6 Year Old Wisdom
The Center Of The Bible
Footprints In The Sand
Found God Today
God Explained by an 8-Year Old
I carry a cross in my pocket
If Jesus Came
It Depends Whose Hands It's In
Jesus and Me
Jesus is My Everything
Tell The Devil To Get Lost
The Day Jesus Kept Silent
The Fellowship of the Unashamed
The U in JesUs
The Will Of God
Where Was God
Will I Ever Find God?
You are So Blessed
You Took My Place
1. Give God what's right -- not what's left.
2. Man's way leads to a hopeless end -- God's way leads to an endless hope.
3. A lot of kneeling will keep you in good standing.
4. He who kneels before God can stand before anyone.
5. In the sentence of life, the devil may be a comma--but never let him be the period.
6. Don't put a question mark where God puts a period.
7. Are you wrinkled with burden? Come to the church for a face-lift.
8. When praying, don't give God instructions - just report for duty.
9. Don't wait for six strong men to take you to church.
10. We don't change God's message -- His message changes us.
11. The church is prayer-conditioned.
12. When God ordains, He sustains.
13. WARNING: Exposure to the Son may prevent burning.
14. Plan ahead -- It wasn't raining when Noah built the ark.
15. Most people want to serve God, but only in an advisory position.
16. Suffering from truth decay? Brush up on your Bible.
17. Exercise daily -- walk with the Lord.
18. Never give the devil a ride -- he will always want to drive.
19. Nothing else ruins the truth like stretching it.
20. Compassion is difficult to give away because it keeps coming back.
21. He who angers you controls you.
22. Worry is the darkroom in which negatives can develop.
23. Give Satan an inch & he'll be a ruler.
24. Be ye fishers of men -- you catch them & He'll clean them.
25. God doesn't call the qualified, He qualifies the called.
26. Read the Bible -- It will scare the hell out of you.
27. "I asked Jesus 'how much do u love me?' he answered 'i love you this much' then he s t r e c h e d out his arms and died --for me..."
28. Live in such a way that those who don't know God but know you, come to know God because they know you.
29. B.I.B.L.E. = Basic Instructions Before Leaving Earth.
30. There is no such thing as a Part-time Christian.
31. Our faith should be our steering wheel, not our spare tire.
32. FAITH = Fantastic Adventures In Trusting Him.
33. To know the will of God is the greatest knowledge, to find the will of God is the greatest discovery, and to do the will of God is the greatest achievement.
34. Where the will of God leads you, the Grace of God will keep you.
35. Life is fragile ... handle with prayer.
36. Sin is like quicksand: Your own efforts only make you sink deeper. Only an outside hand can pull you out
37. The Big Bang theory ... God spoke and then -- BANG! -- it happened
38. He died for you, why not live for Him?
39. I know not what tomorrow holds, but I know Who holds tomorrow!
40. Going to church doesn't make you a Christian any more than going to the garage makes you a car. -Lawrence J Peter
41. God's last name is not "Damn it".
42. A full time Savior and Lord for a part time Christian? That doesn't make sense.
43. Live as though Christ died yesterday, rose this morning, and is coming back again tomorrow.
44. He paid the debt he did not owe, we owe a debt we could not pay.
45. Don't tell God how big your storm is. Tell the storm how big your God is.
46. Problems melt in the light of Jesus.
47. The dying Jesus is the evidence of God's anger toward sin; but the living Jesus is the proof of God's love and forgiveness.
48. I'm just a n o b o d y trying to tell e v e r y b o d y about s o m e b o d y who can save a n y b o d y
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A sobbing little girl stood near a small church from which she had been turned away because it was "too crowded."
"I can't go to Sunday School," she sobbed to the pastor as he walked by. Seeing her shabby, unkempt appearance, the
pastor guessed the reason and,taking her by the hand, took her inside and found a place for her in the Sunday school
class. The child was so happy that they found room for her, and she went to bed that night thinking of the children
who have no place to worship Jesus. Some two years later, this child lay dead in one of the poor tenement buildings.
Her parents called for the kind-hearted pastor who had befriended their daughter to handle the final arrangements. As
her poor little body was being moved, a worn and crumpled red purse was found which seemed to have been rummaged from
some trash dump. Inside was found 57 cents and a note, scribbled in childish handwriting, which read: "This is to help
build the little church bigger so more children can go to Sunday School." For two years she had saved for this offering
of love.When the pastor tearfully read that note, he knew instantly what he would do. Carrying this note and the cracked,
red pocketbook to the pulpit, he told the story of her unselfish love and devotion. He challenged his deacons to get busy
and raise enough money for the larger building. ---------But the story does not end there .... A newspaper learned of the
story and published it. It was read by a wealthy realtor who offered them a parcel of land worth many thousands. When told
that the church could not pay so much, he offered to sell it to the little church for 57 cents. Church members made large
donations. Checks came from far and wide. Within five years the little girl's gift had increased to $250,000.00--a huge
sum for that time (near the turn of the century). Her unselfish love had paid large dividends. When you are in the city
of Philadelphia, look up the Temple Baptist Church, with a seating capacity of 3,300. And be sure to visit Temple University,
where thousands of students are educated. Have a look, too, at the Good Samaritan Hospital and at a Sunday School building
which houses hundreds of beautiful children, built so that no child in the area will never need to be left outside during
Sunday school time. In one of the rooms of this building may be seen the picture of the sweet face of the little girl whose
57 cents, so sacrificially saved, made such remarkable history. Alongside of it is a portrait of her kind pastor,
Dr. Russel H. Conwell, author of the book, "Acres of Diamonds". This is a true story, which goes to show WHAT GOD CAN DO WITH 57 CENTS.
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One day a 6 year old girl was sitting in a classroom. The teacher was going to explain evolution to the children. The teacher asked a little boy.
TEACHER: Tommy do you see the tree outside?
TEACHER: Tommy, do you see the grass outside?
TEACHER: Go outside and look up and see if you can see the sky.
TOMMY: Okay. (He returned a few minutes later) Yes, I saw the sky.
TEACHER: Did you see God?
TEACHER: That's my point. We can't see God because he isn't there. He doesn't exist.
A little girl spoke up and wanted to ask the boy some questions. The teacher agreed and the little girl asked the boy:
LITTLE GIRL: Tommy, do you see the tree outside?
LITTLE GIRL: Tommy do you see the grass outside?
TOMMY: Yessssss (getting tired of the questions by this time).
LITTLE GIRL: Did you see the sky?
LITTLE GIRL: Tommy, do you see the teacher?
LITTLE GIRL: Do you see her brain?
LITTLE GIRL: Then according to what we were taught today in school, she must not have one!
"FOR WE WALK BY FAITH, NOT BY SIGHT" if you believe that there is a God then send this to all your friends.
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THIS IS ONE OF THE NICEST AND MOST BEAUTIFUL USES OF THE ALPHABET THAT I HAVE EVER SEEN. I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT AS MUCH AS I DID. HAVE A GOOD DAY!
Whoever came up with this one must have had some divine guidance, I was impressed!
A-lthough things are not perfect
B-ecause of trial or pain
C-ontinue in thanksgiving
D-o not begin to blame
E-ven when the times are hard
F-ierce winds are bound to blow
G-od is forever able
H-old on to what you know
I-magine life without His love
J-oy would cease to be
K-eep thanking Him for all the things
L-ove imparts to thee
M-ove out of "Camp Complaining "
N-o weapon that is known
O-n earth can yield the power
P-raise can do alone
Q-uit looking at the future
R-edeem the time at hand
S-tart every day with worship
T-o "thank" is a command
U-ntil we see Him coming
V-ictorious in the sky
W-e'll run the race with gratitude
X-alting God most high
Y-es, there'll be good times & yes sum will be bad, but...
Z-ion waits in glory...where none are ever sad!
"I AM Too blessed to be stressed!" The shortest distance between a problem and a solution is the distance between your knees and the floor. The one who kneels to the Lord can stand up to anything. Love and peace be with you forever, Amen.
P.S. : GOD LOVES YOU...PASS THE WORD ON TO MORE
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A few years ago a group of salesmen went to a regional sales convention in Chicago. They had assured their wives that they would be home in plenty of time for Friday night's dinner.
In their rush, with tickets and brief-cases, one of these salesmen inadvertently kicked over a table which held a display of baskets of apples. Apples flew everywhere. Without stopping or looking back, they all managed to reach the plane in time for their nearly missed boarding.
All but one. He paused, took a deep breath, got in touch with his feelings, and experienced a twinge of compassion for the girl whose apple stand had been overturned.
