#let him who hasn't sinned cast the first stone and all that

[dudeshusband]

i think self righteous people are too quick to say a decent guy is burning in hell for all eternity

[meme-streets]

dollars event day 4. prompt: spirits ---

He was frightened when he died. The thought comes to him one night with unexpected conviction.  Teetering just on the edge of sleep, snatched back near-violently by forces unknown.

Blondie hasn’t been sleeping well since he left Sad Hill.  Partly he blames the solitude.  From a purely practical standpoint it was safer sleeping in pairs with a man he could, for whatever short period, rely on having reason not to cut his throat in the dead of night.  Now it’s only him watching his own back, and for all the long years he’s spent doing it, for the comparative drop in the bucket when he wasn’t, he’s somehow out of practice.  The silence, too.  Tuco snored.  He got used to the way that covered the other sounds of the night. If he’s honest (a rare thing): perhaps a little sentimental attachment. Still, that’s not all of it.

Daily now he scans the horizon, squints off into the white-blue distance till the strain of it nearly makes his eyes water, sees neither smoke nor track nor distant rider.  But Blondie cannot shake the feeling, deeper than gut level, that he is being followed. Nights it’s worse.  He keeps his fires low to avoid being seen, lies awake cold and uneasy trying to hear something he’s sure is lurking out in that drone of scouring wind.  He awakes frequently and sometimes with a heavy feeling on his chest, like a hand, and always finds nothing.  Gets up over and over to check on the horse.  A gorgeous animal, he admits that readily.  Coal black so he can’t hardly see her on the new moon.  The same one he’d rode out of the cemetery on.  He’s sort of attached now.  The saddle though, and the gear: that he had sold and bought his own.  He has the money.

He’s not superstitious, but.

He was frightened when he died. Blondie doesn’t know why he’s so sure of it suddenly, but he can’t let it go.  He remembers, now, without that initial satisfaction.  A week’s worth of stubble.  Bloodshot eyes.  Dust on his too-slick duds.  Nothing but a man, and with nobody to protect him anymore.  Just a man and his two hands and his gun. Blondie was the one with a quickdraw holster.  Blondie was the one who knew about Tuco’s empty gun.  Blondie had emptied it.

It had felt so goddamned good at the time, though.  And like not enough.  Those long days riding, before he knew for sure that Tuco was still alive, he had contented himself picturing how the bullet would pass through, would rend the flesh.  How the blood would turn black fabric glossy.  How those beady eyes would widen, how those long legs would buckle.  He was not a man to waste bullets but he had thought about rope and desert sand, had dreamt up a dozen bloody ways to dispose of a man trying to find something violent enough for the lowdown bastard who'd been fool enough to leave his partner's blood staining the floor.  In hindsight he wondered if that was the way Tuco had felt. He had never wanted to hurt somebody like that.  Cold, calculated.  Not even all those miles into the desert, angry as he had been.  That was different.  Was something animal, something frightened, something clawing to stay alive.  No, it hadn’t been like that at all, in the cabin or after it.  That was purely human.

Pay evil unto evil.  He heard that once. Let he who is without sin cast the first stone.  He heard that once too.

He becomes aware one night that the ever-present feeling of solitude is absent, and he looks then across a dying fire at a darker shape against the darkness like a new moon in a star-strewn sky.  All edges and corners and angles. Blondie doesn’t go for his gun.  Maybe he ought, but he doesn’t.  Doesn’t move, at all really, unsure if he can’t or doesn’t want to, feeling hazy and drunk despite the fact he hasn't had a drop.  He just lies back with his head in his saddle while they look at each other and don't speak.  He wouldn’t know what to say if he wanted.  They look at each other for a long time before eventually he must fall asleep. In the morning there is no disturbance in the sand.

Somehow he ends up back in the cemetery.  He doesn’t think he had meant to.

The grave is filled in.  The shovel’s still wedged in the dirt beside it. Tuco was always superstitious.

Blondie stares down at the grave for a long time, the sun beating down on them both.

“I’m not sorry, you know.”

[lutawolf]

Hi Luta,

I hope that you are doing fine. This is regarding Build's situation. Answer only if you are comfortable.

I find it ironic that most of the people who talked about justice and victims so loudly are now extremely quiet. Like now that Build filed a criminal lawsuit and it seems that Poi hasn't even filed a lawsuit against him...all those who wanted justice are ignoring it.

