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We shall not be defeated.
We shall not be defeated. This is the reason why.
We serve a God, who is all powerful; our mutual friend is standing by.
He knows all about us. Jesus is his name.
Although we often fail Him, His mercy remains the same.
He knows all about our lives, from the beginning to the end.
However, He forgives us daily, removing all of our sins.
The devil tries to harm us, continually causing us to fall down.
Nevertheless, Jesus is always right there, picking us up off of the ground.
The enemy tries to rob us of the peace that our God gives.
Even so, we will trust in the Lord, for in Him, we truly live.
As we call on our sweet Jesus, and tears began to flow.
He reminds us That He forgave our sins, a long, long time ago.
We shall not be defeated, for we keep our eyes upon His face,
We know we are victorious, because of His mercy and grace.
by Karen Showell
THE LORD'S BASEBALL GAME
Freddy and the Lord stood by to observe a baseball game.
The Lord's team was playing Satan's team.
The Lord's team was at bat, the score was tied zero to zero, and it was the bottom of the 9th
inning with two outs. They continued to watch as a batter named 'Love' stepped up to the plate.
Love swung at the first pitch and hit a single, because "Love never fails."
The next batter was named 'Faith', also got a single because Faith works with Love.
The next batter up was named 'Godly Wisdom'. Satan wound up and threw the first pitch.
Godly Wisdom looked it over and let it pass:
Ball one. Three more pitches and Godly Wisdom walked
because he never swings at what Satan throws.
The bases were now loaded.
The Lord then turned to Freddy and told him
He was now going to bring in His star player.
Up to the plate stepped 'Grace'.
Freddy said, "He sure doesn't look like much!"
Satan's whole team relaxed when they saw Grace.
Thinking he had won the game, Satan wound up and fired his first pitch.
To the shock of everyone, Grace hit the ball harder than anyone had ever seen!
But Satan was not worried; his center fielder let very few get by.
He went up for the ball, but it went right through his glove,
hit him on the head and sent him crashing on the ground;
the roaring crowds went wild as the ball continued over the fence . . . for a home run!
The Lord's team won!
The Lord then asked Freddy if he knew why
Love, Faith and Godly Wisdom could get on base
but couldn't win the game.
Freddy answered that he didn't know why.
The Lord explained, "If your love, faith and wisdom had won the game,
you would think you had done it by yourself.
Love, Faith and Wisdom will get you on base
but only My Grace can get you Home:
'For by Grace you are saved, it is a gift of God; not of works, lest any man should boast."
A man named Soul
There once was a man named Soul
who was walking in a garden.
He was whistling a real sweettune for
he was saved and had the joy of the Lord.
But he was a "baby Christian".
As he was walking a beautiful and seductive
woman came out from behind a tree.
Soul was very startled.
"Hello, I'm Soul, what is your name?"
She replied, "I am Temptation,
I have what you want."
"What do I want?" replied Soul.
"You want to do all things
which are of the flesh,"
Soul replied, "all right then, lead me."
So he and Temptation went off and fulfilled the desires of the flesh.
When Soul returned to the garden, he met a man named Condemnation.
"Hey, I see you have met my friend, Temptation."
Soul said, "Yes, who are you?"
"I am Condemnation,
I come after Temptation .
we work hand-in-hand.
And for the time that you have spent
with Temptation you now have a debt
that you must repay."
Then Condemnation jumped on
Soul's back and began to beat him.
He hit him in the face and kicked him when he was down.
This went on for several days.
On about the third day a man named
Mercy came running and said,
"I command you Condemnation to stop beating Soul."
Condemnation snickered, "Make me."
So Mercy unsheathed his sword and cut
Condemnation in two.
As Soul watched in astonished pain,
he was overwhelmed by
the power of Mercy.
Mercy walked up to Soul and said,
"I have dealt with Condemnation before.
He should not show up around you anymore."
Soul replied, "How can I ever thank you?"
"Well," replied Mercy,
"I was sent here by God,
and He told me to introduce
you to a dear friend of mine.
His name is Redemption."
Redemption walked up and said,
I see that you are not doing well.
" Soul replied,"Not until Mercy came along.
It is a pleasure to meet you Redemption."
"Well", said Redemption,
"I am glad to meet you.
but are you ready to accept me?"
"What do you mean?" asked Soul.
"Well, when you accepted Jesus
and decided to walk with Him, you chose to accept the things of Him and His love.
I am a part of Jesus' love.
I help you feel forgiven.
You will never have to deal with Condemnation again.
Temptation may come around,
but I have someone I would like for you to meet that can help you with that.
Her name is Grace."
Grace walked up to Soul and said,
"Hello Soul, I have been waiting for you.
As a matter of fact all three of
us have been waiting to meet you.
I will help take you out of the way of Temptation whenever she comes around.
There is one more person we want you
to meet her name is Faith."
"Hi Soul, I am Faith,
and I will help you stay strong and keep
your beliefs strong," said Faith.
Soul began to cry.
When he began to cry
Redemption said, "It's going to be ok ... this is
what we are here for Soul.
Jesus gives you his Mercy to redeem you,
and keeps you saved by Grace through Faith. Jesus loves you Soul.
" Soul said, "And I love you Jesus.
"A Day In God's Courtroom"
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 was a court house.
The doors opened and I was instructed to come in,
and to 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,
He was 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 robe.
He was so awesome,
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 person belongs in hell.
He proceeded to tell of lies that I had told,
things that I stole in the past, and how
I had cheated others.
Satan told of other horrible perversions that
were once in my life.
The more he spoke the further down in my seat I sank.
I was so embarrassed that I couldn't look at anyone,
not even my own lawyer.
