I'm Back!!!!

Alright, I forgot my password and my url address. After revealing my inadequacies to my blog savvy wife, she helped me with what I was doing wrong. And now I'm back. Oh and by the way I have a little rap for you.

I roll with ladybot
Ghetto from the start
you can not hope to stop

ladybot ladybot.

sometimes while I draw characters I sing them a theme song.

So today I met a young Indian man from Hyderabad. I shared with him that I had been to his city and really enjoyed the people there. He asked why I had gone, so I told him it was a missionary trip. He asked me what kind......I said Christian. Oh, he said rather excitedly. Now believing him to be a Christian I started to tell him of the villages and how much I loved the people. He asked me a few more questions about my experience. I didn't get to tell about any of the miracles or anything like that. I told him how my awesome wife was going back to India this summer. Then he said something I did not expect.....

"Man, Christians are always doing good things like that everywhere and those people need it". Then he looked at himself and rather bashfully said "Muslims........they don't do anything like that." A little stunned I sputtered out........aw that's not true..... They have a pretty good banking system in Nigeria. I completely left out the part about having to join mos( I'll correct the spelling later) in order to bank with them. Still on the clock I offered him my name and a handshake. Then told him I'd see him later. His name was Balai and he was one of the nicest young men I've met in a long time.

Oh and he also asked where my church was, very cool.

What we have is not equal to what we are.....

My Friend what are we afraid to lose that we would hold after this breath of life expires and the silver cord is severed, And this dirt laid/made flesh retires? Can it be preserved, This stuff we've made our lives?
Can we hold it in our hands before Him, The giver of all things? Will it match the value of crimson royalty? Could it be counted a worthy exchange?

And when He holds out His hands before us…..the ones that bear our names, what then, what then? The spoil of our life will be as ashes in the wind. Dear friend count the cost……what is it to gain this kindling wood world if our souls are to be lost. Let's mark our selves of Him, And store our treasures in Heaven, And shake the ashes from our feet.