Karma
Posted on: June 10, 2009
Most people have heard of Karma but have little understanding of what that means.
So what does it mean?
As I am sure a lot of you know Karma means ‘action’.
That is the literal translation of the word. For every action there is another action.
This is the Law of Cause and Effect that Karma is all about, and is what we mean when we say the word karma most of the time.
Karma is pretty much the Law of Cause and Effect.
Every action or thought we do or have has an effect.
This is inescapable.
The Law of Cause and Effect is Absolute and is working in just about everything we do.
In fact everything that we have happen to us is a result of our Karma.
We either have Good karma or bad karma.
What would you rather happen to you?
Good or bad.
All sane people only want Good to happen to them.
We live in an intelligent Creation.
God’s Law is Absolute.
He knows just exactly what you are doing and why.
So you can’t cheat.
In case you’re wondering karma is also in the Bible.
It states “As you sow, so must you reap.”
This is stating the Law of Karma.
If you do bad things they will come back to haunt you, but there is a way of nullifying or avoiding the ‘negative’ effects of karma.
This is through Love.
Karma also explains why bad things happen to ‘good’ people.
They are not really good at all and are just reaping what they have sowed in this or previous lifetimes.
The Big Rocks of Life
Posted on: June 1, 2009
One day, an expert in time management was speaking to a group of business students and, to drive home a point, used an illustration those students will never forget. As he stood in front of the group of high-powered overachievers he said, “Okay, time for a quiz?”, and he pulled out a one-gallon, wide-mouth Mason jar and set it on the table in front of him.
He also produced about a dozen fist-sized rocks and carefully placed them, one at a time, into the jar. When the jar was filled to the top and no more rocks would fit inside, he asked, “Is this jar full?”.
Everyone in the class yelled, Yes! The time management expert replied, “Really?”. He reached under the table and pulled out a bucket of gravel. He dumped some gravel in and shook the jar causing pieces of gravel to work themselves down into the spaces between the big rocks.
He then asked the group once more, “Is the jar full?” By this time the class was on to him. “Probably not”, one of them answered. Good! he replied. He reached under the table and brought out a bucket of sand. He started dumping the sand in the jar and it went into all of the spaces left between the rocks and the gravel.
Once more he asked the question, “Is this jar full?” “No!” the class shouted. Once again he said, Good! Then he grabbed a pitcher of water and began to pour it in until the jar was filled to the brim.
He looked at the class and asked, “What is the point of this illustration?” One eager student raised his hand and said, “The point is, no matter how full your schedule is, if you try really hard you can always fit some more things in it!”.
“No”, the speaker replied, that’s not the point. “The truth is, this illustration teaches us that if you don’t put the big rocks in first, you’ll never get them in at all.”
“What are the ‘big rocks’ in your life, time with your loved ones, your faith, your education, your dreams, a worthy cause, teaching or mentoring others. Remember to put these ‘big rocks’ in first or you’ll never get them in at all.”
So, tonight, or in the morning, when you are reflecting on this short story, ask yourself this question – What are the ‘big rocks’ in my life Then, put those in your jar first.
My Auto Biography!
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My mum was 8 months pregnant.
Yes , yes she was expectin me
But good things doesn’t come that easily so, one day while my mum was comin bak frm sumwhere, while steppin out of da DTC bus, she fell dwn and fractured her left leg
Since then all da tym she tells me dat I had been a
much before I ws born
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Anyways, it was da morning of May and my mum ws in pain.
She knew it ws tym to rush to da hospital as it ws her second tym.
I ws goin to be born soon, da lil’ devil
Mum was taken to da labor room
Papa & Bro waitin outside for da gud news.
Every second felt like an hour to them.
Heart pounding faster n faster.
Would it be a gal child/wouldd it be a boy child ?
Is everythin okay inside?
__________________
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My father wanted a gal child coz he already had a son. In between all these thoughts a nurse came rushin towards him, wid a big fat smile on her face… it’s a gal, it’s a gurl!
Yes, yes I ws BORN….on this big day of May
It had rained heavily that day, probably God ws all in tears to loose one of his lil’ sweeties……
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I dont know what to do with myself
I just dont know what to do with myself
I dont know what to do with myself
planning everything for two
doing everything with you
and now that were through
I just dont know what to do
I just dont know what to do with myself
I dont know what to do with myself
movies only make me sad
parties make me feel as bad
cause Im not with you
I just dont know what to do
like a summer rose
needs the sun and rain
I need your sweet love
to beat love away
well I dont know what to do with myself
just dont know what to do with myself
planning everything for two
doing everything with you
and now that were through
I just dont know what to do
like a summer rose
needs the sun and rain
I need your sweet love
to beat love away
I just dont know what to do with myself
just dont know what to do with myself
just dont know what to do with myself
I dont know what to do with myself
The Difference Between a “Gate” and a “Door”
God has been ministering to my heart about the “Gate”.
