This is going to be a very selfish request.
I have a friend that is going through the walk of fire on this earth. Many of you know what I mean, although I'll describe the situation.
This lady, of whom I am not sure is fully secure with her relationship with GOD, has been dealing with the loss of her mother last week, and her son having multiple seizures and having to be put in the hospital.
Please pray with me that this nice lady, first develops a strong bond with our Father, and second, that her family heals and begins a sincere relationship with Jesus.
GOD Bless
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Sunday, April 25, 2010
We Are at War With Evil!
Soon after the events of September 11th, 2001, President George Bush had to make some tough decisions. we as a country had to find who was responsible for this tragedy. Determine if there was some form of justice that we could invoke, to prevent this from happening again.
It wasn't long that our President had to defend his actions as a
War On Terrorism" and not a war against a religion. President Bush stated "We are not at war with the nation of Islam, we are at war with all terrorist who would aid, plan and organize terrorists plots around the world. Many nations would join us in this fight.
History shows The United States of America were one of the last nations in order, to become victims of such barbaric behavior. We certainly were not the victims of the last act of terrorism around the world.
Piecing together the evidence, the world found an organization well known for terrorism was behind many of the worlds horrific acts of violence. Al Queda as we were told was the enemy that must be dismantled and destroyed.
Made up of Islamic extremest, this group would declare Jihad on ALL infidels and non-believers. Now, Jihad is believed to be an HOLY WAR in which these people are exempt from God's laws, and commandments.
NO RELIGION OF LOVE OR PEACE CAN JUSTIFY A DECLARATION OF JIHAD AGAINST OTHER NATIONS!
I'll be the first to admit my limited knowledge of the religion named Islam. I can not give you any proof that the entire "Nation of Islam" has declared this Jihad against us, or if it is just a certain "denomination".
I use the word denomination because we can understand better our language of different sects of religion. I would doubt that if the Baptists were to declare a Holy war against Uganda, for example, that the Protestants would follow along blindly. So it is with Islam. If the Sunni's want to declare war against the United States, for example, would the the Shiites follow blindly? In a word NO!
Please do not read anything into my examples, they are just that, examples, not declarations of any type.
Jesus told of the times when others would seek his disciples out to kill them and think they are doing God's work. St. John 16 verse 2 says: they shall put you out of the synagogues: yea, the time cometh, that whosoever killeth you will think they doeth God's service.3. And these things they will do unto you, because they have not known the Father nor me.
Jesus is much older than the proclaimed profit of Mohamed, that Islam teaches. For when Jesus testified to his disciples that at the beginning was, I am. That I and my Father are one. From the beginning it was so.
Ancient writings of the Old Testament speak clearly of Jesus. Many of the writings of the disciples testify to these writings. "They shall see him coming on a colt where never a man had sat". He shall be called a Nazarene". "I will call my son up out of Egypt". 'Out of the city of David". There are more, although I am sure you get the point.
Jesus is the way, the truth, and the light. The only way to the Father is through him! So, remember when you have the talks with your loved ones, and these questions arise. Tell them that our lot is to pray for our enemy. Pray that they will find God through Jesus the Christ.
Never, and I mean NEVER, let anyone take this away from you. We as Christians are at war with evil. Those who hide in a religion, and make war, are just instruments of evil. Those who defend their loved ones in the name of Jesus shall be free, and inherit the heavens. There is no greater sacrifice than to give one's life for a friend.
It wasn't long that our President had to defend his actions as a
War On Terrorism" and not a war against a religion. President Bush stated "We are not at war with the nation of Islam, we are at war with all terrorist who would aid, plan and organize terrorists plots around the world. Many nations would join us in this fight.
History shows The United States of America were one of the last nations in order, to become victims of such barbaric behavior. We certainly were not the victims of the last act of terrorism around the world.
Piecing together the evidence, the world found an organization well known for terrorism was behind many of the worlds horrific acts of violence. Al Queda as we were told was the enemy that must be dismantled and destroyed.
Made up of Islamic extremest, this group would declare Jihad on ALL infidels and non-believers. Now, Jihad is believed to be an HOLY WAR in which these people are exempt from God's laws, and commandments.
NO RELIGION OF LOVE OR PEACE CAN JUSTIFY A DECLARATION OF JIHAD AGAINST OTHER NATIONS!
I'll be the first to admit my limited knowledge of the religion named Islam. I can not give you any proof that the entire "Nation of Islam" has declared this Jihad against us, or if it is just a certain "denomination".
