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Good Morning ! I heard this poem on my radio this morning and was moved to share it with you too. How grand a way to think on it! Please feel free to share it also with someone you love too!
 Your Sister in Christ,
Pastor Dobi

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Sharing this beautiful Easter message with you today from Dr. Rexella Van Impe. 

Pastor Dobi

http://www.jackvanimpe.com/

FROM THE HEART OF DR.
REXELLA  VAN IMPE



Give Me Your Hand


In my daily Bible reading, I've been noticing how much is mentioned about the
hands of our Lord. Again and again the Gospels relate how He reached out to
people in their need and hurt and sorrow. And when He touched them, they were
never the same again.
His hands healed the sick
After He began His earthly ministry, great multitudes thronged about Him
wherever He went. Those who were sick, blind, and lame -- even those marked for
death with the curse of leprosy -- came to Him seeking to be healed and made
whole.
When the hands of Jesus touched them, pain and suffering ceased, diseases and
infirmities were cured, and lives shattered and ruined by sickness were
restored.
His hands fed the multitude
It was the hands of Jesus that fed the multitudes who followed Him out into
the desert place to hear His words. When evening came, Christ's disciples urged
Him to send the people away. But Jesus saw their hunger and weariness and, in
compassion, desired to minister to them.
Taking a few small loaves and fishes -- barely enough for one small boy's
lunch -- the Lord blessed the food. Then His hands began to break and divide
the  bread and fish into portions which He gave to His disciples to serve.
We're told that 5,000 men were fed that day, not counting the women and
children. And when everybody had eaten all they wanted, there were twelve
baskets full of leftovers! The hands of Jesus not only provided enough...but
plenty to spare.
His hands blessed the children
Loving children as I do, my heart is touched to read the biblical account of
how the hands of Jesus blessed and comforted the little children. He
specifically told His disciples not to prevent them from coming to Him. And in
my mind's eye, I can see the Lord sitting down and opening His arms to them. As
they eagerly jostled about, perhaps He lifted a toddler into His lap, shook
hands with an older lad, touched the cheek of a shy little girl. And as His
gentle hands patted little shoulders and smoothed tousled hair, the Lord
blessed  these little ones. Somehow I think they probably never forgot that day
when the  hands of Jesus touched them.
The hands of the Master
No doubt the hands of Jesus were strong and powerful. Growing up around
Joseph's carpenter shop, He probably learned to hold and use various tools to
shape and assemble wood into useful items. His hands knew how to work.
It was those strong hands that later would grasp a whip as an indignant Jesus
drove the callous money changers out of the holy halls of the Temple. Those
hands were instruments of righteousness and justice.
It was those hands that reached out to lift and save impetuous Peter who,
after walking on the water toward Jesus, took his eyes off the Lord and began
to  sink.


There are so many other references to the hands of Jesus that we could talk
about. But the single most important mention of Christ's hands is when they
were  nailed to the cross.


A very dear, life-long friend gave me a beautiful wall plaque, which I have
hanging in my kitchen. It says:


I asked Jesus, "How much do You love me?"
"This much," He answered, and He stretched out His arms
and  died.