People who called this issue extremely important are now ignoring it. I find it extremely hypocritical that these people who so vehemently wanted justice now don't even care about it. It all seems so fake now.

This is nothing but performative activism .

Thanks for reading Luta .

Hey nonnie,

I think there are several things to consider here. Those of us that have never sinned against another, should cast the first stone. I am not perfect. I never claim to be. I can say that I strive to be a good person and to not go out of my way to hurt others. I think that's all we can ask of people. Didn't Build forgive the 17-year-old that spread assault allegations against him? Why? Because he knew that he wasn't perfect and had made mistakes, and here was his opportunity to forgive his younger self. Which leads me to the next thing to consider.

The age and maturity level of a lot of these fans. So let's talk developmental thinking skills. Please keep in mind, the chart below varies due to environmental factors by about three years. Meaning, due to those factor, a person could mature faster or slower depending.

So around 20 is when people start understanding that life isn't black or white. We start developing the ability to understand that there are layers and when we should truly be developing critical thinking skills. A majority of the fans are under the age of 24.

Even if they were at an age where they should have paused and thought things over. Where were they emotionally? Do you know that only 6% of those who commit sexual assault will see jail time. Even then, only 3% will see more than a year. Can you imagine being a victim with no justice? How angry that makes you? As I explain in my TharnType reviews, that kind of hate can blind you. Right or wrong, is this crime so bad that we can't offer compassion?

Now, don't get me wrong. I am not particularly happy with how the haters behaved. While not at the same level as Build, I was attacked as well. The funny thing being that I wasn't even a Build fan until all this shit went down. I'm pretty damn impressed with how he has handled himself. Anyway, I think it's pretty clear that these people were full of anger and hate. And now they don't know where to go from there. I've been there. I get it. I just hope that we all learned something from this because there were lessons to be learned.

Don't come at me, peeps, I have a right to my opinion. Don't like it, there is a block button. I'm tired of people thinking that they can tell me what I can and can't say on my page. Like I should censor myself. I'm not living that way.💜💜💜

[iomadachd]

She looks a bit contrite when she notices him flinch from her laugh. That was far from her intention, although she supposes laughter is disruptive regardless of the chapel it occurs in. Still, it's soothed by the fact he laughs as well, even if it's not one born entirely of amusement.

The blush that follows is kind of adorable, though, even if the words have a hint of something more than simple thanks. She can't quite put her finger on what, though.

"Well, God does preach forgiveness, love, and tolerance, right? Even if it sometimes doesn't quite make it to the pulpit."

She can think of the very public sins that have come to light about the clergy, but he doesn't seem the type, but he must have some given the way he holds himself.

"Couldn't we all? Let he who is without sin cast the first stone and such. I certainly won't be throwing any. I don't know anyone who could."

The question is there, on the tip of her tongue. She wants desperately to ask what sins a priest has, but she hasn't lost all sense of decorum yet. She won't be asking strangers or priests about their sins in public settings.

honest, perhaps to a fault. the father is void of self esteem though it's clear in his responses. nervousness plaguing his ability to keep his cards close to his chest. all nervous ticks, & giggles. winding his body tighter, until things are gripped from the bottom of his throat... only to be forced to the surface.

his church is often a place for people coming in on a whim. the homeless looking for a place to sleep or certain people needing shelter from certain situations. a call duke has never found it within himself to refuse, as a servant of the lord. bring me your tired, your hungry, your poor.. your huddled masses yearning to breathe free. not a bible verse, but certainly words he's lived by. love thy neighbor. steadfast in his beliefs, when it comes to being a vessel of good. though ironic and hypocritical as it may be, for the lost soul.

her description of him is apt at its worst. certainly is all of these things.. tired, & perhaps lost in an attic. but warm & comforting indeed, once you shake out the wrinkles.

her laugh causes him to flinch. aged hands rubbing together paused, as his face shifts in amusement. her laugh making a nervous one of his own rush forth past his lips, in response. "you are being very generous, Fräulein" he speaks, jovially, yet warningly. "but.. thank you, all the same." he looks down with a blush, & a shrug.

though his eyes snap back up at her comment. his face frozen in its idle smile, & reddened cheeks. slowly, his neck straightens.. oh, Fräulein. you have no idea. he thinks to himself, lips pursing in an incline.

"nein. at least... i don't think so." [...] "but..." he tilts his head dramatically in thought with his smile blooming, again. "i'm sure i could think of something." he laughs again, wiping hands on his jeans while looking at the floor.

