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Pretending


Psalm 126:5-6 

5 Those who shed tears as they plant
will shout for joy when they reap the harvest.
6 The one who weeps as he walks along, carrying his bag of seed,
will certainly come in with a shout of joy, carrying his sheaves of grain.

 

God never enlists people

in His mighty army.

He just simply sends

The one He wants at the time.

Through the Holy Spirit

He effectively directs them

and so His will is ever done

in touches of sublime.

 

One of the greatest failures

in the ministry today

is that man comes to work

instead of being sent.

They follow their own reason,

thoughts and their own wishes

as the Holy Spirit’s whisper

is lost in an array of pretense.

 

Jan Wienen

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