Dear Freinds, All the best in your life.Are you getting up daily with mattress over the mind or mind over mattress? Love, Nelli
This earth is not yours, it is not mine, it is God's.... A black Ethiopian refugee stood in front of me. He had black blazing eyes. He looked very thin and wiry. He told me of his hunger and his country. He asked me for help, but at that moment I could not give him the help he sought. He asked me for a piece of bread and I gave him a piece. It was not much but I hadn't any more. Suddenly he got very excited. He knelt on the ground and striking it with his fists said: "This earth is not yours, it is not mine. This earth is God's, this earth is ours. Your food is not yours, your food is not mine. All food is God's, all food is ours. Not yours, not mine, but God's, ours." Then with a softness in his eyes I had not seen before he said, "You know I am Jesus. I came back to this world." And wrapping the piece of bread in some brown paper, he left, and waved to me from the corner of the street. I thought, "The hunger has got into his head." But had it? We in the West (or if you prefer, in the North) live in the best vineyard of the Lord. All goes well. Plenty of everything. But now there are those people at our doors from the East and from the South, hungry and miserable, poor and wretched, asking for their share. Are they his servants, the one in the parable today? Or maybe, they are He? Is He in all of them? Joseph Donders -'Praying and Preaching the Sunday Gospel' **************************************************************** This mail is generated from JOYnet, a Jesus Youth mailing list. To unsubscribe, send a mail to [EMAIL PROTECTED] To subscribe to this mailing list, visit http://www.jesusyouth.org/joynet For automatic help, send a mail to [EMAIL PROTECTED] In case of any issue related to the mailing list contact [EMAIL PROTECTED] ****************************************************************
