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INSPIRATIONAL
Amazing true life Stories
True stories that will
touch your heart and inspire you
NAVY
SEALS
Two
things NAVY SEALS are always taught:
1.
Keep your priorities in order
2.
Know when to act without hesitation
A
college professor, an avowed Atheist and active in the ACLU, was teaching
his class. He shocked several of his students when he flatly stated
that once and for all he was going to prove there was no God.
Addressing
the ceiling he shouted:
"GOD,
if you are real, then I want you to knock me off this platform.
I'll give you exactly 15 minutes !!!
The
lecture room fell silent. You could hear a pin drop. Ten minutes
went by....
"I'm
waiting GOD, if you're real, then knock me off this platform now !!!
"
Again
after 4 minutes, the professor taunted God, saying,
"Here
I am, God!! I'm stilling waiting!!"
The
professor was down to the last couple of minutes of his bargain with God.
A Navy Seal who had just been released from serving in Afghanistan and
Iraq had recently registered in the class. The Navy Seal walked up
to the Professor.
The
Seal hit the professor full force in the face, and sent the Professor
tumbling from his lofty platform. The Professor was out cold !!
The
students were stunned and shocked. The students began to babble in
confusion. The SEAL nonchalantly took his seat in the front row and
sat silently.
The
class looked at him and fell silent ... waiting. Eventually, the
professor came to and was noticeably shaken. He looked at the SEAL
in the front row. When the Professor finally regained his senses
and was able to speak, he asked:
"What
the heck is the matter with you? Why did you do that?
The
SEAL looked and the professor and said, "God was really busy
protecting America's soldiers, who are protecting your right to say
stupid things and act like an idiot!!
SO
HE SENT Me !
TOMMY
from Texas Bob's
Page
http://texasbobsworld.com/tommy.htm
I
guess it was just coming into fashion then. I know in my mind that it
isn't what's on your head but what's in it that counts; but on that day,
I was unprepared and my emotions flipped I immediately filed Tommy under
"s" for strange... Very strange.
Tommy
turned out to be the "atheist in residence" in my theology of
faith course.
He
constantly objected to, smirked at, or whined about the possibility of an
unconditionally loving Father/God. We lived with each other in relative
peace for one semester, although I admit he was for me at times a serious
pain in the back pew.
When
he came up at the end of the course to turn in his final exam, he asked
in a cynical tone, "do you think I'll ever find God?"
I
decided instantly on a little shock therapy. "No!" I said very
emphatically.
"Why not?," He responded, "I thought that was the product
you were pushing."
I
let him get five steps from the classroom door and then called out,
"Tommy! I don't think you'll ever find him, but I am absolutely
certain that he will find you!"
He
shrugged a little and left my class and my life. I felt slightly
disappointed at the thought that he had missed my clever line: "he
will find you!" At least I thought it was clever.
Later,
I heard that Tommy had graduated and I was duly grateful. Then a sad
report came. I heard that Tommy had terminal cancer. Before I could
search him out, he came to see me.
When
he walked into my office, his body was very badly wasted and the long
hair had all fallen out as a result of chemotherapy. But his eyes were
bright and his voice was firm, for the first time, I believe.
"Tommy,
I've thought about you so often--I hear you are sick", I blurted
out.
"Oh,
yes, very sick. I have cancer in both lungs. It's a matter of
weeks."
"Can
you talk about it, Tom?", I asked.
"Sure,
what would you like to know?", He replied.
"What's
it like to be only twenty-four and dying?", I asked.
"Well,
it could be worse.", He replied.
"Like
what?", I asked.
"Well,
like being fifty and having no values or ideals; like being fifty and
thinking that booze, seducing women, and making money are the real
biggies' in life", He replied.
I
began to look through my mental file cabinet under 's' where I had filed
Tommy as strange. (It seems as though everybody I try to reject by
classification, God sends back into my life to educate me.)
But
what I really came to see you about", Tom said, "is something
you said to me on the last day of class."
(He
remembered!) He continued, "I asked you if you thought I would ever
find God and you said, 'no!' Which surprised me.
Then
you said, 'but he will find you.'
I
thought about that a lot, even though my search for God was hardly
intense at that time."