He told his buddies to go on without him, waved goodbye, told one of them to call his wife when they arrived at their home destination and explain his taking a later flight. Then he returned to the terminal where the apples were all over the terminal floor.
He was glad he did.
The 16 year old girl was totally blind! She was softly crying, tears running down her cheeks in frustration, and at the same time helplessly groping for her spilled produce as the crowd swirled about her, no one stopping, and no one to care for her plight.
The salesman knelt on the floor with her, gathered up the apples, put them into the baskets, and helped set the table upright.
"Are you okay?"
She nodded through her tears. He continued on with, "I hope we didn't spoil your day too badly."
As the salesman started to walk away, the bewildered blind girl called out to him, "Mister...." He paused and turned to look back into those blind eyes.
She continued, "Are you Jesus?"
He stopped in mid-stride, and he wondered. Then slowly he made his way to catch the later flight with that question burning and bouncing about in his soul:
"Are you Jesus?"
Do people mistake you for Jesus?
That's our destiny, is it not? To be so much like Jesus that people cannot tell the difference as we live and interact with a world that is blind to His love, life and grace.
His love, life and grace.
If we claim to know Him, we should live, walk and act as He would. Knowing Him is more than simply quoting Scripture and going to church. It's actually living the Word as life unfolds day to day.
You are the apple of His eye even though we, too, have been bruised by a fall.
He stopped what He was doing and picked you and me up on a hill called Calvary and paid in full for our damaged fruit.
Let us live like we are worth the price He paid !!!!
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This might seem pretty strange... But even if you are not a believer, you should read this...
What is the shortest chapter in the Bible?
Answer - Psalms 117
What is the longest chapter in the Bible?
Answer - Psalms 119
Which chapter is in the center of the Bible?
Answer - Psalms 118
There are 594 chapters before Psalms 118.
There are 594 chapters after Psalms 118.
Add up the 594 plus 594, and you get 1188.
What is the center verse in the Bible?
Answer - Psalms 118:8
Does this verse say something significant about God's perfect will for our lives?
The next time someone says they would like to find God's perfect will for their lives and that they want to be in the center of His will, just send them to the center of His Word!
Psalms 118:8 (NKJV) "It is better to trust in the LORD than to put confidence in man."
Now isn't it amazing how this worked out (or was God in the center of it)?
Before sending this, I said a prayer for you.
Do you have a minute? 60 seconds for God? All you need to do is simply say a small prayer for the person who sent you this page.
"Father God bless _________ in whatever it is that you know he/she may be needing this day! And may ________ life be full of your peace, prosperity and power as he/she seeks to have a closer relationship with You. Amen."
Now, send this page on to five other people. Within hours five people will have prayed for you, and you will have started a multitude of people to pray to God for still other people.
Then sit back and watch the power of God work in your life for doing the thing that you know he loves.
Faith doesn't get you around trouble, it gets you through it.
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A priest passing through his church
in the middle of the day.
Decided to pause by the altar
and see who had come to pray.
Just then the back door opened,
a man came down the aisle,
The priest frowned as he saw
the man hadn't shaved in a while.
His shirt was kinda shabby
and his coat was worn and frayed,
the man knelt, he bowed his head,
then rose and walked away.
In the days that followed,
each noon time came this chap,
each time he knelt just for a moment,
a lunch pail in his lap.
Well, the priest's suspicions grew,
with robbery a main fear,
He decided to stop the man and ask him,
"What are you doing here?"
The old man said, he worked down the road.
Lunch was half an hour.
Lunchtime was his prayer time,
for finding strength and power.
"I stay only moments, see,
because the factory is so far away;
as I kneel here talking to the Lord,
this is kinda what I say:
"I JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL YOU, LORD,
HOW HAPPY I'VE BEEN,
SINCE WE FOUND EACH OTHER'S FRIENDSHIP
AND YOU TOOK AWAY MY SIN.
DON'T KNOW MUCH OF HOW TO PRAY, BUT I
THINK ABOUT YOU EVERYDAY.
SO, JESUS, THIS IS JIM CHECKING IN TODAY."
The priest feeling foolish,
told Jim, that was fine.
He told the man he was welcome
to come and pray just anytime.
Time to go, Jim smiled, said
"Thanks." He hurried to the door.
The priest knelt at the altar,
he'd never done it before.
His cold heart melted, warmed with love,
and met with Jesus there.
As the tears flowed, in his heart,
he repeated old Jim's prayer:
"I JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL YOU, LORD,
HOW HAPPY I'VE BEEN,
SINCE WE FOUND EACH OTHER'S FRIENDSHIP
AND YOU TOOK AWAY MY SIN.
I DON'T KNOW MUCH OF HOW TO PRAY, BUT I
THINK ABOUT YOU EVERYDAY.
SO, JESUS, THIS IS ME CHECKING IN TODAY."
Past noon one day, the priest noticed
that old Jim hadn't come.
As more days passed without Jim,
he began to worry some.
At the factory, he asked about him,
learning he was ill.
The hospital staff was worried,
but he'd given them a thrill.
The week that Jim was with them,
brought changes in the ward.
His smiles, a joy contagious.
Changed people, were his reward.
The head nurse couldn't understand
when no flowers, calls or cards came,
not a visitor he had.
The priest stayed by his bed,
he voiced the nurse's concern:
No friends came to show they cared.
He had nowhere to turn.
Looking surprised, old Jim spoke up
and with a winsome smile;
"the nurse is wrong, she couldn't know,
that in here all the while
everyday at noon He's here,
a dear friend of mine, you see,
He sits right down, takes my hand,
leans over and says to me:
"I JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL YOU, JIM,
HOW HAPPY I HAVE BEEN,
SINCE WE FOUND THIS FRIENDSHIP,
AND I TOOK AWAY YOUR SIN.
ALWAYS LOVE TO HEAR YOU PRAY,
I THINK ABOUT YOU EACH DAY,
AND SO JIM, THIS IS JESUS, CHECKING IN TODAY."
May God hold you in the palm of His hand
and Angels watch over you.
Please pass this page on to your friends or loved ones.
If you aren't ashamed to do this, please follow the
Jesus said, " if you are ashamed of me," I
will be ashamed of you before my Father."
If you are not ashamed Pass this on
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A young lady named Sally, relates an experience she had in a seminary class, given by her teacher, Dr. Smith. She says that Dr. Smith was known for his elaborate object lessons.
One particular day, Sally walked into the seminary and knew they were in for a fun day.
On the wall was a big target and on a nearby table were many darts. Dr. Smith told the students to draw a picture of someone that they disliked or someone who had made them angry, and he would allow them to throw darts at the person's picture.
Sally's friend drew a picture of who had stolen her boyfriend. Another friend drew a picture of his little brother. Sally drew a picture of a former friend, putting a great deal of detail into her drawing, even drawing pimples on the face. Sally was pleased with the overall effect she had achieved.
The class lined up and began throwing darts. Some of the students threw their darts with such force that their targets were ripping apart. Sally looked forward to her turn, and was filled with disappointment when Dr. Smith, because of time limits, asked the students to return to their seats. As Sally sat thinking about how angry she was because she didn't have a chance to throw any darts at her target. Dr. Smith began removing the target from the wall.
Underneath the target was a picture of Jesus. A hush fell over the room as each student viewed the mangled picture of Jesus; holes and jagged marks covered His face and His eyes were pierced.
Dr. Smith said only these words... "In as much as ye have done it unto the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto Me." Matthew 25:40.
No other words were necessary; the tears filled eyes of the students focused only on the picture of Christ.
This is an easy test; you score 100 or zero. It's your choice.
If you aren't ashamed to do this, please follow the directions.
Jesus said, "If you are ashamed of me, I will be ashamed of you, before My Father."
Not ashamed ... pass this on.
Ashamed ... delete it.
One day Satan and Jesus were having a conversation. Satan had just come from the Garden of Eden, and he was gloating and boasting. "Yes, sir, I just caught the world full of people down there. Set me a trap used bait I knew they couldn't resist. Got 'em all!"
"What are you going to do with them?" Jesus asked.
Satan replied, "Oh, I'm gonna have fun! I'm gonna teach them how to marry and divorce each other, how to hate and abuse each other, how to drink and smoke and curse. I'm gonna teach them how to invent guns and bombs and kill each other. I'm really gonna have fun!"
"And what will you do when you get done with them?" Jesus asked.
"Oh, I'll kill 'em," Satan glared proudly.
"How much do you want for them?" Jesus asked.
"Oh, you don't want those people. They ain't no good. Why, you'll take them and they'll just hate you. They'll spit on you, curse you and kill you!! You don't want those people!!"
"How much?" He asked again.
Satan looked at Jesus and sneered, "All your tears, and all your blood."
