Punk’d

Background

Grew up watching the show Punk’d.

Quickly developed a boy crush on Ashton Kutcher.

He made everything look easy & smooth; forever spoilt by it.

Today

Today feeling the same way.

6:30 AM Train Ride

As I rode the train into work, a young man came in.  He immediately picked a fight over a bike parking spot.

He affirmed that the area being occupied is there for bikes and others should move; especially another man standing there.

I think, based on how the request was communicated, the current occupant refused to move.

The biker was not very happy that his wish was not immediately acquiescence.  He started shouting and clearing the pathway for a fight that he was going to pick.

He continued that he had the same problem in prison with the same people.

And, made it known his Aunt just passed last night and he was in no mood for the current state of affairs, especially today.

Unfortunately, I was standing close to the Intercom and I was elected to communicate the state of events to the Train Conductor.

I reluctantly did so.  Upon being asked by the train conductor for the Bus Number, I replied as the number was right underneath the speakers.

The Train continued on.

But, the mood did not soften.

Words was communicated to another man.  Somehow the biker guy said that this new man was not his brother either, but he looked past everyone and said I was.

At each stop, the young man with the Bike asked the other man to meet him outside so that they can settle the matter.

The spot owner refused to meet outside.

After a couple of stops, a Police Officer came in, placed handcuffs on the biker and led him off the train.

Standing outside, the Police Officer asked us whether anyone was harmed.  And, we replied No.

12:30 PM Lunch

As I went to lunch, ran into my home girl.

She was happy to see me and offered that she just came back from Down South; not far from where I grew up.

And, that she was there for two weeks.

She was walking her dog and she spit knowledge like she prone to.

Can’t talk enough about and for her.

Too deep and so let us save something for Spoken Words; in her case Toast Masters.

Less we go too far, for once, let us remain topical.

As her dog used the bathroom, a young un-sheltered lady approached and started talking at her.

The new lady let my friend know she should stop following her.

We turned around shortly after that.

We are only able to go for short spasms before we had to look back and tend to the words being spitted at us.

Finally, I had to tell the “un-sheltered” that this is my friend and if there is a problem she can take it up with me.

Gladly she replied that all she needed was 85 cents.

And, I said yes I have that.

Brothers, standing by, let us know that were being punked.

I supposed they could tell we were unaccustomed.

My friend went down the stairs to the train and the other lady and I went to the store.

As someone who never has cash, thankfully it is only $2.50 to get funds out of the ATM.

A little less than that to my new friend.

She promised to pay it back to my other friend, the next time she sees her.

Free and Clear

Family, let us continue to keep it Free and Clear.

Keep it simple.

Listening to G-Dep.

And, so that is that and this is now.

He implore us….

Have God work through us.  Never placing aside the act of contrition.

Telling people how we fell, is often considered as an act of weakness.  And, so sometimes it has to stay in same circle.  But, at least that way we get it off our shoulders.

Nothing really Intricate.

What is cool and what is not not.  What it means to be a man.

Listening

  1. Kierra ‘Kiki’ Sheard
    • Hear This – Kierra ‘Kiki’ Sheard
      Link
  2. Trin-I-Tee 5:7
    • Trin-I-Tee 5:7 – God’s Grace
      Link
  3. Kevin Michael
    • Kevin Michael – It Don’t Make Any Difference To Me (ft. Wyclef)
      Link

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It will mean more….

 

Exactly 20 minutes ago, I rushed through the clutter of life to get to the bus stop; hoping to catch that lorry that is prayerfully 10 minutes late for everyone, but right on time for me.

As I got on the bus, I let out a smile hoping that the conductor will be accepting of my otherwise empty gratitude.

 

Takes me back to just yesterday.

Her friend had gone with us to help pick out clothes.  Knowing that my taste and hers do not match,  she had brought along a more cheerful mate.

A Barnes & Noble was not too far off and so took the opportunity to pick up reading materials.

Got a couple for mum, as well.  And, so here I am dropping off those books.

I know she will rather know we are bringing guests.

And, so upon arriving my invite to our un-attached was a bit half-hearted.

She kindly said No, and politely offered to wait in the car for us.

A few minutes later Dad came home from his afternoon walk with Latte.  Latte had refused to go that morning.  But, who can resist the California sun twice in one day.

