A Slave to His Destiny


A little longer read than usual, but a good read. Enjoy your weekend, and help someone else do the same. “…ofthestory.”

One morning a sixteen-year-old boy was kidnapped from his house by a band of knife-wielding thugs and taken to another country, there to be sold as a slave. The year was 401 AD.

He was made a shepherd. Slaves were not allowed to wear clothes, so he was often dangerously cold and frequently on the verge of starvation. He spent months at a time without seeing another human being — a severe psychological torture.

But this greatest of difficulties was transformed into the greatest of blessings because it gave him an opportunity not many get in a lifetime. Long lengths of solitude have been used by people all through history to meditate, to learn to control the mind and to explore the depths of feeling and thought to a degree impossible in the hubbub of normal life.

He wasn’t looking for such an “opportunity,” but he got it anyway. He had never been a religious person, but to hold himself together and take his mind off the pain, he began to pray, so much that “…in one day,” he wrote later, “I would say as many as a hundred prayers and after dark nearly as many again…I would wake and pray before daybreak — through snow, frost, and rain….”

This young man, at the onset of his manhood, got a ‘raw deal.’ But therein lies the lesson. Nobody gets a perfect life. The question is not “What could I have done if I’d gotten a better life?” but rather “What can I do with the life I’ve got?”

How can you take your personality, your circumstances, your upbringing, the time and place you live in, and make something extraordinary out of it? What can you do with what you’ve got?

The young slave prayed. He didn’t have much else available to do, so he did what he could with all his might. And after six years of praying, he heard a voice in his sleep say that his prayers would be answered: He was going home. He sat bolt upright and the voice said, “Look, your ship is ready.”

He was a long way from the ocean, but he started walking. After two hundred miles, he came to the ocean and there was a ship, preparing to leave for Britain, his homeland. Somehow he got aboard the ship and went home to reunite with his family.

But he had changed. The sixteen-year-old boy had become a holy man. He had visions. He heard the voices of the people from the island he had left — Ireland — calling him back. The voices were persistent, and he eventually left his family to become ordained as a priest and a bishop with the intention of returning to Ireland and converting the Irish to Christianity.

At the time, the Irish were fierce, illiterate, Iron-Age people. For over eleven hundred years, the Roman Empire had been spreading its civilizing influence from Africa to Britain, but Rome never conquered Ireland.

The people of Ireland warred constantly. They made human sacrifices of prisoners of war and sacrificed newborns to the gods of the harvest. They hung the skulls of their enemies on their belts as ornaments.

Our slave-boy-turned-bishop decided to make these people literate and peaceful. Braving dangers and obstacles of tremendous magnitude, he actually succeeded! By the end of his life, Ireland was Christian. Slavery had ceased entirely. Wars were much less frequent, and literacy was spreading.

How did he do it? He began by teaching people to read — starting with the Bible. Students eventually became teachers and went to other parts of the island to create new places of learning, and wherever they went, they brought the know-how to turn sheepskin into paper and paper into books.

Copying books became the major religious activity of that country. The Irish had a long-standing love of words, and it expressed itself to the full when they became literate. Monks spent their lives copying books: the Bible, the lives of saints, and the works accumulated by the Roman culture — Latin, Greek, and Hebrew books, grammars, the works of Plato, Aristotle, Virgil, Homer, Greek philosophy, math, geometry, astronomy.

In fact, because so many books were being copied, they were saved, because as Ireland was being civilized, the Roman Empire was falling apart. Libraries disappeared in Europe. Books were no longer copied (except in the city of Rome itself), and children were no longer taught to read. The civilization that had been built up over eleven centuries disintegrated. This was the beginning of the Dark Ages.

Because our slave-boy-turned-bishop transformed his suffering into a mission, civilization itself, in the form of literature and the accumulated knowledge contained in that literature, was saved and not lost during that time of darkness. He was named a saint, the famous Saint Patrick. You can read the full and fascinating story if you like in the excellent book How the Irish Saved Civilization by Thomas Cahill.

“Very interesting,” you might say, “but what does that have to do with me?”

