Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
"Jesus Is LORD" - The Bible
Pilots run out of fuel, pray, land near Jesus sign
Wed May 21, 7:50 PM ET
WELLINGTON, New Zealand - It seemed like an almost literal answer to their prayers. When two New Zealand pilots ran out of fuel in a microlight airplane they offered prayers and were able to make an emergency landing in a field — coming to rest right next to a sign reading, "Jesus is Lord."
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Grant Stubbs and Owen Wilson, both from the town of Blenheim on the country's South Island, were flying up the sloping valley of Pelorus Sound when the engine spluttered, coughed and died.
"My friend and I are both Christians so our immediate reaction in a life-threatening situation was to ask for God's help," Stubbs told The Associated Press on Wednesday.
He said he prayed during the ill-fated flight Sunday that the tiny craft would get over the top of a ridge and that they would find a landing site that was not too steep — or in the nearby sea.
Wilson said that the pair would have been in deep trouble if the fuel had run out five minutes earlier.
"If it had to run out, that was the place to be," he said. "There was an instantaneous answer to prayer as we crossed the ridge and there was an airfield — I didn't know it existed till then."
After Wilson glided the powerless craft to a landing on the grassy strip, the pair noticed they were beside a 20-foot-tall sign that read, "Jesus is Lord — The Bible."
"When we saw that, we started laughing," Stubbs said.
Nearby residents provided them with gas to fly the home-built plane back to base.
Wed May 21, 7:50 PM ET
WELLINGTON, New Zealand - It seemed like an almost literal answer to their prayers. When two New Zealand pilots ran out of fuel in a microlight airplane they offered prayers and were able to make an emergency landing in a field — coming to rest right next to a sign reading, "Jesus is Lord."
ADVERTISEMENT
Grant Stubbs and Owen Wilson, both from the town of Blenheim on the country's South Island, were flying up the sloping valley of Pelorus Sound when the engine spluttered, coughed and died.
"My friend and I are both Christians so our immediate reaction in a life-threatening situation was to ask for God's help," Stubbs told The Associated Press on Wednesday.
He said he prayed during the ill-fated flight Sunday that the tiny craft would get over the top of a ridge and that they would find a landing site that was not too steep — or in the nearby sea.
Wilson said that the pair would have been in deep trouble if the fuel had run out five minutes earlier.
"If it had to run out, that was the place to be," he said. "There was an instantaneous answer to prayer as we crossed the ridge and there was an airfield — I didn't know it existed till then."
After Wilson glided the powerless craft to a landing on the grassy strip, the pair noticed they were beside a 20-foot-tall sign that read, "Jesus is Lord — The Bible."
"When we saw that, we started laughing," Stubbs said.
Nearby residents provided them with gas to fly the home-built plane back to base.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
The Flood, The Man and GOD
The Story of the Man In A Flood
There was a man who lived in a village that was being threatened by a flood. The whole village was instructed to leave the village. The man's neighbor packed up his family and his belongings. He stopped pass the man's house and asked him to leave with him and his family. The man resisted and told his neighbor "I will stay and wait for GOD! He will save me!"
The neighbor persisted but the man equally resisted. So, the neighbor left with his family.
The flood came. And it began to rise until it came over the mans porch.
A man on a camel came upon the mans house and told the man "Climb onto my camel and we will escape the flood together."
The man resisted and said to the man on the camel "I will stay and wait for GOD! He will save me!".
The man on the camel persisted but the man equally resisted. So, the man and his camel left the man at his house.
The flood continued to rise. It rose to the man's roof forcing the man to sit on the rooftop of his house.
A family in a boat was floating by and they saw the man. The steered closer to the house. They said to the man "Climb into our boat and we will escape the flood together."
The man resisted and said to the family in the boat "I will stay and wait for GOD! He will save me!".
The family persisted but the man equally resisted. So, the family in the boat left the man at his house.
The flood continued to rise and consumed the man's house. The man drowned.
Upon coming face to face with GOD the man asked "WHY? WHY GOD? WHY DID YOU NOT SAVE ME FROM THE FLOOD? WHY DID YOU ALLOW ME TO DROWN?"
GOD looked peacefully upon the man and softly said:
"I sent you your neighbor. I sent you a man on a camel. I sent a family in a boat.
WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT FROM ME?"
The moral of this story, Look for GOD in the little things!
May GOD bless the telling of this story!
There was a man who lived in a village that was being threatened by a flood. The whole village was instructed to leave the village. The man's neighbor packed up his family and his belongings. He stopped pass the man's house and asked him to leave with him and his family. The man resisted and told his neighbor "I will stay and wait for GOD! He will save me!"
The neighbor persisted but the man equally resisted. So, the neighbor left with his family.
The flood came. And it began to rise until it came over the mans porch.
A man on a camel came upon the mans house and told the man "Climb onto my camel and we will escape the flood together."
The man resisted and said to the man on the camel "I will stay and wait for GOD! He will save me!".
The man on the camel persisted but the man equally resisted. So, the man and his camel left the man at his house.
The flood continued to rise. It rose to the man's roof forcing the man to sit on the rooftop of his house.
A family in a boat was floating by and they saw the man. The steered closer to the house. They said to the man "Climb into our boat and we will escape the flood together."
The man resisted and said to the family in the boat "I will stay and wait for GOD! He will save me!".
The family persisted but the man equally resisted. So, the family in the boat left the man at his house.
The flood continued to rise and consumed the man's house. The man drowned.
Upon coming face to face with GOD the man asked "WHY? WHY GOD? WHY DID YOU NOT SAVE ME FROM THE FLOOD? WHY DID YOU ALLOW ME TO DROWN?"
GOD looked peacefully upon the man and softly said:
"I sent you your neighbor. I sent you a man on a camel. I sent a family in a boat.
WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT FROM ME?"
The moral of this story, Look for GOD in the little things!
May GOD bless the telling of this story!
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
Lord, I am...
Lord, I feel.....
Beaten...yet
You have made me more than a conqueror (Rom 8:37).
No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us
Bound....yet
You are my deliverer (Rom 11:26).
And so all Israel will be saved, as it is written: "The deliverer will come from Zion; he will turn godlessness away from Jacob.
Confused....yet
You are my counselor (Isa 9:6).
For to us a child is born, to us a son is given, and the government will be on his shoulders. And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, [a] Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.
A failure....yet
You have made me an overcomer (1 Jn 5:4).
For everyone born of God overcomes the world. This is the victory that has overcome the world, even our faith
Fearful....yet
You did not give me a spirit of fear, but of power, of love, andof a sound mind (2 Tim 1:7).
For God did not give us a spirit of timidity, but a spirit of power, of love and of self-discipline.
Friendless....yet
You are a friend who sticks closer to me than a brother (Prov 18:24).
A man of many companions may come to ruin, but there is a friend who sticks closer than a brother.
In darkness....yet
You are a light unto my path and a lamp unto my feet (Ps 119:105).
Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light for my path.
Lonely.....yet
You promised never to leave me nor forsake me (Heb 13:5).
Keep your lives free from the love of money and be content with what you have, because God has said, "Never will I leave you;never will I forsake you."
Misjudged....yet
I'm accepted and approved by You (Eph 1:4).
For he chose us in him before the creation of the world to be holy and blameless in his sight. In love
Poor....yet
You supply all my need according to Your riches in glory (Phil 4:19).
And my God will meet all your needs according to his glorious riches in Christ Jesus.
Sick....yet
You are the Lord who heals all my diseases (Ps 103:3).
…who forgives all your sins and heals all your diseases,
Troubled....yet
You are my peace (Jn 14:27).
Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you asthe world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.
Unclean....yet
You are the purifier and refiner of my life (Mal 3:3).
He will sit as a refiner and purifier of silver; he will purify theLevites and refine them like gold and silver. Then the LORD will havemen who will bring offerings in righteousness,
Vulnerable....yet
You are my strength and my strong tower (Ps 18:2).
The LORD is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer; my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge. He is my shield and the horn [a] of my salvation, my stronghold.
Worthless....yet
You see me as a pearl of great price (Matt 13:46).
When he found one of great value, he went away and sold everything he had and bought it
Borrowed this from a friends blog...
Beaten...yet
You have made me more than a conqueror (Rom 8:37).
No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us
Bound....yet
You are my deliverer (Rom 11:26).
And so all Israel will be saved, as it is written: "The deliverer will come from Zion; he will turn godlessness away from Jacob.
