No, I’m not from the primitive backwaters of civilization in a third world undertopia. I am from the USA, college educated, not controlled by narrow-minded overbearing bigoted parents. They were never like that or expressed opinions on arranged marriages when they were alive. According to the Holy Scriptures they are now sleeping in Jesus awaiting the resurrection of the just so I cannot ask advice of them now, although I wish I could.[1]

For a parent I have only my Heavenly Father to inquire of now. I know He will guide me because He promises to guide all who follow Him with sincere hearts.[2]

THE PROMISE

Malachi 3:8-10

 

“Will a man rob God?  Yet you have robbed Me!  But you say, ‘In what way have we robbed You?’  In tithes and offerings.You are cursed with a curse,For you have robbed Me, Even this whole nation.  10 Bring all the tithes into the storehouse, That there may be food in My house, And try Me now in this,” Says the Lordof hosts, “If I will not open for you the windows of heaven And pour out for you such blessing that there will not be room enough to receive it.

 

THE PRACTICE

It was this scripture that caused me to make a commitment to pay my tithes and offerings no matter what else was going on.  Soon after I made this commitment, I was tested.

 

Help in Daily Living

There is an eloquence far more powerful than the eloquence of words in the quiet, consistent life of a pure, true Christian. What a man is has more influence than what he says.

The officers who were sent to Jesus came back with the report that never man spoke as He spoke. But the reason for this was that never man lived as He lived. Had His life been other than it was, He could not have spoken as He did. His words bore with them a convincing power, because they came from a heart pure and holy, full of love and sympathy, benevolence and truth.

Sometimes, in the divine drama of destiny, God’s providence takes weeks or months or years to prepare us for a life-changing event. So it was that for about two weeks past, like never before, on the way to work, on the way home, even on the way to prayer meeting, smoke had been in my face. When I got on the train, when I got off the train, when I got on the bus and when I got off, there it was, the acrid irritating scent of tobacco that clings to clothes and seems to surround the soul and follow you. Smelly smoke. You know, the kind of smoke that slithers snake-like through the atmosphere and like a boa constrictor wraps itself around your neck trying to choke the very life out of you! Oh for a breath of fresh air!

It was a clear violation of my personal space. This viper had no respect for the three foot rule. No! It was in my face, around my neck, in my mouth, a serpentine intrusion spewing it’s venom into my nostrils and polluting my very breath.

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