[idontunderstandchemistry]

Indecent Proposal (An academic rivals to lovers fanfic) - Tim Drake x Latina!Fem!Reader.

Sinopsis: Being a scholarship student at Gotham's most expensive school is not easy, especially when your academic rival, your nemesis, who coincidentally is the owner's son, decides to make you a rather usual proposition.

Tropes: Academic rivals-to-lovers, contract/bet, he loved her all this time, everyone else sees it except them, opposites attract, etc.

A/N: Hi guys! I hope you had enjoyed the holidays! So, just to warn you guys, the uptades may become more sparse due to the return to school, but I will continue doing my best to update at least once a week :/ Also, I just wanted to say that I'm very gratefull for every interaction from you guys ❤️ They keep me motivated to keep writing and I simply love to know what you guys think about Indecent Proposal. It makes me feel like we're all on the same boat, I don't know how to explain it lol. Anyways, tysm for evething! (Also, this chapter's song is just because it has been playing in my head non stop because of TikTok. I WANNA BE SAAAAVED)

For those of you that want to read some chapters ahead, feel free to acess my AO3 account here.

Warnings: Alysanne lightly fantasysing with Daddy!Batman (but to be fair, let he who has never sinned cast the first stone,I know I'm not going to be the one.)

Wordcount: 1715.

Chapter thirteen

Chapter Fourteen: Pictures Don't Lie

When you arrived at the studio, Aly was already in their costume, making the last adjustments. You couldn’t help but smile. They looked fucking stunning.

— There she is! — Aly exclaimed as you sat on one of the armchairs, waiting — The it girl of the moment.

— It's good to see you too, Alysanne — You said, taking your shoes off. Fabio’s n°1 rule: never wear shoes while trying on your custom-made clothes — Where’s Fabio?

— I have no idea, I think he said something about grabbing some pins — Aly said, looking at themselves in the mirror — I personally think he meant I’m skinny. Your costume is in the change room, he asked for you to try it on so that he would be back in a minute.

You got inside the change room and saw the beautiful white dress. You could easily be mistaken by a minimalist bride in this dress. The silk was so soft and shiny… the draped bust would make your breasts look even more amazing. You wondered what Tim would think when he saw you in this dress. You giggled like a child, wondering how much this dress cost. Aly loved to pamper you.

— You’ve already hidden your lover’s face from me, don’t hide the dress too! — Aly exclaimed from the outside. You finished putting the dress on and after a good five minutes trying to strap the wings to yourself alone, you got out of the changing room and asked Aly to help you. They helped you and you got to the mirror step to see it better — If i were a woman, I would envy you so much.

You laughed at Aly’s comment.

— I’m serious! — They exclaimed — You’re the only person I know that can make a romantic costume look hot without shortening your skirt or lowering the neckline. 

— Thank you, Aly — You said — You’re also rocking. You look simply amazing. The jewellery pieces will compliment the look so much you definitely are going to get Paris Hilton’s blessing.

— Oh, I’m sure I will — They said, smiling — It would be very dumb of her not to choose me as her successor. I mean, I’m thin, I’m blonde and my tan comes straight from Aruba. 

— Good that you know — You said.

After you guys took some photos for Aly’s instagram, they started to question you.

— Why don’t we call your Dilf Playboy so that he can see how you look good? — They asked, seated on the armchair beside you. You laughed.

— He is our age, Aly — You tried to guide the conversation — And I can’t show him.

— Why not? Is there anything of yours he hasn't seen yet? No slutshaming obviously.

You laughed loudly.

— Yes, Aly. There are parts of me he hasn’t seen yet — You said — And he is a cheesy motherfucker. Would try to match costumes with me, and then everybody would know about our… thing.

— You can just call it a relationship, you know?

— We are not dating. It’s purely physical.

— Maybe for you and that cold heart of yours — Aly pointed, fidgeting with the hem of their gown. 

— I’m not cold hearted — You answered, a bit offended — I just… have more important things. And I don’t want to be in a relationship with him. Things are good the way they are. 

— You're really not telling me who your mysterious twink is?

— No, I’m not — You said — At least for now. Maybe after this thing between us end, we can talk shit about him. 

— “I’m not cold hearted”, she says — Aly said and rolled their eyes. 

You spent some time in silence, watching tv. And then the reality show got interrupted by the news with an interview with Batman.