The Dog is 14 years old now.  He was breathing heavy.  He kept his mouth open gasping for air and I noticed his worn teeth.

Latte is a pass me down from my Sisi.  I never asked if Latte knows Sin is her birth mother.

Back to our third wheel.  I went inside with Dad and he later asked if she does not want to come in.  To which I replied,  “It will mean more if it came from them“.

And, so he took upon offering the invite.  To which she kept her NO.

A few later, Mum said she would go out.

She brought the young lady in.  And, Dad offered that Mum is more persuasive than he is.  To which I retorted more pushy.

I always knew that an invite from the woman of the house, my mother, will make a world of difference.

As Dad spoke and reflected on life, I looked over at Mum and Wifey do same.

Last Christmas with the whole family over, they went over choosing mates and partners in life and love.

They don’t have to talk about it, they have lived and living it.

Something about a sermon not been preached, yet lived.

As I got up this morning, knowing the love of my life, will be gone for 3 weeks. I couldn’t quite get myself together.

We had had a busy and full weekend.  But, still there was always one more thing to say.

What I really wanted to say is what God had given me to say yesterday.  And, that was how thankful I should be to the cost my Love bears as she opens up herself for and to me.

To some opening up comes with ease; yet to others it comes guarded.

And, so here are to those things that mean more.

A lifetime ago,  God showed himself, replanted and re-souled in our lives and everything has meant more ever since.

Must be a Sunday

Morning Wake Up Call

Woke up 6:50 and I did not have to take in too much convincing.

Had gone to bed early and I was well rested.

It is Sunday morning and I might as well go in and hear from the man of God.

Brought out the clippers and got a clean shave; there is no reason keeping any of this bad hair.

 

Who they are

Made it to worship late us usual.  And, so took that empty seat at the last row.

Service was good, the pastor brought up two congregants whom faith has brought together.

His faith has held for sixteen years. Worn and Tested.

Hers has grown in a much more unruffled soil; the company of friends.

In time her faith was tested as well.

When he is the one doing the testing; everything turns out well.

Her friends were not just friends in what they believe.  But, also in whom they are.

Brother Ray

Saw Brother Ray.

Had asked for his prayers a week earlier.

Walking the hallways and sometimes there is not better place, but out there in the open.

Someone else might be encouraged by the humility of brothers saying lay your hands on me.

And, pray me in to the place of peace that you are standing in.

Thankfully things are now more settled.

One never knows what lays ahead and so when prompted by the Spirit, be sure to ask for that prayer and fellowship.

 

Brother Gary

Saw Brother Gary after Church.

Asked him to please keep us abreast of plans for laying Dad down.

And, of prayers for him; and how I will not say more than that.

He agreed that there is not much to say has we have been through it.

He said of the plans that it was actually happening this afternoon.  But, it is out of town.

In Jamaica Queens, New York.

I am just so thankful that he could have muttered Yes and held the plans to himself, but he chose not to.

And, that rendered us the opportunity to enjoin with him in Spirit.

 

Aunt Stacy & Uncle Alan

Aunt Stacy called on Friday Night.

And, so made time to go see Aunt T. on Saturday afternoon.  And, also on Sunday.

And, yes the grass needed to be trimmed in love.

And, so returned home and came back with the mower.

After Church on Sunday, came back and took care of the backyard, as well.

Just like my Hair mowed the grass down rudely and harshly.

As I returned to the front to get some more gas, saw Uncle Alan, Aunt Stacy’s husband, helping trim the edges.

He was picking up behind me.

All the stuff I rushed through while cutting the front yard, he was lovingly and affectionately placing a well.

 

Mama

Took Mama out for Sunday dinner.

Dinner was at Forbes Mills in Los Gatos.

Here is a link.

Made sure that we walked the outdoors and got Mama’s hair wet.

Worked up an appetite and took in the refreshment of the wild, tempered outdoors.

 

R.C.

Talking about Los Gatos.

RC from Cornell interviewed there a few years ago.

She gunned for the City Planner’s position.

And, it came down to her and another person.

Wouldn’t that be something if RC is the one running that city; responsible for keeping old money respectable and treasured.

What we are entrusted with ….

Intro

The last few months has been interesting.