Jesus said, "DONE!" Then He paid the price.
Isn't it funny how simple it is for people to trash God and then wonder why the world's going to hell.
Isn't it funny how we believe what the newspapers say, but question what the Bible says.
Isn't it funny how everyone wants to go to heaven provided they do not have to believe, think, say, or do anything the Bible says. Or is it scary?
Isn't it funny how someone can say "I believe in God" but still follow Satan (who, by the way, also "believes" in God ).
Isn't it funny how you can send a thousand jokes through e-mail and! they spread like wildfire, but when you start sending messages regarding the Lord, people think twice about sharing.
Isn't it funny how the lewd, crude, vulgar and obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but the public discussion of Jesus is suppressed in the school and workplace.
Isn't it funny how someone can be so fired up for Christ on Sunday, but be an invisible Christian the rest of the week.
Are you laughing?
Isn't it funny how when you go to forward this message, you will not send it to many on your address list because you're not sure what they believe, or what they will think of you for sending it to them.
Isn't it funny how I can be more worried about what other people think of me than what God thinks of me.
Will YOU pass this on? I did
Does it seem like you don't know where you are going, or why you strongly are lead to be in a place.
Does it seem like you are in a rut, in a place you don't want to be, in a job you don't want to be in, in a relationship you don't want to be in, in a family you don't want to be in , in a body that you don't want to be in, in a life you don't want to be in. Don't worry cause God knew where your life would be at.
Everything in life is no coincidence, it was known before birth, it may take years or never that we become aware of why our lives are the way they are.
Can they change, no doubt they can and will. What can you do, TRUST AND BELIEVE AND ASK! Then when the answer comes LISTEN AND DO!
You know that small voice in your gut that says now is the time, let's take action, enough is enough, time to change jobs, time to get out of that relationship, time to move, time to forgive the family you came from, time to accept where you are for a reason, for it is only for a season.
Everything is a lesson and we have a choice to learn that it is good or bad. But, how much of it is our choice our Gods way!
Well looking at His words he lead Moses to lead His people to freedom, he led Aaron to be the spokesman for Moses, He led Jonah, He led Esther, Ruth, Paul, The Apostles, He led then ten lepers, he led the blind man, he led Stephen, He led Sampson, He led .........He leads!
GALATIANS 1:15 BUT THEN SOMETHING HAPPENED! FOR EVEN BEFORE I WAS BORN GOD HAD CHOSEN ME TO BE HIS, AND CALLED ME-WHAT KINDNESS AND GRACE-TO REVEAL HIS SON WITHIN SO THAT I COULD GO TO THE GENTILES AND SHOW THEM THE GOOD NEWS ABOUT JESUS!
So next time you are down, depressed, in a despire, wondering why life has kicked you down, remember to look up! Do I know all the answers NO, but God DOES!
Lord may we learn to listen and know that He knows where you are being led, and Lord may our hearts and mind be willing and choose the right guidance from you! IN Jesus name. AMEN
One night a man had a dream. He dreamed he was walking along the beach with the LORD. Across the sky flashed scenes from his life. For each scene, he noticed two sets of footprints in the sand: one belonging to him, and the other to the LORD.
When the last scene of his life flashed before him, he looked back, at the footprints in the sand. He noticed that many times along the path of his life, there was only one set of footprints. He also noticed that it happened at the very lowest and saddest times of his life.
This really bothered him and he questioned the LORD about it: "LORD, you said that once I decided to follow you, you'd walk with me all the way. But I have noticed that during the most troublesome times in my life, there is only one set of footprints. I don't understand why when I needed you most you would leave me."
The LORD replied:
"My son, My precious child, I love you and I would never leave you, During your times of trial and suffering, when you see only one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you."
by Tommy Q
I found God today through the eyes of a child
He looked up at me and he gave me a smile
He brought me such comfort for which I have longed
Through the eyes of a child I realized I belonged
I found God today in an old woman's face
As she held my hands, I felt God's embrace
From problems in life I knew I would prevail
Which I felt through her hands so old and so frail
I found God today in the warmth of a friend
Who has given me strength for which I can depend
When life had me down and I felt so depressed
I realized through my friend just how much I was blessed
I found God today when I searched for so long
And it's now I realize, he's been there all along
In family and friends and in all who I see
Each day I find God and now I've found him in me
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Written by Danny Dutton, age 8, from Chula Vista, California, for his third grade homework assignment to "Explain God."
"One of God's main jobs is making people. He makes them to replace the ones that die so there will be enough people to take care of things on earth.
He doesn't make grown-ups, just babies. I think because they are smaller and easier to make. That way, He doesn't have to take up His valuable time teaching them to talk and walk. He can just leave that to mothers and fathers.
God's second most important job is listening to prayers. An awful lot of this goes on, since some people, like preachers and things, pray at times besides bedtime.
God doesn't have time to listen to the radio or TV because of this.
Because He hears everything there must be a terrible lot of noise in His ears, unless He has thought of a way to turn it off.
God sees everything and hears everything and is everywhere which keeps Him pretty busy. So you shouldn't go wasting His time by going over your mom and dad's head asking for something they said you couldn't have.
Atheists are people who don't believe in God. I don't think there are any in Chula Vista. At least there aren't any who come to our church.
Jesus is God's Son. He used to do all the hard work like walking on water and performing miracles and trying to teach the people who didn't want to learn about God. They finally got tired of Him preaching to them and they crucified Him.
But He was good and kind like His Father and He told His Father that they didn't know what they were doing and to forgive them and God said OK.
His Dad (God) appreciated everything that He had done and all His hard work on earth so He told Him He didn't have to go out on the road anymore, He could stay in heaven. So He did.
And now He helps His Dad out by listening to prayers and seeing things which are important for God to take care of and which ones He can take care of Himself without having to bother God. Like a secretary only more important.
You can pray anytime you want and they are sure to hear you because they got it worked out so one of them is on duty all the times.
You should always go to Church on Sunday because it makes God happy, and if there's anybody you want to make happy, it's God.
Don't skip church to do something you think will be more fun like going to the beach. This is wrong! And, besides, the sun doesn't come out at the beach until noon anyway.
If you don't believe in God, besides being an atheist, you will be very lonely, because your parents can't go everywhere with you, like to camp, but God can.
It is good to know He's around you when you're scared in the dark or when you can't swim very good and you get thrown into real deep water by big kids.
But you shouldn't just always think of what God can do for you. I figure God put me here and He can take me back anytime He pleases.
And that's why I believe in God."
Rainbows appear after mighty storms,
When things look their very worst,
Just when the skies are darkest gray,
Look for the rainbow first.
The rainbow is a sign of God's promise,
That He will guide us through any storm,
That He will see us through all our troubles,
No matter what their form.
When you feel battered by life's storms,
And you are filled with doubt and dismay;
Just remember God's rainbow is coming -
It's only a prayer away.
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I carry a cross in my pocket
a simple reminder to me
Of the fact that I am a Christian,
No matter where I may be.
This little cross is not magic,
Nor is it a good luck charm:
It isn't meant to protect me
From every physical harm.
It's not for identification
For all the world to see...
It's simply an understanding,
Between my Savior and me.
When I put my hand in my pocket
To bring out a coin or key
The cross is there to remind me
Of the price He paid for me.
It reminds me too, to be thankful
For my blessings day by day,
And to strive to serve Him better
In all that I do and say.
It's also a daily reminder
Of the peace and comfort I share
With all who know my Master
And give themselves to His care.
So I carry the cross in my pocket
Reminding me, no one but me...
That Jesus Christ is Lord of my life
If only I'll let Him be!
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Would you have to change your clothes before you let Him in?
Or hide some magazines, and put the Bible where they'd been?
Would you hide your worldly music and put some hymn books out?
Could you let Jesus walk right in, or would you rush about?
And I wonder - if the Savior spent a day or two with you,
Would you go right on doing, the things you always do?
Would you go right on saying, the things you always say?
Or would life for you continue as it does from day to day?
Would you take Jesus with you everywhere you go?
Or would you maybe change your plans for just a day or so?
Would you be glad to have Him meet your closest friends?
Or would you hope they stay away, until His visit ends?
Would you be glad to have Him stay forever on and on?
Or would you sigh with great relief when He at last was gone?
It might be interesting to know, the things that you would do,
If Jesus came in person, to spend some time with you.
(Poem by: Unknown)
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A basketball in my hands is worth about $19.
A basketball in Michael Jordan's
hands is worth about $33 million.
It depends whose hands it's in.
A baseball in my hands is worth about $6.
A baseball in Mark McGwire's hands is worth $19 million.
It depends whose hands it's in.
A tennis racket is useless in my hands.