(My
clever line. He thought about that a lot!)
"But
when the doctors removed a lump from my groin and told me that it was
malignant, that's when I got serious about locating God.
And
when the malignancy spread into my vital organs, I really began banging
bloody fists against the bronze doors of heaven.
But
God did not come out. In fact, nothing happened.
Did
you ever try anything for a long time with great effort and with no
success?
You
get psychologically glutted, fed up with trying. And then you quit."
"Well,
one day I woke up, and instead of throwing a few more futile appeals over
that high brick wall to a God who may be or may not be there, I just quit.
I
decided that I didn't really care about God, about an after life, or
anything like that.
I
decided to spend what time I had left doing something more profitable.
I
thought about you and your class and I remembered something else you had
said:" "the essential sadness is to go through life without
loving. But it would be almost equally sad to go through life and leave
this world without ever telling those you loved that you had loved
them.'"
"So,
I began with the hardest one, my Dad.
He
was reading the newspaper when I approached him.
"Dad."
"Yes,
what?", He asked without lowering the newspaper.
"Dad,
I would like to talk with you."
"Well,
talk."
"I
mean... It's really important".
The
newspaper came down three slow inches.
"What
is it?"
"Dad,
I love you--I just wanted you to know that."
Tom
smiled at me and said it with obvious satisfaction, as though he felt a
warm and secret joy flowing inside of him.
"The
newspaper fluttered to the floor. Then my father did two things I could
never remember him ever doing before.
He
cried and he hugged me. We talked all night, even though he had to go to
work the next morning.
It
felt so good to be close to my father, to see his tears, to feel his hug,
to hear him say that he loved me."
"It
was easier with my mother and little brother. They cried with me, too,
and we hugged each other, and started saying real nice things to each
other.
We
shared the things we had been keeping secret for so many years. I was
only sorry about one thing --- that I had waited so long.
Here
I was, just beginning to open up to all the people I had actually been
close to."
"Then,
one day I turned around and God was there.
He
didn't come to me when I pleaded with him. I guess I was like an animal
trainer holding out a hoop:" 'c'mon, jump through. C'mon, I'll give
you three days, three weeks.'
"Apparently
God does things in his own way and at his own hour.
But
the important thing is that he was there. He found me! You were
right. He found me even after I stopped looking for him."
"Tommy",
I practically gasped: "I think you are saying something very
important and much more universal than you realize.
To
me, at least, you are saying that the surest way to find God is not to
make him a private possession, a problem solver, or an instant
consolation in time of need, but rather by opening to love.
You
know, the Apostle John said that. He said: "God is love, and anyone who
lives in love is living with God and God is living in him.'"
"Tom,
could I ask you a favor?
You
know, when I had you in class you were a real pain. But
(laughingly) you can make it all up to me now.
Would
you come into my present theology of faith course and tell them what you
have just told me?
If
I told them the same thing it wouldn't be half as effective as if you
were to tell it."
"Ooh
I was ready for you, but I don't know if I'm ready for your class."
"Tom,
think about it if and when you are ready, give me a call."
In
a few days, Tom called, said he was ready for the class, that he wanted
to do that for God and for me. So we scheduled a date.
However,
he never made it. He had another appointment, far more important than the
one with me and my class.
Of
course, his life was not really ended by his death, only changed.
He
made the great step from faith into vision. He found a life far more
beautiful than the eye of man has ever seen or the ear of man has ever
heard or the mind of man has ever imagined.
Before
he died, we talked one last time.
"I'm
not going to make it to your class", he said.
"I
know, Tom."
"Will
you tell them for me? Will you tell the whole world for me?"
"I
will, Tom. I'll tell them. I'll do my best."
So,
to all of you who have been kind enough to read this simple story about
God's love, thank you for listening.
And
to you, Tommy, somewhere in the sunlit, verdant hills of heaven --- I
told them, Tommy as best I could.
If
this story means anything to you, please pass it on to a friend or two.
It is a true story and is not enhanced for publicity purposes.