 

Journey

Change Agent

There was a change I wanted to implement in our Development process, but I was not quite sure we had identified the right person in our Development group to make sure that the change will be well received and successfully carried to completion.

As chance will have it, some one sent me a script to deploy; as I reviewed the script, I suggested some changes.  The person actually received the suggestions and implemented them.

I suggested a couple of peripheral changes and he incorporated those as well.

Furthermore, he shared that he always wondered about same peculiarity in the system and he is happy that he now knows how to better accommodate it.

A week or two later he was let go as part of a cost cutting measure.

 

Guardian Angel

A story was told about a Guarding Angel.

A daughter was born and her mother soon became a single parent.

A man came forth promising employment within strict guidelines.

Both sides kept their ends.

Another lady came and gave money placed in a tidy envelopment.  Unrequested and Unexpected.  Asked why, she replied that the Lord asked her to do it.

That friendship lasted over twenty years.  And, only came to temporary suspension upon the Angel’s return to Heaven.

 

Nobility

It just so happens that there are organizational changes that we need to align with.

As these pieces are being moved and new homes tested out, natural and technical pairings are considered and given the opportunity to develop and nourish.

Better outcomes are more likely through nobility, upbringing, fellowship, self initiation, and ongoing commitment to growth.

 

Summary

Each of us is either headed into change or fastening our self in some change.

Both sides are more alike than we might first understand.

I pray encouragement, temperament, understanding, and providence in managing what we are entrusted with.

Life in Ministry – The CareTakers – 2017/Dec

 

As I attested in an earlier post it is mostly grandmothers and mothers raising the children of those locked in.

And, so our interaction is mostly with women.

 

A Big Brother & Twin Sisters

About 3 years ago, Wifey and I drove about an hour to go drop off this particular gift.  The lady and I had made arrangements over the phone a couple of days earlier and I felt I needed a feminine persuasion to lighten the mood and draw us closer.

We arrived and were let in.  Met the twin granddaughters and the grandson.  Wifey was able to lubricate the conversation the way women are able to and it was really the best exchange that year.

As I looked at the drop offs this year, I found one that appears likely destined to the same family.

Arranged for a drop off.  Upon arriving was told that gifts were only for the twins as their older brother had aged out at nineteen.

Was sure to leave a gift cert for him.

 

Connection Made through Facebook

There is so much cost to having someone on the inside; the family loses that income. Additionally, they have to set aside tiny amounts and place them in the provision Accounts of those inside.

With sky high rental costs, often our targeted demographics have to move quite a bit.

Addresses and Phone number change midstream.

As I looked at the beautiful gifts purchased by our congregation, I knew I could not leave a particular set of gifts undelivered.

Yes, sometimes we hold gifts for years thereafter.

But, not this one.

They were packaged and paired for two sisters.

I tried reaching their mother through the phone number that we were provided, but “NO GO”.

I thus took to Facebook and tried to find the name.  The last name is common.  But, not the first.

Was able to locate her.

Sent her a Facebook text.  Did not hear back from her till the following Monday.

The next Sunday was a bright and sunny day;  just the right day with a thin winter air that is easy to walk and dress lightly in.

Dropped off the gifts and caught a glimpse of the beautiful toddler girls.

 

 

The lady that Adopted Two Children

Last year I met Ms. R.  The gift was for her grandson.

On the day I attempted to make the delivery she was out of town.

And, so she asked us to just put it in the mail.

Trusted her grandson with gift certs.

This year, our Church, again drew her.

I called her and we quickly deepened conversation into familiar spirits.

I asked if it was OK to pray and she obliged.

She continued that she has a Government Job that pays handsomely and that she does not need help buying gifts for her grandson.

But, he likes to receive something from his Dad.

She insisted that she has to recompenses us.  And, she will do so by adopting two of our kids.

As her son’s Angel was picked by a fellow Government worker as Ms. R, I explained that she is picking a worthy Angel that did not just need a present,  but prayers as well.

A couple of weeks ago, Ms.  R and I resumed our conversation.  I asked if she is is still interested in adopting the Angels and she replied Yes.

In between I lost my phone, but she persisted in calling me.

The first call I received upon getting a replacement phone was hers.

She had moved and we arranged to meet at a close by train station.

Dropped off the gifts and instead of given us two gift certs back, she gave us three.

What an exchange, gave one received three.

