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    Humphrey Tindimwebwa
    shortstory

    The General.
     
    In my mind's eye I can see him standing imperiously upon a high altitude plateau.  Towering behind him is a siege artillery piece, an engine of destruction, what some called a planting for the display of God's splendor.  
    This otherworldly scene is embalmed in gray ambiance; an image that is dying, yet of grandeur.  
    The personified properties of this film of spellbinding light are dreams, my thirsting for destiny.  
    It would seem that as my hope in this destiny is deferred, so does the light of this image fade.   
     
    Cyrus is tall and handsome.  The midnight blue uniform he wears is decorated with medals from campaigns the world over.  
    The General's large eyes scan the distance thoughtfully.  Perpetually sad in his youth, the brown orbs are now a facade of strength.  He turns, appraising his old talisman, Martha. 
    The mythical forty inch bore cannon weighs seven hundred tons and is more than capable of destroying any fortifications withstanding the U.S. army.  She is the progeny of the likes of Schneider Obusiers, super guns that traversed the Great War's battlefields.  With a perceived audible sharpness or mayhap power glow dredged from that sliver of Filippo Marinetti within him, her barrel gleams rousingly in the sunshine.  
     
    In some ways she's a tribute to the love of the machine espoused by that futurism movement of the early 20th century, a symbol of man's triumph over all.  
    "But does my glory, symbolized by this machine to many, give me a triumph over the brokenness of my youth?  Have I really proven all my old tormentors wrong by "making it big"?  It was an act of love rather than wrath that saved us all." He whispers.
    With the mark of a rare intellect, his eyes flash over her framework, rung by a maze of conduits, then at her lengthy barrel; noting the quality of the maglev tracks supporting this behemoth.
     
    Cyrus's own groundwork is substantially sturdier.  He stands securely on the Holy Mountain.  Though he often questions it, the joy of God really is his strength and victory. 
    At the very least he recognizes what had to be done before his opponent's armies are routed.  Their satanic principalities, posing as gods, roam the firmament.  Having transmogrified themselves into those diabolical lights carpeting the sky, they mislead so many,  perpetuating a doctrine where humanity can achieve deity and fix its brokenness in its own strength.
    Satan's legions are empowering this massive force coming against Cyrus's people.  With spiritual warfare he knows the demons are as good as defeated, God took care of it.  This was the first task to be completed.  
    Now that its foundations are incinerated, a few calculated blows will bring the hierarchy of this Commonwealth of Nations crashing down...  
    And yet a growing doubt haunts the man, a feeling of futility in this warring enterprise.  Why all this death?  Clothed in his regalia, would the Spirit of God do as he does and slay these souls?
     
    He steels himself and with an almost ritualistic intonation declares: 
    "When I walked into the thick of battle, you kept me alive in the angry turmoil.  With one hand you struck my foes, with your other hand you saved me.  You've finished what you started in me.  Your love is eternal—you didn’t quit on me."  
    His face softens, reflecting on what could have been had life gone differently.  
    Touching a hand to his visor cap in a salute, the General walks off.

    Nikola Dominis

    Ideal

    By Nikola Dominis, in The Reading Room,

    poetry

    He is far away,
    many will say,
    why to fervor,
    when it’s impossible ,
    nice,
    but impossible.
     
    I tell you men
    everything is possible
    to the one who believes,
    the ideal is in you,
    believe in it.
     
    Ideal is the voice,
    the voice in your heart,
    ideal is the fervor,
    fervor that wins,
    ideal is the future,
    achievable future.
     
    The ideal is a viewpoint,
    on which we have to climb,
    ideal is a compass,
    which directs us,
    the ideal is the strength,
    which has to bear us,
    ideal is life
    which has to be lived.

    Scott Sanderson
    poetry

    Does an egret have regret?
    Can a duck lose its pluck?
    What if a gull is dull, or a sparrow, shallow?
     
    “Birds of a feather flock together”, as the saying goes.
    They fly so high into the sky. How, we know not, nor why?
    They could be looking for prey or a place to make a nest
    But maybe they spread their wings just to feel the wind and enjoy the views.
    Up there they are safe, lest an airplane into their path becomes
    Or a bullet from a far away fired gun.
     
