28/06/2025
Everybody here is a good neighbor.
They don't quarrel over where to hang their clothes, park their cars, lock their gates.
No one here is shouting at their neighbors for playing loud music. Nobody makes noise here.
In this place there is no competition.
Nobody is buying the latest suits and gowns.
The latest brand of car doesn't make sense here.
Nobody here knows what is happening to the money in their bank accounts, the clothes in their hangers, their wives, husbands and children.
This place is reserved for everyone including you and I that are reading this post.
Everybody owns a piece of land here.
I was at the cemetery today for the burial of a loved one and took this picture.
I told one of our people that this is where the pride of man ends.
"Do you know who I am"? This is who you are; nothing but dust. You look at people and treat them like trash.
You dress nicely and walk like your legs won't touch ground, it all ends here one day.
Wether you like it or not one day, everyone will end here. But the big question is, where will you go when you're done and gone from this world?
When you breathe your last breath, where will your spirit go to? Are you sure of resting in peace in heaven or roasting in hell?
Wether you believe in the existence of Heaven and hell or not, it doesn't change anything. When your spirit disappears from your body of clay, you will know wether they are real or not.
Make your ways right with your God
Repent from your sin and seek forgiveness now.
Live in peace with all men and holiness now.
Let me leave you with this question: WHEN LAST DID YOU THINK THAT ONE DAY, YOU WILL DIE?