 

The Anatomical Shape of a Heart by Jenn Bennett

There was a family with two girls, One girl wanted the book “The Anatomical Shape of a Heart by Jenn Bennett” and the other “Bow & Arrow“.

We had a church member deliver the gifts with a replacement for the book.

A few minutes later Ms.  Denise came by with the Book.  She was not happy that we had exchanged out her gift.  She had placed so much into it and she even added a “Heart Pendant“.

The next weekend called the lady and made arrangement to drop off the book.  She hesitated fervently that the gifts were already delivered.  I said Yes, but the delivery was missing the one item the daughter explicitly requested.

As I delivered the gift she confessed that her granddaughter was not so happy that we did not oblige her initial gift request.

The grandmother tried to explain things away by saying that her Dad only has an opportunity to give us a gender and an age and we just were not able to get her what she wanted.

The young girl insisted that we asked her for what she wanted and she was affirmative with her request.  Grandmother promised to take her to the bookstore after Christmas.

I was happy that Ms. Denise followed through.

Wrong Address

There was gifts destined for the Central Valley.   One of the gifts needed to be splitted off between grandparents and a mother.

The mother called and said the gifts for the grandparents never arrived.  I replied that we were done for the year and we were unable to make up the difference.

She pleaded with me, but I was unrelenting.

About a week later I finally made it to the mailbox.  And,  God behold, the parcel was in there waiting for me.

I called her back and apologized for my unbelief.  She shared with me that they know the intended street very well and that she and grandmother drove back and forth a few times and know that the address I had did not exist and that she knew that I will receive the package back eventually.

Holiday Gift Cards

Angel Tree

Each year at the Fellowship in which I worship we buy gifts for children of “Shut in Parents”.

This particular social fabric is called Angel Tree.

 

Congregants

For Year 2017, we have a lot more Angels requesting gift certificates.

After looking for actual gifts on the tree, many congregants smugly walked away empty handed.

I was able to make facial contact with some of them as they haplessly complained of not having actual gifts to choose from.

 

Yours Truly

I have yet to bring myself to confide to our congregants.

But, yours truly is the source of their consternation.

I was too quick to bail out many grandparents as they were lost as to which gifts their grandchildren will prefer over the other.

I asked one of my fellow co-coordinators, GP, as to how he was able to place so many actual gift requests on the tree.

He said he pushed the guardian to come up with an actual gift and did not allow them the escapism of a gift card.

 

Why Actual Gifts

The congregants offered resounding reasons for the ire.

As in most faith communities, our congregants are mostly women; and even more so when it comes to actual involvement in outreach programs.

While men are quick to take the easy, straightforward road to satisfaction, women often take the long, winded more intimate scenic back roads.

Women want to know the Children names, their gender, ages, and actual desires.

They match their pick of children to their children’s gender and age.

They involve their children in thinking & choosing the gifts, packaging and delivering it.

 

Each Sunday

Each of these last two Sundays I have weighed my euphoria from quickly jotting down Gift Certificates for the entire family line against the emptiness felt by each congregant as they leafed through each gift request.

I feigned for collaborative thoughts.

 

Last Sunday

Last Sunday, Ms. Ruby, the Church’s founding Pastor’s wife, came up to me and said that she has done this for 20 years and that I am not going to deny her this year.

She said to make sure “to get it right, as it is not the same if she misses out on what she is supposed to participate in“.

 

More Angels

Aside from my blunder, all our allotted Angels have been picked.

And, finally this evening I took the time to email Vivian and asked if she has more Angels.

She said Yes.

A batch in our state and a bigger batch the State North of us.

She explained that because of the distance, it will likely have to be Gift Certificates or Amazon Prime.

 

God’s Moment

I asked her to please call me, and she obliged.

She explained to me that these days, gifts cards are OK especially for teenagers.

That is, as long, as some requirements are met.

As she explained everything I knew it was a God Moment.

having my feet washed out and having twinkles placed in.

 

Vivian

Here is a lady I am speaking to for the very first time in my life.

And, she is sharing with me the precaution we should take to measure the veracity of the relationship between the shut in and the ones we are trying to serve in his absenteeism.

Understanding that our Church’s resource is limited and has to be carefully disbursed, we have to be constrained in our financial obligations; yet unrestrained once we establish the actuality of the relationship.

