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Pathien thutaka hniek phawi loa ngir: John Fullerton MacArthur

Kum 1939, June ni 19 khan, Los Angeles, USA ah, rawngbawltu insungah a pieng a. A hmingah John Fullerton MacArthur an sak a. A pa Jack MacArthur le a puhai hi rawngbawltu ringum em em an nih. Naupang te a nia inthawk Pathien thutak le hlahaiin an huol vel a. Pathien thutak ngaipawimawna lientak a nei pha. Amiruokchu, John MacArthur hin a pa le a pu anga rawngbawlna sin thaw dingin an ring naw a. Chu nek hman chun ama inhnikna, American football inkhel a nuom lem a. Amiruokchu, ama ta dingin Pathienin thiltum dang, thiltum lien lem a nei a. Kum 18 a niin, car accident  a tuoksiet a tuok a. Ama chu damsuok sienkhawm, hi thil tlung hin a hringnun a thleng danglam a nih. Natna khuma a zal lai chun kona a dawng a. Khelmuol a ni loin, pulpit tienga kona a nih. Chuongchun, kum 19 a niin bus station tuol lai thu a hril tan a. A thuhril chu a tak a, a pehel naw bawk, amaah inhnikna lientak a um ti hriet theiin a um bawk a nih.  Kum 1963 in Talbot Theological Seminary ah M.Div a zo a. H...

My forever home

  If one could measure beauty, The moon in her ethereal shimmer, Or the stars in their dazzling charm, Or nature in her rustic elegance, All would tip her scales. If one could measure love, Her grace-laden love would, Outweigh them all. For the moons and stars and nature, Love is a word they do not know. Like a bee to a flower, So am I to her love. Like a mercy’s doorway for a stranger, Deep and boundless. And I belong.  My forever home. Eventide 02 Thlahmur, 2025