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A candid shot taken at the "Cycling Day" , a cycling event organized by Decathlon today (April 27, 2014). A very well organized event. We cycled and participated in other activities too. It was great fun. Highly recommended for families (with/without kids). Bangaloreans watch out for the next event next month.
Editing : I am feeling Lucky.
yeah...dumb question. But that was not what Jesus chose.
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Come with me to the hill of Calvary. Watch as the soldiers shove the carpenter to the ground and stretch his arms against the beams. Jesus turns his face toward the nail just as the soldier lifts the hammer to strike it! Couldn’t Jesus have stopped him? With a flex of bicep, a clench of the fist, he could have resisted. But the moment isn’t aborted. Why? Why didn’t Jesus resist?
As the soldier pressed his arm, Jesus saw a nail—yes. He saw the soldier’s hand—yes. But he saw something else. A long list of our lusts and lies and greedy moments and prodigal years. A list of our sins. He knew the price of those sins was death. He knew the source of those sins was you. And he couldn’t bear the thought of eternity without you. He chose the nails!
From On Calvary’s Hill. - Max Lucado-
When i hear that song ,it's coming good memories . Before me and my wife , we was looking that movie one time in a year . It was my wife favorite movie...
So if the Son sets you free, you will be free indeed. John 8:36
Religious Liberty
Ron Boyd MacMillan is a perceptive communicator. He writes for the next two days:
As my plane touched down after a trip to the Middle East, I breathed a big sigh of relief. I was back where I did not have to watch my back, be careful what I said, or where I went. Whew. I was back in a country that had religious freedom. I prayed to God, “Thank you for the men and women who fought to bring me this freedom. Thank God they won.”
Then two incidents happened one after the other that made me think again.
I was at an art exhibition and looking at a painting entitled, Man startled on a horse. I sought out the artist and said, “Was that the Apostle Paul on the Damascus road you were depicting?” I thought he would be pleased I had figured it out.
But he looked horrified, and glancing around he hissed, “For goodness sake keep quiet. Do you want me to get labeled as a religious artist? I’d never sell another painting if that happened.”
Then I was talking to a priest in charge of a large church in my
city. His church had just received a large sum of money from the state for the refurbishment of a church hall. Then he said, “Well, we had to sign an agreement that the church would be available for everyone of any religion, and that we would not try to convert anyone. But we were happy to do that. We just want to be a community resource.”
Suddenly I became aware that I had to fight for religious liberty in my own country. I had thought that because certain toleration laws were in place, I was safe.
But no, it was clear from the artist that to admit one’s Christian faith in a public context was professional suicide.
How did my society suddenly get so prejudiced?
And look at the priest blithely giving up his right to evangelize, without a thought to the long-term cost. Who was asking him to refrain from evangelizing? And how could he be so unaware of the freedom he just signed away?
-Open Doors-
a good sport & flickr friend drawn by me! I used 3 adorable selfies as reference and tried my hardest to capture his charming characteristics.