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Five Fingers:


Today I was making some video tests for our next series “MyNakedPastor.com” and while I playing with my hands in front of the camera, I was able to turn and watch my self with a 15 seconds delay caused by the live streaming trough the Internet. It was funny to my hands in to the camera and memories came to my mind:

I asked once my mother if i was “The One”, the favorite, if she loved me more than my siblings, and she answered me with a great wisdom, she show me her hand and asked me: -what do you see? Five fingers, was my immediate answer, and she told me:

“Well, son I have 2 sons and 3 daughters, for me they are just like my fingers; every one is different, but for me the all five are important, I love you as much as the others, but every one of you is special to me. You don’t need to compete for love, because God give me plenty of love for each one of you.”

Since then, I start looking at my siblings on a different way, we where able to be united on all the times, for good and not so good. We grow understanding the great love that God give to Mom and she was always full of love, no matter what happened, she was always there for us.

Every time I look in to my hand, I can see my mom, my sisters, my brother and myself and the big love that only God can give to a mother.

To reach our God’s potential, we have to value all we have, our family, our roots, and be able to learn from the “borrowed” experience from the closest ones…

Saturday is on the door… let’s see what new surprise we have at our internet campus. Don’t miss it… there is 6 opportunities: Saturday, 5:15 and 7 p.m., Sunday, 9 and 10:45 a.m. & 12:30 and 5 p.m. and if you prefer the Spanish version, it is being transmitted every Sunday at 2:15 pm. All the services are LIVE… seeing you there!

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  1. Great Post Arturo ! Love the new layout too! good job ...

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