Friday, December 31, 2010
Thursday, December 30, 2010
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Saturday, December 25, 2010
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Monday, December 20, 2010
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Sunday, December 12, 2010
Saturday, December 11, 2010
I Will Offer Up My Life - Matt Redman
I will offer up my life in spirit and in truth,
Pouring out the oil of love as my worship to You,
In surrender I must give my every part,
Lord, receive this sacrifice of a broken heart.
Chorus:
Jesus, what can I give, what can I bring,
To so faithful a friend, to so loving a King,
Saviour, what can be said, what can be sung,
As a praise of Your name, for the things You have done.
Oh my words cannot tell, not even in part,
Of the debt of love that is owed by this thankful heart.
You deserve my every breath for You’ve paid the great cost,
Giving up Your life to death, even death on a cross.
You took all my shame away, there defeated my sin,
Opened up the gates of heaven and have beckoned me in.
Repeat Chorus
Bridge:
What can I give,
What can I bring,
What can I sing
As an offering, Lord.
King of Kings, Majesty - Jarrod Cooper
King of Kings, Majesty
God of Heaven living in me,
Gentle Saviour, closest Friend,
Strong Deliverer, beginning and end.
1st Chorus:
All within me falls at Your throne,
Your Majesty, I can but bow,
I lay my all before You now.
In royal robes, I don’t deserve.
I live to serve Your Majesty.
Earth and heaven worship You,
Love eternal, faithful and true,
Who bought the nations, ransomed souls,
Brought this sinner near to Your throne.
2nd Chorus
All within me cries out in praise!
Your Majesty, I can but bow,
I lay my all before You now.
In royal robes, I don’t deserve.
I live to serve Your Majesty.
Friday, December 10, 2010
Here Is Love, Vast As The Ocean - Robin Mark
Here Is Love Vast As The Ocean
Here is love vast as the ocean,
Loving kindness as a flood,
When the Prince of Life our ransom,
Shed for us His precious blood.
Who His love will not remember?
Who can cease to sing His praise?
He can never be forgotten,
Throughout heaven’s eternal days.
On the mount of crucifixion,
Fountains opened deep and wide,
Through the floodgates of God’s mercy,
Flowed a vast and gracious tide.
Grace and love like mighty rivers,
Poured incessant from above,
And heaven’s peace and perfect justice,
Kissed a guilty world in love.
Someone Is Praying For You - The Heritage Singers
Someone is praying for you
So when it seems you're all alone
Remember someone is praying for you
Is your ship tossed and battered
Don't lose hope someone's praying
And peace be still is already on the way
Someone is praying for you
So when it seems you're all alone
Remember someone is praying for you
When it seems that you've prayed 'til your strength is all gone,
And your tears fall like raindrops all the day long
He cares and He knows just how much you can bear
He'll speak your name to someone in prayer
Someone is praying for you
So when it seems you're all alone
Remember someone is praying for you
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Monday, December 6, 2010
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Father I Place Into Your Hands.
Father I Place Into Your Hand
Father I place into your hands the things that I can’t do,
Father I place into Your hands the times that I’ve been through,
Father I place into Your hands the way that I should go,
For I know I always can trust You.
Father I place into Your hands my friends and family,
Father I place into Your hands the things that trouble me,
Father I place into Your hands the person I would be,
For I know I always can trust You.
Father we love to seek Your face, we love to hear Your voice,
Father we love to sing Your praise and in Your name rejoice,
Father we love to walk with You and in Your Presence rest,
For we know we always can trust You.
Father I want to be with You and do the things You do,
Father I want to speak the words that You are speaking too,
Father I want to love the ones that You will draw to You,
For I know that I am one with You. (x3)
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Friday, December 3, 2010
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
When Its All Been Said And Done - Robin Mark
When it’s all been said and done,
There is just one thing that matters,
Did I do my best to live for truth?
Did I live my life for You?
When it’s all been said and done,
All my treasures will mean nothing,
Only what I’ve done for love’s reward,
Will stand the test of time.
Lord Your mercy is so great,
That You look beyond our weakness,
And find purest gold in miry clay,
Making sinners into saints.
I will always sing Your praise,
Here on earth and ever after,
For You’ve shown me heaven’s my true home,
When it’s all been said and done,
You’re my life when life is gone.
There is just one thing that matters,
Did I do my best to live for truth?
Did I live my life for You?
Lord I’ll live my life for You.
Monday, November 29, 2010
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Friday, November 26, 2010
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
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Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Monday, November 15, 2010
The Blood Of Jesus
at her heart.
She responded to God's call and accepted Jesus as her Lord and Savior.
The young woman had a very rough past, involving alcohol, drugs, and prostitution.
But, the change in her was evident. As time went on she became a faithful member of the church.