As the devil told of sins that even
I had completely forgotten about,
I keep sinking further and further down in my seat.
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.
Satan finished with his fury and said,
this man belongs in hell.
This person is guilty of all that I have charged,
and there is not a person who can prove otherwise.
Justice will finally be served this day!
When it was His turn, my lawyer first
asked if He might approach the bench.
The judge allowed this over the
strong objections of satan,
and beckoned Him to come forward.
As He got up and started walking I was able to see
My lawyer now in his full splendor and majesty.
Now 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 person sinned,
I won't deny any of these allegations.
And yes the wages of sins is death,
and this person deserves to be punished.
Jesus took a deep breath and turned
to His Father with outstretched arms and proclaimed,
However, I died on the cross so that
this person might have eternal life,
and this person has accepted Me as Savior.
The tears began to roll down my face as
I thought about how I had treated Jesus,
not trusting Him and all.
I said Jesus, I am so sorry.
Jesus looked at me with so much
love and mercy in His eyes and said,
"My child don't worry about it."
As Jesus sat down,
He quietly paused, looked at His Father and replied,
There is nothing else that needs to be done,
I have done it all.
The Judge lifted his mighty hand
and slammed the gavel down and,
the following words bellowed from his lips ...
This person is free, the penalty 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 received the same verdict as you...
" YOUR CASE HAS BEEN PAID IN FULL."
What about you?
When you stand before the Lord,
How will He plead your case?
I Love you so much
Before time began, I knew you.
Before there was light,
I loved you. And I still do.
I made you and know everything about you.
You're on my mind every minute of the day.
I know your hurts, your joys, your secrets.
Yes, I know everything you have done...
And I still love you. I know your hurts, and all that you have gone through and are going through.
I want you to know me as your Father.
I want you to know just how wonderful life really can be,If you make me a part of it.
My arms are open wide for you.
What you owed me has been paid in full.
I want you to be with me forever.
I will never lie to you, nor play mind games with
you. I will never bring up past sins that I have forgiven to degrade you.
I am your father.
And I will never leave you.
I will always be with you ... at school,
at work, and at home.
In the silent corners of your mind
when you don't feel loved.
I am with you always.
You see, you are so special to me.
I want you to know how much I love you
and want you to really understand
what I have done for you.
You are my chosen child, adopted to
be the heir of all I have.
When you are scared or have questions,
come to me. I accept you just as you are.
And because my compassion for you is so
deep I won't settle for leaving you the way you are.
With love I will mold you and change you and transform you to be like my Son Jesus.
Please ask my Son Jesus into your heart.
You will never be sorry.
In the mean time,
trust me and enjoy being my child.
I love being your Father!
Jesus is watching you!
A burglar broke into a house one night. He shined his flashlight around, looking for valuables, and when he picked up a CD player to place in his pack, a strange, disembodied voice echoed from the dark saying, "Jesus is watching you."
He nearly jumped out of his skin, clicked his flashlight out, and froze. When he heard nothing more after a bit, he shook his head, promised himself a vacation after the next big score, then clicked the light on and began searching for more valuables. Just as he pulled the stereo out so he could disconnect the wires, clear as a bell he heard,
"Jesus is watching you." Freaked out, he shone his light around frantically, looking for the source of the voice. Finally, in the corner of the room, his flashlight beam came to rest on a parrot. "Did you say that?", he hissed at the parrot.
"Yep," the parrot confessed, then squawked, "I'm just trying to warn you."
The burglar relaxed. "Warn me, huh? Who in the world are you?"
"Moses," replied the bird.
"Moses?" the burglar laughed. "What kind of people would name a birdMoses?"
"The kind of people that would name a Rottweiller Jesus."
When you are going through problems,
always remember to enter in.
Come humbly before our Lord Jesus,
for He is a comforting friend.
He cares all about
everything that you are going through.
And if your heart is breaking,
He knows just what to do.
He will welcome you as you come before Him,
it is His desire that you enter in.
You are the reason that He died on the Cross,
He has covered all of your sins.
So if you find yourself Hurting,
and you don't know what to do.
Bring your burdens to the alter,
for He is right there waiting for you.
Thoughts given by,
The Holy Spirit,
To: Karen Showell
June 6th, 2000 ©
An old man had been a faithful Christian and was in the hospital, near death. The family called their pastor to stand with them. As the pastor stood next to the bed, the old man’s condition appeared to deteriorate rapidly and he motioned frantically for something all.” He opened the note and turned pale as he read aloud the words, “You’re standing on my oxygen tube!”
A seminary student was preaching his first sermon. He meant to say, “God called me to heal the sick, raise the dead, and cast out the devil.” However, he was quite nervous and what he actually said was, “God called me to heal the dead, cast out the sick, and raise the devil.”
A preacher died. Shortly thereafter a man with the same name went on a business trip to a southern state. He sent a telegram to his wife, but it was delivered to the preacher’s wife by mistake. It said, “Arrived safely. Sure is hot here!”
A letter from Jesus
I just had to write to tell you how much I love you and care for you.
Yesterday, I saw you walking and laughing with your friends; I hoped that soon you'd want Me to walk along with you, too. So, I painted you a sunset to close your day and whispered a cool breeze to refresh you. I waited; you never called. I just kept on loving you.
As I watched you fall asleep last night, I wanted so much to touch you. I spilled moonlight onto your face trickling down your cheeks as so many tears have. You didn't even think of me; I wanted so much to comfort you.
The next day I exploded a brilliant sunrise into a glorious morning for you. But you woke up late and rushed off to work-you didn't evennotice.
My sky became cloudy and My tears were the rain.
I love you! Oh, if you'd only listen. I really love you! I try to say it in the quiet of the green meadow and in the blue sky. The wind whispers My love throughout the treetops and spills it into the vibrant colors of the flowers.
