Friend

Friend


I have a friend.
When am poor he comforts me.
When am rich he rejoices with me.
When i am down he lifts me up.

He comforts me in times of pain.
He believes in me when none does.
He's loves me and there's nothing i can do about it.

Never he failed to rescue me.
Never he fail to tide me through the trials.
Never he forgets me for others.

He is a friend of the poor;
of those poor in the spirits;
poor in relationship;
poor with love;
not only a friend but a saviour

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This friend promised me companionship for eternal, he promised me rest and peace
which i could seek refuge in times of trials.
Not only he's concern about success, he's even more concern when we fall.
A friend of the poor is his specialty,
whatever poverty he will tide you through.

This friend of mine is dead!
Dead in our transgressions so that he can be risen to be with us forever.
This friend of mine is interested to befriend people from all walks of life.

Are you interested to befriend this great friend of mine?

Home or Hotel?

Home or Hotel? I do always think about this at time.
I realise that now home now can sometimes be of just functionality to me. As sad as it may sound, What purpose does my home serves me?

1. Bathe
2. Sleep
3. Tv
4. A plain roof over my head

That's literally what's the purpose of my home is serving now. A plain old roof over the head.
Matthew 8:20
Jesus replied, "Foxes have holes and birds of the air have nests, but the Son of Man has no place to lay his head."

Is that really the case? To my understanding that's the only verse that comes to my mind. Home has became a house, the refuge has became totally just functional, there's is nothing that i look foward or this domestic roof over my head is serving me no purpose. I return to a empty apartment day after day. Tormenting routine. I believe that am not the only one. Many others are also under such circusmstances. Returning to a souless habitant, feeling the lonliness. Working parents, schooling siblings, everyone doing there own thing. I am fortunate i have Jesus as my friend but to others who have yet to recognised this, i feel sad for them. When will people pause and look at this present state of pathetic relationship void, only bothered about their academics, career and many stuff that doesn' really matters. House, home or hotel an evaluation of our sad lonely lifestyle