With
thanks,
Rev. John Powell, professor Loyola university in Chicago
1
John
4:8 He
that loveth not knoweth not God; for God is love. (kjv)
INSPIRATIONAL
Amazing
true life Stories
True stories that will
touch your heart and inspire you
 THE
'Birdies' ANGELS came to
take our 3 year old son to Heaven
When
I got off the
plane a solemn-faced young man came toward me and said, "Mr. Glenn,
there is an emergency at your home. I do not know what the emergency is,
or who is involved, but I will take you to the phone so you can call the
hospital." My heart was now pounding, but the will to be calm
took over. Woodenly, I followed this stranger to the distant
telephone where I called the number he gave me for the Mission Hospital.
My
call was put through to the trauma center where I learned that my
three-year-old son had been trapped underneath the automatic garage door
for several minutes, and that when my wife had found him he was dead.
CPR
had been performed by a neighbor, who is a doctor, and the paramedics had
continued the treatment as Brian was transported to the hospital. By the
time of my call, Brian was revived and they believed he would live, but
they did not know how much damage had been done to his brain, nor to his
heart. They explained that the door had completely closed on his little
sternum right over his heart. He had been severely crushed. After
speaking with the medical staff, my wife sounded worried but not
hysterical, and I took comfort in her calmness.
The
return flight seemed to last forever, but finally I arrived at the
hospital six hours after the garage door had come down. When I walked
into the intensive care unit, nothing could have prepared me to see my
little son laying so still on a great big bed with tubes and monitors
everywhere.
He
was on a respirator. I glanced at my wife who stood and tried to give me
a reassuring smile. It all seemed like a terrible dream.
I
was filled-in with the details and given a guarded prognosis. Brian
was going to live, and the preliminary tests indicated that his heart was
OK, two miracles in and of themselves. But only time would tell if his
brain received any damage.
Throughout
the seemingly endless hours, my wife was calm. She felt that Brian would
eventually be all right. I hung on to her words and faith like a
lifeline.
All
that night and the next day Brian remained unconscious. It seemed like
forever since I had left for my business trip the day before. Finally at
two o'clock that afternoon, our son regained consciousness and sat up
uttering the most beautiful words I have ever heard spoken. He said,
"Daddy hold me" and he reached for me with his little arms.
By
the next day he was pronounced as having no neurological or physical
deficits, and the story of his miraculous survival spread throughout the
hospital. You can imagine how relieved we felt as we brought Brian home.
We also felt a unique reverence for the life and love of our Heavenly
Father that comes to those who brush death so closely.
In
the days that followed there was a special spirit about our home.
Our two older children were much closer to their little brother.
My
wife and I were much closer to each other, and all of us were very close
as a whole family. Life took on a less stressful pace. Perspective seemed
to be more focused, and balance much easier to gain and maintain. We felt
deeply blessed. Our gratitude was truly profound.
The
story is not over (smile)!
Almost
a month later to the day of the accident, Brian awoke from his afternoon
nap and said, "Sit down Mommy. I have something to tell you."
At this time in his life, Brian usually spoke in small phrases, so to say
a large sentence surprised my wife. She sat down with him on his bed, and
he began his sacred and remarkable story.
Do
you remember when I got stuck under the garage door? Well, it was so
heavy and it hurt really bad. I called to you, but you couldn't hear me.
I started to cry, but then it hurt too bad. And then the 'birdies'
came."
"The
birdies?" my wife asked puzzled.
"Yes," he replied. "The birdies made a whooshing sound and
flew into the garage. They took care of me."
"They
did?"
"Yes,"
he said. "One of the birdies came and got you. She came to tell you
"I got stuck under the door." A sweet reverent feeling filled
the room. The spirit was so strong and yet lighter than air.
My
wife realized that a 3 year old had no concept of death and spirits, so
he was referring to the beings who came to him from beyond as
"birdies" because they were up in the air like birds that fly.
"What did the birdies look like?" she asked.
Brian
answered, "They were so beautiful. They were dressed in white, all
white. Some of them had green and white. But some of them had on just
white."
"Did
they say anything?"
"Yes," he answered. "They told me the baby would be all
right." "The baby?" my wife asked confused.
Brian
answered. "The baby laying on the garage floor." He went on,
"You came out and opened the garage door and ran to the baby. You
told the baby to stay and not leave."
