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and power of the spirit and blood of the Christ, fuels the Fiery Chariot that takes us to the

Everlasting Kingdom of God! And from this point onward, there is no power in heaven

or earth that can separate us from the love of Christ Jesus! It is written and it is true.

THE COLOR GREEN

Money, who can live without it? There used to be a saying, money can’t buy you love.

That saying is fast losing its strength. As love slowly fades behind the shadow of our

unconscious consciousness; the heart of mankind no longer is symbolized by the red

valentine. It is now rectangular in shape and green in color, with dead men faces ruling as

King. Yeah, there was truly a time when certain ones could not be bought. But now even

some of the best have their price. Whether it is out of need or greed, the color is green.

Especially down here on the poverty level. We talk that junk about the man on the money,

yet we rob, steal, poison, kill and misuse each other just to hold his picture in our hands.

Yeah, even though he is dead, just the sight of his picture in a huge stack, blows our mind!

Someone said, the best things in life are free. But in this world, it’s hard to enjoy those free

things without a little spending change. As I stated before, there is nothing wrong with

having money. For indeed it is a necessity. It’s the degrees and lengths some of us are

going to just to have it; that is so diabolical and demonic. For what good is gain if we lose

our souls in the process?

How ignorant some of us look; driving expensive cars, riding low in classy little trucks,

while we don’t even have a garage to park them in. Yeah, living on the grace of housing,

wearing name brand foot wear that cost more than our monthly rent. Trying to look like

sports stars and real people who have earned their position through sweat, honesty, hard

work and long hours of training. Yeah, trying to identify with another man’s glory, yet too

blind to see the real story; that to be for real takes a great deal of love: self-sacrifice and