Lord, it's boring to walk here in the cold and
dark. You could beam me there, why don't you beam me
up and transfer me to my church? Oh, you could do it,
Lord. Do it, just for me, just this time. You're the
Master of the time, aren't you? The people in front
of me wouldn't notice if you let it run a little faster.
Great God, how beautiful is the sky, and all the
beautifully twinkling stars there. This one there has
a shade of red. Beautiful. And there's a blue one, too,
but most of them are just golden. You made them all,
all the stars there, like you made everything and everyone.
You might've made every single star there with your
hands, all the billions. You are so great! Nothing on
this earth happens that you wouldn't know. And I know
you're in control of everything, of my life, of this
world and what is going on. You are in control of the
problems I have, and of the problems of the little boy
with the big dark eyes far away in Africa, crying for
his mother to feed him. I know you will care, and tell
others to care. And there is nothing that happens without
your allowance. But I know that everything that comes
from you is good, simply good, as good as good can be.
Excellent. Marvellous. But there's no word that could
describe how beautiful you are. Just unbelievable that
you care about me. I'm so small, and you are so great,
and all the time I fail. I am as small as one of the
snow flakes that fall down to the ground, softly, while
they are landing softly like in a loving hand, and it
is as if they wanted to dance and sing. "From Heaven
are we where we met the Lord", they sing. It's
a song of joy, suddenly the air is full of joy, full
of God. The dim light makes the snow on the pavement
glitter, and there's no more dark, but all is bright
and light and beauty. It looks as if all the billions
of stars are mirrored in the snow where they are caught
and then thrown into space again. It is strange, I am
not cold anymore. I feel warm and safe in your hands,
Lord. You are my God, and you are so wonderful. You
fill up my heart with a silent fire that was lightened
by all the sparks of the dancing stars, and now my heart
is burning - for you, Jesus. I should pray more often
on the way, no, I should better pray without ceasing.
I love to be close to you. Please attract all the other
people, too, and fill their hearts with your warming
love.
Oh, there's the church door already!
How did I get here? I must have been walking...
Do not go outside.
Never do so. It is so harmful. Many people are hit by lightening
there. Or they are shot. Or robbed. Beaten up...
I
guess even 30 per cent of all people die outside!
So
if you go outside, you know what you risk. There are
so many alcoholics driving there, so it is your
own fault if you leave your house and are run over by
them. You must reckon with that if you walk on a pavement
next to a road with drunkards. Why should any sane person
do this?
And
do not stay at home. About 70 per cent of all people
die at home. Your bed is no save place, either. Many
people die there, and you can avoid that this might
ever happen to you. Just stay away there! (Better go
to church, as it is a proven fact that only few people
die there - it is a rather safe place - harr harr.)
Do not risk your life at home, just do not go near
a bed, or it will be your own fault if something
happens to you like it happened to this poor person
http://www.manchesteronline.co.uk/news/... there,
you see. But it was his own fault. Too stupid to stay
away from a bed, while everybody knows that beds are
not safe.
And
by all means, avoid the toilet! It is such a horrible
place - just have a look there: http://www.moscowtimes.ru/stories/2004/06/10/013.html. So if you
ever happen to go there anyway and cannot help it, and
do not listen to the warnings, it will be your own fault
if someone murders you there. You expose yourself to
that risk anytime you go there, and you cannot say you
are a victim later - no, no. You knew what might happen
there in advance...
If
you are a woman - never meet men. Hide in a cave, maybe.
It
is so harmful, so many women get raped, and it would
be your own fault. Why do you not hide yourself
in the wood? Yeah - it will be your own fault
if you are raped in the street.
Ummm...
maybe the wood is a safe place, because elks or
grizzly bears are usually seen in people's gardens nowadays
- to hide from the risk of being shot in the wood
accidentally by exercising soldiers. But, you see, as the
grizzly bears have all left, no hunter will ever
confuse you with one and shoot you there by chance,
only on purpose - but most accidents like that happening
in the wood are by chance only, so you are rather safe
there. But watch out when you meet reindeers! Look what
might happen: http://www.always-safe.com/grandma.html So you
are warned now. Do not go there in the Christmas season,
or you are to blame for the harm the reindeers might
do to you.
