Very true are the words you have put here. I have sat through many fund raiing sermons and messages,I have never heard a totally Biblical one and seem to have a monetary agenda. Not that its not im...
Revelation 3:18: "I counsel thee to buy of me gold tried in the fire, that thou mayest be rich; and white raiment, that thou mayest be clothed, and that the shame of thy nakedness do not appear; and a...
how true are these writenings the tithe indeed were food wheat grain Cornand such as the lord giveth unto his people . only this also.
food for thoughts !
the fruits and the Food, corn bread , whe...
I will come near to you to judgment; and I will be a swift witness against the sorcerers (whisper a magic spell), and against the adulterers, and against false swearers, and against those that oppres...
"Will a man rob God? Yet ye have robbed me. But ye say, Wherein have we robbed thee? In tithes and offerings. Malachi 3:8
Again, the wage earner did not tithe. Therefore, they could never be called...
A song for our Lord and our King. I am counted as a sheep for the slaughter ! mine Enemies seek my Blood like wolves in the night they Cry at the Moon and wail. in the night. like a pack they gather all around. they Seek me out to through Me to the Ground. the Alpha Male has captured my smell. and now He will let out A wail. to call his pack to the field of slaughter. Ho one Ho all come to the Supper of the Great Kings of the Earth! to Eat the Flesh of the Kings and the Queens . come one come all that thirst let us drink the Blood . they all say as they gather for the feast in the heat of the Noon day .
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Glory to God in the Highest and greetings in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ Amen Lets us Press on lets tread more ground today you hear lot of things But that's Life and it's NOT NEW it's was before OUR times also mockers and liars haven no understanding in THEM as to the MEANINGS of the SCRIPTURES the bigest thing you hear is you DON'T NEED THE OLD TESTAMENT look if that were TRUE then WHY does it SAY TO LIVE BY EVERY WORD OF GOD MAT 4:4 But he answered and said it is written Man shall not live by BREAD ALONE, but by every WORD that PROCEEDETH out of the MOUTH OF GOD. And the word of God is more the bread it MEATS it's DRINK it's WINE and much MORE .Example like the part Adam and tried try to sew together leaves to covers themselves up and hid from GOD GEN 3:7-8 And the eyes of them both were opened, and they know that they were naked ; and they sewed fig leaves together ,and made themselves aprons.8.And they heard the voice of the LORD GOD wailking in the garden in the cool of the day;and Adam and his wife hid themselves from the presence of the LORD GOD amongst the trees of the garden. and AGAIN in the NEW it says .REV 6:15-16 And the kings of the earth, and the great men, and the rich men, and the chief captains, and the mighty men,and every bondman, and and free man,hid themselves in the dens and in the rock of the mountains;16.And said to the mountains and rocks,fall on us,and hide us from the face of him that sitteth on the throne,and from the wrath of the LAMB; 17. FOR THE GREAT DAY OF HIS WRATH IS COME; AND WHO SHALL BE ABLE TO STAND ? REV 20:11-12 And i saw a great white throne, and him that set on it,from whose face the earth and heaven fled away; and there was found no place for them.12.And i saw the dead,small and great,stand before GOD ;and the books were OPENED,and another BOOK was OPENED which is the BOOK OF LIFE;and the dead were judged out of those things which were written in the BOOK'S ,ACCORDING TO THERE WORKS.NOW that's the old with the NEW speaking to us today also.AGAIN you can not say the old dopes not speak to us all today here look BEHOLD GEN 3:23 Therefore the Lord God sent him forth from the garden of eden ,to till the ground from whence he was taken. LK 9:62 No man, haveing put his hand to the plough, and looking back,is fit for the kingdom of God.so we know that we must till the ground the dust GEN 3:19 in the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread,til thou return unto the ground; for out of it wast thou taken; for dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return.we are the EARTH THE GROUND AND DIRT.the word of GOD is the seed.we must sow the word of God plow and till the earth and ground. and only GOD can give THE increase the water the rain the dew of heaven and the SUN and light the DAY STAR MAL 4:1-6 FOR, behold ,the DAY cometh that shall burn as an OVEN; and all the proud, yea and all that do WICKEDLY, shall be as STUBBLE; and the DAY that cometh shall burn them up, saith the Lord of Host, that it shall leave them neither root nor branch.2. But unto you that FEAR MY NAME SHALL THE SUN OF RIGHTEOUSNESS ARISE WITH HEALING IN HIS WINGS;and ye shall goforth, and grow up as calves of the stall. 