I shout it to you in the thunder of the great waterfalls and composed love songs for birds to sing for you. I warm you with the clothing of My sunshine and perfume the air with nature's sweet scent.
My love for you is deeper than the ocean and greaterthan any need in your heart. If you'd only realize how I care. I died just for you. My Dad sends His love. I want you to meet Him. He cares, too. Fathers are just that way.
So please call Me soon. No matter how long it takes,
I'll wait because I love you.
The Lord's Prayer
(person)- 'Our Father which art in heaven...'
(person)- Don't interrupt me. I'm praying.
(God)---But you called me.
(person)-Called you? I didn't call you. I'm praying. "Our Father which art in heaven..."
(God)---There you did it again.
(God)---Called me. You said, "Our Father which art in heaven." Here I am...What's on your mind?
(person)-But I didn't mean anything by it. I was, you know, just saying my prayers for the day. I always say the Lord's Prayer. It makes me feel good, kind of like getting a duty done.
(God)---All right. Go on.
(person)-"Hallowed be thy name..."
(God)---Hold it. What do you mean by that?
(person) By what?
(God)---By "hallowed be thy name"?
(person)-It means... it means... Good grief, I don't know what it means. How should I know? It's just a part of the prayer. By the way, what does it mean?
(God)---It means honored, holy, wonderful.
(person)-Hey, that makes sense. I never thought about what "hallowed" meant before. "Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven."
(God)---Do you really mean that?
(person)-Sure, why not?
(God)---What are you doing about it?
(person)-Doing? Nothing, I guess. I just think it would be kind of neat if you got control of everything down here like you have up there.
(God)---Have I got control of you?
(person)-Well, I go to church.
(God)---That isn't what I asked you. What about your bad temper? You've really got a problem there, you know. And then there's the way you spend your money---all on yourself. And what about the kind of books you read?
(person)-Stop picking on me! I'm just as good as some of the rest of those people at the church.
(God)---Excuse me. I thought you were praying for my will to be done. If that is to happen, it will have to start with the ones who are praying for it. Like you, for example.
(person)-Oh, all right. I guess I do have some hang-ups. Now that you mention it, I could probably name some others.
(God)---So could I.
(person)-I haven't thought about it very much until now, but I really would like to cut out some of those things. I would like to, you know, be really free.
(God)---Good. Now we're getting somewhere. We'll work together, you and I. Some victories can truly be won. I'm proud of you.
(person)-Look, Lord, I need to finish up here. This is taking a lot longer than it usually does. "Give us this day, our daily bread."
(God)---You need to cut out the bread. You're overweight as it is.
(person)-Hey, wait a minute! What is this, "Criticize me day"? Here I was doing my religious duty, and all of a sudden you break in and remind me of all my hang-ups.
(God)---Praying is a dangerous thing. You could wind up changed, you know. That's what I'm trying to get across to you. You called me, and here I am. It's too late to stop now. Keep praying, I'm interested in the next part of your prayer...(pause).
Well, go on.
(person)-I'm scared to.
(God)---Scared? Of what?
(person)-I know what you'll say.
(God)---Try me and see.
(person)-"Forgive us our sins, as we forgive those who sin against us."
(God)---What about Ann?
(person)-See? I knew it! I knew you would bring her up! Why, Lord, she's told lies about me, spread stories about my family. She never paid back the debt she owes me. I've sworn to get even with her!
(God)---But your prayer? What about your prayer?
(person)-I didn't mean it.
(God)---Well, at least you're admitting it. But it's not much fun carrying that load of bitterness around inside, is it?
(person)-No. But I'll feel better as soon as I get even. Boy, have I got some plans for that neighbor. She'll wish she had never moved into this neighborhood.
(God)---You won't feel any better. You'll feel worse. Revenge isn't sweet. Think of how unhappy you already are. But I can change all that.
(person)-You can? How?
(God)---Forgive Ann. Then I'll forgive you. Then the hate and sin will be Ann's problem and not yours. You will have settled your heart.
(person)-Oh, you're right. You always are. And more than I want to revenge Ann, I want to be right with you....(pause)...(sigh). All right. All right. I forgive her. Help her to find the right road in life, Lord. She's bound to be awfully miserable now that I think about it. Anybody who goes around doing the things she does to others has to be out of it. Someway, somehow, show her the right way.
(God)---There now! Wonderful! How do you feel?
(person)-Hmmm. Well, not bad. Not bad at all. In fact, I feel pretty great! You know, I don't think I'll have to go to bed uptight tonight for the first time since I can remember. Maybe I won't be so tired from now on because I'm not getting enough rest.
(God)---You're not through with your prayer. Go on.
(person)-Oh, all right. "And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil."
(God)---Good! Good! I'll do that. Just don't put yourself in a place where you can be tempted.
(person)-What do you mean by that?
(God)---Don't turn on the TV when you know the laundry needs to be done and the house needs to be picked up. Also, about the time you spend coffee-ing with your friends, if you can't influence the conversation to positive things, perhaps you should re-think the value of those friendships. Another thing, your neighbors and friends shouldn't be your standard for "keeping up". And please don't use me for an escape hatch.
(person)-I don't understand the last part.
(God)---Sure you do. You've done it a lot of times. You get caught in a bad situation. You get into trouble and then you come running to me, "Lord, help me out of this mess, and I promise you I'll never do it again." You remember some of those bargains you tried to make with me?
(person)-Yes, and I'm ashamed, Lord. I really am.
(God)---Which bargain are you remembering?