My
wife nearly collapsed upon hearing this, for she had indeed gone and
knelt beside Brian's body and seeing his crushed chest whispered,
"Don't leave us Brian, please stay if you can."
As
she listened to Brian telling her the words she had spoken, she realized
that the spirit had left His body and was looking down from above on this
little lifeless form. "Then what happened?" she asked.
"We
went on a trip," he said, "far, far away." He grew
agitated trying to say the things he didn't seem to have the words for.
My wife tried to calm and comfort him, and let him know it would be okay.
He struggled with wanting to tell something that obviously was very
important to him, but finding the words was difficult.
"We
flew so fast up in the air. They're so pretty Mommy," he added.
"And there are lots and lots of birdies." My wife was stunned.
Into her mind the sweet comforting spirit enveloped her more soundly, but
with an urgency she had never before known.
Brian
went on to tell her that the "birdies" had told him that he had
to come back and tell everyone about the "birdies." He said
they brought him back to the house and that a big fire truck, and an
ambulance were there. A man was bringing the baby out on a white bed and
he tried to tell the man that the baby would be okay,
The
story went on for an hour. He taught us that "birdies" were
always with us, but we don't see them because we look with our eyes and
we don't hear them because we listen with our ears.
But
they are always there, you can only see them in here (he put his hand
over his heart). They whisper the things to help us to do what is right
because they love us so much.
Brian
continued, stating, "I have a plan, Mommy. You have a plan. Daddy
has a plan. Everyone has a plan. We must all live our plan and keep our
promises. The birdies help us to do that cause they love us so
much."
In
the weeks that followed, he often came to us and told all, or part of it,
again and again. Always the story remained the same. The details were
never changed or out of order.
A
few times he added further bits of information and clarified the message
he had already delivered. It never ceased to amaze us how he could tell
such detail and speak beyond his ability when he talked about his
birdies.
Everywhere
he went, he told strangers about the "birdies." Surprisingly,
no one ever looked at him strangely when he did this. Rather, they always
got a softened look on their face and smiled. Needles to say, we have not
been the same ever since that day, and I pray we never will be.
Luke
4:10 (kjv) For it is written, He shall give his angels charge
over thee, to keep thee:
NIV: For it is written: “‘He will command his angels concerning
you to guard you carefully;
Sent
in by Ken Reuer, Burning Bush Crusades, Wetaskiwin, AB
DADDY
- DON'T FORGET
TO WAIT FOR ME!
By Heather McPherson, 12 years old
I
remember my dad so well: the way he laughed, the way he smiled, the corny
jokes he used to tell and that goofy look he put on his face to cheer me
up. When I was growing up, my dad was in the Navy, first sailing, and
then later working in the office. I remember how his office was
covered in cards that I had made him.
After
my father retired from the Navy, I got to know him much better. We
did more things together, we talked more often and he'd always, always
listen to everything I had to say. I never guessed that those good
times would come to such an abrupt end.
April
21, my dad sat down with me and told me something that changed my life
forever. He had terminal lung cancer. When he told me, I felt
hot and cold all over at the same time. I couldn't move. I couldn't
breathe. I couldn't make a sound. I just sat there, and we
both began to cry.
Months
went by with regular hospital visits, chemotherapy and radiation. My
father looked better, but then started to get worse with each passing
day. I watched him, that strong, amazing, fearless man that I once
knew, become weak, sick and tired. As the weeks went on, he could
no longer eat, and he was worse than ever before. My mother had
planned to bring him home to visit, but as December came, he became too
sick to come home.
December
11 came. My birthday. We brought a cake to his room and he
tried to sing happy birthday for me, then he called me over to his bed
and kissed my forehead. I tried to believe that everything would be
all right. That everything would go back to normal.
Two
days later, I spent the night with my dad. I sat by his bed and
watched him sleep, and he looked so peaceful. It was really hard
for me to see him the way he was though, with IVs in his hands, and tubes
all over. I cried myself to sleep every night after that.
