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The Question

When I first saw Your face!

I came over with an amazing grace.

I felt your love abound in me,

with heavenly angels all around

once!

But now I feel You left me behind!

An I just another man gone blind?

 You have made a lame man walk

and a blind man see.

     But why, not for me?

If faith ‘is’ the key then death is the door.

But when You open death’s door

will there be any more?

The ONLY Question truly is,

DO You really exist?

Or are You just a theory,

like those evolutionist’s?

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The Necktie of Purpose: A poem

Here is a poem I think you find that stretches  you out a wee bit!

LUKEWARM!

Abba, I fear

I am growing lukewarm,

many a passing are the years,

many men have been warned,

why do so many act as if they cannot hear?

I have lost heart!

I no longer desire to pray

for men who wish to live a life apart,

I no longer wish to cry out night and day.

I feel as tho I am alone

for lukewarm I have grown,

Yahweh’s rebuke I do fear

the rod that chastens is drawing near,

with the passing of the many years.

Yes, I am sure lukewarm I have grown

in sackcloth and ashes on my face

bent over to the ground in this place

as I feel so all alone.

Has my heart turned to stone?

Lukewarm is my sin I make it known,

Lukewarm I am spat out on the ground

hell’s angels now dance around.

For I have been the most complacent of fools

complying with the world’s woos.

My lukewarm heart I cast at Yeshua’s feet

prostrate I wait for Abba to speak.

I have had a hard time deciding what to do with this post for I was thinking it was incomplete. A friend and sister in Christ was nearly at the same time writing a post on this subject and I have found it helps complete this poem. So please take the time to read it here is the link: http://wordscroll.org/2013/04/25/come-back-quickly/

ABYSS!

an immeasurable depth

an unimaginable divide

an un-payable debt

an unmendable disrepair

an unthinkable disgrace

an unescapable dilemma

an  unforeseeable darkness

 Abyss!

the seven sealed seals upon the scroll

who is worthy to open the scroll?

who is worthy to break the seals?

the scroll, the title-deed

 to my soul.

 ransoms to be redeemed

a required payment

 tariffs to collect

 charges assembled

 duties imposed

account overdraft

bankrupt

 Abyss!

the seven sealed seals upon the scroll

who is worthy to open the scroll?

who is worthy to break the seals?

the scroll, the title-deed

to my soul.

behold the right hand of

I AM upon the Throne

the scroll, the title-deed

to my soul.

a strong angel loudly proclaims

who is worthy to open the scroll?

who is worthy to break the seals?

the scroll, the title-deed

to my soul.

can one be found in heaven?

can one be found on earth?

can one be found under the earth?

none can be found

that can take the scroll

the title-deed to my soul!

bitterly I weep!

Abyss!

The Lion of the tribe of Judah

In the midst of the Throne

 the four living creatures

in the midst of the elders

stood the Lamb that had been Slain

when He came He did not take

the scroll, the title-deed to my soul

from the right hand of

I AM who sat on the throne.

prostrate I bowed at the feet of

 the Lamb that had been Slain.

woefully I proclaimed You are

Yeshua Messiah

Lord of Lords

King of Kings!

I pleaded Lord, Lord

did I not speak inspiration

did I not heal

did I not perform many wonders

in your Name?

Please take the scroll, the title-deed

to my soul!

save me from

Abyss!

the Lamb that was Slain spoke:

you never surrendered your heart

you never surrendered your will

you never repented your sin

I never knew you

depart from Me you evil servant.

the scroll with the seven seals, the title-deed

to my soul

was handed over to the strong dark angel

 tossed into a

  lake of fire

forever torment

 unquenchable thirst

unstoppable agony

everlasting torture

unending anguish

eternal misery

the seven sealed seals upon the scroll

the scroll, the title-deed

to my soul

over the Lamb that was Slain

I stepped forever into

Abyss!

Just Checking In

 

Another Guest Post from My Aunt! I’m not sure if she is the author or not for she has not told me. I do know she writes a lot of poetry of course she is much better than I. Hope you enjoy! 

