johnny botwright
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When Gods bus stops, the rapture? Another sign?
I was travelling down from Kisumu, To Nairobi to catch a train, to Mombassa,
Where I was catching a flight, the taxi I was in, 7 seater Peugeot, the tire blew out,
By the time it was repaired, I missed my connection for the train , however their was a bus leaving at midnight 12 oclock, the twelth hour.
From Nairobi to Mombassa . I boarder the bus, before it leaves Nairobi, the bus stops at a café, where you can by drink a snack for the journey, which is quiet long, I got off to get a coke, a couple of others got off, every one eles remained, they could not afford a coke, maybe?
Along this street, by the café, was every kind of human neglect, people young and old, sleeping on the streets, nattered hair, dirty, unloved, treated little more than the garbage laying around.
As I stood there, I thought where are the Christians, Nairobi has some very good bible schools, collages, churches, people love wearing their smart suits, bibles under their arms, wearing a big smile, lovely white teeth.
As I was thinking this, I could see Jesus waking among these people, destitute on the street,
That scene will always stay with me, when Gods bus stops, I wonder who will be the first, to be welcome on board, blessed are the poor, for theres is the kingdom of heaven. Johnny.
I was travelling down from Kisumu, To Nairobi to catch a train, to Mombassa,
Where I was catching a flight, the taxi I was in, 7 seater Peugeot, the tire blew out,
By the time it was repaired, I missed my connection for the train , however their was a bus leaving at midnight 12 oclock, the twelth hour.
From Nairobi to Mombassa . I boarder the bus, before it leaves Nairobi, the bus stops at a café, where you can by drink a snack for the journey, which is quiet long, I got off to get a coke, a couple of others got off, every one eles remained, they could not afford a coke, maybe?
Along this street, by the café, was every kind of human neglect, people young and old, sleeping on the streets, nattered hair, dirty, unloved, treated little more than the garbage laying around.
As I stood there, I thought where are the Christians, Nairobi has some very good bible schools, collages, churches, people love wearing their smart suits, bibles under their arms, wearing a big smile, lovely white teeth.
As I was thinking this, I could see Jesus waking among these people, destitute on the street,
That scene will always stay with me, when Gods bus stops, I wonder who will be the first, to be welcome on board, blessed are the poor, for theres is the kingdom of heaven. Johnny.