On
the night of December 20, I spent the night at my mum's friend's house. I
lay awake that night, thinking about the next morning and, for some
reason, fearing it. Maybe I knew or maybe I had a sense that
something was going to happen. The next morning, she took me to the
hospital and my mum was there. I sat down on a chair in the lounge,
and I overheard my mother talking to her friend.
"The nurses say that today is the day." I felt exactly
like I had eight months ago, a surge of hot and cold filling my body.
My grandparents were at the hospital too; my tiny grandmother was
shaking, and my grandfather was talking to a nurse. I didn't cry,
though. There were other patients in the room, and I didn't want to
upset them.
I
went to see my dad. He looked so sick, so thin, but I held back my
tears. I didn't want him to see me crying. I walked over to his bed
and I bent down and hugged him. He whispered into my ear, "I
love you," and kissed my forehead. I hugged my dad, kissed his
cheek and whispered, "I love you, too, Daddy."
I
stayed with him in that room until the nurses told me that I should get
something to eat. My two sisters, my brother and my sister's
boyfriend were waiting for me, so that we could all go out to lunch
together. We went across the road, and we were halfway through our
lunch when my sister's cell phone rang. I dreaded this phone call.
My sister, in tears, mumbled something to the caller and hung up.
"It's time."
We
quickly paid the check and ran across the street. There were cars
coming, but we didn't care. We wanted to see our father. When
we got there, my grandma was standing in the hall crying. She told
us that he was gone. It was too late. My sister collapsed on
the floor and couldn't get back up. I ran into my dad's room and
saw his lifeless body, just lying there, motionless. My mum was
beside him, holding his hand and crying. I didn't know what to do;
I was so confused. I just started crying and ran up to him. I
hugged him and said, "Daddy, come back, come back," but he
didn't.
We
had a service for him on December 27. My mum had put an
announcement in the paper about his death, giving details about the
service. There were so many people there. Most of them didn't
talk; they just sat there and cried. My godfather and my aunt both
gave speeches, and both burst into tears when they finished.
To
this day, almost six months after my father's death, I think about all
those people crying for one man, for my father. I think a lot about
different things. I think about how he isn't suffering anymore and
how he is up in heaven with his grandparents smiling down at me. I think
about how he won't be there for my graduation, and how he won't be able
to walk me down the aisle at my wedding, but I also think about how he'll
always be here for me - not in body, but in spirit - and how he'll
forever be in my heart.
If I could say one thing to him right now, and he would be able to
hear it, it would be this . . . Daddy, don't forget to wait for me.
Hebrews
12:9 - Furthermore we have had fathers of our flesh which corrected
us,
and we gave them reverence: shall we not much rather be in subjection
unto the Father of spirits, and live
Sent
in by Ken Reuer, Burning Bush Crusades, Wetaskiwin, AB
TRANSFORMED
from
Atheist & Alcoholic to
GOSPEL
PREACHER
by:
Terry Severson
I
WAS AN ATHEIST & ALCOHOLIC!
Jesus
saved me, Jesus filled me with The Holy Spirit & I'M NOW
PREACHING THE GOSPEL of Jesus Christ.
The
day is Wednesday, September 15, 2004. I am sitting reflecting back
to September 15, 1991, the day that Jesus Christ came into my life and
set me free. The day that the Lord saved me from myself and from an
eternity in hell.
My
name is Terry Severson. I am from Norquay, Saskatchewan. For
29 years of my life I was separated from God. I was a professing
atheist, someone who says there is no God. I had never seen any
evidence of God and our school system teaches evolution, which is
godlessness. We teach our children in Canada that there is no God.
I
ATTEMPTED SUICIDE AT LEAST FIVE TIMES
As
a young boy of 14 years of age, I started drinking, which lead to
numerous problems. I made at least five suicide attempts from which
God delivered me every time.
I
did not know until many years later that it had been God who had saved me
from killing myself each of the five times I attempted to kill myself.
At
the age of 19, I met Shelleu Schow and God used her to take the desire of
killing myself away from me. I still had major problems such
as alcoholism, a foul dirty mouth and many other problems. Sin had
me bound and I did not know how to get free. Deep inside I knew
that something was missing from my life.
Norquay,
Saskatchewan is the home town of Pastor Max Solbrekken. Pastor
Solbrekken is a powerful man of God who has proclaimed the Gospel of
Jesus all over the world.