A tennis racket in Venue Williams'
hands is a Championship Winning.
It depends whose hands it's in.
A rod in my hands will keep away a wild animal.
A rod in Moses' hands will part the mighty sea.
It depends whose hands it's in.
A sling shot in my hands is a kid's toy
A sling shot in David's hand is a mighty weapon.
It depends whose hands it's in.
Two fish and 5 loaves of bread in my
hands is a couple of fish sandwiches.
Two fish and 5 loaves of bread in
God's hands will feed thousands.
It depends whose hands it's in.
Nails in my hands might produce a birdhouse
Nails in Jesus Christ's hands will
produce salvation for the entire world.
It depends whose hands it's in.
As you see now it depends whose hands it's in.
So put your concerns, your worries, your fears,
your hopes, your dreams, your families and your
relationships in God's hands because...
It depends whose hands it's in.
This message is now in your hands.
What will YOU do with it?
My life is like a tiny boat sailing on the oceans greatest sea.
The waves roll and tumble angrily almost swallowing me.
Storms thunder in the darkness and lightnings pierces the deep.
Fear fills my mind and I'm afraid to even speak.
My tiny boat looks like it will be broken and nothing shall remain.
Sometimes I think all the work I've done has all been in vain.
My tears can fill another ocean for I hurt for the lost.
I give my love to help them find Jesus regardless of my cost.
He guides my tiny boat into the safe waters of life.
Only He can calm the storms and bring peace without strife.
The rocks beneath my boat are jagged but they cannot destroy.
For Jesus keeps me safe because I am His child of joy.
He paid it all for me and all to Him I owe.
Sin has leave a crimson stain but Jesus washed me white as snow.
So sail on little boat, just JESUS alone overcomes sins angry seas.
He made the compass of my ship and knows all of its degrees.
So sail on little ship, Jesus says "NEVER FEAR, I AM HERE!"
His love will guide me safely home and I don't even have to steer.
Don't worry about the vast turmoil of the mighty terror of the sea.
His eye is on the sparrow and I know He watches ME!
Written by Sybil Shearin
Kept by The Son
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J esus, Son of God Eternal
E verlasting Lord He is,
S avior of a world of sinners,
U niversal King to be,
S ought us, brought us victory.
C hirst is due all adoration,
H humbly born to save our race,
R uler of the whole creation
I ntercedes and gives us grace,
S aves us from sins condemnation,
T ruly worthy of all praise!
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HE IS MY SONG THAT I SING
HE IS THE JOY THAT A NEW DAY BRINGS
HE IS MY STRENGTH WHEN I AM WEAK
HE IS MY VOICE WHEN I SPEAK
HE IS MY FRIEND WHEN I NEED A HUG
HE IS MY LOVER, WHEN I NEED REAL LOVE
HE IS THE LAWYER WHO PLEADS MY CASE
HE IS THE ONLY RIGHTEOUS JUDGE WHO FORGIVES ME, THEN, ALL ME SINS HE ERASES
HE IS THE DOCTOR WHO HEALS MY WOUNDS
HE IS MY REDEEMER, AND HE'S COMING BACK SOON
HE IS MY COMFORTER WHEN I'M FEELING DOWN
HE IS MY ANGEL THAT IS EVERPRESENT, ALWAYS AROUND
HE IS MY PROVIDER ALWAYS SUPPLYING WHEN I NEED HELP
HE IS MY WATER, MY BREAD, STORED UP ON THE SHELF
HE IS MY TEACHER, WHO SHOWS ME WHAT TO DO
HE IS MY ENCOURAGER, WHEN I REALLY DON'T WANT TO
HE IS THAT FIRE BURNING DEEP DOWN IN MY SOUL
HE IS MY FORTUNE-TELLER, FOR IN HIS HANDS, MY FUTURE HE HOLDS
HE IS THE REPAIRMAN WHO COMES TO FIX MY STUFF
HE IS THE EVERLASTING FATHER, WHO IS MORE THAN ENOUGH
HE IS THE PRINCE OF PEACE, YES A PEACEMAKER IS HE
HE IS MY EYES, MY LIGHT, MY PATHWAY, WHEN I CAN'T SEE
HE IS MY MIGHTY COUNSELOR WHEN I NEED SOME ADVICE
HE IS MY DEBT CONSOLIDATOR, FOR HE PAID THE ULTIMATE PRICE
HE IS MY HOPE FOR TOMORROW
HE IS MY EVER FLOWING INCOME, SO I DON'T HAVE TO BEG, STEAL, NOR BORROW
HE IS THE MERCY WHICH HE RENEWS FOR ME EVERYDAY
HE IS MY TRUTH, MY LIFE, THE ONLY WAY
HE IS THE WARDEN, WHO UNLOCKS THE CHAINS AND SETS ME FREE
HE IS MY ROLE MODEL, FOR I ALWAYS LOOK UP TO THEE
HE IS THE AUTHOR, THE FINISHER OF MY FAITH
HE IS THE PATIENCE THAT ALWAYS TELLS ME TO WAIT
JESUS IS MY EVERYTHING, ALTHOUGH WITH MY NATURAL EYES, HIM, I CANNOT SEE
JESUS IS MY EVERYTHING, MY EVERYTHING, EVERYTHING I WANT TO BE
JESUS IS MY EVERYTHING, THEREFORE, I DON'T WAIT UNTIL DECEMBER 25TH FOR HIM TO HEAR
HOW HE IS MY EVERYTHING, ALL THE TIME, EVERYDAY OF THE YEAR.
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In the city of Chicago, one cold, dark night, a blizzard was setting in. A little boy was selling newspapers on the corner, watching the people walk in and out of the cold. The little boy was so cold thathe wasn't trying to sell many papers. He walked up to a policeman and said, "Mister, you wouldn't happen to know where a poor boy could find a warm place to sleep tonight would you? You see, I sleep in a box up around the corner there and down the alley and it's awful cold in there for tonight. Sure would be nice to have a warm place to stay."
The policeman looked down at the little boy and said, "you go down the street to that big white house and you knock on the door. When they come out the door you just say John 3:16, and they will let you in."
So he did. He walked up the steps and knocked on the door, and a lady answered. He looked up and said, "John 3:16." The lady said, "Come on in, Son." She took him in and she sat him down in a split bottom rocker in front of a great big old fireplace, and she went off. The boy sat there for a while and thought to himself: John 3:16...I don't understand it, but it sure makes a cold boy warm.
Later she came back and asked him "Are you hungry?" He said, "Well, just a little. I haven't eaten in a couple of days, and I guess I could stand a little bit of food," The lady took him in the kitchen and sat him down to a table full of wonderful food. He ate and ate until he couldn't eat any more. Then he thought to himself: John 3:16...Boy, I sure don't understand it but it sure makes a hungry boy full.
She took him upstairs to a bathroom to a huge bathtub filled with warm water, and he sat there and soaked for a while. As he soaked, he thought to himself: John 3:16... I sure don't understand it, but it sure makes a dirty boy clean. You know, I've not had a bath, a real bath, in my whole life. The only bath I ever had was when I stood in front of that big old fire hydrant as they flushed it out.
The lady came in and got him. She took him to a room, tucked him into a big old feather bed, pulled the covers up around his neck, kissed him goodnight and turned out the lights. As he lay in the darkness and looked out the window at the snow coming down on that cold night, he thought to himself: John 3:16...I don't understand it but it sure makes a tired boy rested.
The next morning the lady came back up and took him down again to that same big table full of food. After he ate, she took him back to that same big old split bottom rocker in front of the fireplace and picked up a big old Bible. She sat down in front of him and looked into his young face. "Do you understand John 3:16?" she asked gently.
He replied, "No, Ma'am, I don't. The first time I ever heard it was last night when the policeman told me to use it," She opened the Bible to John 3:16 and began to explain to him about Jesus. Right there, in front of that big old fireplace, he gave his heart and life to Jesus. He sat there and thought: John 3:16....I don't understand it, but it sure makes a lost boy feel safe.
You know, I have to confess I don't understand it either, how God was willing to send His Son to die for me, and how Jesus would agree to do such a thing. I don't understand the agony of the Father and every angel in heaven as they watched Jesus suffer and die. I don't understand the intense love for ME that kept Jesus on the cross till the end. I don't understand it, but it sure does make life worth living.
For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.
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Most of you know John Wayne as an actor. You may not know what happened to him before he died. This is that story!
