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Friday 28 March 2014

Who Knows ?

 
Most times we live a double standard life, forgetting that there is a God who sees the secret things who do. We can succeed in deceiving the people around us BUT not God.

who do you strive to please daily?

Where do you do those things you do, if you wouldn't like your fellow men to know?

Stop and think!

It's always that 'conscious' state of ours that would make us want to hide somethings..I'll call that living in bondage dear....

if You must live, live freely(i mean; free yourself). why would you hide things from men that can not create a man like him or kill your soul? there no point at all.

Here is another side of it; now, even the people that you may be trying so hard to hide certain things from, may know but decide to keep it to themselves.

The world we live in is a small place dear and people 'can see'.

Let the Fear of God guide your daily actions.

below is a joke, to portray my little write-up.





There were two evil brothers. They were rich, and used their money to keep their ways from the public eye. They even attended the same church, and looked to be perfect Christians.

Then, their pastor retired, and a new one was hired. Not only could he see right through the brothers' deception, but he also spoke well and true, and the church started to swell in numbers. A fund-raising campaign was started to build a new assembly.

All of a sudden, one of the brothers died. The remaining brother sought out the new pastor the day before the funeral and handed him a check for the amount needed to finish paying for the new building.

"I have only one condition," he said. "At his funeral, you must say my brother was a saint." The pastor gave his word, and deposited the check.

The next day, at the funeral, the pastor did not hold back. "He was an evil man," he said. "He cheated on his wife and abused his family." After going on in this vein for a small time, he concluded with,

"But, compared to his brother, he was a saint."

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