She eventually became involved in the ministry,
teaching young children.
It was not very long until this faithful young woman
had caught the eye and heart of the pastor's son.
The relationship grew and they began to make wedding plans.
This is when the problems began.
You see, about one half of the church did not think that a woman with a past such as hers was suitable for a pastor's son.
The church began to argue and fight about the matter.
So they decided to have a meeting.
As the people made their arguments and tensions increased,
the meeting was getting completely out of hand..
The young woman became very upset about all the things
being brought up about her past.
As she began to cry the pastor's son stood to speak.
He could not bear the pain it was causing his wife to be.
He began to speak and his statement was this:
"My fiancee's past is not what is on trial here.
What you are questioning is the ability of the blood of Jesus to wash away sin.
Today you have put the blood of Jesus on trial.
So, does it wash away sin or not?"
The whole church began to weep as they realized that they had been slandering the blood of the Lord Jesus Christ.
Too often, even as Christians, we bring up the past and use it as a weapon against our brothers and sisters.
Forgiveness is a very foundational part of the Gospel
of our Lord Jesus Christ.
If the blood of Jesus does not cleanse the other person completely then it cannot cleanse us completely.
If that is the case, then we are all in a lot of trouble.
What can wash away my sins?
Nothing but the blood of Jesus! End of case!!!!
"Cast thy burden upon the Lord, and he shall sustain thee he shall never suffer the righteous to be moved."
Psalm 55:23
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Friday, November 12, 2010
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
The Pastor's Son
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 rain.
The boy bundled up in his warmest and driest clothes and said, 'OK, 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 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 are the tracts, be careful son.'
'Thanks Dad!'
And with that, he was off and out into the rain. This eleven 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 two 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, but still no one answered. He waited but still no answer.
Finally, this eleven 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. He waited, 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 * and 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 2nd of the following Sunday morning in church Pastor Dad was in the pulpit. As the service began, he asked, 'Does anybody have 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, 'No one in this church knows me. I've never been here before. You see, before last Sunday I was not a Christian. My husband 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 that I came to the end of the line where I no longer had any hope or will to live.
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 broken-hearted 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, for 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!
The words that came from his mouth caused my heart that had long been dead, TO LEAP TO LIFE as he exclaimed with a cherub-like voice, '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 any more.
You see-- -I am now a Happy Child of the KING. 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 was not a dry eye in the church. And as shouts of praise and honour 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 his son 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 & honour for his son... Except for One.
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
The Hunchback And The Chapati
A woman baked chapati for members of her family everyday and an extra one for a hungry passerby. She kept the extra chapati on the window-sill, for whosoever would take it away. Everyday, a hunchback came and took away the chapati. Instead of expressing gratitude, he muttered the following words as he went his way: "The evil you do remains with you. The good you do, comes back to you!" This went on, day after day.
Everyday, the hunch-back came, picked up the chapati and uttered the words: "The evil you do, remains with you. The good you do, comes back to you!"
The woman felt irritated. "Not a word of gratitude," she said to herself...
"Everyday this hunchback utters this jingle! What does he mean? "
One day, exasperated, she decided to do away with him. "I shall get rid of this hunchback," she said. And what did she do? She added poison to the chapati she prepared for him! As she was about to keep it on the window sill, her hands trembled. "What is this I am doing?" she said.
Immediately, she threw the chapati into the fire, prepared another one and kept it on the window- sill. As usual, the hunchback came, picked up the chapati and muttered the words: "The evil you do, remains with you. The good you do, comes back to you!" The hunchback proceeded on his way, blissfully unaware of the war raging in the mind of the woman.
Everyday, as the woman placed the chapati on the window-sill, she offered a prayer for her son who had gone to a distant place to seek his fortune. For many months, she had no news of him. She prayed for his safe return.
That evening, there was a knock on the door. As she opened it, she was surprised to find her son standing in the doorway. He had grown thin and lean. His garments were tattered and torn. He was hungry, starved and weak. When he saw his mother, he said, "Mom, it's a miracle I'm here. While I was but a mile away, I was so famished that I collapsed. I would have died, but just then an old hunchback passed by. I begged of him for a morsel of food, and he was kind enough to give me a whole chapati. As he gave it to me, he said, "This is what I eat everyday. Today, I shall give it to you, for your need is greater than mine!" " When the mother heard those words, her face turned pale.
She leaned against the door for support. She remembered the poisoned chapati that she had made that morning. Had she not thrown it into the fire, it would have been eaten by her own son, and he would have lost his life! It was then that she realized the significance of the words:
"The evil you do remains with you. The good you do, comes back to you!"
Do good and don't ever stop doing good, even if it's not
appreciated at the time.
If you like this, share it with others and I bet you so many lives would be affected.
May yours be truly transformed as well. Blessed day to you!