“JUST CHECKING IN” 
A minister passing through his church
In the middle of the day,
Decided to pause by the altar
And see who had come to pray.
Just then the back door opened,
A man came down the aisle,
The minister frowned as he saw
The man hadn’t shaved in a while. 
His shirt was kinda shabby
And his coat was worn and frayed,
The man knelt, he bowed his head,
Then rose and walked away.
In the days that followed,
Each noon time came this chap,
Each time he knelt just for a moment,
A lunch pail in his lap.Well, the minister’s suspicions grew,
With robbery a main fear,
He decided to stop the man and ask him,
‘What are you doing here?’The old man said, he worked down the road.
Lunch was half an hour
Lunchtime was his prayer time,
For finding strength and power.

 ‘I stay only moments, see,
Because the factory is so far away;
As I kneel here talking to the Lord,
This is kinda

 what I say: ‘I JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL YOU, LORD,
HOW HAPPY I’VE BEEN, SINCE WE FOUND EACH OTHER’S FRIENDSHIP AND YOU TOOK AWAY MY SIN. DON’T KNOW MUCH OF HOW TO PRAY, BUT I THINK ABOUT YOU EVERYDAY.
SO, JESUS, THIS IS JIM CHECKING IN TODAY.’

The minister feeling foolish,
Told Jim, that was fine.
He told the man he was welcome
To come and pray just anytime

Time to go, Jim smiled, said ‘Thanks.’
He hurried to the door.
The minister knelt at the altar,
He’d never done it before.

His cold heart melted, warmed with love,
And met with Jesus there.
As the tears flowed, in his heart,
He repeated old Jim’s prayer:

‘I JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL YOU, LORD,
HOW HAPPY I’VE BEEN, SINCE WE FOUND EACH OTHER’S FRIENDSHIP AND YOU TOOK AWAY MY SIN. I DON’T KNOW MUCH OF HOW TO PRAY, BUT I THINK ABOUT YOU EVERYDAY.


SO, JESUS, THIS IS ME CHECKING IN TODAY.’ 
Past noon one day, the minister noticed
That old Jim hadn’t come.
As more days passed without Jim,
He began to worry some.

At the factory, he asked about him,
Learning he was ill.

 
The hospital staff was worried,
But he’d given them a thrill.
The week that Jim was with them,
Brought changes in the ward.
His smiles, a joy contagious.
Changed people, were his reward.

The head nurse couldn’t understand
Why Jim was so glad,
When no flowers, calls or cards came,


Not a visitor he had.
The minister stayed by his bed,
He voiced the nurse’s concern:
No friends came to show they cared.
He had nowhere to turn.

Looking surprised, old Jim spoke
Up and with a winsome smile;
‘the nurse is wrong, she couldn’t know,
That he’s in here all the while

 Everyday at noon He’s here,
A dear friend of mine, you see,
He sits right down, takes my hand,
Leans over and says to me:



‘I JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL YOU, JIM,
HOW HAPPY I HAVE BEEN, SINCE WE FOUND THIS FRIENDSHIP, AND I TOOK AWAY YOUR SIN.
 
ALWAYS LOVE TO HEAR YOU PRAY,

I THINK ABOUT YOU EACH DAY, AND SO JIM, THIS IS JESUS CHECKING IN TODAY.’
 
If this blesses you, pass it on. Many people will walk in and out of your life, but only true friends will leave footprints in your heart 
May God hold you in the palm of His hand
And Angels watch over you.

Please pass this page on to your friends & loved ones. If you aren’t ashamed. Jesus said,

 
‘ If you are ashamed of me,’ I will be ashamed

Of you before my Father.’

So, FRIEND, this is ME … Just Checking In Today.