(person)-Well, there was the night that the children and I were home alone. The wind was blowing so hard I thought the roof would go any minute and tornado warnings were out. I remember praying, "Oh, God, if you spare us, I'll never skip my devotions again."
(God) --Did you?
(person)-I'm sorry, Lord, I really am. Up until now I thought that if I just prayed the Lord's Prayer every day, then I could do what I liked. I didn't expect anything to happen like it did.
(God)---Go ahead and finish your prayer.
(person)-"For Thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory forever." Amen
(God)---Do you know what would bring me glory? What would really make me happy?
(person)-No, but I'd like to know. I want now to please you. I can see what a mess I've made of my life. And I can see how great it would be to really be one of your followers.
(God)---You just answered the question.
(God)---Yes. The thing that would bring me glory is to have people like you truly love me. And I see that happening between us. Now that some of these old sins are exposed and out of the way, well, there is no telling what we can do together.
(person) - Lord, let's see what we can make of me, OK? Amen!
How much does a prayer weigh?
A poorly dressed lady with a look of defeat on her face, walked into a grocery store. She approached the owner of the store in a most humble manner and asked if he would let her charge a few groceries. She softly explained that her husband was very ill and unable to work, they had seven children and they needed food. John Longhouse, the grocer, scoffed at her and requested that she leave his store. Visualizing the family needs, she said: Please, sir! I will bring you the money just as soon as I can." John told her he could not give her credit, as she did not have a charge account at his store.
Standing beside the counter was a customer who overheard the conversation between the two. The customer walked forward and told the grocer that he would stand good for whatever she needed for her family. The grocer said in a very reluctant voice, "Do you have a grocery list?" Louise replied, "Yes sir" "O.K." he said, "put your grocery list on the scales and whatever your grocery list weighs, I will give you that amount in groceries." Louise, hesitated a moment with a bowed head, then she reached into her purse and took out a piece of paper and scribbled something on it. She then laid the piece of paper on the scale carefully with her head still bowed.
The eyes of the grocer and the customer showed amazement when the scales went down and stayed down. The grocer, staring at the scales, turned slowly to the customer and said begrudgingly, "I can't believe it." The customer smiled and the grocer started putting the groceries on the other side of the scales. The scale did not balance so he continued to put more and more groceries on them until the scales would hold no more. The grocer stood there in utter disgust. Finally, he grabbed the piece of paper from the scales and looked at it with greater amazement.
It was not a grocery list, it was a prayer which said: "Dear Lord, you know my Needs and I am leaving this in your hands". The grocer gave her the groceries that he had gathered and stood in stunned silence. Louise thanked him and left the store. The customer handed a fifty-dollar bill to the grocer and said, "It was worth every penny of it."
Only God Knows how much a prayer weighs.
So many of us do not take advantage of the power God has given us. A prayer!
Heaven's Grocery Store
I was walking down life's pathway
Not so very long ago
When I looked up and saw a sign,
Heaven's Grocery Store.
I got a little closer
And the door swung open wide.
The next thing I knew
I was standing there inside.
I saw a host of angels.
They were standing everywhere.
One handed me a basket and said,
"My child, now shop with care.'
Everything a Christian needed
Was in that Grocery Store,
And what you couldn't carry out
You could come back next day for more.
Well, first I got some patience,
Love is in the same row.
Further down was understanding.
You need those everywhere you go.
I got a box or two of wisdom
And a bar or two of faith.
You couldn't miss the Holy Ghost
He was all over the place.
I didn't forget salvation
For salvation'that was free.
I wanted to get enough of that
To save both you and me.
There was meekness, longsuffering and gentleness
I saw these at a glance.
I knew I'd better get some.
I would never have a better chance.
I stopped to get some courage
To help me run life's race.
Then my basket was getting full
And I remembered I needed grace.
Then I started for the counter
To pay my grocery bill
I thought I had most everything
To do the Father's will.
And I saw prayer,
I just had to put that in.
I knew when I stepped outside the door,
I'd run right into sin.
I Took Your Place
One day, a man went to visit a church. He arrived early, parked his car, and got out. Another car pulled up near him, and the driver told him, “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 church 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 said nothing. Later, as the congregation was praying for Christ to dwell among them, the visitor stood, 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…”I took your place.”
Diving into God
A young man who had been raised as an atheist was training to be an Olympic diver. The only religious influence in his life came from his outspoken Christian friend.
The young diver never really paid much attention to his friend’s sermons, but he heard them often.
One night the diver went to the indoor pool at the college he attended. The lights were all off, but as the pool had big skylights and the moon was bright, there was plenty of light to practice by.
The young man climbed up to the highest diving board and as he turned his back to the pool on the edge of the board and extended his arms out, he saw his shadow on the wall. The shadow of his body was in the shape of a cross.
Instead of diving, he knelt down and asked God to come into his life. As the young man stood, a maintenance man walked in and turned the lights on.
The pool had been drained for repairs.
Satan's Garage Sale
Once upon a time, Satan was having a garage sale. There, standing in little groups were all of his bright, shiny trinkets. Here were tools that make it easy to tear others down for use as stepping stones. And over there were some lenses for magnifying ones own importance, which, if you looked through them the other way, you could also use to belittle others, or even one’s self. Against the wall was the usual assortment of gardening implements guaranteed to help your pride grow by leaps and bounds: the rake of scorn, the shovel of jealousy for digging a pit for your neighbor, the tools of gossip and backbiting, of selfishness and apathy. All of these were pleasing to the eye and came complete with fabulous promises and guarantees of prosperity. Prices, of course, were steep; but not to worry! Free credit was extended to one and all. “Take it home, use it, and you won’t have to pay until later!” old Satan cried, as he hawked his wares.