    If I could I’d fly with the birds and leave the problems of this world below
    I’d feel the wind through my hair as upon the earth I gaze
    It would matter not where I would go,
    Just to be free and wild and bold
     
    Then maybe I would know if the egret has regrets, or if a duck could lose its pluck.
     
     
     

    Endless Perspective
    devotionals

    Interviewer to Gregory Peck:   “Considering the accomplishments of your legendary career, what do you want to be remembered for the most?”
     
    Gregory Peck to Interviwer:  “Being a good husband and father.”
     
     
     For all the day will come
     When we no longer breathe the air. 
     A day I do not walk the earth
     And have left an empty chair. 
     What was must one day step aside
     For what will come to be. 
     I walk and wonder in this world
     About what will speak of me. 
     
      Birds singing above me in the trees
     Sing from birds who sang before. 
     Creatures love the young they raise 
     Because once they were adored. 
    The sun rejoices for the moon
    By lighting up the sky.
     The moon reflects upon the sun
     Yet we never wonder why. 
     
     The things I fixed and what I’ve made
     Will all fall away. 
     Yet the words I’ve written on the heart
     Will forever stay. 
    The love my family has from me
    Will show in my daughter's daughter’s smile.
    God’s love shown through my life
    Will last more than just a while.
     
    The good seeds that we plant in life
    Will almost always grow.
    Yet the fruit which falls from those trees
    We almost always never know.
    Our light will shine through hearts we’ve loved
    Like a fire spreading fast.
    When our lives are held in God’s hand,
    Our love forever lasts.
     

    Njoku Vivian Chidinma
    devotionals

    I want to remain readers today of Luke 7: 36 - 50; the story of a woman who lived a sinful life learned that Jesus was eating at the Pharisee’s house, so she came there with an alabaster jar of perfume.
     
    The Bible states; that while he was eating, she stood behind him at his feet weeping, she began to wet his feet with her tears. Then she wiped them with her hair, kissed them and poured perfume on them. She honoured him.This action however did not please his host Simon, because the lady was know as a sinful woman.
     
    Luke 7: 39 "When the Pharisee who had invited him saw this, he said to himself, “If this man were a prophet, he would know who is touching him and what kind of woman she is—that she is a sinner.”
     
    Luke 7: 44 "Then he turned toward the woman and said to Simon, “Do you see this woman? I came into your house. You did not give me any water for my feet, but she wet my feet with her tears and wiped them with her hair. 45 You did not give me a kiss, but this woman, from the time I entered, has not stopped kissing my feet. 46 You did not put oil on my head, but she has poured perfume on my feet. Therefore, I tell you, her many sins have been forgiven—as her great love has shown. But whoever has been forgiven little loves little.”
     
    At this point I want to share something that changed my life. Lord Jesus Christ did not condemn her, He ignored the physical appearance, He did not judge her, He ignored the condemned faces of men around Him and did not condemn her. The King of Glory looked at her heart and saw a repentant lady. He commended her for receiving him warmly and told her to wipe her tears, her sins are forgiven. Before the eyes of men, her act was judgmental, before the eyes of God who sees the heart, it was service.
     
    Today's message is about a sinful woman willingly to repent, a very powerful message of redemption, a signal that no matter how low one has fallen, its never too late to turn back.
     
    Sociologist claim nothing happens without a cause. Before judging another or condemn another, find out what makes the person tick. Does condemnation correct the worst attitude?
     
    SYMPATHIZE WITH THE SINNER, as Christians we are instruments of change, Christians are stewards, the character of Jesus attracted her to Jesus. The lady who was caught in the act of adultery, when asked, Jesus replied in John 8: 6 : “All right, but let the one who has never sinned throw the first stone!” .  He who was without sin (Jesus Christ) loved sinners and did not condemn them, God of second chance. We are children of love, loved by a loved God. We are born of love, show love to others.
     
    Shalom!!!

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