try to do my best.
Well, that is my simple story. I am sure there are many others out there who can testify of similar things.
I say, "Keep on praying." That is when you are closest to God.
Thanks for reading my story. Go with God, friends.