3.And ye shall TREAD DOWN THE WICKED ;for they shall be ASHES UNDER THE SOLES OF YOUR FEET in the DAY that i shall do this, SAITH THE LORD OF HOST. Remember ye the law of Moses my servant,which i commanded unto him in Horeb for all Israel, with the statutes and JUDGMENTS. 5.bEHOLD i WILL SEND YOU ELIJAH THE PROPHET before the coming of the GREAT AND DREADFUL DAY OF THE LORD; 6.And he shall turn the hearts of the fathers to the children, and the the hearts of the children to their, lest i come and SMITE the earth with a CURSE.ISA 4:4 When the Lord shall have washed away the filth of the daughters of Zion, and shall have PURGED THE BLOOD of JERUSALEM from the midst thereof by the SPIRIT OF JUDGMENT, and by the SPIRIT OF BURNING.AND all this is about the DAY one must be in the DAY to SEE the DAY and the light it comes by the DAY STAR CHRIST .2 PET 1:19 We have also a more sure word of prophecy; whereunto ye do well that ye take HEED ,AS UNTO A LIGHT that SHINETH IN A DARK PLACE, until the DAY STAR ARISE IN YOUR HEARTS;REV 7:14-17 And i said unto himn, sir, thou knowest. And he said to me, THESE are THEY which came out of great TRIBULATION, and have WASHED THERE ROBES, and made them WHITE in the BLOOD OF THE LAMB . 15. Therefore are they before the THRONE OF GOD, and serve him DAY AND NIGHT IN HIS TEMPLE; and he that SITTETH ON THE THRONE SHALL DWELL AMONG THEM.16. They shall hunger no more,neither thirst any more; neither shall the SUN LIGHT ON THEM, NOR ANY HEAT. 17. FOR THE lamb WHICH IS IN THE MIDST OF THE THRONE SHALL FEED THEM,and shall lead them unto LIVING FOUNTAINS OF WATERS; and God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes.REV 21 22-27 And I saw no temple therein; for the Lord God Almighty and the Lamb are the TEMPLE OF IT. 23. aND THE CITY HAD NO NEED OF THE sun, NEITHER OF THE moon, TO SHINE IN IT; for the GLORY OF GOD DID LIGHTEN IT. and the LAMB is the LIGHT THEREOF. 24. AND THE NATIONS which are SAVED shall walk in the LIGHT OF IT; and the kings of the earth do bring their glory and honour into it. 25. And the GATES of it shall not be shut at all by DAY; for there shall be no NIGHT THERE . 26. And they shall bring the glory and honour of the nations into it. 27. And there shall in no wise enter into it any thing that DEFILETH, neither whatsoever worketh ABOMINATION,or maketh a LIE; but they which are written in the LAMB'S BOOK OF LIFE.now as before i have said to you all i am a witness to the things have seen and heard by my eyes and ears i haven the keys to enter the kingdom as i please for i have the made the marriage of the lamb of god i haven made white the garment by the BLOOD OF THE LAMB OF GOD you can doubt ME ALL YOU WANT. but in my HOUSE ARE GREAT THINGS AND A GARDEN BEFORE ME AND IN IT IS THE TREE OF LIFE WHICH IS THE LAMB OF GOD I AM IN HIS DAY NOW AWAITING YOU ALL ONLY THOSE WHO HAVE THE KEYS CAN GO INTO THE KINGDOM AND SEE GOD FACE TO FACE REV 22. 3-4 AND there shall be no more CURES; but the THRONE OF GOD and of the LAMB shall be in it; and his SERVANTS shall serve him; 4. And they shall SEE HIS FACE; and his NAME shall be in their FORHEADS. 5. And there shall be no NIGHT THERE; and they need no CANDLE, neither LIGHT OF THE SUN; for the LORD GOD giveth THEM LIGHT AND THEY SHALL REIGH FOR EVER AND EVER. Amen and Amen as before i have witness to you all how that the lord sets upon his throne in my house and temple how about YOURS. I am not in the morning and the evening any more but ion the DAY AND HIS REST only those who still looking for him will with all they got will find him . and his light as if he be far from any ONE
Paul then stood up in the meeting of the Areopagus and said:
Men of Athens! I see that in every way you are very religious. For as I walked around and looked carefully at your objects of worship, I even found an altar with this inscription: TO AN UNKNOWN GOD. Now what you worship as something unknown I am going to proclaim to you.
