Sd#217
 

Sunday Dispatch #217


They know nothing about peace

and less than nothing about justice.

They make tortuously twisted roads.

No peace for the wretch who walks down those roads!

Which means that we're a far cry from fair dealing,

and we're not even close to right living.

We long for light but sink into darkness,

long for brightness but stumble through the night.

Like the blind, we inch along a wall,

groping eyeless in the dark.

We shuffle our way in broad daylight,

like the dead, but somehow walking.


~Isaiah 59:8-10 (The Message)

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Thanks Iron... Keeping a sharp eye on all evil's of late... These are indeed the signs of the end times.

Heaven

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Yes, indeed Heaven, you read the dispatch right.

Dark days we walk within, very dark days.


And thanks creedsister!

You always reply with encouragement.


In Christ,

michael

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