— Turn the volume up! — Aly exclaimed, worried, since the images were near their father’s work. You did as they asked.

“... The source of the explosion is already being investigated by Red Robin and I, there are no fatal victims and everything will be alright”. Your mind vented. Red Robin. There has been a while since you heard about him. Good to know he is alive. Aly, with a very confused look, turned their head towards you with a devious grin.

— What? — You asked.

— I know why you don’t want to tell me who you’re secretly shagging — They said, leaning towards you. You arche done eyebrow, confused — You’re fucking Batman! — Aly exclaimed as they heard the dark knight voice on the TV. Oh fuck, it was scary how Tim could mimic it almost perfectly — Does he fuck you with the mask on? How big is it?

— What?! No! — You exclaimed, laughing — That man is clearly in his forties, Aly, he could be my father. I’ve told you, he is our age.

— Look, of all the people in this world, you’re the one I’ve least expected to try to gaslight me…

— I’m not, Aly, I swear on my mother’s name.

— I heard his voice, little Y/N. It's Batman!

— No, he’s not! He just is really good at imitating voices — You tried to explain, but Aly wasn’t easily convinced.

— Oh, so he didn’t tell you then — Aly said — I really am a great detective!

— Aly, he is a highschooler — You said, holding their hands  — If he was Batman, he would fail every fucking class, and as hard it is for me to admit, he is kinda smart. 

— I demand proof. 

— What do you want? To see his fucking driver’s licence? Birth certificate? His report card?

— A picture of him will do.

You sighed. There must be a way out of this. You went through your secret gallery, where you kept the pictures you’ve taken together while you engaged in physical activities (you honestly thought it was a bit risky, but you had nothing to lose if these pictures were stolen. Well, maybe your dignity, but at this point you were pretty convinced you’ve already lost it), but they all showed his face or his stomach scar, and Aly had a fucking great memory. They would know it was Tim the second they saw his scar.

— Give me a sec.

You went to the balcony and called for Tim.

— Missing me already? — He asked, his voice echoed. Where the fuck was he that had echo?

— Are you in a cave? — You couldn’t help but ask — Your voice is echoing.

— Oh, I'm in the manor’s gym — He answered.— How can I help you, darling?

— I need a picture of yours — You said, biting your lip nervously — A picture that shows you’re not an old man and that at the same time doesn't show any of your recognizable features. 

— That’s a very specific request. May I know why?

— Aly thinks you’re a sugar daddy — You admitted, after a sigh — They’re convinced you’re an old man and I want to prove them wrong. If I don’t, they’ll mock me for eternity.

— You really do hate the idea of having a sugar daddy, don’t you? No one has pampered you enough?I can change that… — He said and you could imagine the grin on his pretty face. Smart ass.

— That’s not the point, Playboy.

— I’ve got you, darling. Remember that picture of us in your bathroom mirror, the one you’re wrapped your legs around my waist?

— The one I asked you to delete? You’ve kept it. Obviously — You said, laughing. You would be mad at him for keeping that picture, but it saved you right now.

— Sorry, I didn’t plan on keeping it, but you look so fucking pretty there that I couldn’t help it.

— That’s okay. Just send it to me, please.

— Sent already, darling.

— Thank you, Playboy.

— You’re welcome, love. 

— Bye.

— Kiss you later.

You hung up and walked back into the room. Aly was on the mirror step again and Fabio was back with the pins.

You got in Tim’s chat and opened the photo.

He was right, it was a good photo, but you didn’t want him to have it because of the way you looked at him in it. Too intimate. He was standing with his back turned to your mirror, his wet hair kinda messy and some water droplets sliding on his bruised back. You were being held by him, your legs wrapped around his waist and his hands cupping your ass (gently squeezing, actually, but no one could tell it by the picture), one of your hands grabbing his shoulders, your red nail polish in contrast with his fair skin. You were the one holding the phone and, with your hair wet and slight back, you looked at his smile with flustered cheeks and a sweet smile. Too fucking intimate. 

At least, neither his face nor his scars known to the public were showing.

— If you ever say he is old again, Alysanne Taylor Lewis, I’m going to beat your ass — You started getting closer to them. Aly got the phone from your hand and you were not worried that they could get out of the photo and try to discover his identity. You trusted Aly.

— Damn, y/n, you are aggressive in bed — They said, zooming in on Tim's bruises — Nobody would bet on that by looking at your face… always the quiet ones…

— I didn’t do it — You laughed — He got in a fight with his brothers. 