I use the word denomination because we can understand better our language of different sects of religion. I would doubt that if the Baptists were to declare a Holy war against Uganda, for example, that the Protestants would follow along blindly. So it is with Islam. If the Sunni's want to declare war against the United States, for example, would the the Shiites follow blindly? In a word NO!
Please do not read anything into my examples, they are just that, examples, not declarations of any type.
Jesus told of the times when others would seek his disciples out to kill them and think they are doing God's work. St. John 16 verse 2 says: they shall put you out of the synagogues: yea, the time cometh, that whosoever killeth you will think they doeth God's service.3. And these things they will do unto you, because they have not known the Father nor me.
Jesus is much older than the proclaimed profit of Mohamed, that Islam teaches. For when Jesus testified to his disciples that at the beginning was, I am. That I and my Father are one. From the beginning it was so.
Ancient writings of the Old Testament speak clearly of Jesus. Many of the writings of the disciples testify to these writings. "They shall see him coming on a colt where never a man had sat". He shall be called a Nazarene". "I will call my son up out of Egypt". 'Out of the city of David". There are more, although I am sure you get the point.
Jesus is the way, the truth, and the light. The only way to the Father is through him! So, remember when you have the talks with your loved ones, and these questions arise. Tell them that our lot is to pray for our enemy. Pray that they will find God through Jesus the Christ.
Never, and I mean NEVER, let anyone take this away from you. We as Christians are at war with evil. Those who hide in a religion, and make war, are just instruments of evil. Those who defend their loved ones in the name of Jesus shall be free, and inherit the heavens. There is no greater sacrifice than to give one's life for a friend.
Friday, April 23, 2010
Pass the word...
Football is not everything in life for this football coach.
http://www2.oanow.com/oan/sports/college/article/auburns_taylor_takes_special_interest_in_father-son_camp/147631/
See ya soon, GOD bless.
Football is not everything in life for this football coach.
http://www2.oanow.com/oan/sports/college/article/auburns_taylor_takes_special_interest_in_father-son_camp/147631/
See ya soon, GOD bless.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Helping Others
Are we too caught up in everyday lives that we don’t stop to help those in need. Too busy with friends, family, jobs and life.
But if anyone has the world’s goods and sees his brother in need, yet closes his heart against him, how does God’s love abide in him? 1 John 3:17
How can someone who has the means to help people, show the love of God but be caught up in their own worldly desires such as money, cars, house and fortune. The answer is, they can’t. People lose track of what’s important by thinking I want, rather than do I need.
Do not neglect to do good and to share what you have, for such sacrifices are pleasing to God. Hebrews 13:16.
We should share everything we are given with God’s children, because if it were not for him, we would not have the blessings to share.
For I was hungry, and you fed me. I was thirsty, and you gave me a drink. I was a stranger, and you invited me into your home. I was naked and you gave me clothing. I was sick, and you cared for me. I was in prison, and you visited me. Then these righteous ones will reply, Lord, when did we ever see you hungry and feed you? Or thirsty and give you something to drink? Or a stranger and show you hospitality? Or naked and give you clothing? When did we ever see you sick or in prison and visit you? And the King will say, I tell you the truth, when you did it to one of the least of these my brothers and sisters, you were doing it to me! Then the King will turn to those on the left and say, Away with you, you cursed ones, into the eternal fire prepared for the devil and his demons. For I was hungry, and you didn’t feed me. I was thirsty, and you didn’t give me a drink. I was a stranger, and you didn’t invite me into your home. I was naked, and you didn’t give me clothing. I was sick and in prison, and you didn’t visit me.
Then they will reply, Lord, when did we ever see you hungry or thirsty or a stranger or naked or sick or in prison, and not help you? And he answers, I tell you the truth, when you refused to help the least of these my brothers and sisters, you were refusing to help me. And they will go away into eternal punishment, but the righteous will go into eternal life. Matthew 25:35- 46.
There are several people out in this world, that will just take advantage of anyone and everyone who is willing to help them. That doesn’t mean not to help them though. We don’t know everyone’s battle or what they may be going through. If they need help or are asking, then its God’s Will for us to help them. Who are we to say no. When we do not know ourselves what is down their path much less what is down our own. And if they are taking advantage of what is being given to them, that’s between them and God. If we help others, that shows them the light through all we do. What we do reflects back to God. So who knows, helping others could lead them to Jesus.
