There is a rasta here in Muizenberg named Barnard. He is a joy to chat with and regularly informs us that the Lord has spoken to him specifically that we are to bring him food........ we have been chosen.....
its a beautiful thing to be the "Lord's" chosen one so often. what a privilege : )
The other day after one such instance, he could barely contain his excitement. He said he didn't want to tell me what he did, but he couldn't hold it in. He said the Lord told him to pick all the weeds from our entrance, by way of showing gratitude......
I thanked him. He said; "Thank the Lord".
Beaming all the while.....
simple joys.....
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Just so I understand - what is a "rasta"?
Sounds like you guys are doing well and loving on people :-)
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