FAIR SUNSHINE

But his word was in mine heart as a burning fire shut up in my bones, and I was weary for forbearing, and I could not stay. Jeremiah 20:9b A day and a month after the incident I went out with a deep yearning to once again publicly proclaim my Christ. My daughter assisted me today, as I am still unable to walk properly following the complications that came along with the wounds that are still in the process of healing internally. But I was assisted mightily today with the gospel, in power, and in speech. 90% law, 10% grace. The crowd growing visibly uncomfortable throughout the proclamation yet listening intently till the end. We were enabled to give away bibles to the listeners who were eager to both ask and receive them, minus two who were busy with their phones. The Lord pity them. This morning I opened my Android bible translation project again. I started this for my children, to prepare for the day when the Lord converts them. I have finished Matthew and am starting on Mar

This is a back-post from my Instagram account. A short recap of what caused my present limp that I so thank God for. The present difficulty in walking adds to the perseverance of the spirit in the service of my Lord. Last Dec 20 I sliced my legs in three places with the grinder, a tool that I've been using for a very long time. But on that day, I held it wrong, I positioned myself wrong, and I placed my material wrong. The power tool snagged and flew off my hand to my legs opening up a 5 inch long 3-inch wide gash on the inside of the right knee that reached the bone. It bounced to the left leg and opened a similar deep gash near the ankle, bounced again to my right foot slicing the inside sole, before unplugging itself and resting about two feet away from me. This is the beast that was on it. If you notice three of the carbide teeth are missing. God has sovereignly allowed me to rest this month because of it. And it has opened a tremendous opportunity for deeper examin

A journal entry. Twilight. First week of January. I am saved. I know this. The Spirit bears witness of Christ in me. Yet I utterly reject nor will I hold on anymore to the quip of one evangelist, 'You can't be a saved sinner. You're either saved or you're a sinner', for I will always be a sinner in this earthly vessel. Not that I live a double life or that I seek to sin, but never before has my nature been so openly revealed to me in such a light, that I despair for my soul, and see no hope, or a will to even continue on to God. My nature is what I am, and I am inclined towards sin helplessly until my demise. I am altogether confounded. I throw myself at the mercy of my God. He is just to judge me. He is just to withdraw mercy from me. My spirit is calloused, nay, leprous. Every vein, every bone. The very fiber of my innermost being, one despicable wretch worthy of the lowest chambers of the abyss. A conceited, heartless, thankless and unlearned hypocrite, who