Giving Baby Jesus for Christmas

I do the job as an electrician at a very large health care facility, over 900 hundred acres and twenty-seven buildings.  The facility cares for people who are brain injured, spinal injured, and/or have behavioral problems. In 2oo8 a young women came to our facility who has AIDS and Hepatitis. She was very angry, violent, and protected herself with projectile vomiting fits. This young woman is a life destroyed by the world and has a death sentence pronounced upon her soul. A young soul that knew nothing of Jesus except when expressed in a profane cruse of fear or anger. A soul waiting for time to end and be cast into Hell’s Pit. She is one of the least, one of the un-reached, unchurched, one that world has cast aside and forgotten. 

How can anyone break through her harden stone wall?

How Jesus How?

Who, Jesus will you use to reach out to this lost lamb?

The world had taught this young woman there is on such thing as love. The world taught this little one, no one cares and Satan has convinced her most of all God doesn’t even care to know her name. Sex, drugs and evil has taken her life and smashed it to pieces. All this broken vessel has to look forward to is death and then her judgment. So she was warehoused where I work to die alone where no one cares. 

My heart grew very heavy for this lost lamb for I too had been beaten down by sin, but that is another story for another day. So for her soul I would go before the Lord night and day to cry, “Use me my God to break through hell’s stronghold on this life. Use me to crack the walls of this torture chamber that surrounds this young woman. Use me to help this lost lamb find its way into Your arms.”

My weapons would be kindness and a caring interest for this battle. I volunteered for every repair that came up in her cabin. A cabin where she was locked away from everyone but two staff women. The staff was in fear of her, everyone was in fear of catching her disease, she was the walking dead. The battle lines were drawn for a fight to the death for one lost soul.

Why volunteer in such a dismal place? Maybe I could speak some words of love or show a small act of love, God’s love. I would ask all about her, how she was doing; make small talk, maybe she could see someone just might be caring.

One day this fearful lamb said to me, “you know James I’m dying.”

I replied with the truth, “I know, but you don’t have to die alone. You no longer have to live the rest of your days in fear of dying.” She could not even ask how, the question was written on her face. I went on, “Jesus loves you more than anything you can dream of; He died for you, and rose from the dead, so you no longer have to fear what is coming next. Jesus wants to take you in his arms right now, love you, and never let you go. Guess what? Purple, you will never be alone again.”

Her staff did not like where our conversation was going and put an end to it. I guess I don’t live in the United States any more where we had Freedom of Religion or Freedom of Speech. Yet I did manage to swing the sword of the Spirit, the wall cracked a small bit, in which a seed was planted. 

I learned at this time she had no idea who Jesus was and the mystery of the Gospel was a mystery. Mercy, grace, and faith were just words with an unreal meaning to her. All those churchly sayings we use around other Christians are useless. Washed in the blood, got saved, redeemed by the lamb, born again, and even sin was just a foreign language to this blind and death sinner. A true caring interest, kindness and much prayer weapons of war for what was going to be a very long fight.

Months went by, conversation after conversation; I watered the seed hoping for something. I was hoping for the seed to sprout. I was hoping that someone else would come alone side and explain Jesus in a better way than I. No one came. I was hoping that some man would join with me in a Prayer of One Accord no other man had the time. No other man wanted to stand with me for a fight to the death for this lost soul. Matthew 17:21, “However, this kind does not go out except by much prayer and fasting.”

I cannot use this young woman’s name in my writing this because of privacy act laws. I will start calling her Purple for I can see my Jesus adorning her in Purple someday. She is going to be a child of the King.

A few weeks before Christmas 2009 Purple ask me if I could get her some gum for Christmas. “Yes Purple,” I said “You can be sure you shall have your wish.”That night I told my wife what Purple had asked me to get her for Christmas because I would forget.

One night when my wife and I were at the Wal-Mart, she gently reminded me of my Christmas shopping. We picked up a large pack of gum and a nice gift bag. The gift bag was not my idea I don’t think like that. About a day or two before Christmas I placed the gum in the bag.

My wife said, “Please let me help you with that.” She got some tissue paper the kind you don’t use on your backside. You know most men don’t do pretty well, or they just play dumb at it. My excuse is I’m A.A.D. and my mind just moves on and on. 

“We have this book” my wife said. “Do think Purple would like it?” asking she went on, “It’s called “The Real Story of Christmas” What do you think?”

