Where sin runs deep

" Don't judge people because they sin  differently from you"  Yes we all sin, just i various ways. Some are corrupt, some kill and others lie. Maybe you don't do either of this but you keep looking at your exes photo and you are already married. Yet you judge your own sister because she has open affairs.

We are all sinners. The worst place to be is not to feel guilty. Sin should make us feel guilty so that we can confess. I came across this lovely poem that talks about grace and sin..... Reflect

The Valley of Vision

Lord, high and holy, meek and lowly,

Thou hast brought me to the valley of vision,
where I live in the depths but see thee in the heights;
hemmed in by mountains of sin I behold thy glory.
that the way down is the way up,
that to be low is to be high,
that the broken heart is the healed heart,
that the contrite spirit is the rejoicing spirit,
that the repenting soul is the victorious soul,
that to have nothing is to possess all,
that to bear the cross is to wear the crown,
that to give is to receive,
that the valley is the place of vision.
and the deeper the wells the brighter thy stars shine;
thy life in my death,
thy joy in my sorrow,
thy grace in my sin,
thy riches in my poverty
thy glory in my valley

Let me learn by paradox

Lord, in the daytime stars can be seen from deepest wells,

Let me find thy light in my darkness,

[Amen]

The Love Affair Part 1

This goes as far as when she was six years or eight  years there about.. Form when she learnt to read. She read the word USA not as abbreviations but "usa". Her earliest memories with this love of her life are the ones she holds dearest...


It was raining outside... the kind of rain that sends little girls  in the village running for shelter and the young boys eager to get a mud puddle so that they can slide in it and afterwards get a beating... But not her. All she wants is to go to the outside toilet. She learnt a new word for it.. its the latrine... Its clean... Often she goes inside while her cat waits outside for her to finish her business. Today its raining and she cant wait to go to the latrine.. This latrine is her special place. She connects with the past and etches images of the future in her little mind. She sees her mothers handwriting the her past books hang on the wall as "toilet paper". She imagines her.. A proud schoolteacher, an avid reader, a beautiful woman plucked from the world at her prime.She reads her stories and some words she cant understand but she finds them beautiful. She loves the smell of both the pages of the books, old newspapers and anything with ink from a pen. Her young mind drinks from it eagerly


She reads newspapers and is filled with awe... She fails to understand why America is fighting in middle east.She does not understand the distant lands and the famous people but words... words fascinate her. She travels the wold back and forth untill she realises she has kept the cat waiting outside for too long, the rain has long stopped and her business is finished.




That is how she began her love for books.