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FAITH My mother always done her best she made me grow up attending Church. Where the Bible taught Jesus was a fisherman but fails to mention walleyes, trout or perch. I learned of faith and God's Commandments and powers of miracles and prayer. Also of Beatitudes and God's Disciples who followed His footsteps everywhere. Of Issac who loved the wilderness whosoever loved fish, fowl and venison. A believer who passed the lore of fishing and bowhunting values to his son. Also of Christianity and a righteous God who delivered each of us from sin. How He frowned on all hypocrisy despising sinful, "God fearing men." So I never leaned on God much I minimized my meager demands. Never losing faith in His guiding hand, I tried quietly to honor His commands. "Why are ye fearful, O ye of little faith?" I read where Jesus once did ask. I answered, "I never fear my friend, my God, I just never choose that hypocritic mask." |
Additional Notes:
My dear mother (God rest her soul!) always said, "Only a non-believer
of God has something to fear from Him, a true believer has nothing to
fear from God."
I wrote this several years ago after she died, but for some unknown
reason felt like posting it today.
Also for you many critics who are seemingly unaware, He/Him/His are
spelled correctly (in uppercase) when referring directly to God.
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