Furthermore, she highlighted the difference between Churches.  There are some that just want to get into the homes and are more loose in their qualification process.

 

Little Spaces

It is like him to show up in the little spaces of our lives.

A father and a Husband.

Broad shouldered to carry the fainting and keep those inside in.

Yet secure enough to disappear as the wanderer makes his way in.

 

Scripture

  1. Prayer for the disciples
    So that they may be one as We are one.
    During my time here, I protected them by the power of the name you gave me.
    I guarded them so that not one was lost
    ( John 17:11-12 )
  2. Out of my/his hand
    No one can snatch them out of My hand.
    My Father who has given them to Me is greater than all.
    No one can snatch them out of My Father’s hand.…
    ( John 10:28-29 )
  3. The Sheep and the Goats
    …For I was hungry and you gave Me nothing to eat,
    I was thirsty and you gave Me nothing to drink,
    I was a stranger and you did not take Me in,
    I was naked and you did not clothe Me,
    I was sick and in prison and you did not visit Me.
    And they too will reply, ‘Lord, when did we see You hungry or thirsty or a stranger or naked or sick or in prison, and did not minister to You?…
    ( John 25:42-44 )
  4. Unto Me
    Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.
    Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye did it not to one of the least of these, ye did it not to me.
    ( John 25:45 )

 

Primary Responsibility

Though, I swore to keep my public discord separate from my private affairs.

I have to dedicate this to Sade, my sweetest Taboo.

What a shame that I have to steal from Def; but “Truly, without her, nothing works“.

Each of us has things we want to do, but when our primary responsibility is unprovided for, we are monrose and unhinged.

And, so this is for and to her, and all she does to make sure we are together in Spirit and in Truth.

When things are not right, we quickly come together to structure it before him, he who is able

 

Words

Many of the children are been shepherded by their Aging grandmother.

It is embarrassingly agonizing that God continue to have no one else, but grandparents to care for these young ones.

  1. Angelina Grimké  (1805-1879)
    • I know you do not make the laws, but I also know that you are the wives and mothers, the sisters and daughters, of those who do
  2. Mary McLeod Bethune
    • For I am my mother’s daughter, and the drums of Africa still beat in my heart. They will not let me rest while there is a single Negro boy or girl without a chance to prove his worth
  3. Cindy Sheehan
    • “I am going to take whatever I have left and go home,” she wrote. “I am going to go home and be a mother to my surviving children and try to regain some of what I have lost.
  4. Bob Dylan
    • My daddy [once said], ‘Son, it is possible to become so defiled in this world that your mother and father will abandon you. And, if that happens, God will always believe in your ability to mend your ways
  5. Barack Obama
    • He was raised literally and metaphorically offshore, in Indonesia by his white mother and in Hawaii by his white grandparents. He is very much an American but tends to view the incongruities of politics with the distancing eye of an outsider
  6. Danish Proverb
    • A rich child often sits in a poor mother’s lap
  7. Jim McGreevey
    • One of the most contentious issues in the divorce is what the child should be exposed to. Her mother made McGreevey and his partner take down a nude photograph in their home, contends that Jacqueline should not be allowed to sleep in her father’s bed, and says that the girl should not be allowed to receive communion in the Episcopal Church because she is being raised a Roman Catholic. At the hearing, the judge said the girl would not be permitted to sleep in the same bed with anyone except her mother or father.
  8. Denzel Washington
    • My mother never gave up on me. I messed up in school so much they were sending me home, but my mother sent me right back
  9. Hagar & Ishmael
    • And God was with the boy, and he grew up. He lived in the wilderness and became an expert with the bow. He lived in the wilderness of Paran, and his mother took a wife for him from the land of Egypt. ( Genesis 21:20-21 )
  10. Saint Augustine – Ancient Roman Christian Theologian and Bishop of Hippo from 396 to 430)
    • He cannot have God for his Father who will not have the Church for his mother.
  11. George Michael
    • I was pretty depressed about my mother’s death. I was as down as I’ve ever been. It was even worse than when my lover died. I found it hard to cope.
  12. Mother Teresa of Calcutta
    • Unless life is lived for others, it is not worthwhile
  13. Robin Morgan
    • We are each precious, unique, necessary. We are strengthened and blessed and relieved at not having to be all the same. We are the daughters of longing. We are the mothers in labor
  14. King David
    • And David went from there to Mizpeh of Moab. And he said to the king of Moab, “Please let my father and my mother stay with you, till I know what God will do for me.” And he left them with the king of Moab, and they stayed with him all the time that David was in the stronghold. (1st Samuel 22:3-4 )
  15. Abraham Lincoln
    • “And in the end, it’s not the years in your life that count. It’s the life in your years.” I will prepare and someday my chance will come. All that I am, or hope to be, I owe to my angel mother. Whatever you are, be a good one. I regard no man as poor who has a godly mother. I walk slowly, but I never walk backward
  16. Haniel Long
    • For support, I fall back on my heart. Has a man any fault a woman cannot weave with and try to change into something better, if the god her man prays to is a mother holding a baby?