Greater love hath no man than this, said Jesus, that a man lay down his
life for his friends
(John 15:13).
And who is Jesus' friend? The deeply spiritual and very religious? The
learned and respectable? The proud traditionalists?
No, our Lord said that He was called a friend of...sinners! (Luke
7:34).
The Apostle Paul reminds us that
Christ died for the ungodly... in that,
while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us
(Romans 5:6,8).
It is strangely and beautifully significant that the first person to benefit
from Christ's sacrifice at Calvary was a thief on the cross next to His! Think
of it -- the first person to whom the Lord stretched out His nail-pierced hands
was someone totally unworthy of His love.
Love-scarred hands
Some time ago my husband, Jack, and I were guests at a Christian fellowship
dinner in another city. During the meal I got acquainted and talked with a dear
little mother who sat next to me. After a while, with tears streaming down her
cheeks, she leaned over and whispered the sad story of a wayward daughter who
had run away from home, mounted up many debts, and fallen to the very depths of
sin, even into a life of prostitution.
"I pray for her every day," she said, "and every time I hear from her I beg
her to come home. My husband doesn't make a lot of money, so I got a job to
help  pay off the debts our daughter made. I'm doing everything I know how to do
to  help her. Please pray with me."
When I reached out to take hold of this precious mother's hands to comfort
her, they were rough and calloused, scarred by long hours of hard work, week
after month after year. Those hands were scarred by love...by a mother's
selfless sacrifice and desperate desire to reach and save her wayward
daughter.
As I held those hands and prayed, I was reminded of Christ's nail-scarred
hands that also were pierced for that lost daughter...and for every lost sinner
in the whole world. They were scarred for me...and for you!
Just as the hands of our Lord ministered to men and women, boys and girls,
wherever He went during His time on earth, so we today can feel the touch of
His  hands in our daily lives. His power is still available to us today.
In our times of pain and suffering, He is still the Great Physician who lays
His hands upon us and restores our bodies. Whether our healing comes through
medication, the skill of a surgeon, or by the power of faith alone, we know
that  He is the source of all healing.
When we are hungry and experiencing a lack of supply -- when we're empty
physically, emotionally, and spiritually -- Christ's hands will bless and
multiply the smallest things we have to offer Him and make it sufficient to
meet  our need...with plenty to spare.
When we've tried and failed -- when like Peter, we're sinking into the depths
of trials and tribulations, with no hope in sight -- He will come to us,
walking  on the waters of our stormy sea. His hand will save us, lift us up, and
lead us  safely to the solid rock!
The challenge of Easter
I love Spring! There's something special about seeing the sun light up
winter's gray skies, and nature stir the grass and trees into new life. Surely
it is no coincidence that we celebrate Easter in the springtime.
Each Easter we are reminded that Christ died for us -- but He rose again!
Without Easter, we might be tempted to forget that it is through the
outstretched arms and nail-pierced hands of Jesus that we have life eternal.
Had  it not been for His sacrifice on Calvary and His bodily resurrection, there
would be no everlasting life.
As we look around us and see all of nature coming back to life anew, let us
be reminded of Christ's great love for us.
But let us also be challenged to reach out in His love into every man's world
with a helping hand. Let us emulate our Lord's great example and use the
resurrection power that flows through us to minister to the needs of those
around us.
Never forget that for many people in the world, their first glimpse of Christ
may be in you...the only hands that will touch them in love, that will comfort,
lift, and bless them, may be your hands.
Reach out whenever you can, wherever you can, to whomever you can. However
unlovely or unworthy the person you find may be, remember that Christ's
sacrifice is sufficient...and that He loves that individual just as much as He
loves you.
Do not be afraid to stretch forth your hand to anybody. For you minister, not
in your own strength and ability, but in His love. So when you reach out, it
will not be just your hand that touches them, but the hand of God through
you!
I love the beautiful gospel chorus that cries out
Oh, to be His hand extended,
Reaching out to the
oppressed,
Let me touch Him, let me touch Jesus,
So that others may know
and be blessed.

Look around you today and find someone who is hurting or needy, someone who
is in trouble. Ask God to guide you to someone who needs Jesus.
When you find them, don't hesitate or delay. Go to them with a smile filled
with the light of His love and simply say...
"Give me your hand."

