Why don’t I get Blessed?

One of the things people think about often is why they don’t get blessed by God. They say, I am a Christian, why don’t I get blessed? To start off with, you don’t need to be a Christian to be blessed. Crooks seem blessed and Christlike are blessed. You say,

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NO CHRISTMAS FOR PAYATAS

In this world there are many Charlatans but those who exploit children for  greed and profit are perhaps the worst violators . Here are a bunch of facts concerning various companies and notable people. Let’s see with what conclusion you will arrive. Note: To date, no one has been brought

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Invest in Maynilad???

I believe that investing in a Corporation takes more then looking at their balance sheets. It takes knowing the Companies Mission, if it goes along with your way of thinking and does it live up to it’s goals. I met again with my friendly Maynilad representatives and although it is

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No Relief From Maynilad

Solutions? The other day three men visited me from Maynilad. They all were nicely dressed in their Maynilad polos and were actually, very nice people. It stops there. Other than it being a friendly conversation, nothing was accomplished. They came armed with maps of the area and proceeded to tell

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Reading Writing and ripped off

Going to School in Payatas In the U.S. children dress up in their new school clothes or uniforms, have a nutritious breakfast, grab their new school supplies and leave for school. Some get rides from their parents, some walk if it’s close or take school buses. Unlike one part of

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Is There Hope for Payatas?

Is there Hope for Payatas? The land of Payatas is so far physically and even further emotionally from where most people reside. It is a place of steaming trash, foodless shacks and children begging for their needs. When I first came here it was to marry a local girl and

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There is no comparison

As a child I remember being told I could not go outside the gate where we lived. It was too dangerous. I lived in a place called Bedford Stuyvesant which at the time was a pretty rough place to live. I remember going to the store with my brother and

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Isn’t it Ironic?

I can’t help but think of those black tie affairs. The beautifully attired men and women eating fillet Mignon and lobster while washing it down with Dom Pérignon. All this as they are raising money to help the poor get sacks of rice to eat. Now before you say anything,

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