The visitor, as he browsed, noticed two well worn, non-descript tools standing in one corner. Not being nearly as tempting as the other items, he found it curious that these two tools had price tags higher than any other. When he asked why, Satan just laughed and said, “Well, that’s because I use them so much. If they weren’t so plain looking, people might see them for what they were.” Satan pointed to the two tools, saying, “You see, that one’s Doubt and that one’s Discouragement — and those will work when nothing else will.”
The Bridge Keeper
There was once a bridge which spanned a large river. During most of the day the bridge sat with its length running up and down the river paralleled with the banks, allowing ships to pass thru freely on both sides of the bridge. But at certain times each day, a train would come along and the bridge would be turned sideways across the river, allowing a train to cross it.
A switchman sat in a small shack on one side of the river where he operated the controls to turn the bridge and lock it into place as the train crossed. One evening as the switchman was waiting for the last train of the day to come, he looked off into the distance thru the dimming twilight and caught sight of the trainlights. He stepped to the control and waited until the train was within a prescribed distance when he was to turn the bridge. He turned the bridge into position, but, to his horror, he found the locking control did not work. If the bridge was not securely in position it would wobble back and forth at the ends when the train came onto it, causing the train to jump the track and go crashing into the river. This would be a passenger train with many people aboard. He left the bridge turned across the river, and hurried across the bridge to the other side of the river where there was a lever switch he could hold to operate the lock manually. He would have to hold the lever back firmly as the train crossed. He could hear the rumble of the train now, and he took hold of the lever and leaned backward to apply his weight to it, locking the bridge. He kept applying the pressure to keep the mechanism locked. Many lives depended on this man’s strength.
Then, coming across the bridge from the direction of his control shack, he heard a sound that made his blood run cold. “Daddy, where are you?” His four-year-old son was crossing the bridge to look for him. His first impulse was to cry out to the child, “Run! Run!” But the train was too close; the tiny legs would never make it across the bridge in time. The man almost left his lever to run and snatch up his son and carry him to safety. But he realized that he could not get back to the lever. Either the people on the train or his little son must die. He took a moment to make his decision.
The train sped safely and swiftly on its way, and no one aboard was even aware of the tiny broken body thrown mercilessly into the river by the onrushing train. Nor were they aware of the pitiful figure of the sobbing man, still clinging tightly to the locking lever long after the train had passed. They did not see him walking home more slowly than he had ever walked: to tell his wife how their son had brutally died.
Now if you comprehend the emotions which went this man’s heart, you can begin to understand the feelings of our Father in Heaven when He sacrificed His Son to bridge the gap between us and eternal life. Can there be any wonder that He caused the earth to tremble and the skies to darken when His Son died? How does He feel when we speed along thru life without giving a thought to what was done for us thru Jesus Christ?
One Drop of Blood
Standing in the courtroom
When I heard how do you plead ,
the accuser of the brethren was staring at me.
He said we've got your number
There is no escape,
For here are your transgressions
Your failures and mistakes.
He pointed to the corner
Where the scales of justice stood,
I saw so many failures there
There was nothing good.
And in that very moment
When it seemed all hope was lost,
I said I plead the blood of Jesus
And His death upon the cross.
For all the times I failed
The enemy was mighty
He came in like a flood
He was defeated by one drop of blood.
I stood and watched in silence
As others were brought in
I saw them start to tremble
When they turned and faced their sin.
They offered no excuses
They offered no alibis
The truth was overwhelming
And it would not be denied.
Their righteousness like filthy rags
And nothing they could say
They bowed their heads in silence
As they were led away.
But for the true believers
Each time it was the same
His glory shown around them as
They called upon His name.
For all the times they failed
The enemy was mighty
He came in like a flood
He was defeated by one drop of blood.
Is Your Jesus Worth Dying For? The Story Of Cassie Bernall
As Cassie entered the ninth grade, her mom Misty just “had that gut feeling that something was wrong. I couldn’t pinpoint it, but I just knew something was wrong. I didn’t feel like either I nor my husband had any connection with her.”
Desperate for answers, Misty began to search Cassie’s room regularly, and on one occasion was shocked to discover evidence that her daughter had developed an interest in witchcraft, drugs and alcohol. Facing the trauma of how to deal with their troubled teen, Cassie’s parents decided that the only way to stop their daughter from making more bad decisions was to make a few good choices for her.
So, they began making changes. For starters, they transferred Cassie to a new school–Columbine High School, in suburban Littleton, Colorado. They also kept closer tabs on her friends, her attitudes, and her study habits. In general, they put their foot down, and said, “Cassie, it stops here. You must now choose to take responsibility for your life.”
Cassie began to respond – positively…new friends, new attitudes. One of the new friends was Dave McPherson, youth pastor at West Bowles Community Church. McPherson admitted to the Denver Post that, when he first saw Cassie, he thought to himself, “There’s no hope for that girl. Not our kind of hope.” The joyless look on her face, the monosyllabic speech which came from her lips — all of it suggested that perhaps Cassie was just “too far gone.”
One weekend, though, McPherson encouraged Cassie to accompany the church youth on retreat, and, with her parents’ enthusiastic permission, she agreed. That weekend which changed Cassie’s life. Said Brad, her father, “When she left, she was this gloomy, head-down, say-nothing youth.
When she came back, her eyes were open and bright and she was bouncy and just excited about what had happened to her and was just so excited to tell us. It was like she was in a dark room, and somebody turned the light on, and she saw the beauty that was surrounding her.” Said Misty, “She looked at me in the eye and she said, “Mom, I’ve changed. I’ve totally changed.
I know you’re not going to believe it, but I’ll prove it to you.'”