“HU!” I replied, “I think so. Sounds good to me?” Boy that bag of gum sure was getting bigger and prettier.

Have you ever noticed how at times your wife’s voice sounds just like the Holy Spirit? Wow! That sounds like something fun I would like to write about!! 

“Yes,” I went on to tell her, “Purple is not permitted to watch T.V. or listen to music, but she is permitted to read. She is kept inside by her prison guards and has very little contact with anyone.” The gift looked real good when my wife was done with it, for she had put Baby Jesus inside.

The day before Christmas my wife said, “Don’t forget Purple’s present.” Oh yes it was that voice again.  my wife is never awake when I leave for work, almost never. I’m almost never awake when I leave for work either. Not much of a chance of me remembering the package without help. Purple was asleep in a chair when I delivered her present that day. I just set it beside her on the floor and left, I felt a bit like Santa. I did get in a small amount of trouble for giving Purple that book a few days later. Purple’s reading material was to be censored by her case manager. They didn’t want to give her any false hopes. I guess;” The Night Before Christmas” would have been more appropriate. 

In January 2010 my boss took off to go hunting in another state he left me in charge of the maintenance department. No boss for a week this should be easy. By the end of that week Florida was having a record-breaking cold spell. Things began breaking all over the place at work. Busted water pipes, heater failures, cabins to cold, power outages, and generators not wanting to start were just some of the problems needing to be addressed. Friday of that week was to be the coldest night of them all I worked late into the night. It was so cold that the snow birds were saying they were going back north to get warm. Saturday I was called back to work at 4:00am for a host of problems. One by one I took them on and found solutions for them all by 8:30am. I then went to the main kitchen to get some left over breakfast. As I eating a thought came to mind that I should go building by building to make sure everything is ok before I returned home for some rest. When I came to Purple’s cabin and went in I found it to be warm and comfortable. I ask if there were any problems. I ask Purple how she was doing?

“James that book you gave me, I don’t get it!” Purple exclaimed.

I did not want to take the time to get into explaining that, I was in a hurry to get done and go home. My body was screaming for sleep and I didn’t want to talk right then. Before the first words came out of mouth to make an excuse, to get out of there:

I heard a soft gentle voice tug at my heart, “Why are you in a hurry? I placed you here to be in charge today.”

I lowered myself to the floor so I would be looking up at Purple . I began to tell her the old, old story of Jesus and how He loves us. Of how God loves us so much and wants to have a relationship with us but we all are sinners. God is perfect and Holy, He is the one and only God, creator of all things. God can’t look at sin without judging sin. So God can’t have a relationship with us because we are all sinners and He would have to judge us and punish us if He looked at us. So God became man to take the blame for our sin and receive our penalty of death for our sin. The words just came flowing out in a way I never heard myself speak before. No wandering from subject to subject as I normally do. I cannot even remember all I said that day. At some point Purple said something like, so that is why there is a Christmas, but I still don’t get it. I may have said nor do I, but all you have to do is believe. At some point that cold bitter morning a little lost lamb became found.

I felt very drained and God began to comfort me after I left Purple’s cabin that cold but beautiful morning. The Holy Spirit began to show me and remind me of all the little details He was in control of, like the cold. All of those little details of how He brought me into Purple’s life. The miracles He worked in my life, just to bring me from California to Florida. Of how He controlled my life preparing new places of employment all I had to do was say yes. I have never had to go looking for work the jobs always came looking for me. The details and miracles are so many I could fill thousands of books and that is just the ones I know about. He showed me all the people’s lives I have touched along the way and forgotten. I was so amazed that God would use a vile sinner such as I for this a very important mission.

This how one Christmas not so long ago I got to give away Baby Jesus. I still see Purple from day-to-day and shall again this Christmas She is growing  in Christ her health has improved and she is at peace with God.  

From Purple to all, “Merry Christmas and God Bless each and every one of you just as He has Bless me!”

James says AMEN!!

                    

VISITORS!

