My Dream

2/14/2010 6:53:36 AM
MY DREAM:

I had a very pleasant dream this morning. I was being bad. I was sinning. I was doing all the evils of society.

During this time, Jesus, came to me and asked me why are you abusing my temple? I didn’t realize that we a temples of God. So it was a very good dream.

GOD IS GOOD! We Christians are temples of GOD.

Happy Valentines Day. Sally & I went to see “OKLAHOMA” at John’s old High School, Topeka West, last night. Damion P. was the lead. The family attends our church here at OSLC.

I’m not much into musicals.

I’m also not a very romantic.

OH WELL..


myron@myownfaith2.com

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  1. myownfaith2December 6, 2020 at 6:06 PM

    Shame on you for not being somewhat romantic. You are romantic in your own way though. SJH

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