— Romeo? — Fabio asked, looking at the photo too. Aly nodded — His back seems incredibly familiar. Weird. I know these measures from someone…

— Maybe you’ve tailored something for him — Aly said, giving your phone back to you — She calls him “Playboy”, so he is certainly on your client’s list.

Fabio looked at you.

— I have no idea, maybe he is — You said, looking at the picture again. Even though Tim was filthy rich, you couldn’t picture him wearing hand made suits. The boy literally showed up at your house wearing jeans and a Flash merch sweater.

— That look on your face — Aly said — Are you sure you’re not in love with him?

— Shut up, Alysanne. 

— Maybe Red Robin finally found his match in the competition for your heart. Who would say, a hero and a twink… I guess you don’t really have a type.

You didn’t answer, as you kept looking at your face on the picture before deleting it. 

You were not going to let him crawl his way into your heart. 

[dalyunministry]

Word Ministration

Topic: The great tribulation

By. Calvin Nii Bannerman

💥

When Jesus said GREAT TRIBULATION that hasn't happened think about the covid 19, Jesus said unless those days be shortened, no flesh will be saved (Mathew 24:22)

TOPIC :THE GREAT TRIBULATION

Date 10th, July 2020

Let us pray, Heavenly Father, You are Almighty, All powerful, All Knowing, Omnipotent, Omnipresence, we give you the adoration and honor. You're worthy to receive Glory, Honor and Power , You created all things and for Your pleasure they're were created, Your word says where 2 or 3 are gathered in the name of Jesus You are with us, let my words and preaching not be enticing words of man's wisdom but by the Spirit, Holy Spirit bring us to all knowledge in Jesus name. Amen

Matthew 24:15 When ye therefore shall see the abomination of desolation, spoken of by Daniel the prophet, stand in the holy place, (whoso readeth, let him understand:)

Last century we had 2 world wars , in 1918 we had a plague that killed over 15 million people and now we have covid 19 that has killed over 2 million people and counting, so you have to look at the scoop of history , the bombing of Dresden, the holocaust, etc, there have been horrific things but Jesus said No that's nothing compared to the GREAT TRIBULATION.

Now what does GREAT TRIBULATION means?

It basically means real hardship, affliction . There are 4 different TRIBULATION in Mathew 24

1.TRIBULATION for Israel

2. TRIBULATION of the Church

3. Global or final TRIBULATION

4 Individual TRIBULATION

When Jesus said there won't be one stone Matthew 24:2, 15 And Jesus said unto them, See ye not all these things? verily I say unto you, There shall not be left here one stone upon another, that shall not be thrown down. Jesus was talking about Israel,this will be the first TRIBULATION.

Matthew 23:35 That upon you may come all the righteous blood shed upon the earth, from the blood of righteous Abel unto the blood of Zacharias son of Barachias, whom ye slew between the temple and the altar. Jesus was talking about this generation, how do we know generation was 40yrs? The generation that came out of Egypt had faith, He said that generation will die in the wilderness and they wondered 40yrs.

David reigned for a generation, he reigned for 40yrs , Solomon reigned 40yrs, king Saul reigned 40yrs , Moses' life is divided in 3 generations, 40yrs in Egypt 40yrs in the wilderness and 40yrs leading people into the boarders of the Promised Land , 40 was a biblical number for establishing a generation .

Jesus made this prophecy in 30AD what will be 40yrs later something interesting happened in 70AD, the Romans destroyed the temple, in the first TRIBULATION when the Jews rebelled against the Romans, Titus the ruler at that time frustrated the Jews, the city was burned and the temple was destroyed you can read about in (History of the Jews) it was awful.

Luke 21:20-22 And when ye shall see Jerusalem compassed with armies, then know that the desolation thereof is nigh.

Then let them which are in Judaea flee to the mountains; and let them which are in the midst of it depart out; and let not them that are in the countries enter thereinto.

For these be the days of vengeance, that all things which are written may be fulfilled.

Jesus was talking about the TRIBULATION that came on Israel and the Jews during that time , the second TRIBULATION that came to the Church.

Matthew 24:9 Then shall they deliver you up to be afflicted, and shall kill you: and ye shall be hated of all nations for my name's sake, this prophecy was talking to all Nations.

Revelation 11 talks about a specific time of TRIBULATION, where it talks about the two witnesses, the Word of God.