Robert Schuller's teenage daughter, Cindy, was in a motorcycle accident and had to have her leg amputated. John Wayne is a big fan of Robert Schuller. He heard Dr. Schuller say on one of his programs that his daughter had been in an accident and had to have her leg amputated. John Wayne wrote a note to her saying:
Sorry to hear about your accident. Hope you will be all right. Signed, John Wayne
The note was delivered to her and she decided she wanted to write John Wayne a note in reply. She wrote:
Dear Mr. Wayne,
I got your note. Thanks for writing to me. I like you very much. I am going to be all right because Jesus is going to help me. Mr. Wayne, do you know Jesus? I sure hope you know Jesus, Mr. Wayne, because I cannot imagine Heaven being complete without John Wayne being there. I hope, if you don't know Jesus, that you will give your heart to Jesus right now. See you in Heaven. And she signed her name.
She had just put that letter in an envelope, sealed it, and written across the front of it "John Wayne" when a visitor came into her room to see her. He said to her: What are you doing?
She said: I just wrote a letter to John Wayne, but I don't know how to get it to him. He said: That's funny, I am going to have dinner with John Wayne tonight at the Newport Club down at Newport Beach. Give it to me and I will give it to him. She gave him the letter and he put it in his coat pocket.
There were twelve of them that night sitting around the table for dinner. They were laughing and cutting up and the guy happened to reach in his pocket and felt that letter and remembered. John Wayne was seated at the end of the table and the guy took the letter out and said:
Hey, Duke, I was in Schuller's daughter's room today and she wrote you a letter and wanted me to give it to you. Here it is.
They passed it down to John Wayne and he opened it. They kept on laughing and cutting up and someone happened to look down at John Wayne. He was crying.
One of them said: Hey, Duke, what is the matter? He said (and can't you hearhim saying it), " I want to read you this letter." He read the letter. Then he began to weep. He folded it, put it in his pocket, and he pointed to the man who delivered it to him and said: "You go tell that little girl that right now, in this restaurant, right here, John Wayne gives his heart to Jesus Christ and I will see her in heaven." Three weeks later John Wayne died.
You never know how your witness to another will effect their eternity! To everything there is a season and a time to every purpose under the heaven. Ecclesiastes 3:1
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Sometimes we have a cross to bear,
With only Jesus, our Savior to share;
We know others love us and care,
But only Jesus is always there...
We look up at the sky so big and blue,
And realize sweet Jesus has felt this way too...
He watched over the tiny sparrow when he flew;
Only Jesus cares so much more for me and you...
Only Jesus knows our fears and pain,
He carried a cross with suffering and shame,
So that our burdens and tears would not be in vain;
Only Jesus, only Jesus, He came...
When our faith is down and low,
Remember Calvary, only Jesus had to go;
A crown of thorns and nail-scarred hands
He had to show for you and I,
Only Jesus, Only Jesus knows...
Aren't we lucky to have such a powerful attorney on our side?
After living a "decent" life, my time on earth came to an end. The first thing I remember is sitting on a bench in the waiting room of what I thought to be a courthouse.
The doors opened and I was instructed to come in and have a seat by the defense table. As I looked around I saw the "prosecutor." He was a villainous looking gent who snarled as he stared at me. He definitely was the most evil person I have ever seen.
I sat down and looked to my left and there sat my lawyer, a kind and gentle looking man whose appearance seemed familiar to me.
The corner door flew open and there appeared the judge in full flowing robes. He commanded an awesome presence as he moved across the room. I couldn't take my eyes off of him. As he took his seat behind the bench, he said, "Let us begin."
The prosecutor rose and said, "My name is Satan and I am here to show you why this man belongs in hell."
He proceeded to tell of lies that I told, things that I stole, and in the past when I cheated others. Satan told of other horrible perversions that were once in my life and the more he spoke, the further down in my seat I sank. I was so embarrassed that I couldn't look at anyone, even my own lawyer, as the Devil told of sins that even I had completely forgotten about.
As upset as I was at Satan for telling all these things about me, I was equally upset at my representative who sat there silently not offering any form of defense at all. I know I had been guilty of those things, but I had done some good in my life - couldn't that at least equal out part of the harm I've done?
Satan finished with a fury and said, "This man belongs in hell, he is guilty of all that I have charged and there is not a person who can prove otherwise.
When it was his turn, my lawyer first asked if he might approach the bench. The judge allowed this over the strong objection of Satan, and beckoned him to come forward.
As he got up and started walking, I was able to see him in his full splendor and majesty. I realized why he seemed so familiar. This was Jesus representing me, my Lord and my Savior. He stopped at the bench and softly said to the judge, "Hi Dad," and then he turned to address the court.
"Satan was correct in saying that this man had sinned, I won't deny any of these allegations. And yes the wage of sin is death, and this man deserves to be punished."
Jesus took a deep breath and turned to his Father with out stretched arms and proclaimed, "However, I died on the cross so that this person might have eternal life and he has accepted me as his Savior, so he is mine."
My Lord continued with, "His name is written in the book of life and no one can take him from me. Satan still does not understand yet. This man is not to be given justice, but rather mercy."
As Jesus sat down, he quietly paused, looked at his Father and replied, "There is nothing else that needs to be done. I've done it all."
The judge lifted his mighty hand and slammed the gavel down. The following words bellowed from his lips..."This man is free. The penalty for him has already been paid in full. Case dismissed."
As my Lord led me away, I could hear Satan ranting and raving, "I won't give up, I'll win the next one."
I asked Jesus as he gave me my instructions where to go next, "Have you ever lost a case?" Christ lovingly smiled and said, "Everyone that has come to me and asked me to represent them has received the same verdict as you,
Paid in Full."
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Used with permission
Submitted and Written by: Alayna Valimont
Copyright: Alayna Valimont
7th grade school year 2003-2004
It's amazing to think that six seconds can change your life but that's exactly what happened to me. I remember that day as if it was yesterday. I remember what I wore and everything. It may not seem important to you but to me preserving the details is the most important thing. It was a hot Wednesday night so my mom let me wear shorts to church. I was wearing my green and white tennis shoes and my green and white golf shirt with my green hat and my red, yellow and white purse.
Pastor Rob had spoken about not letting the way others perceive you get in the way with your relationship with God. There was a powerful altar call and half the group went up there, including me. God's presence was so strong in that room. Most of us couldn't stand up because of it. Many times, parents would come in to pick up their kids and they would have to lean up against the wall for support because of God's power.
At various times the door would open and shut but for some reason, that time when it opened, I looked up.
Brad, one of the kids from my youth group, walked in and slammed the door. Most people looked up but some were so into seeking after God that they didn't even notice.
I was standing right in front of Brad and I began to walk towards him to ask if I could help in any way. As a leader, I was supposed to help others and make sure that people coming in the doors didn't disturb those who were praying. But, this guy was different. He wasn't exactly mentally stable and he was depressed most of the time. He hadn't always been that way, but little by little, he stopped coming to church and his whole attitude and group of friends changed. He started to hang out with the kids who meddled in witchcraft and he just wasn't the same person any more. As I was walking up to him, I looked around the room for an adult leader but they were all busy. I started to get nervous because he had something bulging from his jacket.
"Stay where you are Ms. Preacher's daughter!" he growled.
Some of the people in the room were still totally and completely oblivious to him so, I guess as a result, he reached into his jacket and pulled out the object that made his jacket bulge moments before.
I don't know if he chose me because I was standing in front of him or, if it was because he never really liked me, nevertheless, he pulled the trigger on his gun and shot me.
Of course, I'm speaking of this from hindsight but, in reality the whole thing probably took place in about six seconds, more or less.
As I fell to the ground, I kept thinking about what would happen to my friends and me and what was making Brad shoot all of these God-fearing people. He shot many other people and didn't stop shooting until he stopped hearing the screams. The room was painfully quiet and I wasn't sure whether everyone was dead or if they were just trying to keep their tears and screams of terror and pain in, as to not provoke him anymore.
He finally stopped shooting and laughed manically. Then, the strangest thing I have ever heard or seen happened. He started arguing with himself.
"I cant believe I just shot all these people." He whispered in terror.
"Believe it." He responded to himself. "They deserved it! Following after God like that. I'll tell you one thing, our master wouldn't like it one bit. No, not one. That's why we did this. We're helping him. He never should have been thrown out of heaven."
"No!" he shouted back at what ever was inside him. "This isn't right. Help me please some one! This is evil I cant control it," he started screaming.
"you haven't seen evil yet!" the thing responded. "We're gonna go meet Him right now. Yes, we are. Let's see how he deals with this... this, rebellion of yours!"
And, with an ominous presence Brad turned the gun on himself. although someone crawled out of the room while he was arguing with the demon inside of him and called the police, they didn't get there soon enough.
Brad died but he was the only person that did. Many of my friends were seriously injured as I was but, thank the Lord, no one else besides him died.
