There’s a new gold rush currently opening and the ones who stake their claim now have every hope of becoming rich beyond reason.  Go to www.mpbtoday.com/martydelmon and read all about it.

to join.  Within five months I had 8,000 people in my downline and I was making good money, I mean GOOD money.

Of those 8,000 I personally signed only 18 of them.  The system was easy, the payouts frequent and handsome and after the initial entry fee, I never paid another thing.  That company went under because of internal strife.

After a couple of other burnings, I told myself I would never seriously sign up for an mlm until one came along comparable to TCN.  Today I encountered a company better than TCN and I seriously signed!  The Lord simply said, “Do It!”  Please read the rest to see why I’m buckled in!

The company is called MPB Today, or My Prime Business Today.  The entry fee is manageable, $210, and the product is fundamentally useable, groceries. 

Here’s how it works:

1. You invest $210.
   1. $200 buys groceries.  The only ‘out of pocket’ you will pay for groceries in this program.
   2. $10 is a once a year fee for the website.  Your website is automatically generated to you the minute you pay your investment.
2. You personally sign two people and they pay $210 each.  The way to do this is to send your friends, or whoever the Lord directs you to, to read the material and watch the video on your website, and then sign up right on your website..
3. The people who sign up under you personally will also sign two people, in the same way they signed up, who will also pay $210 each.
4. When you have six on your team, as described in #2 and 3, you will cycle and receive a payout.
   1. Your payout will be $700.
   2. They will take out $200 for your investment in the next round.
   3. They will send you a Walmart gift card for $200.
   4. They will send you a check for $300.
5. The cycle begins again, but now your entry has been paid as has everyone’s entry underneath you who have formed a team of six.  There is no limit to the number of times you can cycle, even daily, nor is the depth of members on your team limited.  The system is called a two by two matrix.
6. You can keep on signing people, developing your own downline, or help your downline to sign people, or both.
7. If you are one who will eventually receive multiple Walmart gift cards a day, I’ve got a good charity you can contribute them to:  People to People. 
8. For those dear souls who tremble at the thought of asking someone to sign up, that initial $200 is still on reserve for you.  You can order $200 worth of groceries from a home delivery system and be done with the company.

Can I guarantee that this company will not fail? No.  But hear me on this.  MPB Today is only EIGHT weeks old!  NOW is the time to get involved.  Since my upline seems to be Rhema graduates and the President is a solid member of the Assembly of God, we can pray every day for the Holy Spirit to rule the company in decency and in order!

I encourage you to put your hand to this plow with me.  I’ll be a keyboard away in order to help you.  Find me on Facebook:  Marty Delmon.  My upline, Bill Morris, will help you anytime as he will also be your upline.

Here’s what you do:

1. Go to www.mpbtoday.com/martydelmon. 
2. Look for my name and coordinates in the left hand corner under “Home”.
3. Read everything.  Watch the video.
4. Click on “Become an Affiliate”.
5. See my name again as your sponsor.   If my name isn’t there then start over.
6. Click continue and follow the simple instructions.  (The form is quite sensitive.  I had to re-fill one space many times before it would accept it.)
7. You will choose what to add after the slash to create the name for your website.  Keep it simple.

Feel free to use this letter to send out to your friends.  Be sure you change the name of the website to your own.  As they say, “Enjoy the Ride!”

Grace and Peace as you go,

Marty

P.S.  I am not taking any time away from my work for the Cause of Christ.  I’ll still be writing, writing, writing.  I’m going to fast watching movies to have time for this!

‘Calves Head’?   Every bite melted in my mouth!  

Not too many Americans, I’m sure, order Calves Head.  But I remember Easter Feasts at Ton Ton (uncle) Jacques in Redwood City where he labored to be able to present this delicacy to the family at large.  Sometimes biting into a particular part of the snout I was happy not to have watched him clean the head before cooking it. Why they put diced hard-boiled egg in the sauce, I don’t know.  But then my wisdom is not in the kitchen.

The ceiling in this place is worth note.  At first I thought mirrors created the reflection.  Then I noticed several folds in one of the mirrors and realized they had stretched a highly reflective cloth over boards and placed them together as if being beveled mirrors.  Very effective.  If I could only look up and see everything I do reflected back at me, would my choices change?

hostess as a gift.  Next door a bio bread shop reeks of health.  One is literally lifted off one’s feet and brought into the Boulangerie by the fragrance of rich, nutty bread.  A wine shop.  A Boucherie.  A dazzling fruit and vegetable stand.  And across the street on the corner, three sides of plate glass windows with every known rose, a flower shop called Au Nom de la Rose.  Don’t you like that?  Name is masculine and rose is feminine.  A rose by any other name….  Everyday the florist scatters rose petals on the sidewalk like a flower girl disperses them at a wedding.  Parisians have been and will be the Bride of the Rose of Sharon.