The God who made the world and everything in it is the Lord of heaven and earth and does not live in temples built by hands. And he is not served by human hands, as if he needed anything, because he himself gives all men life and breath and everything else. From one man he made every nation of men, that they should inhabit the whole earth; and he determined the times set for them and the exact places where they should live.
God did this so that men would seek him and perhaps reach out for him and find him, though he is not far from each one of us. For in him we live and move and have our being. As some of your own poets have said, 'We are his offspring.
Therefore since we are Gods offspring, we should not think that the divine being is like gold or silver or stone -- an image made by mans design and skill.
In the past God overlooked such ignorance, but now he commands all people everywhere to repent. For he has set a day when he will judge the world with justice by the man he has appointed. He has given proof of this to all men by raising him from the dead.
Glad to be on board.....Just to set a little encouragement.."We are never a more beautiful display of God's splendor than when willing to empty self for the lives of others." :) Grace to you!
The late, great John Wooden had the quintessential quote on character: 'Be more concerned with your character than your reputation, because your character is what you really are, while your reputation is merely what others think you are.
17-year-old Brian Moore had only a short time to write something for a class.. The subject was what Heaven was like. 'I wowed 'em,' he later told his father, Bruce. 'It's a killer. It's the bomb. It's the best thing I ever wrote..' It also was the last.
Brian Moore died May 27, 1997, the day after Memorial Day. He was driving home from a friend's house when his car went off Bulen-Pierce Road in Pickaway County and struck a utility pole. He emerged from the wreck unharmed but stepped on a downed power line and was electrocuted.
The Moores framed a copy of Brian's essay and hung it among the family portraits in the living room.. 'I think God used him to make a point. I think we were meant to find it and make something out of it,' Mrs. Moore said of the essay. She and her husband want to share their son's vision of life after death. 'I'm happy for Brian. I know he's in heaven. I know I'll see him.'
Brian's Essay: The Room...
In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall covered with small index card files... They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endless in either direction, had very different headings.. As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read 'Girls I have liked.' I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one. And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was..
This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn't match. A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching.
A file named 'Friends' was next to one marked 'Friends I have betrayed.' The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird 'Books I Have Read,' 'Lies I Have Told,' 'Comfort I have Given,' 'Jokes I Have Laughed at ' Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: 'Things I've yelled at my brothers.' Others I couldn't laugh at: 'Things I Have Done in My Anger', 'Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents.' I never ceased to be surprised by the contents.
Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. Could it be possible that I had the time in my years to fill each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature.
When I pulled out the file marked 'TV Shows I have watched', I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn't found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of shows but more by the vast time I knew that file represented..
When I came to a file marked 'Lustful Thoughts,' I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content.
I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded. An almost animal rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!' In insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn't matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it.
Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh. And then I saw it.. The title bore 'People I Have Shared the Gospel With.' The handle was brighter than those around it,seemed newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand.
And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that they hurt. They started in my stomach and shook through me.. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key. But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him.
No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn't bear to watch His response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own. He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes. Why did He have to read every one? Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room.. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn't anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again. He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn't say a word. He just cried with me.
Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card. 'No!' I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say was 'No, no,' as I pulled the card from Him.. His name shouldn't be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so alive. The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood. He gently took the card back. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don't think I'll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side. He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, 'It is finished.' I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. There were still cards to be written.