Confused....yet
You are my counselor (Isa 9:6).
For to us a child is born, to us a son is given, and the government will be on his shoulders. And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, [a] Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.
A failure....yet
You have made me an overcomer (1 Jn 5:4).
For everyone born of God overcomes the world. This is the victory that has overcome the world, even our faith
Fearful....yet
You did not give me a spirit of fear, but of power, of love, andof a sound mind (2 Tim 1:7).
For God did not give us a spirit of timidity, but a spirit of power, of love and of self-discipline.
Friendless....yet
You are a friend who sticks closer to me than a brother (Prov 18:24).
A man of many companions may come to ruin, but there is a friend who sticks closer than a brother.
In darkness....yet
You are a light unto my path and a lamp unto my feet (Ps 119:105).
Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light for my path.
Lonely.....yet
You promised never to leave me nor forsake me (Heb 13:5).
Keep your lives free from the love of money and be content with what you have, because God has said, "Never will I leave you;never will I forsake you."
Misjudged....yet
I'm accepted and approved by You (Eph 1:4).
For he chose us in him before the creation of the world to be holy and blameless in his sight. In love
Poor....yet
You supply all my need according to Your riches in glory (Phil 4:19).
And my God will meet all your needs according to his glorious riches in Christ Jesus.
Sick....yet
You are the Lord who heals all my diseases (Ps 103:3).
…who forgives all your sins and heals all your diseases,
Troubled....yet
You are my peace (Jn 14:27).
Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you asthe world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.
Unclean....yet
You are the purifier and refiner of my life (Mal 3:3).
He will sit as a refiner and purifier of silver; he will purify theLevites and refine them like gold and silver. Then the LORD will havemen who will bring offerings in righteousness,
Vulnerable....yet
You are my strength and my strong tower (Ps 18:2).
The LORD is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer; my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge. He is my shield and the horn [a] of my salvation, my stronghold.
Worthless....yet
You see me as a pearl of great price (Matt 13:46).
When he found one of great value, he went away and sold everything he had and bought it
Borrowed this from a friends blog...
Friday, March 21, 2008
Trust In Jesus
1 Peter 5:6-7 (Note the word ALL)
Humble yourselves therefore under the mighty hand of God, that he may exalt you in due time: Casting ALL your care upon him; for he careth for you.
Matthew 6:31-34
Therefore take no thought, saying, What shall we eat? or, What shall we drink? or, Wherewithal shall we be clothed? (For after all these things do the Gentiles seek:) for your heavenly Father knoweth that ye have need of all these things.
But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you. Take therefore no thought for the morrow: for the morrow shall take thought for the things of itself. Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
10 Steps in Preparedness for Prayer
These steps are biblically proven. Taken from Dr. Myles Munroe's Book - 'The Power and Purpose of Prayer'.
1. Appropriate GOD's Grace.
a. Confess your sins.
b. Ask for GOD's forgiveness.
c. Have your rebellious spirit cleansed to be on one accord with GOD.
2. Put on righteousness.
a. Be in sync with GOD's will.
3. Put on truth and honesty.
a. Have personal and private honesty with GOD.
b. You cannot go to GOD with UnHoly secrets.
4. Be cleansed with the Word.
a. Study your bible and know GOD's promises.
b. Bring to GOD his Word!
5. Worship and Praise GOD.
a. Come before the LORD with thanksgiving!
i. Thank GOD for what HE has done!
ii. Thank GOD for what HE is doing!
iii. Thank GOD for what HE will continue to do!
b. Be grateful!
6. Seperate yourself.
a. Remove yourself from all distraction.
7. Believe.
a. Go into prayer believing that GOD is going to answer it.
b. Have no doubts.
c. Once you pray for something to happen, start preparing a way for it.
8. Give GOD the Glory.
a. Thank GOD in advance.
b. Give GOD the reverence for the answered prayer. Give GOD the credit!
9. Wash yourself in the Word.
a. Keep repeating what GOD has promised!
10. Remain in the annointing.
a. Have a pure heart.
Monday, March 10, 2008
The Sky Angel Cowboy
Psalm 8:2: Ps 44:16 (Cross Reference)
2(A)From the mouth of infants and nursing babes You have established (B)strength
Because of Your adversaries,
To make (C)the enemy and the revengeful cease.