“You are the salt of the earth, but if salt has lost its taste, how shall its saltiness be restored? It is no longer good for anything except to be thrown out and trampled under people’s feet. You are the light of the world. A City set on a hill cannot be hidden. Nor do people light a lamp and put it under a basket, but on a stand, and it gives light to all in the house. In the same way, let your light shine before others, so that they may see your good works and give glory to your father who is in heaven.” Ephesians 4:28.
Money and the worldly desires are the roots of evil. “For the love of money is a root of all kinds or evils. It is through this craving that some have wandered away from the faith and pierced themselves with many griefs. 1 Timothy 6:10. But if we share all that we have and help others, then we shall prosper. And then the greatest reward is yet to come.
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
I need to fill my file
This was sent to me as an email...
...read below.
Heaven as written by a 17 Year Old Boy
This is excellent and really gets you thinking about what will happen in Heaven.
17-year-old Brian Moore had only a short time to write something for a class. The subject was what Heaven was like. "I wowed 'em," he later told his father, Bruce. It's a killer. It's the bomb. It's the best thing I ever wrote." It also was the last.
Brian's parents had forgotten about the essay when a cousin found it while cleaning out the teenager's locker at Teays Valley High School in Pickaway County
Brian had been dead only hours, but his parents desperately wanted every piece of his life near them, notes from classmates and teachers, and his homework. Only two months before, he had handwritten the essay about encountering Jesus in a file room full of cards detailing every moment of the teen's life. But it was only after Brian's death that Beth and Bruce Moore realized that their son had described his view of heaven.
It makes such an impact that people want to share it. "You feel like you are there," Mr. Moore said. Brian Moore died May 27, 1997, the day after Memorial Day. He was driving home from a friend's house when his car went off Bulen-Pierce Road in Pickaway County and struck a utility pole. He emerged from the wreck unharmed but stepped on a downed power line and was electrocuted.
The Moore 's framed a copy of Brian's essay and hung it among the family portraits in the living room. "I think God used him to make a point. I think we were meant to find it and make something out of it," Mrs. Moore said of the essay. She and her husband want to share their son's vision of life after death. "I'm happy for Brian.. I know he's in heaven. I know I'll see him.
Here is Brian's essay entitled
"The Room."
Page 1
In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall covered with small index card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endless in either direction, had very different headings.
As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read "Girls I have liked." I opened it and began flipping through the cards.. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one. And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was. This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn't match. A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching.
A file named "Friends" was next to one marked "Friends I have betrayed." The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird. "Books I Have Read," "Lies I Have Told," "Comfort I have Given," "Jokes I Have Laughed at."
Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: "Things I've yelled at my brothers." Others I couldn't laugh at: "Things I Have Done in My Anger", "Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents." I never ceased to be surprised by the contents Often there were many more cards than expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived...
Could it be possible that I had the time in my years to fill each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting.. Each signed with my signature.
When I pulled out the file marked "TV Shows I have watched," I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn't found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of shows but more by the vast time I knew that file represented.
When I came to a file marked "Lustful Thoughts," I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size, and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content. I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded. An almost animal rage broke on me.
One thought dominated my mind: No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!" In insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn't matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards.
But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it. Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh.
And then I saw it. The title bore "People I Have Shared the Gospel With." The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused.. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand..
And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that they hurt. They started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key. But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him..
No, please not Him... Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn't bear to watch His response.. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own. He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes.
Why did He have to read every one? Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn't anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again. He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn't say a word. He just cried with me.
Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card. "No!" I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say was "No, no," as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn't be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, and so alive.
The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood. He gently took the card back He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don't think I'll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side. He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, "It is finished."
I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. There were still cards to be written.
"For God so loved the world that He gave His only Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life." John 3:16
If you feel the same way forward it to as many people as you can so the love of Jesus will touch their lives also. My "People I shared the gospel with" file just got bigger, how about yours?
IF THERE IS ONE EMAIL THAT I HAVE READ THAT NEEDS TO GO AROUND THE WORLD, IT IS THIS ONE, PLEASE PASS THIS TO EVERY ONE YOU KNOW, CHRISTIAN OR NOT! "LET'S FILL OUR OWN FILE CARD" AND MAY GOD BLESS YOU ALL!
You don't have to share this with anybody, no one will know whether you did or not, but you will know and so will He.
...read below.
Heaven as written by a 17 Year Old Boy
This is excellent and really gets you thinking about what will happen in Heaven.