VISITORS

In my post “A Son Off the Edge” I wrote about a visitor I had when I was in the ICU, I called her a nurse. My wife had never heard this story before till she read it before I posted it and she said the nurse was an angel.

Anthony Baker commented with his story about a visitor he had when he was in an ER for some repair work. I ask him if it might have been the same nurse? I will post both stories and ask you to please comment on what you think? I would also like for everyone who has a similar story to please add it to this post. If you know of someone who has a similar story please send them here to add their story.

Thank-you!

James’ story,

A day or so later I was awaken in ICU by a nurse. I could not make out her features for my eyes could not focus yet. She was soft-spoken and gentle for she came to bathe me. She was dressed in white and had a bit of a glow to her and the words she spoke I shall never forget. To this day I have never told anyone about what she said to me, for some unknown reason, I shall today.

As she washed away all the dried blood and dirt these are Her words, “God wants you know He still loves you. He said to tell you He is going to take back what is His. He wants to heal you right now, He will put your toes back on. He will stop the pain and you can get up right now and walk out of here. All you have to do is love Him. But you are not going to do that He said for you are a strong-willed one and a fighter. You will walk and run again and your body will be as strong as it has ever been. God is going to let you lose everything even the way you think. For you will no longer be able to think and solve the problems in the manner you do now. Your body is going to know pain all the days of your life.” She left the room and I have never seen or heard of her again. Every word of what she said to me came true.

Anthony’s story,

When I was laying (lying?) on a stainless steel emergency room table having my face sewn back on after inhaling the horn of a flipped-over ’67 fastback Mustang, a “nurse” whom I could not see stayed with me and held my hand. No one remembered her being there but me.

I have to add a little to that story, James. I was so messed up that my mother, a career medical professional, could not stay in the room with me – her own son. I hurt so badly because the nerve damage wouldn’t permit any pain-killing shots to work – everything just drained down my throat, while I felt every stitch. My face was so swollen I couldn’t see a thing.

Then this “person” came up beside me (“I’ll send a Comforter”), spoke with a female voice (because I am sure a male voice wouldn’t have been as comforting), and said, “Whenever it hurts, just squeeze my hand. I’ll stay here with you.” James, I was a martial artist who could break boards with those hands. I must have squeezed hard enough to break every bone in “her” hand. Yet, I was never alone. Praise God, I was never alone.

Later, I wanted to find this “nurse,” or whatever. Somebody said that they think they saw a candystriper (volunteer) that day, but they weren’t sure. Nobody knew who it was that held my hand. Now seriously, James. This was a major hospital ER. Nobody just walks in without anybody having a clue who the person is.

Yes, God blessed us.

Anthony

A Son Off the Edge

A Son Off the Edge

On April 20, 1987 I was one of the best in my field, that morning at 6:05 AM was the end to a beginning. On the outside I looked like I had it all together, but I was a mess. I had a house, wife, two children, dog, cars and a motorcycle. The problem was I smoked pot, and drank. I hid it from the world outside of my home. I had a father that prayed for me for 30 years for the Lord to keep me safe and make me prosper. That is what the Lord did, because He loved my Dad so much. As a result I would fall deeper and deeper into sin the more I prospered. The problem was I was creating a path of destruction as ugly and wide as a category 5 hurricane. But one day Dad changed his prayer; “Lord do whatever it takes to break my son. Take everything he has, break his body do whatever it takes to bring him to You. Jesus please do not let my son lose his life without falling in love with You.”

April 20, 1987, 6:05 AM I was sitting on my motorcycle in the middle of an intersection waiting for it to clear to make a left turn. I watched a car blow through the stop aimed at my left side. I could have gotten out-of-the-way but there was no place to escape to. The car smashed into me on my left side. The force of the collision propelled me off my bike like a pool ball and I impacted head first into the windshield of that car cracking my helmet and embedding it with glass. I watched my bike shoot down the road on its side another 300 yards and smash into the back of a second car. I rolled off the hood of the car and bounced along the pavement and came to a rest on my back. I started to try to get up but someone grabbed me by the helmet and held me down saying, “You are hurt bad don’t move.” That is when the first wave of pain registered in my mind my body went into shock. I watched myself as my breathing stopped and all the pain disappeared.