The “light” that had been turned on in 17-year-old Cassie’s life was the light of the Lord Jesus Christ, whom she had trusted as her personal Lord and Savior at that church retreat. Jesus changed Cassie-from the inside out. A deep-down, 100-percent kind of transformation, like Paul spoke of in Romans 12:2 when he exhorted us, “be transformed by the renewing of your minds!” Gone was the preoccupation with the occult; instead, Cassie began to spend her spare time, along with her new Christian friends, ministering at Denver’s inner-city Victoria Outreach Church, serving dinner to prostitutes and drug addicts as part of that church’s mission ministry.
Cassie even planned to cut off her cornsilk-colored hair that hung halfway down her back, so that it could be given to “someone who makes wigs for kids who are going through chemotherepy,” according to her aunt, Kayleen.
One night, Cassie spoke of her newfound hope for the future with her mom.
She said, “Mom, it would be OK if I died. I’d be in a better place, and you know where I’d be.” The same girl who, just a couple years before, had been spinning on the edge, in danger of falling into hopelessness. Jesus change her-she was living life sacrificially in Jesus’ name, and she was ready to die as a child of the Lord Jesus.
On Sunday night, April 18, Cassie stood up and gave her testimony to her youth group at church. She told them, “You really can’t live without Christ. It’s, like, impossible to really have a really true life without Him.” Cassie was ready.
With her life–and with death, if necessary.
Two days after that, Cassie was sitting in the library of Columbine High School when Eric Harris and Dylan Kelbold burst in with homemade pipe-bombs and guns. They knew who she was; she’d made no secret of her newfound faith.
The Bible stacked on top of her textbooks, along with the WWJD
(“What Would Jesus Do?”) bracelet around her wrist, clearly marked Cassie as one of the “Christians” of Columbine High.
“Do you believe in God?” was the question which was posed to her by that young member of the self-proclaimed “Trenchcoat Mofia.” Her friend, Keven Koeniger, later said that Cassie paused for a long moment.
He said, “I think she knew she was going to die.”
Finally, the response came: “Yes, I believe in God.” The trigger was pulled.
You think the question, “Are you ready to die for Jesus?” isn’t an urgent one? Just ask Cassie Bernall.
Ask her parents. Misty and Brad said, “We looked at each other and we said, ‘Would I have done that? I would have begged for my life!’ She didn’t.
Cassie Bernall’s brother Chris found this poem on her desk.
It was the last poem she wrote before she died.
“Now I have given up on everything else.
I have found it to be the only way
To really know Christ
And to experience the Mighty power
That brought Him back to life again
And to find out what it means
to suffer and die with Him.
So, whatever it takes
I will be one who lives
In the fresh newness of life
Of those who are alive from the dead”
Is your Jesus worth dying for?
The devil's Convention
Satan called a worldwide convention. In his opening address to his evil angels, he said, "We can't keep Christians from going to church. We can't keep them from reading their Bibles and knowing the truth. We can't even keep them from conservative values. But we can do something else. We can keep them from forming an intimate, abiding relationship experience in Christ. If they gain that connection with Jesus, our power over them is broken. So let them go to church, let them have their conservative lifestyles, but steal their time, so they can't gain that experience in Jesus Christ. This is what I want you to do, angels. Distract them from gaining hold of their Savior and maintaining that vital connection throughout their day!"
"How shall we do this?" shouted his angels.
"Keep them busy in the non essentials of life and invent unnumbered schemes to occupy their minds" he answered. "Tempt them to spend, spend, spend then borrow, borrow, borrow. Convince the wives to go to work for long hours and the husbands to work six or seven days a week, ten to twelve hours a day so they can afford their lifestyles. Keep them from spending time with their children.
As their family fragments, soon their homes will offer no escape from the pressures of work."
"Overstimulate their minds so that they cannot hear that still small voice. Entice them to play the radio or cassette player whenever they drive, to keep the TV, VCR, CD's and their PC's going constantly in their homes. And see to it that every store and restaurant in the world plays non-biblical music constantly.
This will jam their minds and break that union with Christ."
Fill their coffee tables with magazines and newspapers. Pound their minds with news 24 hours a day. Invade their driving moments with billboards.
Flood their mailboxes with junk mail, sweepstakes, mail order catalogues, and every kind of newsletter and promotional offering, free products, services and false hopes."
"Even in their recreation, let them be excessive. Have them return from their recreation exhausted, disquieted, and unprepared for the coming week.
Don't let them go out in nature to reflect on God's wonders. Send them to amusement parks, sporting events, concerts and movies instead.
And when they meet for spiritual fellowship, involve them in gossip and small talk so that they leave with troubled consciences and unsettled emotion."
"Let them be involved in soul-winning.
But crowd their lives with so many good causes they have no time to seek power from Christ. Soon they will be working in their own strength, sacrificing their health and family unity for the good of the cause."
It was quite a convention in the end.
And the evil angels went eagerly to their assignments causing Christians everywhere to get busy, busy, busy and rush here and there.
Has the devil been successful at his schemes? You be the judge.
Love of Jesus
Every Sunday afternoon, after the morning service at their church, the
Pastor and his 11-year-old son would go out into their town and hand out
Gospel tracts. This particular Sunday afternoon, as it came time for the
Pastor and his son to go to the streets with their tracts, it was very
cold outside as well as pouring down rain. The boy bundled up in his
warmest and driest clothes and said "Okay Dad, I'm ready."
His Pastor Dad asked, "Ready for what?
"Dad, it's time we gather our tracts together and go out."
Dad responds, "Son, it's very cold outside and it's pouring down rain."
The boy gives his Dad a surprised look, asking, "But Dad, aren't people
still going to Hell, even though it's raining?"
Dad answers, "Son, I am not going out in this weather."
