Ashes, all is ashes, save the pot of oil! That chrisma and charisma in you, in your earthen vessel. The 7 seals are loosened, Open the Book and Reign on Earth.
Sought out, I sought!
When our eyes met, I conceived Seed.
Of the Man Child of my youth;
The Word that took on my flesh.
He is the Woman's Seed and the Son of Man...
Now, I travail in birth pangs!
Where is my Midwife?
Sought out, I sought!
When our eyes met, I conceived Seed.
Of the Man Child of my youth;
The Word that took on my flesh.
He is the Woman's Seed and the Son of Man...
Now, I travail in birth pangs!
Where is my Midwife?
When I joined the team that serves street kids two meals a week, they also served food in polythene bags. I was offended and volunteered to wash utensils after meals.
Am offended again, good causes must also respect our environment. This is a poorly packaged love. #OpentheBook
Last night, we visited the streets of Kampala to share some food with our people who are homeless. Only those who have slept hungry for lack of food or slept on the street before would understand the pain which these people go through every day. We thought it was important to share with them the first supper of the new year and give them words of encouragement. It is also important to raise their plight, because they end up on the streets for different reasons. Such people must be thought about as we plan and strive to build a nation where all citizens live in dignity.