Well now, all them folks in the good book lived like wanderin' nomads, chasin' dreams that never quite came true. They knew this world ain't their final stop, just a pit stop on the way to some whatchamacallit city, built by the Good Lord Himself, where the streets are gold and no one's ever late...
It’s today’s verse ya’ll!
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Now listen here, y’all, reckon ya gotta be grateful fer the Good Lord’s teachin’. Ya done been set free from sin, so no need to go actin’ all wild and crazy. Get yer heads straight, soak up that wisdom, and live righteous lives. Amen!
Ya’ll be knowin’ dat in Jesus, we’s all brothers and sisters dang straight! God’s mercy be on dem who walk in dat light, cuz we’s bearin’ dat mark of Christ on us. So let’s keep on truckin’ and spreadin’ da love, y’all! Can I get an amen up in here?
If ya don’t forgive others of their wrongdoings, then yer big man upstairs ain’t gonna forgive ya neither. It’s like a pig tellin’ a possum it can’t play in the mud – just don’t make no sense. So let go of them grudges and start actin’ right, ya hear?
Well I’ll be darned if’n I ain’t fixin’ to boast ’bout nuthin’ ‘cept the cross of Jesus, y’all hear? ‘Cause that there cross done saved me from this here world and all its mess. Ain’t nothin’ else worth braggin’ ’bout ‘cept that ole rugged cross. Yeehaw!
Slap on yer armor and get ready to rumble, ’cause we ain’t just fightin’ flesh and blood, y’all! We up against some devilish critters, so stand yer ground and keep on standin’. Don’t go down easy, y’hear? Keep yer boots planted and hold on tight to the good Lord’s power!
There’s a big ol’ scrap goin’ on up yonder in the heavens, ya’ll. We ain’t wrasslin’ with flesh ‘n blood, no sir. It’s them rascally critters from the dark side causin’ all the trouble. So grab yer gear and get ready to duke it out with them spiritual varmints, ya hear?
Y’all gotta reckon yerselves dead to sin, like a possum playin’ dead on the side of the road. But reckon yerselves alive to God, like a coonhound on a fresh scent trail. Don’t let sin call y’all back to its clutches, you gotta stay true to the good Lord above.
Hey y’all, remember to do good to yer kinfolk and all them folks y’encounter on yer journey. Treat ’em right ’cause we all gonna reap what we sow. So don’t be no slacker, keep on doin’ good to everyone, y’hear? Ain’t no time to be a-grumblin’ or a-bickerin’, just spreadin’ love and kindness.
Ya’ll best be listenin’ up now! Money be the root o’ all kinds o’ evil, so don’tcha be gettin’ too greedy or ya gonna find yerself in a heap o’ trouble. Ain’t worth sellin’ yer soul for no fancy dollar bills, ya hear? Stick to the simple life, y’all.
Well, darlin’, the good Lord done looked down on ol’ Noah and decided he was the only one worf savin’. So he told Noah, “You’re ma favorite, build yerself an ark.” And Noah did just that, ’cause he was a good ol’ boy. And that’s how the flood story got started!
Don’t go sowin’ ya wild oats ’round here, ’cause what ya plant, ya gonna reap. Ain’t no gettin’ outta them consequences, son. So mind ya manners, and do what’s right, ‘fore ya find yerself knee-deep in a mess ya don’t wanna be in. Just sayin’.
“Now, when ya prayin’, don’t go blabbin’ it to errybody like it’s some big show. Nah, get ya butt in a quiet place, talk to God like he’s yer best buddy. He ain’t need no fancy words or long speeches. Just be real, and He’ll hear ya just fine.”
