Sublime

God-designed roll in this “story #2” of Christianity and your coming roll

I met Eddie from Belgium in a local cafe. Seated at the next table, he encouraged me to visit the prison for women. Surprised, “Why are you hanging around prisons?” “I went there this morning to see a girl from Denmark. She got romantically involved with a local guy. She is here seven months, has over-stayed her visa. A large fine is the penalty, o

When Sulia stuck to her initial story she was beaten.

That evening her father supplied the Belorussian guards with generous quantities of vodka. Drunk and unable to attend to their duties, these guards did not turn on the searchlights that covered a large area around the ghetto.

39At the end of two months, she returned to her father, who did with her according to the vow he had made.

One day in the concentration camp, he met a young woman, ill and dying in the infirmary. “I am grateful that fate has hit me so hard,” she told him. “In my former life I was spoiled and did not take spiritual accomplishments seriously.”

People are starving. It’s a hard time. We who are living in the lap of luxury with our pitiful little psychological problems have a tremendous responsibility to let our clarity and our heart, our warmth, and our ability ripen, to open up and let go, because it’s so contagious.

We wish to the new child A heart that can be beguiled By a flower that the wind lifts as it passes. If the storms break for him, May the trees shake for him Their blossoms down. In the night that he is troubled, May a friend wake for him, So that his time be doubled, And at the end of all loving and love, May the Man above Give him a crown.