 
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WALK UPRIGHTLY
SCRIPTURE READING:
Revelation 22
Revelation 22 (New Living Translation)
 Revelation 22  1 Then the angel showed me a river with the water of life, clear as crystal, flowing from the throne of God and of the Lamb. 2 It flowed down the center of the main street. On each side of the river grew a tree of life, bearing twelve crops of fruit,[a] with a fresh crop each month. The leaves were used for medicine to heal the nations. 
 3 No longer will there be a curse upon anything. For the throne of God and of the Lamb will be there, and his servants will worship him. 4 And they will see his face, and his name will be written on their foreheads. 5 And there will be no night there—no need for lamps or sun—for the Lord God will shine on them. And they will reign forever and ever. 
 6 Then the angel said to me, “Everything you have heard and seen is trustworthy and true. The Lord God, who inspires his prophets,[b] has sent his angel to tell his servants what will happen soon.[c]
Jesus Is Coming
  7 “Look, I am coming soon! Blessed are those who obey the words of prophecy written in this book.[d]” 
 8 I, John, am the one who heard and saw all these things. And when I heard and saw them, I fell down to worship at the feet of the angel who showed them to me. 9 But he said, “No, don’t worship me. I am a servant of God, just like you and your brothers the prophets, as well as all who obey what is written in this book. Worship only God!” 
 10 Then he instructed me, “Do not seal up the prophetic words in this book, for the time is near. 11 Let the one who is doing harm continue to do harm; let the one who is vile continue to be vile; let the one who is righteous continue to live righteously; let the one who is holy continue to be holy.” 
 12 “Look, I am coming soon, bringing my reward with me to repay all people according to their deeds. 13 I am the Alpha and the Omega, the First and the Last, the Beginning and the End.” 
 14 Blessed are those who wash their robes. They will be permitted to enter through the gates of the city and eat the fruit from the tree of life. 15 Outside the city are the dogs—the sorcerers, the sexually immoral, the murderers, the idol worshipers, and all who love to live a lie. 
 16 “I, Jesus, have sent my angel to give you this message for the churches. I am both the source of David and the heir to his throne.[e] I am the bright morning star.” 
 17 The Spirit and the bride say, “Come.” Let anyone who hears this say, “Come.” Let anyone who is thirsty come. Let anyone who desires drink freely from the water of life. 18 And I solemnly declare to everyone who hears the words of prophecy written in this book: If anyone adds anything to what is written here, God will add to that person the plagues described in this book. 19 And if anyone removes any of the words from this book of prophecy, God will remove that person’s share in the tree of life and in the holy city that are described in this book. 
 20 He who is the faithful witness to all these things says, “Yes, I am coming soon!”

   Amen! Come, Lord Jesus!

 21 May the grace of the Lord Jesus be with God’s holy people.[f]



The day is coming to an end.


The children play outside catching the last rays of sunlight.

The mother is preparing the meal for her family.

The husband is resting against the wall in the shade, weary over the labor he completed.

The homeless one gathers the meager belongings and heads for a small makeshift shelter that will protect him in the night.

The lonely old one prays for time to end. There is no one left to help now and hunger is the only companion.

The one lay dying turns his head to the stars above that are beginning to appear. Surely the pain will end soon.

 

And so it goes, day in, day out. Never ending. Nothing changes. This day is like any other.

Someone is watching. Someone has always been watching. He is at the door now and has said…

Time shall be no more.

Some of us have known of Him. Some of us have grown up with Him. Others have just come to know Him. Others are so alone in this world without Him; they sense it, they have no hope and yet don’t know how to know Him.

These ARE… I repeat ARE the last days. Most all of the prophecies have been fulfilled.

We are admonished more than ever to “WALK UPRIGHTLY” .

For … He is at the door.

This day is like any other. Nothing is different.



The children stop playing.

The mother’s soul alerts her to look up.

The husband’s weary head lifts to the Eastern sky.

The homeless one begins to glow with joy

The lonely old one forgets his aging physical body and begins rejoicing as it falls away and he is forever renewed in his Spiritual body.

The dying one is no longer dying. His tears have turned to diamonds as he worships the One he sees coming in Glory.

This is like any other day. Only it isn’t.

Time is no more.

Our King is returning in His Glory with His church.

And He is coming for YOU.

You are not alone, you are loved more than you can know. He wants you to be with Him for all of Eternity.

Walk Uprightly.

Yes.

But more than that know that Jesus has been waiting for you. He doesn’t want you separated from Him now or ever.

He waits for you to ask Him to come into your Heart and to accept Him as your Personal Savior.

What joy! What love will overflow you!

Do it NOW while there is still time.

Ask Jesus into your life before it’s too late.

Come…

Come until Him NOW.

Leave your cares behind. Give Jesus all the sins, the wrongs that you’ve done that you can’t live with.