Despondently the boy asks, "Dad, can I go -- Please?"
His father hesitated for a moment then said, "Son, you can go. Here's
the tracts; be careful son."
"Thanks, Dad!" And with that he was off and out into the rain. This
11-year-old boy walked the streets of the town going door-to-door and
handing everybody he met in the street a Gospel tract.
After 2-hours of
walking in the rain he was soaking bone-chilled wet and down to his very
last tract. He stopped on a corner and looked for someone to hand a
tract to but the streets were totally deserted.
Then he turned toward the first home he saw and started up the sidewalk
to the front door and rang the door bell. He rang the bell -- but nobody
answered. He rang it again and again bit still no one answered. He
waited but still no answer. Finally this 11-year-old trooper turned to
leave but something stopped him. Again, he turned to the door and rang
the bell and knocked loudly on the door with his fist.
something holding him there on the front porch. He rang again, and this
time the door slowly opened. Standing in the doorway was a very sad
looking elderly lady.
She softly asked, "What can I do for you, son?"
With radiant eyes and a smile that lit up her world, this little boy
said, "Ma'am, I'm sorry if I disturbed you, but I just want to tell you
that JESUS REALLY DOES LOVE YOU! I came to give you my very last Gospel
tract which will tell you all about Jesus and His great love." With that
he handed her his last tract, and turned to leave.
She called to him as he departed, "Thank you, son! And God bless you!"
Well, the following Sunday morning in church, Pastor Dad was in the
pulpit and as the service began he asked,
"Does anybody have a testimony
or want to say anything?"
Slowly, in the back row of the church, an elderly lady stood to her
feet. As she began to speak, a look of glorious radiance came from her
face. "None of you in this church know me.
I've never been here before.
You see, before last Sunday I was not a Christian. My husband has passed
on, some time ago, leaving me totally alone in this world. Last Sunday,
being a particularly cold and rainy day, it was even more so in my heart
as I came to the end of the line where I no longer had any hope or will
"So I took a rope and a chair and ascended the stairway into the attic
of my home. I fastened the rope securely to a rafter in the roof then
stood on the chair and fastened the other end of the rope around my
neck. "Standing on that chair, so lonely and brokenhearted,
I was about to leap off when suddenly the loud ringing of my doorbell downstairs
startled me. I thought, 'I'll wait a minute, and whoever it is will go
away.' "I waited and waited -- but the ringing doorbell seemed to get
louder and more insistent and then the person ringing also started
knocking loudly. I thought to myself again,
'Who on earth could this
be?! Nobody ever rings my bell or comes to see me!'
"I loosened the rope
from my neck and started for the front door, all the while the bell rang
louder and louder. When I opened the door and looked I could hardly
believe my eyes!
"There on my front porch was the most radiant and
angelic little boy I had ever seen in my life! His smile!
Oh, I could never describe it to you! And the words that came from his mouth caused my heart, that had long been dead, to leap to life as he exclaimed with
'Ma'am, I just came to tell you that
JESUS REALLY DOES LOVE YOU.'
"Then he gave me this Gospel tract that I now hold in my
hand. As the little angel disappeared back out, into the cold and rain,
I closed my door and read slowly every word of this Gospel tract.
Then I went up to my attic to get my rope and chair. I wouldn't be needing them
"You see, I am now a happy child of the KING, and since the address of
your church was on the back of this Gospel tract I have come here to
personally say, 'Thank you to God's little angel who came just in the
nick of time, and by so doing, spared my soul from an eternity in Hell.'"
There were now no dry eyes in the church. As shouts of praise and honor
to the KING resounded off the very rafters of the building, Pastor Dad
descended from the pulpit to the front pew where the little angel was
seated. He took him in his arms and sobbed uncontrollably.
Probably no church has had a more glorious moment and probably this
Universe has never seen a Papa that was more filled with love and honor
for his son, except for one: This Father, God, also allowed His Son,
Jesus, to go out into a cold and dark world. He received His Son back
with joy unspeakable, and as all of Heaven shouted praises and honor to
the King, the Father sat His beloved Son on a throne far above all
principality and power and every name that is named.
There may be someone, reading this, who is also going through a dark, cold and lonely time in your soul. You may be a Christian, for we are not without
problems, or you may not yet know the King. Whatever the case, and
whatever the problem or situation you find yourself in, and no matter
how dark it may seem, I want you to know that I just came to tell you,
"JESUS REALLY DOES LOVE YOU!"
Lord, help me wash away all my selfishness and vanity,
so I may serve you with perfect humility through the week ahead.
Dear Lord, help me iron out all the wrinkles of prejudice
I have collected through the years so that I may see the beauty in others.
O God, help me mend my ways so I will not set a bad example for others.
Lord Jesus, help me to dust out all the many faults
I have been hiding in the secret corners of my heart.
O God, give me the grace to shop wisely so I may purchase
eternal happiness for myself and all others in need of love.
Help me, my Savior, to brew a big kettle of brotherly love and serve it with clean,
sweet bread of human kindness.
The Lord’s Day
O God, I have prepared my house for you.
Please come into my heart so I may spend the day and the rest of my life in your presence.
The 23 channel
The TV is my shepherd, I shall want.
It makes me lie down on the sofa.
It leads me away from the Scriptures.
It destroys my soul.
It leads me in the path of sex and violence,
for the sponsor's sake.
Yea, though I walk in the shadow of my
Christian responsibilities, there will be no interruption,
For the TV is with me.
It's cable and remote, they control me.
It prepares a commercial before me in
the presence of worldliness;
It anoints my head with Humanism,
My coveting runneth over.
Surely laziness and ignorance shall
Follow me all days of my life:
And I shall dwell in the house
Watching TV forever.