In
Norquay, not much is known about Pastor Max Solbrekken or his ministry (
a prophet has honour except in his hometown and amongst relatives), but
that is about to change !
In
John 4:43-45, we find Jesus going back to Galilee where He was first
rejected, but this time they received him after they had seen all the
great things that Jesus Christ did.
I
believe a day is coming when God will move powerfully in Norquay,
Saskatchewan and Pastor Max will be used mightily by our Lord.
In
1987, we were still heathen. I was still mocking God when my wife
and I rented a house which was owned by Max Solbrekken's dad who had
passed away. We were the first ones to rent his house and people
would say, "Someday, Terry, you will be a preacher like Max
Solbrekken. I used to swear at people and tell them to get lost.
My
wife even told me, "One day, Terry, you will carry a Bible and be a
preacher like Max Solbrekken." I couldn't believe my ears.
I thought my wife was loosing her mind.
But
shortly after we moved into that house, I quit drinking, and nine months
later, I quit smoking. I smoked two packs of cigarettes a day.
It was the mercy of the Lord that was dealing with me, even though I was
unaware of it. Even before I knew the Lord, He was doing a work
within me.
September
15, 1991, I heard the message of salvation in Regina, Saskatchewan.
Jesus Christ set me free from sin that day. I have never been the
am since that day. There was no looking back. There was
no going back. I really had nothing to go back to.
I
am now an Evangelist, a preacher just like Pastor Max Solbrekken.
The prophecy came true, much to my surprise.
I
have a passion for Jesus Christ. I have a passion for the lost
souls in this world. Many people in the world do not know about
Jesus Christ. I want to see hell empty and Heaven full.
The
church must rise and let the world know about Jesus Christ. I am so
thankful for what the Lord has done in my life and I want to share the
gift of eternal life with all I come in contact with (Psalm 40 - 1-3)
Pastor
Max Solbrekken, greetings from Norquay. I am sending you my
testimony. May the name of the Lord be glorified amongst all
people.
Love
in Christ
Terry Severson
INSPIRATIONAL
scriptures, verses & stories of hope & faith
INSPIRATIONAL
Bible Verses KING JAMES VERSION
“Be strong and of a good courage, fear not, nor be afraid of
them: for the Lord thy God, he it is that doth go with thee; he will not
fail thee, nor forsake thee." (Deuteronomy 31:6 KJV)
“And
be ye kind one to another, tender-hearted, forgiving one another, even as
God for Christ’s sake hath forgiven you.” (Ephesians 4:32 KJV)
“There
is neither Jew nor Greek, there is neither bond nor free, there is
neither male nor female: for ye are all one in Christ Jesus.”
(Galatians 3:28 KJV)
“Trust
in the Lord with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own
understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct
thy paths.” (Proverbs 3:5-6 KJV)
"Be
not wise in thine own eyes: fear the LORD, and depart from evil. It
shall be health to thy navel, and marrow to thy bones. Honour the
Lord with thy substance, and with the firstfruits of all thine increase:
So shall thy barns be filled with plenty, and thy presses shall burst out
with new wine." (Proverbs3: 7, 8, 9,. 10 KJV)
JESUS
CHRIST DIED FOR YOU
#1
- JESUS CHRIST LOVES YOU
No
more beautiful words were ever spoken by men or angels than these,
"I know God loves me!" Praise God. Say these precious
words and believe them and you will see what a change will be affected
within your life.
#2
- JESUS CHRIST KNOWS ALL ABOUT YOU
"For
the eyes of the Lord run to and fro throughout the whole earth, to show
himself strong in the behalf of them whose heart is perfect toward
him." (2 Chronicles 16:9)
"Tis
so sweet to trust in Jesus, just to take Him at His word, Just to rest
upon His promise, Just to know, Thus saith the Lord."
In
every situation of life God knows about you! During every trial,
heartbreak and discouragement in the temptations and struggles of life
Jesus knows about us and makes a way of escape. (1 Corinthians 10:13)
God knows and He is ready to help - Say it to yourself, "God knows
about my existence and He loves me - His eyes are upon me and I know
everything will be alright."
