He was a very polite young man, I would say barely into his 20's, of African descent. He introduced himself as Michael, and he handed me a pamphlet. The title at the top read 'Can the dead really live again?', which was the giveaway to his cult. The gist of the pamphlet was about resurrection of the dead, and how this can happen to you.
Without the Way, there is no going, Without the Truth, there is no knowing, Without the Life, there is no living, I am the Way, the Truth and the Life, that's what Jesus said.
Once upon a time there was a big spinning ball of nothing The ball contained all the non-existent matter of everything The ball spun so fast that that it heated up and exploded The 'nothing' contents expanded into the empty space...
Below is the story of Horace, the foolish employee who thought he knew more than his employers…
I returned regulary to QEII after the Games. Dad used to bring me to international track and field meetings - I can remember watching Don Quarrie, the Commonwealth Games champion and world record holder, thrash everyone in the 100 and 200m finals.
Deep down, Dad had a faith that was unshakeable – because he knew that whatever misfortune came his way, nothing could rob him of the security he had in Christ.
Oh, Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious! Even though the sound of it is something quite atrocious If you say it loud enough you'll always sound precocious Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!
I have been told that I have a funny music taste...!Here are just a few samples of my my favourite Christian Artists, songs and genres over the years.
We need to bypass the intellect, and go straight for the conscience, as their conscience actually convinces them that they are dying under the law (see Romans 2:12-15).