Drinking Poison


I wrote to the church, but Diotrephes, who loves to have the preeminence among them, does not receive us.
3 John 9

Actress Carrie Fisher got it right when she said, “Resentment is like drinking poison and waiting for the other person to die.” Resentment eats away at our joy. It is a thief that must be removed from the premises of our hearts. Resentment caused Cain to kill Abel, enraged Saul against David, pitted Jonah against the people of Nineveh, caused Herodias to seek John’s head on a platter, prompted Judas to betray Jesus, and bedeviled Paul by those who resented his prominence.

The apostle John, too, faced resentment from those who wanted to feel self-important. In the little book of 3 John, we have thumbnail profiles of three men. The first, Gaius, was known for his generosity (verses 1-8). The last, Demetrius, was known for his good testimony (verses 12-14). But between the two was Diotrephes (verses 9-11) who resented John and wouldn’t let him minister in his church. Imagine! Turning away the venerable apostle John! That’s what resentment will do to you.

Do you harbor any resentment toward another person? Confess it to God and let Him wash the poison from your heart. Let His love rule the day.

[God] bears no grudges. The Lord would not have His people harbor resentments, and in His own course of action He sets them a grand example.
Charles Haddon Spurgeon

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In Memory of my dad


I was working on this when my dad was really sick. I never got a chance to complete it because the application license ran out. My father has since passed away, but every time I hear this tune, it brings back memories of his struggle with COPD.

Love you dad.

Five Finger Death Punch: Wrong side of heaven


If this song doesn’t move you….. nothing will. Next time you see a veteran… think about the sacrifices that they have made.

Song dedicated to all the war veterans of this world

Since

“One mans freedom is another mans Tyranny”


 “Wrong Side Of Heaven”

I spoke to God today, and she said that she’s ashamed.
What have I become, what have I done?
I spoke to the Devil today, and he swears he’s not to blame.
And I understood, cause I feel the same.
Arms wide open, I stand alone.
I’m no hero, and I’m not made of stone.
Right or wrong, I can hardly tell.
I’m on the wrong side of heaven, and the righteous side of hell.
The wrong side of heaven, and the righteous side, righteous side of hell.
I heard from God today, and she sounded just like me.
What have I done, and who have I become.
I saw the Devil today, and he looked a lot like me.
I looked away, I turned away!
Arms wide open, I stand alone.
I’m no hero, and I’m not made of stone.
Right or wrong, I can hardly tell.
I’m on the wrong side of heaven, and the righteous side of hell.
The wrong side of heaven, and the righteous side, the righteous side of hell.
I’m not defending, downward descending,
Falling further and further away!
Getting closer every day!

I’m getting closer every day, to the end.
To the end, the end, the end,
I’m getting closer every day!

Arms wide open, I stand alone.
I’m no hero, and I’m not made of stone.
Right or wrong, I can hardly tell.
I’m on the wrong side of heaven, and the righteous side of hell.
The wrong side of heaven, and the righteous side of hell.
The wrong side of heaven, and the righteous side, the righteous side of hell.

Are you a Monster or a Hero ?


My life is a constant struggle between the demons that haunt me  (trust me, they are more than a handful) and the alter ego that torments me. I guess all of us go through that, but we plaster our faces with the proverbial “I am great, how are you doing?” laconic gesture.

When I used to work in some quarters, I hated the dreaded “How are you doing?” inquiry. For one, my immediate response to that would be “what do you care?” but being part of the so called civilized society, I would give the usual humdrum reply. The reply has to be    ” I am doing great!!!”, not “OK” or “Fine” or “getting by”…. because that would be met by an equally rapid fire question to the tune of “what happened?”

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