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For the kingdom of God is not a matter of eating and drinking, but of righteousness, peace and joy in the Holy Spirit

A few weeks ago, I participated in a conference in Manaus, in the Amazon, in Northern Brazil (I live in the Southeast). The main speaker was Pastor Conrad Mbewe from Zambia (for his perspective of the trip to Brazil click here and here.) He gave five talks that were directed mainly to pastors, entitled Called to the Work of the Lord. They were all very worthwhile but two especially made a mark on me. One was an interesting outlook on becoming “fishers of men” which tied in with an event in my life pretty soon afterwards that I blogged about here. The other was based on Romans 14, especially vss 17 and 18.

I’m sure you’ve all had experiences where a verse you’ve seen or heard dozens of times before, suddenly comes to life.  I took notes as I listened that day and reread them a number of times since, in an attempt to catch that vision again and make it a concrete part of my life.

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From that time on Jesus began to preach, “Repent, for the kingdom of heaven is near.” As Jesus was walking beside the Sea of Galilee, he saw two brothers, Simon called Peter and his brother Andrew. They were casting a net into the lake, for they were fishermen. “Come, follow me,” Jesus said, “and I will make you fishers of men.” At once they left their nets and followed him.—Mateus 4.17-20

Some days ago, I headed down the street to a supermarket near my home. I needed a few ingredients to make a fruit cake for the final meeting of the group of seminary students’ wives that I help coordinate.

When I reached the store entrance, there was a young woman seated beside the covered area on the outside where the shopping carts and the flower booth were located. It’s quite common to have beggars in that place and so, when she spoke to me, I shook my head to indicate that I would not give her any money. I did not, however, make eye contact. I went in, made my purchases and went out, again avoiding looking at her directly and indicating that I had nothing to give when she insisted. But I kept thinking about her—about where she lives and what she would do with the money if I had given it.

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