Listening

Listening to the song I first heard today when I went by CVS for snacks ….

Train – Marry Me
Link

Something about …

Forget the world now we won’t let them see
But there’s one thing left to do

If I ever get the nerve to say
Hello in this cafe

You wear white and I’ll wear out the words I love you

Now that the wait is over
And love and has finally shown her my way

 

Spiritually Receivedth

 

Thanks for our time yesterday
A nice planned dinner at your favorite, Benihana

The table was set so well…

From the couple right besides with their young daughter
To the young couple that just moved here from Sweden after spending a couple of years in Denmark

 

And, the men sited on another table, that we chatted with as we waited on a packed dineout Saturday evening
I couldn’t help it, as they were decently dressed in matching European Apparel
Later find out they are were Irish Men

 

I know it is a good dinner when the complaints is not about the food itself
But, my old dented car that was waiting for us outside as we emptied the restaurant
You affectionately reminded me
how more than anything you will like for me to get a new one

 

I am so very sorry that Instagram and text messages had to ruin our evening for us

Took the charge for a 2 Star sleep in, it is the Valley.

 

 

As a boy couldn’t wait to get to the physical
But, passed on the holding and caressing thereafter
Ended up as far as I could on the other side of the bed

 

I know I should have been the first to say sorry on waking up this morning
Gave me an opportunity to say so when you reminded me that I had all night to hold you, as I returned for a return affair this morning

 

But, pride forever gets in the way
Shallow only see things from one side

 

If I was a masseuse, I would try to untie you in all the knotted knobs
But, never been good at taking time
And, so I raced to God to bail me out

 

As I prayed to see what I am dealing with
And, what walls and hallways I was permitted to
God reminded me it wasn’t really you
But, I that needed accepting

 

There are things we know
There are things we are given
But, unable to accept in the present Life we live

 

Those things that only prayer into his being
Into his presence can be availed to us

 

Thanks for allowing me to receive those things that are sometimes physically there,
yet can only be spiritually received

In some ways the one left holding the bag, is the one who hoped or gave the most.

Coincidentally it is same that has to hid for the shame of having giving up so much.

 

Gone so far, I am Monica
Came back in the morning hoping you did not notice

When things didn’t go my way
Raced to God with a list of all things that is wrong
Thanks goodness, he has a short list
Actually a one liner
Had my name on it

Read you came to him
And, you and he and have already worked it out
And, you already fessed to me, as well

So what does Johnny come lately get
Not a lot

I just sometimes wonder about these guys who get to have a long conversation with him
All I ever get is quick rebuke
And, told to go my way

 

Cornerstone Verses

Romans 4:6-8
just as David proclaims the blessedness of the man to whom God credits righteousness apart from works:

“Blessed are those whose iniquities are forgiven, whose sins are covered;
Blessed is the man whose sin the Lord will never count against him.”…

Psalm 32:1-2
Blessed is He who is Forgiven

How blessed is he whose transgression is forgiven, Whose sin is covered!
How blessed is the man to whom the LORD does not impute iniquity, And in whose spirit there is no deceit!…

Psalm 130:3-4
If You, LORD, should mark iniquities, O Lord, who could stand?

But there is forgiveness with You, That You may be feared.…

… For with the LORD there is lovingkindness ( Psalm 130:7 )

 

Habakkuk 2:4
Behold, his soul which is lifted up is not upright in him: but the just shall live by his faith.

 

Sermons

  1. #4 Romans by Chuck Missler
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