Well…you are also in some circumstances or other, and it’s not all peaches and cream, is it? There’s some stuff you don’t like — maybe something about your circumstances, perhaps, or maybe some events that occurred in your childhood.

But here you are, with that past, with these circumstances, with the things you consider less than ideal. What are you going to do with them? If those circumstances have made you uniquely qualified for some contribution, what would it be?

You may not know the answer to that question right now, but keep in mind that the circumstances you think only spell misery may contain the seeds of something profoundly Good. Assume that’s true, and the assumption will begin to gather evidence until your misery is transformed, as Saint Patrick’s suffering was, from a raw deal to the perfect preparation for something better.

Ask yourself and keep asking, “Given my upbringing and circumstances, what Good am I especially qualified to do?”

Credit: Self-Help Stuff That Works


Things Change With Time


A poor boy was in love with a rich mans daughter….One day the boy proposed to her and the girl said…”Hey! Listen, your monthly salary is my daily hand expenses..How can I be involved with you..? How could you have thought of that? I can never love you, so forget about me and get engaged to someone else at your level”

But somehow the boy could not forget her so easily…..Some time 10 years later they stumbled into each other in a shopping mall. The lady again said….,”Hey.. ! You! How are you? Now I’m married and do you know how much my husband’s salary is..? $17,500 per month! Can you beat that? And he is also very smart”

The guy’s eyes got wet with tears on hearing those words from the same lady and speaking to her, “I never married.” A few seconds later, her husband came around the corner, but before the lady could say a word her husband seeing the guy, said……“ahh, Hey Chief! I see you’ve met my wife, great isn’t she?” Then he said to his wife, ”This is my boss, I’m actually working on one of his $10 million dollar projects!

The lady looked in total shock but couldn’t utter a word…….

Later on, the worker said to his wife, “My boss loved a lady but he couldn’t win her heart….he has remained unmarried since. How lucky would that lady have been, if she had married my boss that time?” “These days, who would love someone that much?” the man said to his wife.


Life is just like a mirror.

You can only see as much as it reflects. So don’t be too arrogant or proud by looking down on others because of their current situations. Things get changed with time just like the weather..!

Don’t underestimate anyone because everyone has a great future!

Where you have been rejected before, you will be celebrated in Jesus Name

Thanks to Craig M. in South Africa for sending me this post. I made some modifications to it for better readability. But full credit goes to Craig. Thanks pal. Want to see more from Craig visit his site @ http://veritasliberat.jimdo.com/

Growing Older


When the poet Henry Wadsworth Longfellow was well along in years, his hair was white but he was still a vigorous man. Someone asked him why this was so.

The poet pointed to an apple tree in bloom and said, “That tree is very old, but I never saw prettier blossoms on it that it now bears. That tree grows new wood each year. Like that apple tree, I try to grow a little new wood each year.”

Prov 23:7 For as he thinketh in his heart, so is he:…”

What do you believe about “growing older?

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (February 27, 1807 – March 24, 1882) was an American poet and educator whose works include “Paul Revere’s Ride”, The Song of Hiawatha, and Evangeline.

Read more here > https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Henry_Wadsworth_Longfellow

Credit: Brian Cavanaugh

Thanks Brian.


Bugs on the Windshield


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We use our egos like a windshield.

The trouble is, it often keeps us from fully experiencing true reality. Imagine there was no windshield. You are spirit and not just material. Those bugs would pass right through your field of vision, and you, instead of creating their artificial reality. Rom 1:20 “For the invisible things of him from the creation of the world are clearly seen, being understood by the things that are made, even his eternal power and Godhead; so that they are without excuse:…”

Which is exactly what happens. Your reality, what you see and perceive in life, becomes the crap stuck on your windshield with your vision being blocked, picture of life altered into whatever is forming on the screen, and very little of the true picture getting through to you. Prov 23:7 ‘For as he thinketh in his heart, so is he:…”

It’s the same with consciousness. When you Wake Up you realize you have nothing to destroy, nothing to fear, nothing to strive for (in this world). You find out you’re already complete and connected to everything. No one can take your freedom because you are freedom. God designed us to need not the world, but Him. Col 2:10 “And ye are complete in him, which is the head of all principality and power:…”

You realize this whole game of life that’s been meticulously laid out for us is built upon implanted wants and perceived needs based on, amongst other things, a false sense of scarcity, and the impulse to strive to get what you are told you need; this is done through an enemy…the people and things of this world. Rom 6:22 “But now being made free from sin, and become servants to God, ye have your fruit unto holiness, and the end everlasting life.”