You get the point!
Baseball in Heaven
Two buddies Chris and John were two of the biggest baseball fans in America. For their entire adult lives, Chris and John discussed baseball history in the winter and they pored over every box score during the season.
They went to 60 games a year.
They even agreed that whoever died first would try to come back and tell the other if there was baseball in heaven.
One summer night, Chris passed away in his sleep after watching the Yankee victory earlier in the evening. He died happy.
A few nights later, his buddy John awoke to the sound of Chris's voice from beyond. "Chris is that you?" John asked. "Of course it's me," Chris replied.
"This is unbelievable!" John exclaimed.
"So tell me, is there baseball in heaven?"
"Well I have some good news and some bad news for you.
Which do you want to hear first?"
"Tell me the good news first."
"Well, the good news is that, yes, there is baseball in heaven, John."
"Oh, that is wonderful! So what could possibly be the bad news?"
"You're pitching tomorrow night."
THE ATHEIST AND THE BELIEVER
There's a little old Christian lady living next door to an atheist.
Every morning the lady comes out onto her front porch and shouts
"Praise the Lord!".
The atheist yells back, "There is no God".
She does this every morning with the same result.
As time goes on the lady runs into financial difficulties and has trouble buying food. She goes out onto the porch and asks God for help with groceries,
then says "Praise the Lord".
The next morning she goes out onto the porch and there's the groceries she's asked for, of course she says "Praise the Lord".
The atheist jumps out from behind a bush and says,
"Ha, I bought those groceries - there is no God".
The lady looks at him and smiles, she shouts
"Praise the Lord --- not only did you provide for me Lord,
you made Satan pay for the groceries!"
It seems there was this minister who just had all of his remaining
teeth pulled and new dentures were being made.
The first Sunday, he only preached 10 minutes.
The second Sunday, he preached only 20 minutes.
But, on the third Sunday, he preached 1 hour 25 minutes.
When asked about this by some of the congregation,
he responded this way.
The first Sunday, my gums were so sore it hurt to talk.
The second Sunday, my dentures were hurting a lot.
The third Sunday, I accidentally grabbed my wife's dentures...
and I couldn't stop talking!
WHAT IS IT LIKE
Mortal: What is a million years like to you?
God: Like one second.
Mortal: What is a million dollars like to you?
God: Like one penny.
Mortal: Can I have a penny?
God: Just a second.
What goes around comes around
One cold and gloomy day, a man saw an old lady stranded on the side of the road, but even in the dim light, he could see she needed help. So, he pulled up in front of her Mercedes and got out.
His Pontiac was still sputtering when he approached her.
Even with the smile on his face, she was worried. No one had stopped to help for the last hour, or so. Was he going to hurt her?
He didn't look safe; he looked poor and hungry.
He could see that she was frightened, standing out there in the cold, and he knew how she felt. It was one of those chills that only fear can put in you.
He said, 'I'm here to help you, Ma'am. Why don't you wait in the car, where it's warm? By the way, my name is Bryan Anderson.'
Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, that was bad enough.
Bryan crawled under the car looking for a place to put the jack, skinning his knuckles a time or two. Soon, he was able to change the tire, but he had to get dirty and his hands hurt.
As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled down the window and began to talk to him. She told him that she was from St. Louis, and was only just passing through. She couldn't thank him enough for coming to her aid.
Bryan just smiled as he closed her trunk. The lady asked how much she owed him; any amount would have been alright with her. She already imagined all the awful things that could have happened, had he not stopped.
Bryan never thought twice about being paid; this was not a job to him. This was helping someone in need, and God knows there were plenty who had given him a hand in the past. He had lived his whole life that way, and it never occurred to him to act any other way.
He told her that if she really wanted to pay him back, the next time she saw someone who needed help, she could give that person the assistance they needed, and Bryan added, 'And think of me.'
He waited until she started her car and drove off. It had been a cold and depressing day, but he felt good as he headed for home, disappearing into the twilight.
A few miles down the road, the lady saw a small cafe.
She went in to grab a bite to eat, and take the chill off, before she made the last leg of her trip home. It was a dingy looking restaurant.
Outside were two old gas pumps. The whole scene was unfamiliar to her. The waitress came over and brought a clean towel to wipe her wet hair. She had a sweet smile, one that, even being on her feet for the whole day, couldn't erase.
The old lady noticed the waitress appeared nearly eight months pregnant, but she never let the strain and aches change her attitude. The old lady wondered how someone, who had so little, could be so giving to a stranger. Then, she remembered Bryan.
After the lady finished her meal, she paid with a hundred dollar bill.
The waitress, quickly, went to get change for her hundred dollar bill, but the old lady had slipped right out the door - she was gone by the time the waitress came back. The waitress wondered where the lady could be.
Then, she noticed something written on the napkin.
There were tears in her eyes when she read what the lady had written: 'You don't owe me anything. 'I have been there, too. 'Somebody once helped me, the way I'm helping you, now. 'If you really want to pay me back, here is what you do:
Do not let this chain of love end with you.'
Under the napkin were four more $100 bills.
Well, there were tables to clear, sugar bowls to fill, and people to serve, but the waitress made it through another nite. That night, when she got home from work and climbed into bed, she was thinking about the money, and what the lady had written. How could the lady have known how much she and her husband needed it?
With the baby due next month, it was going to be tough.
She knew how worried her husband was, and as he lay sleeping, next to her, she gave him a soft kiss and whispered softly, 'Everything's going to be alright. I love you, Bryan Anderson.'
There is an old saying 'What goes around comes around.'
Today, I sent you this story, and I'm asking you to pass it on - let this light shine! God works in mysterious ways, and sometimes puts people in our lives for a reason.