words have the ability to deceive in water! Their false reflection looks real!
“Be not fooled, Cornelius! Walk in faith and truth! Know you that by their works you will know them!” (Wind, Word and Works) “Now walk! Be on your way now, oh servant! God has spared you again this night!
“Again, you said, oh giant” I mumbled. “Thank-you, oh Giant” I said out loud as I packed up my bed. Now very much refreshed, I hustled down the still water path by moonlight. “Say hi to God, Giant! I mean say Hello!” My eyes had been opened. The words I spoke had the power to deceive in water.
“I mean, God bless you, Giant!” I knew, I just knew, that the Giant was pleased with my progress, but he was talking to someone else. Talking to God, I think; not me anymore. In the far, distant night I heard many men and dogs coming down from the main road onto the old still water path. They came crashing through the leaves and trees, coming in fast pursuit of me. If my enemy could only see the great giant that God had placed between them and me! “It sure is great to have my own giant!” I shouted.
After my seventh night of following the still water path, I was walking in the evening and heard sounds of music above. This was a church meeting? I was into the countryside now; this music sounded American. It was a Church of God missionary group. I scrambled up the steep bank as quickly as my legs could climb.
The service was both inside and outside with two sets of double doors standing open to a picnic shelter. The music swelled my heart with joy overflowing. I started rejoicing! I had heard and sang the song before in church many times! Maybe you know it, too. The song goes like this.
Oh, magnify the Lord! For he is worthy to be praised!
Oh, magnify the Lord! For he is worthy to be praised!
Hosanna (clap)! Blessed be the Rock (stomp)!
Blessed be the Rock of my salvation!
Hosanna (clap)! Blessed be the rock (stomp)!
Blessed be the rock of my salvation!
When the singers started singing in rounds starting with “Oh, magnify the Lord”, I collapsed to my knees and prayed. I prayed “Lord, I want so much to be Holiness! Please forgive this foolish sinner and find a place for me in your kingdom. Praise God! Praise God! Praise his name!” I could not stop praising God.
A big guy named Pastor Steve and his grown daughter Jennifer, along with 'The Conner Kids', led the spirit filled service. Praise God! Fried chicken, dirty rice and pinto beans never tasted so good. Praise God! Why do I keep shouting praise God! Praise God! Those Baptists and Methodists are all right, my friend, but they ain't got nothing on these Holy Rollers! The famous Conner Kids were well known back home in Virginia. I had heard them on the radio many times before. The little ones were just babies when they started singing at the original Gospel Cafe in Roanoke, Va. I wondered if the old Cafe was still open. When I talked to Edsil, Judy and Jeraline (the grown-up Conner Family Gospel Trio, they remembered me coming to their Gospel sings years ago. They are the parents and Grandmother of the famous Conner Kids.
I blended in and cleaned up (in more ways than one) with this Church of God missionary group. They helped me call my wonderful ex-wife, Patty. True to her loving nature, she was glad to learn that I wasn't really dead as had been reported. The old hotel in Thailand had burned long, hot and to the ground. It was a complete loss. She wired me money to American Express. There was a big hotel in the next town. She was willing to send money to me even though I had missed my payments to her since the blast. Wake up, Cornelius! Who can you trust? Who loves you? What is truth?
I cashed out when the money cleared and checked into a room using my real name and Express card number, but I never went to my room. The room two doors down was checked to a man I met in the hotel lobby while waiting for the money to clear. His name was Chubby
“Be not fooled, Cornelius! Walk in faith and truth! Know you that by their works you will know them!” (Wind, Word and Works) “Now walk! Be on your way now, oh servant! God has spared you again this night!
“Again, you said, oh giant” I mumbled. “Thank-you, oh Giant” I said out loud as I packed up my bed. Now very much refreshed, I hustled down the still water path by moonlight. “Say hi to God, Giant! I mean say Hello!” My eyes had been opened. The words I spoke had the power to deceive in water.
“I mean, God bless you, Giant!” I knew, I just knew, that the Giant was pleased with my progress, but he was talking to someone else. Talking to God, I think; not me anymore. In the far, distant night I heard many men and dogs coming down from the main road onto the old still water path. They came crashing through the leaves and trees, coming in fast pursuit of me. If my enemy could only see the great giant that God had placed between them and me! “It sure is great to have my own giant!” I shouted.
After my seventh night of following the still water path, I was walking in the evening and heard sounds of music above. This was a church meeting? I was into the countryside now; this music sounded American. It was a Church of God missionary group. I scrambled up the steep bank as quickly as my legs could climb.
The service was both inside and outside with two sets of double doors standing open to a picnic shelter. The music swelled my heart with joy overflowing. I started rejoicing! I had heard and sang the song before in church many times! Maybe you know it, too. The song goes like this.
Oh, magnify the Lord! For he is worthy to be praised!
Oh, magnify the Lord! For he is worthy to be praised!
Hosanna (clap)! Blessed be the Rock (stomp)!
Blessed be the Rock of my salvation!
Hosanna (clap)! Blessed be the rock (stomp)!
Blessed be the rock of my salvation!
When the singers started singing in rounds starting with “Oh, magnify the Lord”, I collapsed to my knees and prayed. I prayed “Lord, I want so much to be Holiness! Please forgive this foolish sinner and find a place for me in your kingdom. Praise God! Praise God! Praise his name!” I could not stop praising God.
A big guy named Pastor Steve and his grown daughter Jennifer, along with 'The Conner Kids', led the spirit filled service. Praise God! Fried chicken, dirty rice and pinto beans never tasted so good. Praise God! Why do I keep shouting praise God! Praise God! Those Baptists and Methodists are all right, my friend, but they ain't got nothing on these Holy Rollers! The famous Conner Kids were well known back home in Virginia. I had heard them on the radio many times before. The little ones were just babies when they started singing at the original Gospel Cafe in Roanoke, Va. I wondered if the old Cafe was still open. When I talked to Edsil, Judy and Jeraline (the grown-up Conner Family Gospel Trio, they remembered me coming to their Gospel sings years ago. They are the parents and Grandmother of the famous Conner Kids.
I blended in and cleaned up (in more ways than one) with this Church of God missionary group. They helped me call my wonderful ex-wife, Patty. True to her loving nature, she was glad to learn that I wasn't really dead as had been reported. The old hotel in Thailand had burned long, hot and to the ground. It was a complete loss. She wired me money to American Express. There was a big hotel in the next town. She was willing to send money to me even though I had missed my payments to her since the blast. Wake up, Cornelius! Who can you trust? Who loves you? What is truth?
I cashed out when the money cleared and checked into a room using my real name and Express card number, but I never went to my room. The room two doors down was checked to a man I met in the hotel lobby while waiting for the money to clear. His name was Chubby
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