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NOTHING WA GOD NO FEET DO Haji Bright Super White ((TOP))



Derek Grier saw Christianity as nothing but a white man's religion. He embraced the teachings of Islam and could not be convinced otherwise. It would take a powerful encounter with Christ to change his mind and his heart. .. And that's just what he got.




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Orteil Gay not only sprained her foot, she also severely twisted her back in a freak accident. When traditional medicine couldn't get her back on her feet,Orteil found relief through the supernatural hand of God.


As I emerged from the shadows of the avenue, I beheld a very nondescriptdog sunning herself on the lowest of the white steps of the porch, andsmiling, most positively smiling, with extreme fatuity and foolishness,at my Grandmother's tiny Pekinese, a microscopic by-product of thedog-industry, which found no favour in my sight. Lifting up my voice tothe level of the hope that rose in my heart, I invoked the smilingcaller, in the very tones and accent in which I had been instructed, andin the most mellifluous and wooing way at my command. The excellentJoss, for such, beyond peradventure of a doubt, her conduct proved herto be, lolloped straightway to my feet and sitting on end, smiled andsmiled and was not a villain, I felt sure.


To die fighting with them would be nothing--an exhilaration, a fiercejoy--but to be torn to pieces in these stinking gutters, handled andstruck by these foul bestial brutes, trampled to a jelly of blood andmud and mess ... there could be no more dreadful death.... The loathsomeindignity of it--a white man struggling impotent in the hands ofblacks--his clothes torn from his body...!


Time after time, in the early days, I was reduced to a queer conditionwherein I was dead, not "from the neck, up," as we say, but from theneck, down. My head was alive, my eyes could see, my ears hear, but Ihad no body. My head floated along on a Pain. No, I had no body and Iwas not conscious of individual parts that had been causing me agony forhours--blistered feet, aching calves, burning thighs, cruelly lame back,cut shoulders. These were amalgamated into the one great amorphous andintangible Pain that floated along in the white-hot cloud of dust, andbore my bursting head upon it.


In the first place, the plank was some twelve feet above the ground. Inthe second place, it was neither sufficiently long, nor sufficientlywide, to enable a man to lie down upon it in anything but acutediscomfort and danger of falling. He could merely sit upon it--and hecould not do that for long, without changing his position in the hope offinding one less racking and tormenting. In the third place the heat andglare of that white-washed, white-hot prison-yard was a cruel anddangerous torture in itself.


Whenever Koko, the negroid slave, whose precious charge I was, took hisyellow-whited eyes from me, yawned, scratched himself, and staredvacantly out into the wonderful desert night, I gnawed at the palm-fibrecords which bound my wrists. Should I succeed in freeing my hands, itwas my unamiable intention to free my feet, and then to do my utmost toincapacitate this gentleman.


From time to time, the Emir would fish out a succulent morsel and thrustit into the mouth of the guest of honour on his right, l'AdjudantLebaudy, a man who interested me much. I had put him down as very trueto type, a soldier and nothing more, but a fine soldier, rugged as arock, hard as iron, and true as steel--a man of simple mind and singlepurpose, untroubled by thoughts of why and wherefore, of right andwrong, finding duty sufficient and the order of a superior moreimportant than the order of the Universe.... 041b061a72


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