None of this has to be. It’s all based on ignorance and the whims of a predator race (fallen angels, nephilim,hybrids) that feeds off of the sleeping aphids they’ve co-created and manipulated. Mt 13:39 ‘The enemy that sowed them is the devil; the harvest is the end of the world; and the reapers are the angels.’

Sad, but true…



Not sure why I thought this was worth posting. But it just called out to me. Ever had that happen??? Lol enjoy! MD


Hooks and Hoops


Hooks and Hoops

That’s all, Velcro is.

Now if those little hooks were straightened out, nothing would stick to the hoops. The picture of our manipulated idea of self is these bent attitudes and deformed ideas of reality. You can get “strung along” by just about anything. And when it sticks, your hooks feel useful and you start accumulating stuff. Stuff you don’t need in your life. Acts 8:9 “But there was a certain man, called Simon, which beforetime in the same city used sorcery, and bewitched the people of Samaria, giving out that himself was some great one:…”

You grow and start to appear as though you are what is sticking to you. Eph 4:14 “That we henceforth be no more children, tossed to and fro, and carried about with every wind of doctrine, by the sleight of men, and cunning craftiness, whereby they lie in wait to deceive;…”

Everyone else is mimicking the same thing, so you feel justified and even comforted. In fact you look for stuff to stick to you. 2 Tim 4:3 “For the time will come when they will not endure sound doctrine; but after their own lusts shall they heap to themselves teachers, having itching ears;…’

This is happening on several levels. You sit and watch TV and stringy Velcro balls are flying at you in all dimensions and you can’t even see most of them. You just come away with more crap clinging to your mind, heart and soul and hardly notice. 2 Pet 2:13 “And shall receive the reward of unrighteousness, as they that count it pleasure to riot in the day time. Spots they are and blemishes, sporting themselves with their own deceivings while they feast with you;…”

The only reason this stuff sticks is because you’re “hooked”. 2 Tim 3:13 “But evil men and seducers shall wax worse and worse, deceiving, and being deceived.” Rev 20:10 “And the devil that deceived them was cast into the lake of fire and brimstone, where the beast and the false prophet are, and shall be tormented day and night for ever and ever.”

Somehow, somewhere down the road of life, the world attempts to program you with hooks and hoops that attach to stuff. Keep your focus and leave the world to itself. We have nothing to contribute to it except that which is good and right; everything that is in a born again child of God. Col 1:27 “To whom God would make known what is the riches of the glory of this mystery among the Gentiles; which is Christ in you, the hope of glory:…”

Velcro is not permanent, you can detach yourself from the stuff the world throws at you. Don’t be conformed to the sway of things, events….don’t be moved to go another direction; but prove what is God’s will. 1 Pet 1:23 “Being born again, not of corruptible seed, but of incorruptible, by the word of God, which liveth and abideth for ever.”

God’s Word says: Rom 12:2 “And be not conformed to this world: but be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind, that ye may prove what is that good, and acceptable, and perfect, will of God.”

God’s Presence


‘Cause me to hear thy lovingkindness in the morning; for in thee do I trust: cause me to know the way wherein I should walk; for I lift up my soul unto thee. ” – Psalm 143:8 (KJV)

Arthur Gordon is a favorite writer of mine. Once he came to New York to interview Dr. Blanton, a co-founder of the American Foundation for Religion and Psychiatry. Mr. Gordon sat in a restaurant waiting for the esteemed psychiatrist to arrive. As he waited, his mind went back over his life. By the time Mr. Blanton arrived, Mr. Gordon was sitting there with a frown and a very sad look on his face.

“What’s the matter, Arthur?”

“Oh,” the writer replied, “I’ve just been sitting here thinking about all the ‘ifs’ in my life.”