My dad was driving my grandmother somewhere at the time of my bike wreck some 1600 miles away. The Holy Spirit came upon my dad and told him I was in trouble, so he pulled the car over. He stopped the car and he and my grandmother began to pray that prayer in one accord for me.

My accident took place less than a quarter of a mile from a fire station that had paramedics. It took the paramedics less than two minutes to arrive at the scene. I was dressed in full leathers and I watched them cut them off along with every other piece of clothing I had on. I watched as they said he has no heart beat. I watched as they put the paddles to me and shocked me back to their world. The pain was so intense I wanted to escape it and I did by giving up. The paramedics did not give up they hit me two more times with the paddles and got me stabilized for transport to the hospital. Every time the paramedics would hit me with the paddles I would come back to a full awake state and these men would ask me questions, dumb questions. Like do you know where you are? What is your name? Do you know what time it is? I could see a very large clock, so I told them the time and it was right which amazed them. What I did not tell them every time I was out I heard a voice say, “It is not your time go back.” There is so much more that happened on the road that day but I am leaving it out, for it would not change the outcome. To this day I remember every little detail that happened on that road April 20, 1987, at 6:05 to 7:12AM.

April 20, 1987, 7:23AM I arrived at the hospital.

Now the hospital they took me to was one of the best trauma wards in the nation. The things that they do to a person there is like something out of a horror movie. People hiding behind mask, surgical gowns, and rubber gloves all touching, poking, and sticking things into you. Asking where does it hurt or does that hurt? Do you know where you are? How many fingers? What time is it? These masked masters of torment enjoyed placing tubes in anyplace they found an opening if no opening was to be found they made one. At some point they grew weary of the torture they were inflecting and gave me some drugs for pain. The drugs had little effect on the pain the clock faded away, and the examination continued with x-rays cat-scans, and anything else they could come up with. The short list of damage is: crushed left foot, of which they would remove my little toe and most of the next one, all the bones between my ankle and toes had compound fractures and some crushing, twisted left knee, three broken ribs on my left side, sprained and bruised left elbow, bruised kidney, concussion, and a compressed fracture of one of my vertebra in my back.

They had to keep me awake because of the concussion but also I was going to need surgery on my foot. As for my back that surgeon said he was not going to operate on my back. Because everything had fallen into place and he could not have put it in place any better. What he was going to do is have a special brace made to keep my back from moving. Later that day I did go into surgery for my foot. I have no idea how long I was in surgery, for they were going to put many miles of stitches in it, rebuild it, and place a cast upon it, minus some parts.

A day or so later I was awaken in ICU by a nurse. I could not make out her features for my eyes had not learn to focus yet. She was soft-spoken and gentle for she came to bathe me. She was dressed in white and had a bit of a glow to her and the words she spoke I shall never forget. To this day I have never told anyone about what she said to me, for some unknown reason, I shall today.

As she washed away all the dried blood and dirt these are Her words, “God wants you know He still loves you. He said to tell you He is going to take back what is His. He wants to heal you right now, He will put your toes back on. He will stop the pain and you can get up right now and walk out of here. All you have to do is love Him. But you are not going to do that He said for you are a strong-willed one and a fighter. You will walk and run again and your body will be as strong as it has ever been. God is going to let you lose everything even the way you think. For you will no longer be able to think and solve the problems in the manner you do now. Your body is going to know pain all the days of your life.” She left the room and I have never seen or heard of her again.

She was right, in five days I left the hospital. In six weeks the cast came off my foot. In a matter of days I was walking again without crutches. In a few more days I was running not a little but miles, but there was the pain. Pain that drove me to anger and more drugs. Pain that made me more hateful and not let me think clearly. Pain that fueled my hatred which drove my then wife to the arms of another and pushed my children away. Pain, anger, hatred, jealousy, and drugs was causing my world to fall apart and nothing I could do to stop it. By February 23, 1989 I had managed to destroy everything in my life. I was alone.

