I am the Living bread,

This is not to bang a loud drum about myself but a story to encourage us to pass on the Love of Jesus Christ. I went past a few homes the other day .The Lord said deliver some bread to these homes. It was in the squatter homes. I do not know anyone in these homes. I am new to the area. I had only a few dollars in my account. And I am down with a bit of sickness.
I did not do it straight away but did it a week later. I was bothered all the time because I had not done it. Eventually my wife and my granddaughter and I went to Suva and bought some bread and gave it to the few homes. My 3 year old granddaughter Lewa loved the experience of actually passing the plastic of bread to the people. We did not know the families and have never met them. Two young boys came and took the bread as we did not want anyone to notice us. We came home that night and thank the Lord Jesus for the money for the bread. The next day I opened my e mail and had a note that a close friend was going to give some money every fortnight to use. We praise the Lord Jesus for his love. Why I am writing these to plead that poverty has become worse in Fiji. May be just some small changes from your shopping could buy some bread for those less fortunate then us who may be sick, who may have nothing to eat, may not have bus fares to school or work. They need our love. Below is my grand daughter lewa delivering bread.God. Bless you and your families..

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