He will take them from you. He will cover you with a pure white robe. He will welcome you to His loving arms.

He will tell you personally…

“Well done thou good and faithful servant”

Come into the kingdom that I have prepared for YOU!

Matthew 25:21 

I pray in the Holy name of our Lord Jesus Christ that you hear His voice TODAY…

For now is the time. Now is the hour.

He is coming soon. Watch.  I will be watching with you !

Glory!

Glory Halleluiah!

We shall all dance together in the presence of Jesus on that day when He comes back for you and for me.

Come… Come forward now and receive Christ with all the love in your Heart.

He is waiting, just for you!

Love in Christ,

Pastor Dobi

Sharing with you my message I have sent to Fire of God Dobi Ministry Church of Kenya
               They are holding a crusade April  April 10th through the 16th. A message I want to hear more and more these days. Sharing it with you
my brothers and sisters in Christ. Let us watch together !
Pastor Dobi
  
 
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Pastor Joseph praising Jesus for Souls saved and Bibles given this day to the church .
Dear Ones,
          Thank you for letting me come into your inbox so soon after my last blog. I am asking for your help. Where two or three are gathered together in Christ's name, He is there with them. 
          I have been helping a growing church in a small village in Kenya now for some months    
.My ministry has been able to give the church a large number of Bibles in English and their language.
 Pastor Joseph and his wife along with the church board have been seeing an explosion of growth for their church during this time !
But I am just a small drop of water in this world and I cannot do as much as I wish I could for them.

 I invite you to seek out the  website I created for the ministry  and learn of them and the work they are doing.
 http://fireofgoddobiministrychurchofkenya.weebly.com/index.html;

Thank you Lord Jesus!

"The Samaritans Purse" , Franklin Graham's Bible based Christian organization is over in Kenya as well in many other countries. They are considering helping Pastor Joseph and the church right now. Being over here in the states, I was able to contact the right people and they in turn contacted them. This would be such a blessing for these people as they are so hungry for more of our Lord Jesus. Their faith is pure, strong, and unwavering. Like a child''s faith. That is how I think of them. How I wish that more of the churches over here in the USA had just an inch of their love for Christ and showed it in deeds and love to their neighbors.
The point being is this. I would like you to first do the most important thing you can do for Pastor Joseph, his wife, and all the church members in this village in Kenya.
 PRAY!
 Please send Prayer arrows to our Lord each and everyday to intercede that their church will continue to grow, that they will bring more and more souls to Christ and continue to help the helpless. Those who have no family, homes because of HIV,AIDs , extreme poverty, & loss of hope. If you are able and would like to help them more, please contact the Ministry on their site or myself.  If you can't , then God Bless you for Praying. After all, God is able to do ALL things when we ourselves just can't. Please pass this on to others who might be wanting to help Christians growing a church in Kenya if you would. Remember those Prayer  Arrows every day our dear Pastor Joseph.  I know you will be blessed for those Pray ers! Thank you so much for listening! Please go to the website !
In Christ,
Pastor Dobi 

http://fireofgoddobiministrychurchofkenya.weebly.com/index.html
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Psalm 23 

 1The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want.  
2He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.  
3He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.  

4
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.  
5Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.  
6Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the LORD for ever.

      It was time for me to let Psalm 23 sink into my soul once again. It's been a long hard winter for me. It seems winter  is most difficult "right before the dawn" so to speak.
     The winter is almost over. In fact, the First Day of Spring was just a few days ago. Yet, like my feelings sometimes, a fast moving winter storm made it's impact known on our land. The green grass that was just starting to show is now covered in deep snow.
       A fast moving storm. Our feelings are like that aren't they? Ever changing. Sometimes we are up in the clouds, other times, we are down in the dumps. Lower than a snakes belly. Why ? Why do feelings get the best of us sometimes? Because we are who we are.  We still are flawed and in our earthly bodies. The Lord said to us that the cares of this world would do that to our feelings . Then, I look at Psalm 23....
"The Lord is my Shepherd... I shall not want"
Time to remember that for me.. Time to remember it's not what life throws our way but our attitude to that curve ball. Or just life itself . Most importantly.... Turn around and realize Who it is who walks with you through every hour of every day. He has never left you. Sometimes I just let my feelings blind me to the fact that Jesus has always been right beside me. He has always been my strength, always gotten me through the bad times and enjoyed the good times right along side me. Today. I pray that you along with myself rest in the peace of our Dear Loving Shepherd.   