#3
- JESUS CHRIST CARES ABOUT YOU
"Casting
all your cares upon Him, for He careth for you." (1 Peter 5:7)
Life
often seems like a rat race with dog eat dog and whoever gets in first
get what he needs and whoever gets in last misses everything.
People can often be hardhearted and cruel - circumstances and situations
can make life almost unbearable. Many times Satan has filled
peoples' hearts and minds with such tremendous disillusionment and
depression that they have in utter hopelessness taken their own lives.
The
hymn writer penned the words, "What a Friend we have in Jesus, All
our sins and grief's to bear! What a privilege to carry -
Everything to God in prayer."
I
am thrilled with the great news of God's love every time I hear it.
I am thrilled that God loves me, He knows all about me and that He cares
about me - my difficulties and my needs. Praise God! Say it
to yourself - "I know God cares about me and will help me!"
#4
- JESUS CHRIST DIED FOR YOU
"But
God commendeth His love toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners,
Christ died for us." (Romans 5:8)
You
can give without loving, but you cannot love without giving. No
wonder the Apostle John wrote, "We love Him because He first loved
us." There is a word that is seldom used in today's world but
one which is probably one of the most powerful in our vocabulary.
It is the word "Apodictic" and it means "Evident beyond
contradictions". It is one of my foremost words because it
relates to the gospel and to Christ our wonderful Lord. When you
speak about God, His power, His words, His promises, His grace, His
goodness and His mercy and love, the word Apodictic covers them all!
Evident
beyond Contradiction! His existence is so real that only a foolish
person could try to contradict the fact! No wonder the Bible says,
"The fool hath said in his heart, There is no God". (Psalm
14:1)
 NO.
5 ~ JESUS CHRIST AROSE FROM THE DEAD AND WILL HELP YOU TODAY
A
dead man has no power to help anyone - He cannot even help himself! That
is why so many traditional churches and nominal Christians receive no
answers to their prayers and have no victory in their lives. They believe
in and worship a dead Christ. They wear crucifixes that have a
resemblance of Christ, dead on the cross. Beloved friends, the cross is
empty - Jesus Christ is alive for evermore with all power at His
disposal.
He
has the power to set His children free from every bondage and situation
in which we find ourselves that is embarrassing, improper, humiliating
and painful.
“Lo
behold the man of sorrow, lo behold Him in plain view. There He stands
that mighty conqueror, since He rent the veil in two."
“I
serve a risen Saviour, He’s in the world today; I know that He is
living, whatever men may say; I see His hand of mercy, I hear His voice
of cheer and just the time I need Him, He’s always near. He lives, He
lives, Christ Jesus lives today. He walks with me and talks with me,
along life’s narrow way. You ask me how I know He lives, He lives
within my heart.” Hallelujah.
The
very essence of Christianity, the heart of the gospel and the foundation
truth of the church is that Jesus Christ, God’s Son died upon a cross
for our sins and that He was raised from the dead on the third day for
our Justification! (1 Corinthians 15:1-4)
Of
all religions only Christianity can boast a resurrection and only Christ
is a Saviour, for He only is Alive Forevermore. Praise His Name.
JESUS
IS THE ONLY WAY
No
wonder Peter said, “Neither is there salvation in any other: for there
is none other name under heaven given among men, whereby we must be
saved”. (Acts 4:12)
Why?
Because the name of a dead man can save no one but Jesus is not dead HE
IS ALIVE FOREVERMORE! Hallelujah. His entire ministry while upon this
earth revolved around preaching the gospel, healing the sick, forgiving
the sinful, restoring the diseased back to health, feeding the hungry and
raising the dead.
When
He was crucified His ministry came to an end abruptly - until 50 days
later - after He had risen from the dead and spent 40 days with His
disciples He ascended into heaven and poured out upon His followers the
“Baptism of the Holy Ghost.” (Acts 1:4-8; 2:1-4) Then His ministry
continued greater than ever through those who believed upon Him - The
blind saw, the deaf heard, the lame walked, the dead were raised and the
gospel was preached to multitudes.
