In my greatest moments of despair, whenever I prayed to Jesus, he always helped me out. He never let me down. I love him and his mother too. A tearful prayer, directed towards one of them, never goes in vain.
Jan 29, 2007, 06:18AM PST | 1 cheer | 2 comments
These are kind of saintly persons. They only have a stick, a waterpot, one piece of underwear, a loincloth and prayer beads (no toothbrush…). Then they move around from village to village, staying every day under another tree, till their last breath.
Jan 15, 2007, 12:11AM PST | 1 cheer | 0 comments
I’m affraid that those who actually do this, can’t report it. Cave and desert dwellers are not connected to the internet (yet).
Jan 13, 2007, 11:08AM PST | 1 cheer | 0 comments