And
you men, watch out! Never meet women! They all just
want to marry and bake apple pies for you for the rest
of your life, every day. Your own fault, see? Look
there and see what you risk: http://www.netcooks.com/recipes/Pies/Bohemian.Apple.Strudle.html Do not
play the victim afterwards!
Never
tell others who you are, or where you live, not even
your wife or husband, or your children, because if they
abuse it, it is your own fault, and nobody is to blame
of abusing it but you yourself in your selfish idea
to tell them who you are! Why should they know? You
know that they may sell your address to insurance companies
- or give it away to murderers. It will be your
own fault if insane people know you, and kill you. Hey,
why did you tell your children? You should not tell
anybody that you are on earth. How can you be so stupid
and disregard this simple rule? Just do not be there
- and nothing can happen to you!
Why
not live in the canalisation system? No, stop!
Do not go there! This is really too dangerous - it is
your own fault if you go there and someone drowns you
there! Google shows you 688 entries with the keywords
"murder in canalisation"! http://www.google.com/search?...
Well,
the best thing might be if you shoot yourself, because
that is the only way that no harm can be done by weirdos
or criminals by your own fault... Hey, it is not
their fault - only yours. So do not cry "victim"!
One day when I was
sailing with my boat along the Spanish coast, I suddenly
heard a voice... far away it was, and tiny, but clear.
"Help, help!", someone shouted, I really
could get that! Oh, then I saw the little boy fighting
with the waves that threatened to devour him! It was
a little boy who might have drifted away from the coast
on his air bed. Oh dear! What should I do? Sweat was
running down my forehand, and I could hear my heart
pounding, you cannot really imagine how terrible this
thrill was for me!
Should I pray over that
or not? "Wait, Littl'un, you will be helped!",
I shouted into his direction. Well, I did not hesitate
long, watching this small boy in the waves, his head
showing up and going down under water again, and decided
to sail back to the coast immediately and pray on the
beach, because God wants us to take time enough for
prayer at a place where nothing can come in between!
And the landscape was so beautiful that I felt so close
to my God there, anyway. And maybe I could find my friend
Harvey there, and we could even pray together... The
Lord has promised to be in our middle if two or three
meet in his name.
Such things really need deep
and long prayer, because - just imagine! - this boy's
life was at stake! Understanding the seriousness
of the situation, I took a long time on the beach
with my God. I prayed all afternoon, and the time before
dinner as well. The only problem was then, however,
that I had to wait for God's answer! I do not know why,
but this time it took rather long, and so I went to
bed at midnight. I do not know why, but I could
really not even sleep as well as usual that night. My
God, why have you forsaken me? Please answer, please
answer, please answer! Yes, the Lord had told us that
we should pray without stopping, and that we should
insist... And I prayed, but God did not answer. I had
begun to feel disappointed and sad about the fact that
God obviously said nothing this time.
But then
the next day - praise the Lord! - I could read the answer
clearly in the local newspaper:
"Small
Boy Drowned in the Sea"
Thank you God,
for answering my prayer! I knew you would answer my
prayer!
I
was in a hurry, did not want to be late for work. All
were in a hurry. They hastened, not having a look at
anybody, just thinking of the plans in their minds.
No time for love. And I am a part of these people flowing
by.
All
are the same.
Some
are different.
When
I come near the shopping center, there is someone in
front of me. In a haste. He is black. Opens the door.
Turns around and looks back at me, into my eyes, holds
the door open for me for a second, and I say. "Thank
you", and he smiles, a young man about twenty years
of age maybe, and I smile back at him, then noticing
the face of a middle-aged Muslim lady coming towards
me, wearing a headcovering, and I hold the door open
for her, and smile at her, and she smiles back, and
she says: "Thank you".
Who is Jesus 
