Fellow Labourers:
It is indeed an honour for me to write to you today. First let to from the bottom of my heart and soul give thanks to Almighty God for the blessings convention has been. You know in what way you have been blessed, and you saw how God has blessed. There is know denying the fact that those who planned the event, and those who supported the event can say certainly "The Lord was in this place."
In my readings today I noted the following from an article by Martin Henry in the daily Gleaner and here I quote, "One of the prevailing myths of the culture is that Marcus Garvey was some kind of proto-Rasta. The Rastafarian movement, aided by 'scholarship', has (mis)appropriated Garvey a special icon of the movement. --- One of its principal proponents, Mutabaruka, is an atheist."
In "Tortured for Christ" the writer said, "Every soul won for Christ must be made to be a soul-winner. The Russians were not only converted, but became "missionaries" in the Underground Church. They were reckless and daring for Christ, always saying that it was the least they could do for Christ who died for them."
Let us then be true and faithful, trusting every day.
Pax Vobiscum
Robert A. Stewart J.P.
Pastor
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Greetings Team:
ReplyDelete...I want to also add my commendation to all who participated to make this such a Convention to herald. Do we have a count of the number of persons baptized and filled with the Holy Ghost?
I am reminded of the song, When you believe, the soundtrack from The Prince of Egypt:
Many nights we've prayed
with no proof anyone could hear
In our hearts a hopeful song
We barely understood;
Now we are not afraid
Although we know there's much to fear
We were moving mountains
Long before we ever knew we could
There can be miracles
When you believe
Though hope is frail
It's hard to kill
Who knows what miracles
You can achieve
When you believe
Somehow you will
You will when you believe
In this time of fear
When prayer so often proved in vain
Hope seemed like the summer birds
Too swiftly flown away;
Yet now I'm standing here
With heart so full I can't explain
Seeking faith and speaking words
I never thought I'd say
There can be miracles when you believe
Though hope is frail
It's hard to kill
Who knows what miracles
You can achieve
When you believe
Somehow you will
You will when you believe...
God bless you all.