Even now, I can only think about how Brad is going to spend an eternity in hell because of that.
He meant to shoot me in my heart but thank God, his aim was a little off and he shot me more to the left than he meant to.
I have lost the complete use of my entire left side because of the incident that night but I know God must have let my paralysis happen for a reason.
What the Devil meant for bad, God turned to good. I now travel the whole world telling the gospel to the youth of our nation and telling them my story and uncovering the evils of witchcraft.
Even so, there isn't one day that goes by that I don't wake up and think that if only I had reached out a little more, if only we had moved out of our little cliques and tried to help, if only we had just said hello, or tried to accept him a little more than we did, maybe things would be different. Maybe, he wouldn't have felt so alone that he needed to turn to witchcraft. But then, we can't live in the land of "if only's" now can we?
I was too afraid to step out of my comfort zone to reach out to someone and show them I cared. Are you?
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Submitted by: Suggie
They walked in tandem, each of the ninety-two students filing into the already crowded auditorium. With rich maroon gowns flowing and the traditional caps, they looked almost as grown up as they felt. Dads swallowed hard behind broad smiles, and Moms freely brushed away tears.
This class would not pray during the commencements ----- not by choice but because of a recent court ruling prohibiting it. The principal and several students were careful to stay within the guidelines allowed by the ruling. They gave inspirational and challenging speeches, but no one mentioned divine guidance and no one asked for blessings on the graduates or their families.
The speeches were nice, but they were routine......until the final speech received a standing ovation.
A solitary student walked proudly to the microphone. He stood still and silent for just a moment, and then, it happened. All 92 students, every single one of them, suddenly SNEEZED!!!!
The student on stage simply looked at the audience and said, " GOD BLESS YOU, each and every one of you!" And he walked off stage...
The audience exploded into applause. The graduating class found a unique way to invoke God's blessing on their future with or without the court's approval.
Isn't this a wonderful story?
In God We Trust, United We Stand. This is a true story, just recently happening at the University of Maryland. It's inspiring.
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Tell the devil today, he is a liar! He will not take your joy, your peace or disturb your spirit.
Tell him he cannot sleep in your bed -- there's not enough cover.
Tell him he cannot sit in your chair -- you will not give him a cushion of comfort.
Tell him he can't touch your body -- it's covered with the blood of Jesus!
Tell him he cannot audit your finances -- you've changed your accountants!
Tell him he cannot enter your home -- the locks have been changed.
Tell him to leave your workplace -- he's not on the list of things to do today.
Tell him to take his hands off your children -- you've had hands laid on them.
Tell him you have no time for nonsense, criticism or fears -- you are on a mission, and you walk by faith.
Tell him no more tears, heartaches or headaches -- there's another, He that restores your soul.
Tell him, today, you have a gentle, powerful inner peace within that consumes you and leave no room for confusion.
Tell him, today, you will respond soothingly to a crying child, a tense spouse, or an impatient friend.
Tell him, today, you will find no fault with a relative, friend or colleague.
Tell him to leave your tongue alone -- today you will not talk of anyone, before placing God at the beginning of your thought.
Tell him, wherever you are, that God is!
Tell him, God said, "My people will abide in a peaceful habitation, and in a quiet resting place." (Isaiah 32:18)
Today, tell him he is a liar!!
"I have said this to you, so that you may have peace. In the world you face persecution, but take courage, I have conquered the world!" (John 16:33)
And while you are making these statements of faith and fact, try reading the devil his rights just like the police do for anyone they arrest!
1. You have the right to remain silent.
2. You have the right to a fair trial - to be given you by the saints of God right before we collectively drop-kick you into the pit of hell forever.
3. You have the right to know that not only anything you say but anything you do CAN and WILL be held against you.
You get the picture I'm sure. Now will you all excuse me while I do a bit of shouting all over my house? Joyfully! God bless and REMEMBER WHO IS IN CONTROL OF YOUR LIFE!
The Bible says to have an answer for why you believe to those who ask you. This is a good example of an answer to one of the most common reasons sinners give for ignoring God and His goodness.
A man went to a barber shop to have his hair and his beard cut as always. He started to have a good conversation with the barber who attended him.
They talked about so many things and various subjects. Suddenly, they touched the subject of God. The barber said, "Look man, I don't believe that God exists as you say."
"Why do you say that?" asked the client.
"Well, it's so easy, you just have to go out in the street to realize that God does not exist. Oh, tell me, if God existed, would there be so many sick people? Would there be abandoned children? If God existed, there would be no suffering nor pain. I can't think of loving a God who permits all of these things."
The client stopped for a moment thinking, but he didn't want to respond so as to cause an argument. The barber finished his job and the client went out of the shop. Just after he left the barber shop he saw a man in the street with a long hair and beard (it seems that it had been a long time since he had his cut and he looked so untidy).
Then the client again entered the barber shop and he said to the barber.
"You know what? Barbers do not exist."
"How can you say they don't exist?" asked the barber. "Well I am here and I am a barber."
"No!" the client exclaimed. "They don't exist because if they did there would be no people with long hair and beard like that man who walks in the street."
"Ah, barbers do exist, what happens is that people do not come to me."
"Exactly!" affirmed the client. "That's the point. God does exist, what happens is people don't go to Him and do not look for Him. That's why there's so much pain and suffering in the world."
In that world between asleep and awake I found myself in a huge room, it was not a particular room except for a wall full of drawers like you find in a library. The drawers went from the floor to the ceiling and looked like there was no end on sight. Each drawer had a different name. When I got close, one of the titles called my attention:
'Girls that I have loved'.
Without paying much attention I opened it and started to read the cards inside. All of the sudden I realized that I recognized the name on each one of them. They were the Girls that I have loved!
I started to realize where I was. This huge room with its endless drawers represented my existence. There I could find each one of the actions of my life even the small ones that I had forgotten.
I started to feel a sensation of curiosity, expectation, and wonder when I started to open the drawers randomly, to explore what they contain.
Some made me happy and brought me sweet remembrances. Others, on the contrary, gave me a feeling of shame and guilt so intense that I had to turn to see if someone was watching me.
The file 'Friends?' was next to the 'Friends that I have betrayed' and'Friends that I have abandoned when they needed me the most'
The titles went from the ordinary to the ridiculous.
'Books that I have read'
'Lies that I have told'
'Condolences that I have given'
'Jokes that I have told'
The titles kept amazing me. In some drawers there were more cards than the ones I thought would be and in others less.
I was amazed by the volume of the information that I have compiled about my life. How could I have the time to write each one of these millions of cards?
But each card confirms the truth. Each card had my signature and was handwritten.
I became dumb founded when I saw the drawer 'Songs that I have listened to', when I discovered that it did not have an end in sight. I felt ashamed not for the quality of the music but because it showed how much time I have wasted.
When I arrived to the drawer 'Impure thoughts', a tremble ran throughout my body.
I only open the drawer a few inches? I was ashamed to discover its depth.
Randomly I took a card out and I read it. I felt sick knowing that 'this' moment hidden in obscurity had been recorded.
I didn't need to see any more?
An animal instinct came out of me. A thought dominated my mind. No one should ever see these cards. No one should ever enter into this room? I have to destroy it!
With insane feelings I pulled on a drawer, I had to empty it and burn the cards that it contained.
But I discovered that I could neither empty nor could I burn the cards. I realized that I could not even dislodge a single one from the drawer.
I became desperate and tried to yank even harder, only to discover that they were harder than steel when I tried to rip them.
Defeated and completely defenseless, I returned the drawer to its place.
Placing my head against the endless bookcase, invincible witness to my miseries I started to cry.
Then the title of one of the drawers made me feel a little bit better. 'People with whom I have shared the Gospel'.
The handle shined when I opened it I found less than 10 cards. Once more tears came to my eyes. I was crying from the depth of my being. I could not even take a breath. I fell to the floor crying in shame.
A new thought came to my head: No one should enter this room, I need to find the key and lock it permanently.
While I dried my tears, I saw him.
Oh no!!, please don't!!, not Him!!, anyone but Jesus.
Helpless, I saw how Jesus opened the drawers, and read each card. I could not stand to look at his reaction.
At that moment I didn't want to meet his eyes.
Intuitive Jesus drew near the worse drawers.
Why does he have to read them all?
With sadness in his eyes he looked into mine, I lowered my head with shame; I put my hands on my face and started to cry once more.
He came near, put his hands on my shoulders.
He could have said many things. But he did not speak.
He stood next to me, in silence.
That was the day that Jesus kept silent and cried with me.
And returning to the drawers, from one side to the other side of the room, started to open them and one by one and on each card he signed his name over mine.
Oh NO!!, I screamed running toward HIM.