'I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me. '-Phil. 4:13 'For God so loved the world that He gave His only son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life.' If you feel the same way forward it so the love of Jesus will touch their lives also. My 'People I shared the gospel with' file just got bigger, how about yours?
Ask Jesus to come into your heart.."For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son."that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life." BELIEVE
You don't have to share this with anybody, no one will know whether you did or not, but what do you feel in your heart?
The Wall
Men of Athens! I see that in every way you are very religious. For as I walked around and looked carefully at your objects of worship, I even found an altar with this inscription: TO AN UNKNOWN GOD. Now what you worship as something unknown I am going to proclaim to you.
The God who made the world and everything in it is the Lord of heaven and earth and does not live in temples built by hands. And he is not served by human hands, as if he needed anything, because he himself gives all men life and breath and everything else. From one man he made every nation of men, that they should inhabit the whole earth; and he determined the times set for them and the exact places where they should live.
God did this so that men would seek him and perhaps reach out for him and find him, though he is not far from each one of us. For in him we live and move and have our being. As some of your own poets have said, 'We are his offspring.
Therefore since we are Gods offspring, we should not think that the divine being is like gold or silver or stone -- an image made by mans design and skill.
In the past God overlooked such ignorance, but now he commands all people everywhere to repent. For he has set a day when he will judge the world with justice by the man he has appointed. He has given proof of this to all men by raising him from the dead.
17-year-old Brian Moore had only a short time to write something for a class.. The subject was what Heaven was like. 'I wowed 'em,' he later told his father, Bruce. 'It's a killer. It's the bomb. It's the best thing I ever wrote..' It also was the last.
Brian Moore died May 27, 1997, the day after Memorial Day. He was driving home from a friend's house when his car went off Bulen-Pierce Road in Pickaway County and struck a utility pole. He emerged from the wreck unharmed but stepped on a downed power line and was electrocuted.
The Moores framed a copy of Brian's essay and hung it among the family portraits in the living room.. 'I think God used him to make a point. I think we were meant to find it and make something out of it,' Mrs. Moore said of the essay. She and her husband want to share their son's vision of life after death. 'I'm happy for Brian. I know he's in heaven. I know I'll see him.'
Brian's Essay: The Room...
In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall covered with small index card files... They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endless in either direction, had very different headings.. As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read 'Girls I have liked.' I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one. And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was..
This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn't match. A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching.
A file named 'Friends' was next to one marked 'Friends I have betrayed.' The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird 'Books I Have Read,' 'Lies I Have Told,' 'Comfort I have Given,' 'Jokes I Have Laughed at ' Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: 'Things I've yelled at my brothers.' Others I couldn't laugh at: 'Things I Have Done in My Anger', 'Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents.' I never ceased to be surprised by the contents.
Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. Could it be possible that I had the time in my years to fill each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature.
When I pulled out the file marked 'TV Shows I have watched', I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn't found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of shows but more by the vast time I knew that file represented..
When I came to a file marked 'Lustful Thoughts,' I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content.
I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded. An almost animal rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!' In insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn't matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it.
Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh. And then I saw it.. The title bore 'People I Have Shared the Gospel With.' The handle was brighter than those around it,seemed newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand.
And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that they hurt. They started in my stomach and shook through me.. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key. But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him.
No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn't bear to watch His response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own. He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes. Why did He have to read every one? Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room.. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn't anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again. He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn't say a word. He just cried with me.
Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card. 'No!' I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say was 'No, no,' as I pulled the card from Him.. His name shouldn't be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so alive. The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood. He gently took the card back. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don't think I'll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side. He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, 'It is finished.' I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. There were still cards to be written.
'I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me. '-Phil. 4:13 'For God so loved the world that He gave His only son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life.' If you feel the same way forward it so the love of Jesus will touch their lives also. My 'People I shared the gospel with' file just got bigger, how about yours?
Ask Jesus to come into your heart.."For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son."that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life." BELIEVE
You don't have to share this with anybody, no one will know whether you did or not, but what do you feel in your heart?