17-year-old Brian Moore had only a short time to write something for a class. The subject was what Heaven was like. "I wowed 'em," he later told his father, Bruce. It's a killer. It's the bomb. It's the best thing I ever wrote." It also was the last.
Brian's parents had forgotten about the essay when a cousin found it while cleaning out the teenager's locker at Teays Valley High School in Pickaway County
Brian had been dead only hours, but his parents desperately wanted every piece of his life near them, notes from classmates and teachers, and his homework. Only two months before, he had handwritten the essay about encountering Jesus in a file room full of cards detailing every moment of the teen's life. But it was only after Brian's death that Beth and Bruce Moore realized that their son had described his view of heaven.
It makes such an impact that people want to share it. "You feel like you are there," Mr. Moore said. Brian Moore died May 27, 1997, the day after Memorial Day. He was driving home from a friend's house when his car went off Bulen-Pierce Road in Pickaway County and struck a utility pole. He emerged from the wreck unharmed but stepped on a downed power line and was electrocuted.
The Moore 's framed a copy of Brian's essay and hung it among the family portraits in the living room. "I think God used him to make a point. I think we were meant to find it and make something out of it," Mrs. Moore said of the essay. She and her husband want to share their son's vision of life after death. "I'm happy for Brian.. I know he's in heaven. I know I'll see him.
Here is Brian's essay entitled
"The Room."
Page 1
In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall covered with small index card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endless in either direction, had very different headings.
As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read "Girls I have liked." I opened it and began flipping through the cards.. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one. And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was. This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn't match. A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching.
A file named "Friends" was next to one marked "Friends I have betrayed." The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird. "Books I Have Read," "Lies I Have Told," "Comfort I have Given," "Jokes I Have Laughed at."
Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: "Things I've yelled at my brothers." Others I couldn't laugh at: "Things I Have Done in My Anger", "Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents." I never ceased to be surprised by the contents Often there were many more cards than expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived...
Could it be possible that I had the time in my years to fill each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting.. Each signed with my signature.
When I pulled out the file marked "TV Shows I have watched," I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn't found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of shows but more by the vast time I knew that file represented.
When I came to a file marked "Lustful Thoughts," I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size, and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content. I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded. An almost animal rage broke on me.
One thought dominated my mind: No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!" In insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn't matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards.
But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it. Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh.
And then I saw it. The title bore "People I Have Shared the Gospel With." The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused.. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand..
And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that they hurt. They started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key. But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him..
No, please not Him... Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn't bear to watch His response.. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own. He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes.
Why did He have to read every one? Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn't anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again. He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn't say a word. He just cried with me.
Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card. "No!" I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say was "No, no," as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn't be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, and so alive.
The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood. He gently took the card back He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don't think I'll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side. He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, "It is finished."
I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. There were still cards to be written.
"For God so loved the world that He gave His only Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life." John 3:16
If you feel the same way forward it to as many people as you can so the love of Jesus will touch their lives also. My "People I shared the gospel with" file just got bigger, how about yours?
IF THERE IS ONE EMAIL THAT I HAVE READ THAT NEEDS TO GO AROUND THE WORLD, IT IS THIS ONE, PLEASE PASS THIS TO EVERY ONE YOU KNOW, CHRISTIAN OR NOT! "LET'S FILL OUR OWN FILE CARD" AND MAY GOD BLESS YOU ALL!
You don't have to share this with anybody, no one will know whether you did or not, but you will know and so will He.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Truth vs. Myth
Is this true, "God IS Too Strict" ?
No, he is not too strict he is a forgiving God.
Jesus shed his blood for our sins by dying on the cross.
Many people believe this myth, that God is too strict just like many people believe the myth, "Step on a crack, break your mom's back".
Don't believe everything you hear, believe only the word of God.
God bless,
Biblegirl39
No, he is not too strict he is a forgiving God.
Jesus shed his blood for our sins by dying on the cross.
Many people believe this myth, that God is too strict just like many people believe the myth, "Step on a crack, break your mom's back".
Don't believe everything you hear, believe only the word of God.
God bless,
Biblegirl39
Saturday, April 10, 2010
In case you did not figure this out, I am a Toby Mac fan. I really like the message in his music for the younger generation.
This song..
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BFL2NDxF-CA
has something for each of us regardless of age.
Enjoy, and may God bless each of you.
This song..
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BFL2NDxF-CA
has something for each of us regardless of age.
Enjoy, and may God bless each of you.
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