Revelation 11:2 But the court which is without the temple leave out, and measure it not; for it is given unto the Gentiles: and the holy city shall they tread under foot forty and two months.

What is forty and two months? The Jewish month has 30 days, forty two months is 1268 days,now go to the next verse.

Revelation 11:3 And I will give power unto my two witnesses, and they shall prophesy a thousand two hundred and threescore days, clothed in sackcloth. Some theologians say the 2 witnesses are Moses and Elijah.

Revelation 12:13 And when the dragon saw that he was cast unto the earth, he persecuted the woman which brought forth the man child. The woman, the church, the child Jesus.

Revelation 12:15 And the serpent cast out of his mouth water as a flood after the woman, that he might cause her to be carried away of the flood.

There was 2 types of TRIBULATION, the natural Israel and the Spiritual Israel (the church )

Matthew 24:29 Immediately after the tribulation of those days shall the sun be darkened, and the moon shall not give her light, and the stars shall fall from heaven, and the powers of the heavens shall be shaken: Now these are the TRIBULATION that is supposed to come.

Matthew 24:11-13 And many false prophets shall rise, and shall deceive many.

And because iniquity shall abound, the love of many shall wax cold. But he that shall endure unto the end, the same shall be saved.

What is the GREAT TRIBULATION in the last days? It's the 7 last plagues, when you read Revelation 16:1 And I heard a great voice out of the temple saying to the seven angels, Go your ways, and pour out the vials of the wrath of God upon the earth.

Now let's go to Daniel.

Daniel 12:1-2 And at that time shall Michael stand up, the great prince which standeth for the children of thy people: and there shall be a time of trouble, such as never was since there was a nation even to that same time: and at that time thy people shall be delivered, every one that shall be

found written in the book. And many of them that sleep in the dust of the earth shall awake, some to everlasting life, and some to shame and everlasting contempt.

There will be a time before Jesus comes the lost can't be saved, life will go on for everybody , God's mercy endureth forever but when Jesus said it will be like in Noahs days , when Noah and his family and all the animals were in the boat, Noah made a final appeal, an altar call and nobody came and the door was shut,it didn't start raining immediately, 7 days went by and their probation was closed , they went on with their normal business until it started raining.

When a country says they will not allow you to trade on international market, it's called economic sanctions , Republic of Iran is an example, that is the weapon they will use to manipulate the church, now online marketing is another tool they will use to control buying and selling as we move away from a cashless society,when you see the abomination of desolation flee, when the Christian Jews in Israel saw the Pagan Rome surrounding Jerusalem , they runned into the wilderness because that was the signal for the Christians and no one amongst them died.

There will be a time when a law will be made,Revelation 13:17 And that no man might buy or sell, save he that had the mark, or the name of the beast, or the number of his name. This is going to create trouble , later in the chapter it says those who don't worship the beast should be killed,first you can't buy or sell,this is not on an individual bases , the book of Revelation is dealing with a global problem.

In the Last days when you see the abomination of desolation stand in the holy place , there's going to be a New World Order that will tell us how to worship God and if you don't cooperate you can't buy or sell , some will say how is that going to happen? Some will sacrifice their security , if there continue to be problems and plagues, they will bring a universal vaccine that will cure the plague , the people will put pressure on the government to get the vaccine for their healing.

John 16:33 These things I have spoken unto you, that in me ye might have peace. In the world ye shall have tribulation: but be of good cheer; I have overcome the world.

2 Timothy 3:12 Yea, and all that will live godly in Christ Jesus shall suffer persecution.

Matthew 28:18-20 And Jesus came and spake unto them, saying, All power is given unto me in heaven and in earth.

Go ye therefore, and teach all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost:

Teaching them to observe all things whatsoever I have commanded you: and, lo, I am with you alway, even unto the end of the world. Amen.

Let us pray, Father we thank you for your word, Holy Spirit convict us of all our sins and Father forgive us of our sins in Jesus name.

Romans 10:9-10 That if thou shalt confess with thy mouth the Lord Jesus, and shalt believe in thine heart that God hath raised him from the dead, thou shalt be saved.

For with the heart man believeth unto righteousness; and with the mouth confession is made unto salvation.

James 1:17 Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and cometh down from the Father of lights, with whom is no variableness, neither shadow of turning.

The greatest gift is Jesus, turn to Him and have everlasting life

Peace, Shalom