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“ A wife of noble character who can find? She is worth far more than rubies. She watches over the affairs of her household and does not eat the bread of idleness. Her children arise and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praises her: ” (Proverbs 31:10, 27,28)
Some people do ask why people pay Dowary,
I was reading my Bible and the scripture above caught my eyes. In addition to the positive feeling some people about paying of dowary. In real sense paying dowary is not like any comercial trnsaction, it is a token for love or appreciation letter. It is usually given to the parent or relatives of a girl like a thank you note. If a person also read the old testment there were few things given before Rebecca was taken. It also creat a sense of commitment if a man also work for it. I am not here to encourage anyone but to answer few questions.
It is also not good for a person to act like a don’t carer because nothing have been paid it is good to be one another’s keeper.
Thanks
Paul

I was to leave on 16th of May to Africa and will NOT be possible until further notice for details email me at paul@paulandfriends.org
Thank you for your prayers and concern.

Yours INHIM

Paul

Every Sunday afternoon, after the morning service at their church, the
Pastor and his eleven year old son would go out into their town and hand
out Gospel Tracts.

This particular Sunday afternoon, as it came time for the Pastor and his
son to go to the streets with their tracts, it was very cold outside as
well as pouring down rain. The boy bundled up in his warmest and driest
clothes and said, “OK dad, I’m ready.” His Pastor dad asked, “Ready for what?”
Dad, it’s time we gather our tracts together and go out.”
Dad responded, “Son, it’s very cold outside and it’s pouring down rain.”
The boy gave his dad a surprised look, asking “But, Dad, aren’t people
still going to Hell, even though it’s raining?”
Dad answered, “Son, I am not going out in this weather.”
Despondently, the boy asked, “Dad, can I go? Please?”
His father hesitated for a moment then said, “Son, you can go. Here are the
tracts; be careful, son.”
Thanks, Dad!” And with that, he was off and out into the rain.

This eleven year old boy walked the streets of the town going door to door
and handing everybody he met in the street a Gospel Tract.
After two hours of walking in the rain, he was soaking, bone-chilled wet
and down to his VERY LAST TRACT. He stopped on a corner and looked for
someone to hand a tract to, but the streets were totally deserted.
Then he turned toward the first home he saw – and started up the sidewalk
to the front door and rang the door bell.
He rang the bell, but nobody answered. He rang it again and again, but still
no one answered. He waited but still no answer.

Finally, this eleven year old trooper turned to leave, but something
stopped him. Again, he turned to the door and rang the bell and knocked
loudly on the door with his fist.
He waited, something holding him there on the front porch.
He rang again, and this time the door slowly opened.
Standing in the doorway was a very sad-looking elderly lady.
She softly asked, “What can I do for you, son?”
With radiant eyes and a smile that lit up her world, this little boy said,
“Ma’am, I’m sorry if I disturbed you, but I just want to tell you that
JESUS REALLY DOES LOVE YOU, and I came to give you my very last Gospel Tract, which will tell you all about JESUS and His great LOVE.”
With that, he handed her his last tract, and turned to leave. She called to
him as he departed. “Thank you, son! And God Bless You!”

Well, the following Sunday morning in church Pastor Dad was in the pulpit.
As the service began, he asked, “Does anybody have a testimony or want to
say anything?”

Slowly, in the back row of the church, an elderly lady stood to her feet.
As she began to speak, a look of glorious radiance came from her face,
“No one in this church knows me I’ve never been here before. You see, before
last Sunday I was not a Christian. My husband passed on some time ago,
leaving me totally alone in this world. Last Sunday, being a particularly
cold and rainy day, it was even more so in my heart that I came to the end
of the line where I no longer had any hope or will to live. So I took a rope and a chair an ascended the stairway into the attic of my home. I fastened the rope securely to a rafter in the roof, then stood on the chair and fastened the other end of the rope around my neck. Standing on that chair, so lonely and brokenhearted, I was about to leap off, when suddenly the loud ringing of my doorbell down- stairs startled me. I thought, “I’ll wait a minute, and whoever it is will go away.” I
waited and waited, but the ringing doorbell seemed to get louder and more
insistent, and then the person ringing also started knocking loudly. I
thought to myself again, “Who on earth could this be?! Nobody ever rings
my bell or comes to see me.” I loosened the rope from my neck and started
for the front door, all the while the bell rang louder and louder.
When I opened the door and looked I could hardly believe my eyes, for
there on my front porch was the most radiant and angelic little boy I had ever
seen in my life. His SMILE, oh, I could never describe it to you! And the words that came from his mouth caused my heart, that had long been dead, TO LEAP TO LIFE as he exclaimed with a cherub-like voice, ‘Ma’am, I just came to tell you
that JESUS REALLY DOES LOVE YOU.’ Then he gave me this Gospel Tract that I now hold in my hand. As the little angel disappeared back out into the cold and rain, I closed my door and read slowly every word of this Gospel Tract. Then I went up to my attic to get my rope and chair. I wouldn’t be needing them any more. You see, I am now a Happy Child of the KING and since the address of your church was on the back of this Gospel Tract, I have come here to personally say ‘THANK YOU’ to God’s little angel who came just in the nick of time and, by so doing, spared my soul from eternity in hell.”

There was not a dry eye in the church. And as shouts of praise and honor to
THE KING resounded off the very rafters of the building. Pastor Dad
descended from the pulpit to the front pew where the little angel was
seated. He took his son in his arms and sobbed uncontrollably.
Probably no church has had a more glorious moment, and probably this
universe has never seen a Papa that was more filled with love & honor for
his son…Except for One. This Father also allowed His Son to go out into a cold
and dark world. He received His Son back with joy unspeakable, and as all of
heaven shouted praises and honor to The King, The Father sat His beloved
Son on a throne far above all principality and power and every name that is
named.

~Author Unknown~
A friend from USA had shared this with me and I would like to share it with you as well has she had Authorised
Send this to family and friends you love. It can serve as your Gospel Tract
and you could be a soul winner for Jesus

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Paul M Manyok

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