Please pray for a meeting we are having at KKIM this morning for what I am calling, “Leaders for Jesus”………If you would like to attend one of our upcoming prayer meetings just drop me an email and I will let you know when are next one will be. It is very informal and also gives you an opportunity to learn more about KKIM and the Daily Cup. This is for you! Pastors and lay people like you and me are invited! Today we will have Pastors, business leaders, listeners of KKIM and readers of the Cup and elected officials at our first meeting.
Let me share with you this prayer need……….
Brother Dewey we still need your urgent prayers for selling of properties in Cape Town. Due to high interest rates we cant afford it anymore and ourfinances are critical. We know for Jesus is anything possible. God bless! Dana du Plessis
We will be praying Dana! Please also pray for the sale of our home in Los Alamos. Sharon and I feel this is all in God’s hands and HE will provide and HE will lead. Everything is HIS anyhow…HE owns everything we have……..We where born naked and we are going out naked! I have never seen a hearse with a Uhaul attached!
The following is a Christmas cup for you to enjoy………James Arness of Gunsmoke fame has this posted on his web site… …. http://www.jamesarness.com/ thought you would enjoy……..God Bless and Merry Christmas! 
‘Twas the night before Christmas, he lived all alone,in a one bedroom house made of plaster and stone. I had come down the chimney with presents to give, and to see just who in this home did live. I looked all about, a strange sight I did see, no tinsel, no presents, not even a tree. No stocking by mantle, just boots filled with sand, on the wall hung pictures of far distant lands. With medals and badges, awards of all kinds, a sober thought came through my mind. For this house was different, it was dark and dreary,I found the home of a soldier, once I could see clearly.The soldier lay sleeping, silent, alone,curled up on the floor in this one bedroom home. The face was so gentle, the room in such disorder,not how I pictured a United States soldier. Was this the hero of whom I’d just read?Curled up on a poncho, the floor for a bed? I realized the families that I saw this night, owed their loves to these soldiers who were willing to fight.Soon round the world, the children would play, and grownups would celebrate a bright Christmas day.They all enjoyed freedom each month of the year,because of the soldiers, like the one lying here. I couldn’t help wonder how many lay alone, on a cold Christmas Eve in a land far from home. The very thought brought a tear to my eye, I dropped to my knees and started to cry.
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