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| I was thinking the other day and I came up with this illustration...
We are all just piles of wood, some big some small, but that's not important. Well, since we are wood, God is our fire. So, we are logs and God is the fire to which we burn.
Well, Satan is a bucket, and sin is what ever is in the bucket. No we come to a descision, is the sin going ot be water, or gas.
If it's gas, the fire will burn hotter, and with more intensity. And it might even start other fires and eventually there's a raging fire and all Satan has is a bucket.
Or, it can be water, and it can make you lose the fire, till eventually uoi are wet, soggy and altogether burnt out.
Life will give you choices to make, if you will let sin in, or keep it out., but rest assured on one fact. A log is never to wet for God to restart a fire, and he has planty of matches
"There is therefore now no condemnation to those who are in Christ Jesus ..." (Romans 8:1) | | |
| I've been thinking a lot about baptism lately and found out that a lot of new christians think that baptism is the end of all troubles in your life...EEEHHH! WRONG!
If anything, baptism is the time in your life when Satan is going to try to get you to fall the hardest because you are so built and one cheap shot and you are doubting everything.
I guess I really just wanted to share this thing I noticed was up in our church today. It said life with Jesus is like a boat trip and there will still be storms, but you boat won't sink.
I'm not writing this entry to discourage anyone who is ready to be baptised. Quite the opposite actually. I just wanted to get you ready for the trials ahead and know that if you are down and out you still have a friend, Jesus.
Acts 2:38 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. | | |
| Stop telling God how big your storm is.
Instead tell your storm how big your GOD is!
In Phoenix, Arizona, a 26-year-old mother stared
down at her 6 year old son, who was dying of
terminal leukemia. Although her heart was filled
with sadness, she also had a strong feeling of
determination. Like any parent, she wanted her
son to grow up and fulfill all his dreams Now
that was no longer possible..
The leukemia would see to that. But she still
wanted her son's dreams to come true. She took
her son's hand and asked, "Billy, did you ever
think about what you wanted to be once you grew
up? Did you ever dream and wish what you would do
with your life?"
Mommy, "I always wanted to be a fireman when I grew up."
Mom smiled back and said, "Let's see if we can
make your wish come true."
Later that day she went to her local fire
department in Phoenix, Arizona, where she met
Fireman Bob, who had a heart as big as Phoenix.
She explained her son's final wish and asked if
it might be possible to give her six-year-old son
a ride around the block on a fire engine.
Fireman Bob said, "Look, we can do better than
that. If you'll have your son ready at seven
o'clock Wednesday morning, we'll make him an
honorary fireman for the whole day. He can come
down to the fire station, eat with us, go out on
all the fire calls, the whole nine yards! And if
you'll give us ! his sizes, we'll get a real fire
uniform for him, with a real fire hat-not a toy
one-with the emblem of the Phoenix Fire
Department on it, a yellow slicker like we wear
and rubber boots. They're all manufactured right
here in Phoenix, so we can get them fast."
Three days later Fireman Bob picked up Billy,
dressed him in his fire uniform and escorted him
from his hospital bed to the waiting hook and
ladder truck. Billy got to sit on the back of the
truck and help steer it back to the fire station.
He was in heaven. There were three fire calls in
Phoenix that day and Billy got to go out on all
three calls. He rode in the different fire
engines, the paramedic's van, and even the fire chief's car.
He was also videotaped for the local news
program. Having his dream come true, with all the
love and attention that was lavished upon him, so
deeply touched Billy that he lived three months
longer than any doctor thought possible.
One night all of his vital signs began to drop
dramatically and the head nurse, who believed in
the hospice concept that no one should die alone,
began to call the family members to the hospital.
Then she remembered the day Billy had spent as a
fireman, so she called the Fire Chief and asked
if it would be possible to send a fireman in
uniform to the hospital to be with Billy as he
made his transition.
The chief replied, "We can do better than that.
We'll be there in five minutes.
Will you please do me a favor?
When you hear the sirens screaming and see the
lights flashing, will you announce over the PA
system that there is not a fire? It's just the
fire department coming to see one of its finest
members one more time.
And will you open the window to his room?
About five minutes later a hook and ladder truck
arrived at the hospital and extended its ladder
up to Billy's third floor open window
16 firefighters climbed up the ladder into
Billy's room.
With his mother's permission, they
hugged him and held him and told him how much
they loved him.
With his dying breath, Billy
looked up at the fire chief and said,
"Chief, am I really a fireman now?"
"Billy, you are, and the Head Chief, Jesus, is holding your hand,"
the chief said.
With those words, Billy smiled and said,
"I know, He's been holding my hand all day, and the angels have been singing.."
He closed his eyes one last time.
Thanks Rachel for sharing this email!! I loved the last part of this story...that Jesus is our Head Chief. Isn't that just the plain and simple truth. :) <3 | | |
| Hey everyone,
It's weird, isn't it, how the depression hits you when you least
expect it. How you suddenly remember how awesome camp is, and how much it
stinks that you're not there anymore. How you find yourself doing
something, and suddenly remember how it was ten times funner to do it
with your friends at camp. I felt kinda like that today, so I sat around,
looking through my old Senior week yearbooks, going through pictures,
checking out the holiness unleashed site. Something caught my eye on the
site, it was something Heidi wrote, about how she felt God through the
wind, and it reminded me of something.
It was at Senior Week this year, after a particularly emotional
campfire, and I went down to the prayerea, you know, the one on the prill
under the pree. It must have been God who led me there that night,
because all I wanted to do was sit alone by myself and do some thinking,
but when I got there, a group of people came down. I wont get into
specifics, but I will say that a lot of crying was done, a lot of
soul-searching. Everyone was feeling down, we were trying to feel God,
needing to be comforted. And then... I felt the wind blow. And the sun
shining down on me. It was the middle of the night, I knew that wasn't
sunshine I was feeling. Instantly the mood changed, we all looked around
the circle grinning stupidly at each other, silently asking if everyone
else had felt the same thing. And then we started some spontaneous
singing, an outburst of the sudden joy we felt. Man, I have never heard
singing like that in my whole life.
I remembered that, and I felt a hint of the same joy. And then I
realized something; sometimes, memories are enough to get us by. Every
once in a while when we're at the bottom, we have to remember what it
feels like to be at the top. I can never get angry at the wind for
throwing off my jump shot again.
Love you guys,
Cory
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| I was listening to the radio the other day, when I heard a song that made me smile. My best guess at the title is "Get right with the man" by Van Zant but there was a line in it that I thought was funny and oh so true. It said, "If you want to hear God laugh, tell him your plans."
I sat back and thought about it...then I realized that that was probably one of the few moments a country song taught me something:), but I also had sort of a wake up call. For a while now I've been worried because people have been asking me about college and work. Even though they are a couple years away for me, I was still kind of worried then I realized that it's not my decision to find those things, but my decision to follow God in those things.
Romans 8:28 "And we know that God causes everything to work together for the good of those who love God and are called according to his pupose for them."
Your only worry is letting God work through you, so don't stress about decisions that God should be making, just follow him where he might lead you.
God Bless,
T-Bizit. | | |
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