The Pastor who taught the Married About Prayer (as posted by E.Maweu)

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TAUGHT THE MARRIED ABOUT PRAYER*
Benson and his wife don’t sit next to each other during Church services.
Even when going to Church services, they go in different vehicles; and when they travel in the same car, it is usually a very quiet and uncomfortable ride.
Benson sat at his usual spot in the Church service; the fourth line on the far left row. His wife sat on the center row.
The Pastor took to the podium.
*”Husbands, stop wasting your time praying”* the Pastor began.
The congregants got alarmed. No one expects to hear a pastor saying prayer is a waste of time.
I am not here to discourage you to pray, but to encourage you to pray right.
Husbands, stop wasting your time praying if you are not treating your wives well.
The Word says that when you treat your wife badly, it hinders your prayers. Men, you claim to be prayerful.
You come to church driving your expensive cars, giving your offerings and tithes, active in Church, some of you are Church leaders; but how are you treating your wife?
You may look good to us Church members, but it is your wife and children that know who you truly are” said the Pastor.
Benson turned to face his wife. She looked at him. Benson could see her eyes.
Her left eye swollen from the blow he gave her last week when she confronted him about his alcoholism, pornography use and mischievous behavior.
People couldn’t tell she had a black eye because of the make up she had on, so well done.
The Pastor continued, “People have perfected the art of cover up. Here in Church, so many are hurting but you wouldn’t know.
People come here wearing their nice clothes, shiny smiles, they are active in ministry but hurting a lot in their marriage. 
“We have become numb and plastic, brushing things under the carpet. But today we shall heal; and shall address those wounds we hide.”
The Pastor cleared his throat and continued, “Many of those who are hurting their spouses are using the church to hide. 
They think that because they give offering s and tithes, because they make public prayers, because they read the Word or because they hold a Church leadership position that they are right with God. God is also interested in what you do in your marriage and in your family. 
“Your first ministry is your home. Stop trying to blackmail God with your service in Church yet you are mean and hurtful towards your spouse.”
Many of the members of the congregation got restless and unsettled.
The Pastor continued, “Many of those who are being hurt by their spouse hide their pain and want to project an image that all is well to validate that they are blessed and in control.
Some of you are active in Church to run away from the pain in your marriages”.
The congregation was silent. Some straightening their ties, others fidgeting with their Bibles, adjusting their sitting position. 
This pastor was preaching truth and it was uncomfortable.
The Pastor continued, “The husbands are not the only ones guilty here… Wives, don’t you know the Word says when your husband found you he found good virtuous woman and you brought favour? 
Then why are you the source of your husband’s headache and stress? Have you been so toxic that you have turned your prayerful husband into a prayer-less one? 
Do you make him regret marrying you because you bring more complications than he had before marrying you?
How you treat your husband can be a stumbling block in his walk with God or an environment that encourages growth. 
Many of you wives married your individual husbands primarily because of their relationship with God, so why are you now destroying their relationship with God instead of celebrating and nurturing it? 
Why are you being a burden to your husband emotionally, spiritually, socially, sexually and financially instead of being one who brings favour?”
Benson’s wife looked at her husband. Benson looked at her, and she looked away.
The Pastor paused to drink his glass of water.
The Pastor continued, “When I am thirsty, I drink a glass of water.
When your spouse gets thirsty, will you allow God to use you to bless your spouse? 
You’ve been told many sermons that focus on you as an individual, that God will make you prosper as an individual.
I am here to tell you your blessings are tied to people, you are blessed to be a blessing to others. Our God is not an individualistic God.
Your blessing is tied to your marriage, your family. It’s not about you; it is about Jesus and Jesus is about love. 
What good is it to prosper and be successful when you have no love? It is all vanity.
God cares about your family, how you treat your spouse and children”
Silence.
“Yes, we pray. But what kind of prayers does your spouse pray because of you?
When your spouse prays, is it largely to cry to God because of the hurt you bring?
Is it to plead with God to change you from the monster you’ve become? 
Is it to plead for grace to deal with how difficult you are? Or is to give thanks for you?”
Silence.
“Are you really prayerful? Do you really value prayer?
Then why is it that many of you find it easy to come to us pastors for us to pray with you as an individual, you find it is easy to pray in public, in a Church service or Bible study, but find it so hard to pray with your spouse? 
Isn’t that telling of what is going on in your marriage? Don’t you know that the more you pray with your spouse the stronger your marriage will be? 
But how can you find it easy to pray with a spouse you hurt or who hurts you?”
The Pastor paused and looked at the congregation. Eyes staring at him.
“I challenge you. I challenge you to pray with your spouse and to treat your spouse well.
Husbands, you are the head of the home. I challenge you to stand up and go to where your wife is and pray with her as a start of a more prayerful chapter in your marriage.
Don’t do it because I asked you to but because you want to. Your choice”
One by one, the husbands present stood up.
Benson stood up too. 
Benson walked to where his wife was. 
The face of Benson’s wife overwhelmed with love, she looked on as her husband walked to her. 
She almost stood up but he gave hand gestures at her to stay seated.
Benson reached where she sat. Their eyes met.
Benson knelt down. He stared at her then kissed her swollen left eye.
“I am sorry” he said.
“Can I pray with you?” He asked.
She got up from her seat and knelt down too.
There, on the floor as the Church service was still ongoing, husbands prayed with their wives. 
Benson prayed kneeling with his wife.
They prayed for forgiveness, for thanksgiving, for love, for renewal, for peace, for direction; for their marriage.
Marriages were healed. 
If You have been blessed by this message please share. You might just be saving a marriage at the verge of being broken.​