I get on a bus, ride it to the end of its line, get on a return bus, ride it to the end of its line, they usually come back on a different street, and then go again to my starting point.  That’s essentially three one way trips and I’ve seen yet another part of the city.  Sometimes 

I take exceptionally long walks and decide I’m just too tired to make it home.  Ah, but there’s a bus.

I much prefer this transport over the metro because of the architecture.  Yes, there are a few ugly buildings scatter shot throughout Paris, and those that build them ought to be scattered!  But the overwhelming majority are overwhelming beauties.  The doors alone!  Someone should take pictures of the doors of Paris and make a coffee table book out of them.  It would sell like hot cakes!  As for common, ordinary edifices, when the designer ran out of drain pipes, window casings and cracks between building blocks to lavish with art he started plastering the building with ovals festooned with fruit, ribbons with trailing tails and wreaths of plaster of Paris ivy.

If I had grown up surrounded by such beauty, would I have seen myself differently?

and they, normally so polite, actually gagged!

Here in France where there is no peanut butter, I crave it.  It must be something in my character that wants what it can’t have.  Okay!  I confess.  I went over to the 7^th arrondisement to The Real McCoy and bought myself a jar.  And yes, it was the chemical stuff, but hey!  That’s better than nothing.  Unfortunately, everything else on the shelves yelled at me:  “Remember me?”  “Buy me!”  My favorite mayonnaise.  Microwave flavored popcorn.  Paul Newman salad dressing! 

I could have gone on but when I plunked down 12 dollars for a medium jar of mayo I quickly came to my senses.  However, in the middle of the night when I crave Gulden’s Honey Mustard and a jar of cocktail franks, I’ll know where to go and I’ll rush over in the morning before my logic wakes up.

  “I have started to study “Destined for Healing”, which really speaks to me in a new way about healing. I’ve been specially encouraged when you say : “Christians need to be honest about the level of their faith. Over all my years in the Body of Christ I have seen that absolutely no one is at the same level of faith as anyone else. We are all growing in different measures”.

 ” That breaks the usual “black or white” opposition between “to have faith or not to have faith”. I was surprised when you say, about your hysterectomy, that you didn’t have the faith to have this problem divinely healed, but that you had faith to ask for no pain – and it worked ! That’s interesting ! Just to be realistic and free of guilt in front of the Lord.

  “Another idea that goes in the same way of de-dramatizing : “God is the author of medicine and medical personnel. He sent us help. It’s okay for a Christian to use doctors and combine faith with whatever they do.”

  “To finish with, I would like to tell you that reading the first half of your book has produced an upsurge of spiritual energy and determination in me.  Voilà. Thank you for your kind attention, and for the communicative strength there is in your writings !”

off the Rue du Temple in the Marais, a true cobblestone pavement, gals beware of your skinny high heels.  You’ll see another restaurant at the end.  As you approach this other restaurant the alley ends in a nice but equally cobblestoned courtyard.

To the left is my objective, Le Studio.  You quickly see the reason for its name when you look to the right and find the School of Dance of the Marais, which covers two or three floors, I suspect three.  The first night I ever went there it was with a group of Americans.  Here we were in this foreign country courtyard, a decisively California Mexican restaurant and across the courtyard the bright lights on the middle floor allowed us to watch dozens of ballerinas in their white tutus, tights and toe shoes practicing the most intricate routines, something  Degas  would have painted!

Complete dependence for one thing.  Constant care of your neighbor.  Instant freedom, just release the lines and you’re gone.  That pretty much describes Parisians: dependent and detached at the same time, simultaneously caring and aloof. 

What if the third boat out had a party?  All the guests would have to tramp over the homes of the other two in order to arrive and worse yet in order to leave the party.  On one houseboat, the first boat in, little yellow duckies lined every window sill.  There must have been hundreds of them, all shapes and sizes.  Could they be jostled from their perch with someone else’s guests rocking the boat?

Paris has been rocked before, but all the little yellow duckies are back on the window sill.  Heaven help the nation that tries to rock it again.  Not only will the French never forgive them, but the whole world will never forgive them.  Jerusalem may belong to God, but Paris belongs to the world.

in the German occupation.  Besides, I’d never seen it.

Built in 1833 a large statue of what I would call Lady Liberty stands atop a base adorned with reliefs of the French Revolution.  Most of the scenes appeared to be in a courtroom with men obviously arguing.

As an American I wondered what my own Senate would look like if men gesticulated with arms thrown overhead, hankies in hand, leaping about.  Though the thought amused me, I admired the passion of the French.  That intensity still exists.

When the Germans used this open square to park their tanks, I’m sure it was more than simply finding the space.  I’m sure it was a slap in France’s face that the Republique was no longer theirs.  France may have been caught off guard by Hitler’s invasion, but the heroism they displayed during captivity was astonishingly admirable.  There should be a statue and a square called La Resistance.