The only thing I could say was NO!!, NO!!
When I ripped the card from his hands. His name didn't need to be in those cards. Those weren't his sins they were mine!!.
But there it was. Written in crimson. His name covered mine, written in his own blood.
He took the card from my hand, he looked at me with a sad smile and continued signing cards.
I don't understand how he did it so quickly.
The next instance I saw him closing the last drawer and come to me.
He gave a tender look and said to me: 'It is done, it is finished, I am carrying your shame and guilt.
At that moment both left the room?Room that still is open? because there are more cards to be filled?
I still don't know if it was a dream or a reality but, of what I am convinced, is that the next time that Jesus returns to that room, he will find more cards that will make him happy, less wasted time and less vanity and shameful cards.
Written by Juan Perez.
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One Sunday at church, the pastor welcomed a guest speaker. An elderly man walked up to the podium, and began to speak...
"One day, my son, his friend, and I were on a boat at sea when a storm broke out. The boat was capsized and there was only one lifeline. It was the hardest desicion of my life... whether to save my one and only son, or to save his friend."
The man glanced at two teenagers who were starting to look interested.
"My son was a Christian, so I knew he would go to heaven. I also knew that my son's friend was not a Christian. I yelled out, "I love you, son," and threw the lifeline to my son's friend. Seconds later, my son disappeared under the waves."
When the man finished, there was a long slience. The pastor then stood, led the congregatiion in a prayer, gave a short sermon, and dismissed them. After the service, the two teenagers went up to the man, and said...
"That was a nice story, but it doesn't seem very realistic..."
"Maybe not," replied the man. "But it helps me see the love of the Father. You see, I was that father, and your pastor... was my friend's son..."
The father sacrificed his only son in hope that his friend's son would become a Christian. Just like God sacrificed his only son, Jesus, so we could live and have eternal life...
"For God so loved the world, that he gave his one and only begotten Son. That whosoever believes in Him, shall not perish, but have eternal life." John 3:16
I am part of the fellowship of the unashamed. The dye has cast. The decision has been made. I have stepped over the line. I won't look back, let up, slow down, or back away.
My past is redeemed, my present makes sense, my future is secure, I'm finished and done with low living, sight walking, small planning, smooth knees, colorless dreams, tamed visions, mundane talking, cheap giving, and dwarfed goals.
I no longer need pre-eminence, prosperity, position, promotions, plaudits, or popularity. I don't have to be right, first, tops, recognized, praised, regarded or rewarded. I now live by faith, lean on his presence, walk with patience, live by prayer, and labor with power.
My face is set, my gait is fast, my goal is Heaven, my road is narrow, my way is rough, my companions are few, my Guide is reliable, my mission is clear. I cannot be bought, compromised, detoured, lured away, turned back, deluded, or delayed. I will not flinch in the face of sacrifice, hesitate in the presence of the adversary, negotiate at the table of the enemy, ponder at the pool of popularity, or meander in the maze of mediocrity.
I won't give up, shut up, let up, until I have stayed up, stored up, prayed up, paid up, spoken up for the cause of Christ. I am a disciple of Jesus Christ. I must go 'till he comes, give 'till I drop, preach 'till all know, and work 'till he stops me. And when He comes for His own, He will have no problem recognizing me.
My banner is clear: I am part of the fellowship of the unashamed.
author: Bob Moorehead
The U in JesUs
Before U were thought of or time had begun,
God even stuck U in the name of His Son.
And each time U pray, you'll see it's true
You can't spell out JesUs and not include U.
You're a pretty big part of His wonderful name,
For U, He was born; that's why He came.
And His great love for U is the reason He died.
It even takes U to spell crUcified.
Isn't it thrilling and splendidly grand
He rose from the dead, with U in His plan?
The stones split away, the gold trUmpet blew,
and this word resUrrection is spelled with a U.
When JesUs left earth at His upward ascension,
He felt there was one thing He just had to mention.
"Go into the world and tell them it's true
That I love them all - Just like I love U."
So many great people are spelled with a U,
Don't they have a right to know JesUs too?
It all depends now on what U will do,
He'd like them to know,
But it all starts with U.
The will of God will never take you,
Where the grace of God cannot keep you,
Where the arms of God cannot support you,
Where the riches of God cannot supply your needs,
Where the power of God cannot endow you.
The will of God will never take you,
Where the Spirit of God cannot work through you,
Where the wisdom of God cannot teach you,
Where the army of God cannot protect you,
Where the hands of God cannot mold you.
The will of God will never take you,
Where the love of God cannot enfold you,
Where the mercies of God cannot sustain you,
Where the peace of God cannot calm your fears,
Where the authority of God cannot overrule for you.
The will of God will never take you,
Where the comfort of God cannot dry your tears,
Where the Word of God cannot feed you,
Where the miracles of God cannot be done for you,
Where the omnipresence of God cannot find you.
Everything happens for a purpose.
We may not see the wisdom of it all now,
but trust and believe in the Lord that everything is for the best.
Romans 8 :28
28. And we know that God causes all things to work together for good to those who love God, to those who are called according to His purpose.
What if God decided to stop leading us tomorrow because we didn't follow Him today?
What if God couldn't take the time to bless us today because we couldn't take the time to thank Him yesterday?
What if we never saw another flower bloom because we grumbled when God sent the Rain?
What if God didn't walk with us today because we failed to recognize it as His day?
What if, God took away the Bible tomorrow because we would not read it today?
What if, God took away His message because we failed to listen to the messenger? <==THINK ABOUT THIS ONE.........
What if, God didn't send His only begotten Son because He wanted us to be prepared to pay the price for sin?
What if, the door of the church was closed because we did not open the door of our heart?
What if, God stopped loving and caring for us because we failed to love and care for others?
What if, God would not hear us today because we would not listen to Him?
What if, God answered our prayers the way we answer His call to service?
What if, God met our needs the way we give Him our lives???
What if, we failed to send this message on??
THIS IS A SIMPLE TEST....... If you love Jesus, send this to as much people as possible.
MAY GOD BLESS YOU ALWAYS
GOD answers you in ways that you least expect. Be quiet, listen and observe and the answers will all be revealed to you in HIS own time.
The best friend you can have at any time is GOD and yourself ! Love Yourself !
"I know you're angry at Me right now. That's all right, people have been angry at Me before and will be again. Being angry is part of being human. My Son got angry, too. It's all right to be angry sometimes ... at injustice, for example, or the lack of charity.
"You probably think I am unjust and unloving when an airplane goes down like that. All those people lost. The children gone. It doesn't seem right; it can't be loving.
You ask, 'Where was God?' Why did He allow that to happen?"
"I allowed it to happen because I allow you freedom. I could have left you on a string and made you dance all day without getting tired. I could have moved your mouth and made you sing all night without growing hoarse. I could have pulled a wire that would have let you soar skyward and never fall.
"I could have, but I didn't ... I didn't because I love you so much! I want you to be free to decide when to dance and sing; free to determine when you will come to Me in faith and hope. Because you are free, some of you choose not to dance or sing. Some of you select hatred over love, revenge over forgiveness, bombs over a helping hand.
"As you choose, I watch. I do not disappear. I listen to both the songs and the bombs. AND I REMEMBER.
"Where was God?" you wonder ... I WAS THERE!
"Amid the paralyzing fear, I was there, just as I was there with My Son in the garden. Amid the unbearable pain, I was there, as I was with Him as He was whipped. Amid the terrible realization that life was ending too soon, I was there ... there with Him as He hung on the cross and asked, like you,
"My God, My God, why have You forsaken Me?"
"I had not forsaken Him and I did not forsake them. I was there as they fell, and rose to eternal joy. I listened to their anger, answered their questions and showed them why they had been created ... not to end that way, but to live with Me forever.
"In an instant, they came into existence, as you did. In an instant, they left this world, as you will. But beyond that last instant, I kept My promise ... a little girl dances, a business woman sings, and a pilot keeps his wings forever."
GOD was here
Here is where God was September 11, 2001.
He was very busy!
He was trying to discourage anyone from taking those flights.
He was busy creating obstacles for employees at the World Trade Center.
He was holding up two two 110-story buildings so that 2/3 of the workers could get out.
Although this is without a doubt the worst thing we have ever seen in our lives ... if you look you can see God's miracles in every bit of it. Just try to imagine going through such a difficult time and not believing in God, life would be hopeless and helpless.
"I CAN do all things through Christ who strengthens me."