Redeemer

Who taught the sunWhere to stand in the morning

And who told the ocean

You can only come this far

And who showed the moon

Where to hide till evening

Whose words alone can

Catch a falling star
Well I know my Redeemer lives

I know my Redeemer lives

All of creation testifies

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This life within me cries

I know my Redeemer lives

Yeah
The very same God

That spins things in orbit

Runs to the weary

The worn and the weak

And the same gentle hands

That hold me when I’m broken

They conquer death to bring me victory
Now I know my Redeemer lives

I know my Redeemer lives

Let all creation testify

Let this life within me cry

I know my Redeemer
He lives to take away my shame

And He lives forever I’ll proclaim

That the payment for my sin

Was the precious life He gave

But now He’s alive and there’s an empty grave
And I know my Redeemer, He lives

I know my Redeemer lives

Let all creation testify

Let this life within me cry
I know my Redeemer

I know my Redeemer lives

I know my Redeemer lives

I know that, I know that, I know that, I know that, I know

I know my Redeemer lives

(Because He lives I can face tomorrow)

He lives, I know, I know, I know.

He lives

(I spoke with Him this morning.)
He lives.

(The tomb is empty)

He lives.

(I’ve got to tell everybody)

GRUNCH of Giants

Gross Universal CASH Heist!

I was convinced in 1927 that humanity’s most fundamental survival problems could never be solved by politics. Nineteen twentyseven was the year when a human first flew alone across an ocean in one day.(In 1944, the DC-4 started flying secret war-ferryings across both the Atlantic and Pacific oceans. In 1961, jet airliners put the ocean passenger ships out of business. In 1981, the world-around airlines flew over a billion and a half scheduled passenger miles and carried hundreds of millions of ton-miles of freight.) This was the obvious beginning of the swift integration of all humanity, groups of whose members for all their previous millions of years on

planet Earth had been so remotely deployed from one another that they existed as separate nations with ways of life approximately unknown to one another. It was obvious that the integration would require enormous amounts of energy. It was obvious that the fossil fuels were exhaustible. It was obvious that a minority of selfish humans would organize themselves to exploit the majority’s transitional dilemmas. I was convinced that within the twentieth century,
all of humanity on our planet would enter a period of total crisis. I could see that there was an alternative to politics and its ever more wasteful, warring, and inherently vain attempts to solve one-sidedly all humanity’s basic economic and social problems.Source: GRUNCH of Giants

Kyle Maynard’s

Born with half arms, half legs. His life has always been that of a sportsperson – competitive.

Always starting from the space – ‘I don’t know‘, he has moved on to literaly conquer mountains

Scaling technical mountains like Mt.Antagua  in Argentina to Uhuru peak Africa’s highest point.

Working with what he has, he lives a wholesome normal life making use of everyday modern gadgets to keep in touch with others

Meet

Kyle Maynard who has used what life handed him to live an extra ordinary life.

The Day I Met the Old Fisherman

Our house was directly across the street from the Hopkins Hospital in Baltimore. We lived downstairs and rented the upstairs rooms to out patients at the clinic. One summer evening as I was fixing supper, there was a knock at the door. I opened it to see a truly awful looking fellow. He was an old fisherman.

“Why, he’s hardly taller than my eight-year-old,” I thought as I stared at the stooped, shriveled body. But the appalling thing was his face, it was lopsided from swelling, red and raw. Yet his voice was pleasant as he said, “Good evening. I’ve come to see if you’ve a room for just one night. I came for a treatment this morning from the eastern shore, and there’s no bus ’til morning.”

The fisherman told me he’d been hunting for a room since noon but with no success, no one seemed to have a room. “I guess it’s my face…I know it looks terrible, but my doctor says with a few more treatments…”

For a moment I hesitated, but his next words convinced me: “I could sleep in this rocking chair on the porch. My bus leaves early in the morning.” I told him we would find him a bed, but to rest on the porch.

I went inside and finished getting supper. When we were ready, I asked the old fisherman if he would join us “No thank you. I have plenty.” And he held up a brown paper bag. When I had finished the dishes, I went out on the porch to talk with him a few minutes.

It didn’t take a long time to see that this old man had an over sized heart crowded into that tiny body. He told me he fished for a living to support his daughter, her five children, and her husband, who was hopelessly crippled from a back injury.

He didn’t tell it by way of complaint; in fact, every other sentence was prefaced with a thanks to God for a blessing. He was grateful that no pain accompanied his disease, which was apparently a form of skin cancer. He thanked God for giving him the strength to keep going, and still allowing him to fish.

A Lesson Learned from the Old Fisherman

At bedtime, we put a camp cot in the children’s room for him.   When I got up in the morning, the bed linens were neatly folded and the little man was out on the porch. He refused breakfast, but just before he left for his bus, haltingly, as if asking a great favor, he said, “Could I please come back and stay the next time I have a treatment? I won’t put you out a bit. I can sleep fine in a chair.”

He paused a moment and then added, “Your children made me feel at home. Grownups are bothered by my face, but children don’t seem to mind.” I told him he was welcome to come again.

On his next trip he arrived a little after seven in the morning. As a gift, he brought a big fish and a quart of the largest oysters I had ever seen. He said he had shucked them that morning before he left so that they’d be nice and fresh. I knew his bus left at 4:00 a.m. and I wondered what time he had to get up in order to do this for us.

In the years he came to stay overnight with us there…

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