Saturday, September 19, 2009

God Time with Juliana


Yesterday I received the blessing and great privilege to visit with the Lord with my daughter. She had come to me a few nights back and asked if she could get up with me and have her quiet time with me.

On Friday morning, we rode out to the river just below the dam (my favorite spot in the County). We stood on the river's edge and talked with the Creator of the Universe. We kept our eyes open, looking around at all the beauty that God has provided through nature--the living water, the swaying trees, the wood ducks, the geese, a crane, a slight breeze and finally, as Juliana was praying, my eyes were fixed on her.

Tears welled in my eyes as big as raindrops before they fell from my cheeks as I watched my used-to-be little girl praising her Saviour at my side. I find it so easy to pour my heart out to God there and as I found out, so does Juliana. Thank you God for a moment that I will always cherish.

Friday, August 28, 2009

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Christians Killed by Muslims

Please pray for the Truth to infiltrate the Muslim Community--not so Christians may not die but so Muslims may live (in Christ). Click on the following link:

http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,536238,00.html?test=latestnews

Monday, August 3, 2009

I was gonna burn in hell . . .

"I was gonna burn in hell and you were gonna let me." This is the quote I used over and over, after I committed my life to Christ, to church-going, closed-mouthed, professing Christians that rubbed shoulders with me while I was living like and running with the devil. I might not have listened or believed if someone had told me the Truth--about Jesus--but at least I would have thought that they cared about me enough to go out of their way and risk their friendship with me here on earth for a possibility of friendship with me for eternity (if I committed my life to Christ). Listen to athiest Penn (from Penn and Teller) say the same exact thing.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7JHS8adO3hM
Do we really love our neighbor as ourself? How many people know what you believe about Christ whom you have not shared? What is that saying to them? Do they think you love them? We know that they will die and burn in hell and we are gonna let them. SHAMEFUL. God forgive us. Thanks for sharing this with me Van!

Sunday, August 2, 2009

Jesus is the ONLY WAY

Islam could very well be THE World Religion without raising a sword. We must begin witnessing to Muslims even though it might mean losing our heads. We must begin multiplying as God expects. As arrows are in the hand of a mighty man; so are children ofthe youth. happy is the man that hath his quiver full of them: they shall not be ashamed, but they speak with the enemies in the gate (Psalm 127:4-5). We must raise our arrows. The Apostle Paul preached, largely, by using fear. I am not Post-Modern. I am not tolerant. Tolerant people are not tolerant of intolerant people. Therefore there is no such thing as tolerance! Jesus said "I am the Way, the Truth and the Life. No one comes to the Father except through Me."Jesus was not tolerant. No one can say that they follow the teachings of Jesus and be coherent unless they believe that He is the Messiah because He said He is the Messiah. He is either a liar (because he said He was Messiah), a lunatic (because he said He was Messiah) or the Messiah (because He IS Messiah). He cannot be your Saviour . . . He will not be your Saviour... unless He is your Lord. You cannot divorce the two. He will not be your Lord without saving you and He will not save you without being your Lord. Christian means a "follower of Christ." Are you following Him? If you say you follow His teachings...have you ever read the entire Bible? You might be surprised. "If you love me, keep My commandments"(Jesus Christ). I challenge you to read the Gospel of John. Please watch the following video. It may just be the most important seven minutes of the rest of your life. Please click the following link.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6-3X5hIFXYU

Sunday, July 12, 2009

The Lamb and My Boy


About five years ago my sister sent me a book that I could read to my kids. The Lamb, written by John Cross. clearly and simply tells the gospel of Jesus Christ. I read this book to Juliana when she was five and she began to understand the ultimate sacrifice that Christ paid for those who would give their life for Him.
Last week, I sat down with my six year old boy, Holt, and read a couple of chapters a night until we finished the book. In the first few chapters, Cross discusses that God made everything and he then moves to the attributes of God and then on to when Satan rebelled and was cast out of heaven. Holt listened intently and asked, "if God made everything, then why did he make Satan?" Even with my Masters in Divinity degree . . . uh oh . . . "let's move on Holt," I told him. Holt has always been one to give great analogies. He said "well, it was probably like Star Wars. Darth Vadar used to be on the good side with Luke and Yoda and then he went over to the Dark Side." I agreed and said "yes Holt, Satan switched sides and became an enemy of God."
We moved on and when we got the part about sin, Holt got up and began walking out of the living room letting me know he would be back in a minute. I asked him where he was going, bewildered, because we were right in the middle of the chapter. He emphatically and frustratedly said "I'll be right back." He appeared about two minutes later with his little fists balled up by his side. He stood before me . . . I was on the floor . . . and said "Daddy, you know how sometimes you take money out of your pockets and put it on the kitchen counter beside your wallet? Well, I stole some of it a couple of times and I don't know exactly how much I took but I thought this would be a fair amount" as he opened up his liitle fists and sheepishly handed over some coins. I was shocked! Not that he had stolen . . . well, actually I was shocked (he is such a good boy, as far as good boys go). I was shocked that he was getting it! He was beginning to see his sin problem. He realized that he was a sinner. He was beginning to see his need for rescue! He had been eaten up with guilt and now he was confessing and asking for forgiveness--undeserved grace and undeserved mercy! I took him in my arms and hugged him tight and and told him that I forgave him and that God is a Father too who forgives us when we sin if we will confess. He admitted that he thought he would feel worse if he told me but that he actually felt much better. God is like that isn"t He?

More analogies began to fly out of my little man like "Jesus is like Aslan (from Narnia) isn't he?" and on and on as his little mind began to wrap around the theological doctrines of God and grace and sin and love and . . .