I am a child of a great man who is known the world over. Even newly born babes know about him. He owns the largest charity organisation in the world that knows no religion, for religion is just the mind of man. He gives not only food rations to the desolate, orphans, widows and poor; but he also comforts them and feeds their spiritual man. His orphanage is without limit and every orphan who knocks at his door there is a place for you to stay, a blanket for you to keep warm and water to quench your thirst, food to renew your strength.
My father owns the gold mines in Africa, the largest garden on the earth and even the small and outstanding ones like the Okavango Delta all registered under his name. The great beaches of the Caribbean Islands and even real estates and other properties in Dubai were built on land leased from him. He is the majority shareholder in the oil refineries of Iran. I was amazed when flying on a commercial jet at forty thousand feet when I realised that we were in his airspace as well and even the space above; my father never ceases to amaze me.
When he created the earth he spoke things into existence out of nothing. I don’t know what is keeping the sea waters on the other side of the world from spilling into space when inverted; scientists say it’s the force of gravity. I don’t know what is keeping the earth suspended in space without a string attached to it; and who put that salt in the sea waters. My father has all the answers.
A certain woman was against his son and she instantly turned into a leper. My brothers and sisters were in a tight situation behind them a mighty army and before them a great sea and he divided the sea such that they walked on dry ground. Nothing is too hard for my father.
One day they got his son and arrested him; crucified him and buried him in a tomb cut from stone but the grave could not keep him. They wanted to stop his miracles and popularity from spreading but the opposite happened. Now the devil and his demonic entities cannot stand his power because he grew bigger like a veld fire. Had they known they would not have crucified his son.
Who is my father? My father is your father, He is the Almighty God (John 1:12). My Father created me in His own image. The good news is that whatever my Father can do I can do also. Think like a child of my Father, act like a child of my Father. At your word all things will obey.
By: Wilani William Bashaki
E-mail: wwbashaki@yahoo.com
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