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Friends, I am SO excited to share some GREAT news: I am engaged and soon to be married! (I dunno how soon, but I'm sure it will be SOON).
The lucky fellow's name is Enrique, we met on my recent missionary trip to ungodly South America, where I have been assisting our pastors in spreading the Word of God to godless savages, again. I know, I know - Enrique is not a white sounding name, and he IS rather tan... but his wealth shows that God really loves him despite his doubtful heritage:
Proverbs 10:22 The blessing of the Lord, it maketh rich, and he addeth no sorrow with it.
Enrique certainly suffers no sorrows, as he has beautiful mansions all over the southern states of Mexico, including cities of Cochabamba and La Paz, as well as a very large ranch in Chapare (here is a link with photos which show how lovely this area is). He has been blessed by God in a very visible way, as he made his wealth seemingly overnight. Enrique comes from a very poor rural family, and most people in his village still are poor - must be because they are lazy bums:
Proverbs 10:4 He becometh poor that dealeth [with] a slack hand: but the hand of the diligent maketh rich.
Enrique is best friends with all sorts of public, military, and police authorities. He gives them very nice gifts, and since they don't reciprocate, it must be some sort of charity - and God surely does love a cheerful giver!
2 Corinthians 9:7 Every man according as he purposeth in his heart, [so let him give]; not grudgingly, or of necessity: for God loveth a cheerful giver.
Anyway, I am not entirely sure what it is that he does, he's kinda shy about his businesses, when I enter the room where he's with his associates, they quickly change the subject. I don't mind - his business is not my business:
1 Thessalonians 4:11 And that ye study to be quiet, and to do your own business, and to work with your own hands, as we commanded you;
Anyway, I'm pretty sure he's flour merchant, I sometimes see in a distance his men loading and unloading bags of unmarked product, and once one bag broke and what I saw was definitely flour.
The lucky fellow's name is Enrique, we met on my recent missionary trip to ungodly South America, where I have been assisting our pastors in spreading the Word of God to godless savages, again. I know, I know - Enrique is not a white sounding name, and he IS rather tan... but his wealth shows that God really loves him despite his doubtful heritage:
Proverbs 10:22 The blessing of the Lord, it maketh rich, and he addeth no sorrow with it.
Enrique certainly suffers no sorrows, as he has beautiful mansions all over the southern states of Mexico, including cities of Cochabamba and La Paz, as well as a very large ranch in Chapare (here is a link with photos which show how lovely this area is). He has been blessed by God in a very visible way, as he made his wealth seemingly overnight. Enrique comes from a very poor rural family, and most people in his village still are poor - must be because they are lazy bums:
Proverbs 10:4 He becometh poor that dealeth [with] a slack hand: but the hand of the diligent maketh rich.
Enrique is best friends with all sorts of public, military, and police authorities. He gives them very nice gifts, and since they don't reciprocate, it must be some sort of charity - and God surely does love a cheerful giver!
2 Corinthians 9:7 Every man according as he purposeth in his heart, [so let him give]; not grudgingly, or of necessity: for God loveth a cheerful giver.
Anyway, I am not entirely sure what it is that he does, he's kinda shy about his businesses, when I enter the room where he's with his associates, they quickly change the subject. I don't mind - his business is not my business:
1 Thessalonians 4:11 And that ye study to be quiet, and to do your own business, and to work with your own hands, as we commanded you;
Anyway, I'm pretty sure he's flour merchant, I sometimes see in a distance his men loading and unloading bags of unmarked product, and once one bag broke and what I saw was definitely flour.
Brother Larry, may I remind you that I've been a member of Landover missions to ungodly South America practically since I've been a child, and I've mastered most local dialects except for 
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