Super Spiritual Stories of a Great Grandmaster
Book 2: Search for the Little Brother of Christ, President Jack
Fiction & Literature, Religious
| Author: | Dr. Kauf PhD., Dr. Kauf | ISBN: | 9781465325563 |
| Publisher: | Xlibris US | Publication: | February 6, 2008 |
| Imprint: | Xlibris US | Language: | English |
| Author: | Dr. Kauf PhD., Dr. Kauf |
| ISBN: | 9781465325563 |
| Publisher: | Xlibris US |
| Publication: | February 6, 2008 |
| Imprint: | Xlibris US |
| Language: | English |
What would happen if a preacher became president, of the USA?
That president and a little brother of Christ had to fight to prevent, the absolute evil from fallen angels, from destroying the world.
President Jack called you and explained that you must find a boy code named Jeff, or maybe using the name J.C., within hours. It is a matter of national security.
Yes you!
Can you imagine that this book was created for you by God Almighty to explain the extraordinary and super-spiritual? Imagine that in this world nothing is happening to you. Everything is happening through you. God Almighty is in you. You are in Christ and Christ is in you. We all live in Gods unconditional love.
Do you believe in the process of Divine Inspiration?
We all are being inspired by God Almightys unconditional love, all the time. God is in total power and even what we think is bad, is for Gods Good.
Life is Gods love interpreted so you can understand it is translated into many forms. J.C. has the love to die to save the world. Do you?
There is no such thing as death, we all live in Christ and in God. Christ proved it so why not believe Him.
Hi, my names Mark I am 13 years old.
My dad is the preacher at the largest church in town. Can you guess how I got my name? I am supposed to be a good kid but after you hear the story, you wont call me good.
Oh, God I am sorry!
I hate kids calling me, preacher boy. Why are people so cruel? My teacher told me that the two types of kids, who get into the most trouble are, policemans kids. and preachers kids. This year I may just prove it. I hope my dad dont find this, on my computer. He would kill me.
Dear God, please show me if your real. I need to know. Or are you just a story like Santa Claus. I just dont know anymore. Please Jesus, help me!
I have a mission. That mission is to know the truth. Im not looking to explain the truth to anybody. I only want to know the truth for myself. Do you think that is selfish? I dont.
No one can teach you who God is. If there is a God, then you must experience God. So all I wanna know. God, who are you? Are you real?
Yesterday we had a funeral for my mom. I know she believed in You, God. Is she safe in heaven? Oh sure, that is what everyone tells me, but I need to know! When I was a kid they told me Santa Claus was real.
God I wish I would never of went to the funeral. After the funeral everyone one went up to talk to my father. I just sat there for over one half-hour. No one talked to me. It was like I wasnt there. No one cares, not even my dad.
God, I dont think you do either. All dad does is tell me what to do. I just cant be that good. God forgive me. Im no Good. I gave up. It is no use.
Today I start the eighth grade. I can see, its going to be a bad year. I got in the lunch line and a new boy, about 14 or 15 years old, asked me to give him some money for lunch.
I thought. "Some lawmaker had the idea that he would lower the amount of money that a parent can make to receive free lunches, for their kid. That lawmaker saved money by taking food out of a kids mouth."
The kid said. "Will you lone me enough money to buy lunch? I really mean: Will you give me enough money, because I cant pay you back." I saw a tear in his eye. I just knew, he was telling the truth.
I never saw this boy before. I hoped this would be the last time. The boy had long hair, an old green army type shirt, and old blue jeans. I condemned him, as not being good enough. Anyone could wear better than that to school.
I gave him the money he wanted. I was surprised to see him walk out of the lunchroom, and down the hallway. If he wanted to eat lunch why was he not staying in line?
Even
What would happen if a preacher became president, of the USA?
That president and a little brother of Christ had to fight to prevent, the absolute evil from fallen angels, from destroying the world.
President Jack called you and explained that you must find a boy code named Jeff, or maybe using the name J.C., within hours. It is a matter of national security.
Yes you!
Can you imagine that this book was created for you by God Almighty to explain the extraordinary and super-spiritual? Imagine that in this world nothing is happening to you. Everything is happening through you. God Almighty is in you. You are in Christ and Christ is in you. We all live in Gods unconditional love.
Do you believe in the process of Divine Inspiration?
We all are being inspired by God Almightys unconditional love, all the time. God is in total power and even what we think is bad, is for Gods Good.
Life is Gods love interpreted so you can understand it is translated into many forms. J.C. has the love to die to save the world. Do you?
There is no such thing as death, we all live in Christ and in God. Christ proved it so why not believe Him.
Hi, my names Mark I am 13 years old.
My dad is the preacher at the largest church in town. Can you guess how I got my name? I am supposed to be a good kid but after you hear the story, you wont call me good.
Oh, God I am sorry!
I hate kids calling me, preacher boy. Why are people so cruel? My teacher told me that the two types of kids, who get into the most trouble are, policemans kids. and preachers kids. This year I may just prove it. I hope my dad dont find this, on my computer. He would kill me.
Dear God, please show me if your real. I need to know. Or are you just a story like Santa Claus. I just dont know anymore. Please Jesus, help me!
I have a mission. That mission is to know the truth. Im not looking to explain the truth to anybody. I only want to know the truth for myself. Do you think that is selfish? I dont.
No one can teach you who God is. If there is a God, then you must experience God. So all I wanna know. God, who are you? Are you real?
Yesterday we had a funeral for my mom. I know she believed in You, God. Is she safe in heaven? Oh sure, that is what everyone tells me, but I need to know! When I was a kid they told me Santa Claus was real.
God I wish I would never of went to the funeral. After the funeral everyone one went up to talk to my father. I just sat there for over one half-hour. No one talked to me. It was like I wasnt there. No one cares, not even my dad.
God, I dont think you do either. All dad does is tell me what to do. I just cant be that good. God forgive me. Im no Good. I gave up. It is no use.
Today I start the eighth grade. I can see, its going to be a bad year. I got in the lunch line and a new boy, about 14 or 15 years old, asked me to give him some money for lunch.
I thought. "Some lawmaker had the idea that he would lower the amount of money that a parent can make to receive free lunches, for their kid. That lawmaker saved money by taking food out of a kids mouth."
The kid said. "Will you lone me enough money to buy lunch? I really mean: Will you give me enough money, because I cant pay you back." I saw a tear in his eye. I just knew, he was telling the truth.
I never saw this boy before. I hoped this would be the last time. The boy had long hair, an old green army type shirt, and old blue jeans. I condemned him, as not being good enough. Anyone could wear better than that to school.
I gave him the money he wanted. I was surprised to see him walk out of the lunchroom, and down the hallway. If he wanted to eat lunch why was he not staying in line?
Even