 
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I love barns. I enjoy looking at photos of different barns from all parts of our country. In fact, every year I get a calendar entitled "Barns". Viewing this picture above is very comforting to me.I can see peace, quietness and a feeling of home. It is so beautiful to me. The colors. The color of the sky (isn't it just too gorgeous!) ....  The gentle creatures grazing in the green pastures. Hmmmm.
That reminds me of a great Truth I have read;
 
 PSALM 23  
1The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want.  

2He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.  

3
He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake. 

 4Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. 
 
5Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.  

6Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the LORD for ever.

Winter is a hard time for me.  Perhaps you too? The increased darkness, the cold's effect on my aging body. I am reminded how my body is decaying with every passing year, yet my spirit is renewed and becomes more "mature" with each passing year. I can get more overwhelmed with worries. But then I remember Psalm 23. I remember the Truth of what Christ has promised to me and to you. 
Enjoy the picture I share with you today. Remember to thank God for His never-ending protection of you each and everyday. Even though the air is frosty cold and snow lies deep on the ground, Nature is still beautiful. God has made the Seasons for a reason.
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Dear God of new beginnings and infinite blessings,

Thank you for the promise of the new year.
May it be a time for me to grow in Love....
a time to freshen my spirit...
a time to walk more fully in faith and righteousness...
a time to appreciate and cherish those I care for...
a time to reach out to strangers with kindness
compassion and generosity...
 a time to forgive myself and others...
a time to renew my commitment to You...

Walk with me O Lord.. Every second, every minute, 
every hour of every day...
wrap me in your grace and mercy
fill me with your love, goodness and wisdom,
allow your light to shine through me in spite of my humaness.

It is written that if I ask, I shall receive...
If I seek, I shall find...
If I knock, the door will be opened.
I am asking...
I am seeking...
I am knocking...
and I pray, Heavenly Father, that at every turn during the new year, you guide and illuminate my path.  
                                        Amen
                                             




    




 

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MY GRAMMA USED TO RECITE THIS POEM TO ME AND MY LITTLE SISTER CINDY WHEN WE WERE IN BED.
GRAMMA SOMETIMES STAYED A WHILE WITH US, SO WE'D BEG HER OVER AND OVER AGAIN TO TELL THE STORY OF TOMMY;
IT STILL SPEAKS TO ME TODAY OF GOD'S LOVE FOR HIS CHILDREN, EVEN WHEN WE ARE  GREY, AND TIRED.
                            ENJOY !
                                               PASTOR DOBI

Tommy's Prayer


In a dark and dismal alley where the sunshine never came, dwelt a little lad named Tommy, sickly, delicate, and lame. He had never yet been healthy, but had lain since he was born. Dragging out his weak existence well nigh hopeless and forlorn.
He was six, was little Tommy, 'twas just five years ago, since his drunken mother dropped him and the babe was crippled so. He had never known the comfort of a mother's tender care, but her cruel blows and curses made his pain still worse to bear.

There he lay within the cellar from the morning till the night, starved, neglected, cursed, ill-treated, nought to make his dull life bright; not a single friend to love him, not a loving thing to love-- For he knew not of a Saviour or a heaven up above.

'Twas a quiet summer evening, and the alley, too, was still; Tommy's little heart was sinking, and he felt so lonely till, floating up the quiet alley, wafted inward from the street, came the sound of someone singing, sounding, oh! so clear and sweet.

Eagerly did Tommy listen as the singing came-- Oh! that he could see the singer! How he wished he wasn't lame. Then he called and shouted loudly, till the singer heard the sound, and on noting whence it issued, soon the little cripple found.

