Saturday, 12 November 2016


Having celebrated His death on the streets of Paris in May 1968, at which I was present, it is small wonder that man no longer knows who he is.

The result is mayhem philosophically, socially, politically and economically.

We are encouraged to wake up each morning to choose our identity for the coming day with no holds barred and no condemnation. An apotheosis in which each man becomes the god he longs to be. He tweets furiously to gain adherents to his latest mode of living and takes selfies so as to capture each moment in time.

It is an era of ultimate self-worship while the world goes to the dogs.

Jesus asked His followers 'who am I?' Only when we can answer truly that He is the Son of God will we regain our identity as children of God made in His image.

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