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Me:  Ok, Lord. You win.  Have this also your way.  Him:  Oh really?!   You're letting me win now?  Me:  Sorry, I meant, you won. You already won!  Why am I even fighting with you???  We both know you already won.  Him:  You're fighting with me because you know you can fight with me and I'll still love you.  Me:  And you are allowing Satan to give me a hard time for doing Your will because..... Him:  We both know you already know why.  Me:  Yes.  That's why it's pointless arguing with you.  I never get to win.  I only win when you win.  Him:  But you just said I already won!  So by your own logic:  YOU already won!  Me: I did??? I did!!!  I won!  Even when I lose, I win!!!  Wah!!! Smart God you are!  Him:  Yeah, I know.  Took you long enough to realise.  Write it down somewhere.  Cos you keep forgetting.  I'm smarter than you.  I love you.  I know what I'm doing.  Just sit back and chill, baba.  I've got this.  I've got you.  I'm God.  And you, my

Growing up, Church meant ‘a place where we went to socialize a lot and pray a little on Sunday mornings’ . Nothing else. And oh, of course, on certain occasions, we dressed up more: for example: for baptisms, first holy communions, weddings and other special occasions.   I had no great love for the Church because I had no relationship with Jesus. I thought God, His Son and His Spirit were somewhere far away, even less accessible than the parish priests, Bishops and Pope were. I couldn’t see any connection between what we did on Sunday mornings and my everyday life. To the extent that I understood who God was, I wanted to be in His good books but I didn’t think He was actually concerned about my life. I can count on one hand the actual heartfelt prayers I cried out to God with until I was 22.   Then a colleague invited me to a small group prayer meeting in another senior colleague’s home and I went, well warned that they were ‘protestants’, because I trusted the colleague. And I

Jesus, there are 10 days left for Christmas!!! I haven’t got anything special done for you There’s so much I wanted to do There’s so much I wanted to be But this year has gotten the better of me Now there’s 10 days left for Christmas And I’m scrambling for time and energy to make it special for you   I had thought of an amazing gift for you: the very best of me The purpose-filled, high-energy, go-getter version of me But life has to be done Problems have to be solved People have to be cared for Things keep breaking that need mending Household equipment, health, hearts, relationships And before I know it, all that I got from you in the morning Is spent by evening, leaving me empty again   No matter how much I try To set aside everything else to be with you Only with you, wholly with you There are interruptions, distractions, temptations And the unending care-giving And at the end of the day, my exhausted body caves in and…. It’s another

  It’s story time, folks! Sit back and enjoy this 15-minute read.   A long time ago in Jerusalem, a humble carpenter called Avi woke up to what he thought was going to be a very normal, busy day. He got to work as soon as possible because he had a lot of work to complete and he wanted to get it all done in the next two days before Shabbath. There was Aryeh’s double bed to be finished before his wedding next week, Mrs. Fishel’s extension to her dining table for her relatives coming to town soon, and little Lemuel’s cradle. As he began the finishing work on the bed, he thought of his own parents’ bed and how he watched his father make it with great diligence and love after many years of sleeping on the floor. That was his father’s greatest gift to his mother: their bed where she could finally rest a little as the children got older and took on more responsibilities at home. Avi was the youngest and so he had plenty of time to hang around his father watching him lovingly cra