Dr. Blanton suggested, “Let’s drive over to my office after lunch; I want you to hear something.”

Later in his office, Dr. Blanton put on a tape and said, “I’m going to let you listen to three different people; they’re all patients of mine and they are mentally ill. Listen carefully.”

For one hour the great author listened. When the tape was finished , Dr. Blanton asked, “Tell me what single trait all these people had in common.”

Arthur Gordon thought a moment and then answered, “I can’t think of anything.”

“Then I’ll tell you,” the psychiatrist said. “All of them kept repeating the phrase, ‘If only…if only…if only.’ These words cause mental sickness. They are like poison. These people must learn to say, ‘Next time…next time…next time.’ These words point to the future, to a new day, to healing and health!”

I trust my past is passed, I trust God and my eyes are on the future with Him! So should yours. Otherwise what have you to look forward to? Everything now is being recycled…there is nothing new under the sun.


2 Pet 3:13 “Nevertheless we, according to his promise, look for new heavens and a new earth, wherein dwelleth righteousness.”

2 Tim 4:8 “Henceforth there is laid up for me a crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous judge, shall give me at that day: and not to me only, but unto all them also that love His appearing.”


Insect and Spider


Once upon a time lived a spider in a cornfield. A big spider with a beautiful nest goes around between corn stems. It becomes fat by eating all the insects that trapped on its web. It really loves to live on that cornfield and plans to stay there forever.

One day, the spider caught a tiny insect on its web, and about the time the spider was going to eat it, the insect said, “If you let me go, I will tell you one important thing that will save your life”. The spider stops for a moment and listens carefully. “You better go from this cornfield,” said the tiny insect, “Harvest time is already here!”

The spider smiles and says, ”What is harvest time you talk about? I think you just made up a story”. But the tiny insects says, “Oh no, its true. The owner of this field will come soon to reap. All the corn stalks will be cut off and the corn will be gathered. You will be killed by a giant machine if you stay here.”

The spider answers, “I do not believe in the harvest time or giant machine that will cut off the corn. How can you prove it?” The tiny insect continues, “Look at those corns. Look how that corn was planted in ordered lines. That proves that this field was designed by somebody brilliant”.

The spider laugh and said, “This field grew by its own and has no relationship with a creator. Corn always grows like that”. The insect explain more, “Oh no. This field owned by an owner who plants it, the harvest time will be here soon.” The spider grinned and said, “I do not believe”, and then he eats the insect.

A few days later, the spider was laughing remembering the tiny insect’s story. He thought to himself, “Harvest. What a stupid idea. I”m already here all my life and no body is disturbing me. I’m was here when the plants were just a foot tall from the ground, and will be here for the rest of my life, nothing will change on this field. Life is beautiful, and I will keep it that way.”

Time had passed and one day; a beautiful day in the cornfield, the sky was bright and there’s no wind. The corn plants had grown taller. That noon, when the spider was carelessly walking about its corn, he suddenly realizes there was a thick dust moving his way. It hears the sound of a giant machine and wondered to his self, “What is happening?”

Luke 12:39 And this know, that if the goodman of the house had known what hour the thief would come, he would have watched, and not have suffered his house to be broken through.

Luke 12:40 Be ye therefore ready also: for the Son of man cometh at an hour when ye think not.

Matthew 13:36-43 “Then Jesus sent the multitude away, and went into the house: and his disciples came unto him, saying, Declare unto us the parable of the tares of the field. He answered and said unto them, He that soweth the good seed is the Son of man; The field is the world; the good seed are the children of the kingdom; but the tares are the children of the wicked [one]; The enemy that sowed them is the devil; the harvest is the end of the world; and the reapers are the angels. As therefore the tares are gathered and burned in the fire; so shall it be in the end of this world.

The Son of man shall send forth his angels, and they shall gather out of his kingdom all things that offend, and them which do iniquity; And shall cast them into a furnace of fire: there shall be wailing and gnashing of teeth. Then shall the righteous shine forth as the sun in the kingdom of their Father. Who hath ears to hear, let him hear.”

The stairs of life are full with wood shavings, but you will never realize it before you slipped down.

Have a great Sunday!!!