“Now
Peter and John went up together into the temple at the hour of prayer,
being the ninth hour. And a certain man lame from his mother’s womb was
carried, whom they laid daily at the gate of the temple which is called
Beautiful, to ask alms of them that entered into the temple; Who seeing
Peter and John about to go into the temple asked an alms.
And
Peter, fastening his eyes upon him with John, said, Look on us. And he
gave heed unto them, expecting to receive something of them. Then Peter
said, Silver and gold have I none; but such as I have give I thee: In the
name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth rise up and walk. And he took him by the
right hand, and lifted him up: and immediately his feet and ankle bones
received strength. And he leaping up stood, and walked, and entered with
them into the temple, walking, and leaping and praising God.” (Acts
3:1-9)
“And
by the hands of the apostles were many signs and wonders wrought among
the people; (and they were all with one accord in Solomon's porch. And of
the rest durst no man join himself to them: but the people magnified
them. And believers were the more added to the Lord, multitudes both of
men and women.)
“Insomuch
that they brought forth the sick into the streets, and laid them on beds
and couches, that at the least the shadow of Peter passing by might
overshadow some of them. There came also a multitude out of the cities
round about unto Jerusalem, bringing sick folks, and them which were
vexed with unclean spirits: and they were healed every one.” (Acts
5:12-16)
THE
GREAT COMMISSION
It
is evident the Book of Acts is a continuation of the ministry of Jesus
Christ through His followers by the power of the Holy Spirit, and that it
is God’s will for His power to continue to bring blessing and healing
to His people in every generation until the church age is over and Christ
sets up His kingdom and ushers in the millennium -
Notice
His words to all who believe, “And he said unto them, Go ye into all
the world, and preach the gospel to every creature. He that believeth and
is baptized shall be saved; but he that believeth not shall be damned.
And these signs shall follow them that believe, In my name shall they
cast out devils; they shall speak with new tongues; They shall take up
serpents; and if they drink any deadly thing, it shall not hurt them;
they shall lay hands on the sick, and they shall recover”. (Mark
16:15-18)
The
Holy Bible says, “Then Peter said unto them, Repent, and be baptized
every one of you in the name of Jesus Christ for the remission of sins,
and ye shall receive the gift of the Holy Ghost. For the promise is unto
you, and to your children, and to all that are afar off, even as many as
the Lord our God shall call.” (Acts 2:38-39)
If
you are called, you are saved and if you are saved, the baptism of the
Holy Ghost and power is for you! Again see what St. James writes to the
church, “Is any sick among you? let him call for the elders of the
church; and let them pray over him, anointing him with oil in the name of
the Lord: and the prayer of faith shall save the sick, and the Lord shall
raise him up; and if he have committed sins, they shall be forgiven
him”. (James 5:14,15)
THE
SCRIPTURE CANNOT BE BROKEN
Now
in closing let us see what Jesus Himself said concerning praying and
receiving an answer....
“Ask,
and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall
be opened unto you: For every one that asketh receiveth; and he that
seeketh findeth; and to him that knocketh it shall be opened.” (Matthew
7:7,8)
“Believe
me that I am in the Father, and the Father in Me: or else believe Me for
the very works' sake. Verily, verily, I say unto you, He that believeth
on Me, the works that I do shall he do also; and greater works than these
shall he do; because I go unto My Father. And whatsoever ye shall ask in
My name, that will I do, that the Father may be glorified in the Son. If
ye shall ask any thing in My name, I will do it.” (John 14:11-14)
“Jesus
said unto him, If thou canst believe, all things are possible to him that
believeth.” (Mark 9:23)
“Again
I say unto you, That if two of you shall agree on earth as touching any
thing that they shall ask, it shall be done for them of My Father which
is in heaven.” (Matthew 18:19)
“If
ye abide in Me, and My words abide in you, ye shall ask what ye will, and
it shall be done unto you.” (John 15:7)
My
beloved friend, Jesus Christ is indeed alive and waiting to hear from
you. If you will accept Him as your personal Saviour and trust in Him you
will definitely receive answers to your prayers and the assurance that
all is well with your soul, for He has promised and guaranteed you that
His word is true and the scripture cannot be broken. (John 10:35)
Amen.
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