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John Powell, a professor at Loyola University in Chicago writes about a student named Tommy in his Theology of Faith class:
Some twelve years ago, I stood watching my university students file into the classroom for our first session in the Theology of Faith. That was the day I first saw Tommy. My eyes and mind both blinked. He was combing his long flaxen hair, which hung six inches below his shoulders. It was the first tome I had ever seen a boy with hair that long. I guess it was just coming into fashion the. I know in my mind that it isn't what's on your head but what's in it that counts; but on that day I was unprepared and my emotions flipped. I immediately filed Tommy under 'S' for strange, very strange.
Tommy turned out to be the "atheist in residence" in my Theology of Faith course. He constantly objected to, smirked at, or whined about the possibility of an unconditionally loving Father/God. We lived with each other in relative peace for one semester, although I admit he was, for me at times, a serious pain in the back pew.
When he came up at the end of the course to turn in his final exam, he asked in a slightly cynical tone, "Do you think I'll ever find God?"
I decided instantly on a little shock therapy.
"No!" I said very emphatically.
"Oh", he responded,
"I thought that was the product you were pushing."
I let him get five steps from the classroom door, then called out, "Tommy! I don't think you'll ever find Him, but I am absolutely certain that He will find you!"
He shrugged a little and left my class and my life.
I felt slightly disappointed at the thought that he had missed my clever line: "He will find you!" At least I thought it was clever. Later I heard that Tommy had graduated, and I was duly grateful.
Then a sad report came. I heard that Tommy had terminal cancer. Before I could search him out, he came to see me. When he walked into my office, his body was very badly wasted, and the long hair had all fallen out as a result of chemotherapy, but his eyes were bright, and his voice was firm for the first time, I believe.
"Tommy, I've thought about you often.
I heard you are sick," I blurted out.
"Oh yes, very sick. I have cancer in both lungs. It's a matter of weeks."
"Can you talk about it, Tom?" I asked.
"Sure, what would you like to know?" he replied.
"What's it like to be twenty-four and dying?"
"Well, it could be worse."
"Well, like being fifty and having no values or ideals; like being fifty and thinking that booze, seducing women, and making money are the real biggies in the life."
(I began to look through my mental file cabinet under 'S' where I had filed Tommy as strange. It seems as though everybody I try to reject by classification, God sends back into my life to educate me.)
"but what I really came to see you about," Tom said, "is something you said to me on the last day of class."
He continued, "I asked you if you thought I would ever find God, and you said, 'No!' which surprised me. Then you said, 'But He will find you.' I thought about that a lot, even though my search for God was hardly intense at that time.
(My clever line... He thought about that a lot!)
"But when the doctors removed a lump from my groin and told me that it was malignant, that's when I got serious about locating God. And when the malignancy spread into my vital organs, I really began banging bloody fists against the bronze doors of heaven, but God did not come out. In fact, nothing happened. Did you ever try something for a long time with great effort and with no success? You get psychologically glutted; fed up with trying. And then you quit. Well, one day I woke up, and instead of throwing a few more futile appeals over that high brick wall to a God who may or may not be there, I just quit. I decided that I didn't really care about God, about an afterlife, or anything like that. I decided to spend what time I had left doing something more profitable."
"I thought about you and your class, and I remembered something else you had said: 'The essential sadness is to go through life without loving. But it would be almost equally sad to go through life and leave this world without ever telling those you loved that you had loved them.' So, I began with the hardest one, my Dad. He was reading the newspaper when I approached him.
"Yes, what?" he asked without lowering the newspaper.
"Dad, I would like to talk with you."
"I mean it's really important."
The newspaper came down three slow inches. "What is it?" "Dad, I love you. I just wanted you to know that." (Tom smiled at me and said it with obvious satisfaction, as though he felt a warm and secret joy flowing inside of him.)
"The newspaper fluttered to the floor. Then my father did two things I could never remember him ever doing before.
He cried and hugged me.
"We talked all night, even though he had to go to work the next morning. It felt so good to be close to my father, to see his tears, to fell his hug, to hear him say that he loved me. "It was easier with my mother and little brother. They cried with me, too, and we hugged each other, and started saying real nice things to each other. We shared the things we had been keeping secret for so many years. I was only sorry about one thing - that I had waited so long. Here I was, just beginning to open up to all the people I had actually been close to. Then one day, I turned around and God was there! He didn't come to me when I pleaded with Him. I guess I was like an animal trainer holding out a loop; 'C'mon, jump through. C'mon, I'll give You three days, three weeks.'
Apparently God does things in His own way and at His own hour. But the important thing is that He was there. He found me. You were right, He found me even after I stopped looking for Him."
"Tommy." I practically gasped, "I think you are saying something very important and much more universal that you realize. To me, at least, you are saying that the surest way to find God is not to make Him a private possession, a problem solver, or an instant consolation in time of need, but rather to open up to love.
You know, the Apostle John said that.
He said: 'God is love,
and anyone who lives in love is living in God
and God is living in him.'
"Tom, could I ask you a favor? You know, when I had you in class you were a real pain. But (laughingly) you can make it all up to me now. Would you come into my present Theology of Faith course and tell them what you have just told me? If I told them the same thing, it wouldn't me a half as effective as if you were to tell them."
"Ooh ... I was ready for you,
but I don't know if I'm ready for your class."
"Tom, think about it. If and when you are ready, give me a call." In a few days, Tom called, said he was ready for the class, that he wanted to do that for God and for me. So we scheduled a date, but he never made it. He had another appointment, far more important that the one with me and my class.
Of course, his life was not really ended by his death, only changed. He made the great step from faith into vision. He found a life far more beautiful that the eye of man had ever seen or the ear of man has ever heard, or the mind has ever imagined.
Before he died, we talked one last time.
"I'm not going to make it to your class," he said.
"I know, Tom."
"Will you tell them for me? Will you... tell the whole world for me?"
"I will. Tom. I'll tell them. I'll do my best."
So to all of you who have been kind enough to hear this simple statement about love, thank you for listening. And to you, Tommy, somewhere in the sunlit, verdant hills of heaven - I told them, Tommy, as best I could.
If this story means anything to you, please pass it on to a friend or two. It is a true story and is not enhanced for publicity purposes. With thanks, John Powell, Professor Loyola University, Chicago.
If you woke up this morning with more health than illness, you are more blessed than the million who won't survive the week.
If you have never experienced the danger of battle, the loneliness of imprisonment, the agony of torture or the pangs of starvation, you are ahead of 20 million people around the world.
If you attend a church meeting without fear of harassment, arrest, torture, or death, you are more blessed than almost three billion people in the world.
If you have food in your refrigerator, clothes on your back, a roof over your head and a place to sleep, you are richer than 75% of this world.
If you have money in the bank, in your wallet, and spare change in a dish someplace, you are among the top 8% of the world's wealthy.
If your parents are still married and alive, you are very rare, especially in the United States.
If you hold up your head with a smile on your face and are truly thankful, you are blessed because the majority can, but most do not.
If you can hold someone's hand, hug them or even touch them on the shoulder, you are blessed because you can offer God's healing touch.
If you can read this message, you are more blessed than over two billion people in the world that cannot read anything at all.
You are so blessed in ways you may never even know.
Don't take life for granted. Appreciate every thing you have because there are many people in this world who have so little.
One day, a man went to visit a church. He got there early, parked his car, and got out. Another car pulled up near and the driver got out and said, "I always park there! You took my place!"
The visitor went inside for Sunday School, found an empty seat and sat down. A young lady from the church approached him and stated, "That's my seat! You took my place!"
The visitor was somewhat distressed by this rude welcome, but said nothing. After Sunday School, the visitor went into the sanctuary and sat down. Another member walked up to him and said, "That's where I always sit! You took my place!"
The visitor was even more troubled by this treatment, but still He said nothing. Later, as the congregation was praying for Christ to dwell among them, the visitor stood up, and his appearance began to change.
Horrible scars became visible on his hands and on his sandaled feet. Someone from the congregation noticed him and called out, "What happened to you?"
The visitor replied, as his hat became a crown of thorns, and a tear fell from his eye, "I took your place."
When you receive this, say a prayer. That's all you have to do. This is powerful. Just send this to four people and see what happens on the fourth day. Maybe, just maybe, we can get the world to start thinking of Who took our place
"FOR WE WALK BY FAITH! NOT BY SIGHT." 11 Corinthians 5:7
Sincerely, Adolfus Pelican Court email@example.com
The Nail reminds me I was a sinner condemned to die.
The Nail also reminds me of my great worth.
Esteemed worthy of the sacrifice of God's only son.
Jesus Christ regarded me precious enough that he endured the pain
and agony of the cross and shed his blood to give me life.
The Nail reminds me to take up my cross daily and follow him.
The Nail didn't hold him to the cross it was his love for you and me!
"and he is the propitation for our sins... and for the whole world." 1 John 2.2 1