'Twas a maiden, rough and rugged, hair unkept, and naked feet, all her garments torn and ragged, her appearance far from neat."So yer called me," said the maiden, "wonder wot yer wants o' me; most folks call me Singing Jessie, wot may yer name chance to be?"

"My name's Tommy, I'm a cripple and I want to hear you sing, for it makes me feel so happy-- sing me something, anything." Jessie laughed, and answered smiling, "I can't stay here very long, but I'll sing a hymn to please you, wot I calls the Glory Song."

Then she sang to him of heaven, pearly gates, and streets of gold, where the happy angel children are not starved or nipped with cold; But where happiness and gladness never can decrease or end. And where kind and loving Jesus, is their Sovereign and their Friend.

Oh! how Tommy's eyes did glisten as he drank in every word, as it fell from Singing Jessie-- was it true what he had heard? And so anxiously he asked her,"Is there really such a place?" And a tear began to trickle down his pallid little face.

"Tommy, you're a little heathen; Why, it's up beyond the sky, and if yer will love the Saviour, yer shall go there when yer die." "Then", said Tommy, "tell me Jessie, how can I the Saviour love, when I'm down in this 'ere cellar, and He's up in heaven above?"

So the little ragged maiden who had heard at Sunday School, all about the way to heaven, and the Christian's golden rule, taught the little cripple Tommy how to love, and how to pray. Then she sang a Song of Jesus, kissed his cheek and went away.

Tommy lay within the cellar which had grown so dark and cold, thinking all about the children in the streets of shining gold. And he heeded not the darkness of that damp and chilly room, for the joy in Tommy's bosom could disperse the deepest gloom.

"Oh! if I could only see it," thought the cripple as he lay, "Jessie said that Jesus listens and I think I'll try and pray"; So he put his hands together, and he closed his little eyes, and in accents weak, yet earnest, sent this message to the skies:--

Gentle Jesus, please forgive me as I didn't know afore, that yer cared for little cripples that is weak and very poor. And I never heard of heaven till that Jessie came today, and told me all about it, so I wants to try and pray.

"Yer can see me, can't yer Jesus? Jessie told me that yer could, and I somehow must believe it, for it seems so prime and good. And she told me if I loved you, I should see yer when I die, in the bright and happy heaven that is up beyond the sky."

"Lord, I'm only just a cripple, and I'm no use here below, for I heard my mother whisper, she'd be glad if I could go; And I'm cold and hungry sometimes; And I feel so lonely too, can't yer take me, Gentle Jesus, up to heaven along o' you?"

"Oh! I'd be so good and patient, and I'd never cry or fret. And your kindness to me, Jesus, I would surely not forget; I would love you all I know of, and would never make a noise-- Can't you find me just a corner where I'll watch the other boys?"

"Oh! I think yer'll do it, Jesus, something seems to tell me so, for I feel so glad and happy, and I do so want to go. How I long to see yer, Jesus, and the children all so bright! Come and fetch me, won't yer, Jesus? Come and fetch me home tonight!"

Tommy ceased his supplication, he had told his soul's desire, and he waited for the answer till his head began to tire; then he turned towards his corner and lay huddled in a heap, closed his little eyes so gently and was quickly fast asleep.

Oh, I wish that every scoffer could have seen his little face, as he lay there in the corner,in that damp and noisome place; For his countenance was shining like an angel's fair and bright, and it seemed to fill the cellar with a holy, heavenly, light.

He had only heard of Jesus from a ragged singing girl, he might well have wondered, pondered, till his brain began to whirl; But he took it as she told it, and believed it then and there, simply trusting in the Saviour and his kind and tender care.

In the morning, when the mother came to wake her crippled boy, she discovered that his features wore a look of sweetest joy, and she shook him somewhat roughly, but the cripple's face was cold-- He had gone to join the children in the streets of shining gold.

Tommy's prayer had soon been answered, and the Angel Death had come, to remove him from his cellar to his bright and heavenly home. Where sweet comfort, joy, and gladness never can decrease or end, and where Jesus reigns eternally, his Sovereign and his Friend. 


John F. Nicholls