Home alone and sentenced to a daily cocktail of drugs, the sight of the man I knew in school as one of those born again seniors, was the needed relief from stifling boredom. The solution he promised was good music although I really didn?t understand what he believed then. He asked me to kneel and prayed that I be healed in Jesus name. That was the end of that sickness.

?But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed? ? Isaiah 53: 5 (KJV)

He is still healing today.
Let the Son shine in your heart daily.

By, Nosa Owens-Ibie,
Thursday, August 04, 2005.

Emailed Thursday, July 19, 2007 (by Osamudiamen)