Because Of Who You Are (All That GOD Is)
Jehovah - The meaning of the word appears from Exodus 3:14 to be "the unchanging, eternal, self-existent God," the "I am that I am," a convenant-keeping God. (Comp. Malachi 3:6; Hosea 12:5; Revelation 1:4, 8.)
Jehovah-jireh - Jehovah will see; i.e., will provide, the name given by Abraham to the scene of his offering up the ram which was caught in the thicket on Mount Moriah. The expression used in Genesis 22:14, "in the mount of the Lord it shall be seen," has been regarded as equivalent to the saying, "Man's extremity is God's opportunity."
Jehovah-nissi - Jehovah my banner, the title given by Moses to the altar which he erected on the hill on the top of which he stood with uplifted hands while Israel prevailed over their enemies the Amalekites (Exodus 17:15).
Jehovah-shalom - Jehovah send peace, the name which Gideon gave to the altar he erected on the spot at Ophrah where the angel appeared to him (Judges 6:24).
Jehovah-shammah - Jehovah is there, the symbolical title given by Ezekiel to Jerusalem, which was seen by him in vision (Ezek. 48:35). It was a type of the gospel Church.
Jehovah-tsidkenu - Jehovah our rightousness, rendered in the Authorized Version, "The LORD our righteousness," a title given to the Messiah (Jeremiah 23:6, marg.), and also to Jerusalem (33:16, marg.).
Immanuel - God with us. In the Old Testament it occurs only in Isaiah 7:14 and 8:8. Most Christian interpreters have regarded these words as directly and exclusively a prophecy of our Saviour, an interpretation borne out by the words of the evangelist Matthew (1:23).
Christ - Anointed, the Greek translation of the Hebrew word rendered "Messiah" (q.v.), the official title of our Lord, occurring five hundred and fourteen times in the New Testament. It denotes that he was anointed or consecrated to his great redemptive work as Prophet, Priest, and King of his people. He is Jesus the Christ (Acts 17:3; 18:5; Matthew 22:42), the Anointed One. He is thus spoken of by Isaiah (61:1), and by Daniel (9:24-26), who styles him "Messiah the Prince."
The Messiah is the same person as "the seed of the woman" (Genesis 3:15), "the seed of Abraham" (Genesis 22:18), the "Prophet like unto Moses" (Deuteronomy 18:15), "the priest after the order of Melchizedek" (Psalm 110:4), "the rod out of the stem of Jesse" (Isaiah 11:1, 10), the "Immanuel," the virgin's son (Isaiah 7:14), "the branch of Jehovah" (Isaiah 4:2), and "the messenger of the covenant" (Malachi 3:1). This is he "of whom Moses in the law and the prophets did write." The Old Testament Scripture is full of prophetic declarations regarding the Great Deliverer and the work he was to accomplish. Jesus the Christ is Jesus the Great Deliverer, the Anointed One, the Saviour of men. This name denotes that Jesus was divinely appointed, commissioned, and accredited as the Saviour of men (Hebrews 5:4; Isaiah 11:2-4; 49:6; John 5:37; Acts 2:22).
To believe that "Jesus is the Christ" is to believe that he is the Anointed, the Messiah of the prophets, the Saviour sent of God, that he was, in a word, what he claimed to be. This is to believe the gospel, by the faith of which alone men can be brought unto God. That Jesus is the Christ is the testimony of God, and the faith of this constitutes a Christian (1 Corinthians 12:3; 1 John 5:1).
*All definitions are credited to Easton's Bible Dictionary; http://eastonsbibledictionary.com/*
Thursday, March 6, 2008
HE LIVES so that YOU will LIVE (eternally)!
A TEENAGER'S VIEW OF 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 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 Moores 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.
Brian's Essay:
The Room...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 I 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 an 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, 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. "I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me."-Phil. 4:13. If you feel the same way, forward it 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, FOR THE CHRISTIAN OR NOT!
MAY GOD BLESS YOU ALL!
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 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 Moores 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.
Brian's Essay:
The Room...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 I 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 an 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, 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. "I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me."-Phil. 4:13. If you feel the same way, forward it 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, FOR THE CHRISTIAN OR NOT!
MAY GOD BLESS YOU ALL!
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