Dear Thomas,
I can do no more, but that which I can I do, that your words may become a piercing knife in our desire for growth in love.
Its springtime,and we sat under the trees on the hill side wondering in our minds why this and why that. Looking down the streets we saw beautiful cars and on the other side were beggars on the pavement.
The hills were steep ,but full of yellowish 'scams of flower buds' , looking for a new life. We saw beyond the rainy day ,when hope lived in despair and where nature had buried our consciousness in shame . Men of the same creator,carrying hatred , divided thoughts and ego.
Is someone calling after men?. Is there a hidden voice to recall our lost direction? Men get eventually what they heed to . We surrender ourselves to this call to express the goodness and perseverance of our godliness.
We share our mutual affection as we endeavor to repent from our failures .We become more and more effective and gain self control when Christ leads our ways and motives. The people we meet each day express different degrees of appreciation. Sometimes the good we do is never enough for others .
Lets start to love the air we breath, the sky we see, the natural and everlasting springs of water we drink. Then one day in truth , our love for brotherhood will bud and grow like an evergreen forest. The love of God is everlasting, hence the love for man must be ALWAYS and daily.
God Bless you mon ami.
Pierre Louma
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