A gate is not the same thing as a “Door”. You can kick down a door easily, even if it is locked up securely, you can find a way to knock it down. But a “Gate” is much stronger.
When I think of a gate I think of more security and more authority. Think about the gates of the fortresses in days of old, they were not just “doorways” they were “Gated” with strength and then you had to walk through a huge bricked tunnel to get into the city through another “Gate”. So, I hear the Spirit of the Lord saying that we can open doors on our own, but he is the one who opens the “Gates” and in this year he has opened the “Gates” that have beenbarricaded.
And now is the time. He has had a people on the back side of the mountain with him. He has been preparing them and holding them back for such a time as this. An obscure people, people that no one thought would amount to anything. The little,” no ones”. For he know that these will walk through the “Gates” humbly. I can see him with a huge key, a key of “Destiny” a Master key that fits all locks and he has opened ever gate that has been shut. Gates that we thought we would never or could never walk through.
But we are rising up and hearing the voice of our Father saying “Rise Up, Come Up Hither and Walk Through Your Gates today
Have A Bless Day
Time and Place
Posted on: February 11, 2009
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Time and Place
Will somehow find
a way to shine
if sometime seems
it’s out of time?
Sometimes might be
better found
with the minutes
ticking round.
If you find some
times you’re scared,
remember Jesus
has always cared.
He will somehow
sometimes true
allow something’s
to be with you.
So when sometime
shows its face,
remember it has
time and place.
— By Bill Pearce
I Refuse to be Discouraged…
Posted on: February 10, 2009
I refuse to be discouraged,
To be sad, or to cry;
I refuse to be downhearted,
and here’s the reason why:
I have a God who’s mighty,
Who’s sovereign and supreme;
I have a God who loves me,
and I am on His team.
He is all-wise and powerful.
Jesus is His name;
Though everything is changeable,
My God remains the same.
My God knows all that’s happening;
Beginning to the end;
His presence is my comfort;
He is my dearest Friend.
When sickness comes to weaken me,
To bring my head down low,
I call upon my mighty God;
Into His arms I go.
When circumstances threaten
to rob me of my peace;
He draws me close unto His breast,
Where all my strivings cease.
When my heart melts within me,
and weakness takes control;
He gathers me into His arms,
He soothes my heart and soul.
The great “I AM” is with me.
My life is in His hand;
The “Son of the Lord” is my hope,
It’s in His strength I stand.
I refuse to be defeated,
My eyes are on my God;
He has promised to be with me,
as through this life I trod.
I’m looking past all my circumstances,
To Heaven’s throne above;
My prayers have reached the heart of God
I’m resting in His love.
I give God thanks in everything.
My eyes are on His face;
The battle’s His, the victory mine;
He’ll help me win the race.
Greatest Secret of Life
Posted on: February 9, 2009
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One of the greatest secrets of life is,
having Patience and Wisdom…
Paradise found…
Posted on: February 8, 2009
Paradise found…
I stroll
leisurely across
green grassy meadows,
feeling my feet sink into thick
soft luscious green cushion with every
step I take. I taste the warm sun upon
my skin, and wend my down to the soft
bubbling brook, which then glides gently,
meandering quietly into the forest ahead.
Canopied with outstretched arms
of verdant green, entwining and caressing,
like snakes in a courtship dance, swaying gently
to breeze blowing silently through them, I enter this
haven, a temple of perfect peace, a shelter to cool me from the morning sun.
Here I find relief beneath this creation of God.
Natures hand has played a roll, and as I wind my way around
obstacles that lay in my path, I notice, that within these fallen
trees, with burrowed holes, if I look closely enough, I find, nestling
creatures who have found their sanctuary here from roving eyes like mine.
Vegetation of emerald green, pulpy and plush, reach out and touch me as I
walk by. All this beauty that lies in my wake, I am lost, in Paradise found. I sit
myself down beneath an enormous forest fern, and dangle my feet into the cool
flowing crystal clear stream, that has coursed its way into the heart of Paradise.
I sit and contemplate a while, on serenity found.
Overhead I hear the soft melodic bird calls, and a flutter of wings
as these multicoloured creations fly from tree to tree. The soft whirring
sound, of butterfly wings, the shrill of the cicadas, which live in the trees.
All of this beauty, which soothes my tired senses.
Tiredness overwhelms me, and I lay back on a soft green moss carpet,
relaxing my body and mind, suddenly my eyes catch a glimpse of a prism
of light, barely peeping through a minute gap in this heavenly canopy.
My eyes follow the streak of glistening light, and it comes to
rest upon an autumnal coloured carpet, of red, yellow
and ochre of the fallen
leaves, that now
lay piled, creating the
mulches to fertilize
the new undergrowth,
which in time, will grow,
and may become the
majestic ones I now see.
© E. Bretton
Life Is Colorful 
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