sunday. I love sundays…
It’s not just church-going day. It’s not just a day jammed packed with activities.
It’s not even a family reunion of siblings in Christ.
It’s the day of new beginnings. The first day of the week, the dawn of the week.
Sunday – as the name suggests; it’s the day where the sun always shines.
And the SON will always always shine.
I saw cherri on screen yesterday.
Even though I still feel awkward facing her from time to time.
I can’t help but feel proud – proud to have met and known a woman of God. Whether she looks pale and squinty-eyed with specs. I saw a woman of God.
Pra-yesus. Powerful Words, nuff said.
Do I still fear her? maybe not – it’s hard to fathom why i do anyway.
Then there was Clint. Which through him gave me a special love for clif.
And that’s something unfathomable.
Clint and I walked pass the Convention centre.
And found His long lost teacher… one that even a hardened boy like him rejoices over finding.
He said it himself – he is hardly joyful.
But last night he grinned like mad – a hardened heart become flesh.
and quoting him. The experience is “like a high even a thousand Martels can’t give you”
clif, you have a amazing brother.