February 23, 1989 I sat alone on a curb in front of a Thrifty Drug Store homeless. I was in a state of mind that was dangerous. I was about ready to kill someone, kill my self, or both. I sat there and for some reason I cried out to God, “God! Can You save me now?” Within a few minutes a blue Toyota van pulled up. The couple inside asked, “Do want to go to church with us?” So I got in the van. They took me to church with them that Thursday night a church like I have never been to before.

The music had already started when we walked in, the couple disappeared into their seats. I stood in the back of the church with my back against the wall to hold me up. The Spirit of the Lord was so strong in that room all I could do was cry. As the music played the Lord lay bare my life and began to x-ray my soul. The ushers did not bother me they let me stand there as if they knew God was doing surgery on my heart. I cannot tell you what the songs were, I cannot tell you what the pastor said, all I could do was stand there and cry. After the pastor had spoken and the invitation was given I could not even walk to the front of the church. The couple came and found me and never said a word they just helped me make that walk. A pastor was there and he prayed with me I do not know if I even prayed. Then there were people all wanting to know me and care for me. They loved me before they even knew me and they pulled me into their church. I became their brother that February 23, 1989.

Three things that never happen again after that night; I never abused drugs again, I never saw that couple again,and I was never alone again. The people of that church were always close at hand and they taught me how to pray, study, be a disciple, and love Jesus! AMEN!

A man of the world named Jim died that night, but a new child named James was born In Christ Jesus.

February 23, 1989 was the Beginning with  No End.

AMEN!

IF

If I was starving would you feed me?

If I was naked would you cloth me?

If I needed help would you help me?

If I was lonely would you be by side?

If I asked you to pray with me would you?

If I was depressed would you comfort me?

If I was to fall would you help me up?

If I was beaten would you doctor my wounds?

If you answered no to any of these questions just remember whose answer is always yes!

We are not perfect, but shouldn’t we all at least give it our best shot at meeting our neighbors needs not just our own?

Just another man from Men of One Accord writing from his heart.

TESTIMONY

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I once knew a man who loved sin no matter what the cost. He loved to steal, fight, break laws, and lust over numerous of things, but not limited to the above mentioned. This man finally got married, then saved, and finally started straightening out his life. Or so he thought. There was arguing, money issues, etc… Sometimes he felt like he needed to do whatever it took to make ends meet because every time he prayed for help he seemed to never find comfort. So he stopped praying. Needless to say there was not much room for Jesus in his heart anymore. Then it happened, his world was going great. There was not as much trouble or hard times in his life anymore. One day this man was approached by another and was asked to come pray with them. Of course there was no time for that, there was more important things in his life that needed to be done first. But this other man was very persistence and kept asking and asking and asking. You get the picture it was like a bill collector that keep harassing wanting to know where his money was. Finally the stray man gave in and went just to see what the hype was all about. Well come to find out the other man was a bill collector just one for God. Jesus wanted his son back at home with him. The man loved what was going on in his life and kept returning as often as possible. Again he felt as he did when he first asked Jesus to enter his life. thought nothing could go wrong. Then he ended up in the hospital, then laid off from work, bills were piling sky high again. What happened to the man? This time through his troubles instead of blaming God he rejoiced in his troubles. What in the world happened to the other man who blamed God for his troubles? Well let me tell you what happened. No longer did this man pray for himself alone, nor was he alone when he prayed about himself and more importantly praying for others. He also realized that all of these troubles were not troubles at all. How is that you might ask? These troubles from the very beginning were nothing but tests and guess what he failed horribly first go round. You see Jesus gave him another chance as a father will do. Without these troubles there are no tests. Now this man is asking for as much trouble as God will throw at him because all this is doing is causing one big word PERSAVERENCE. My brothers in Christ if life is well and things are going to smooth you might want to ask yourself am I doing the right things in my life! This is not intended just for people not involved in church but for you up there teaching and preaching as well. What is your congregation doing when there not sitting in front of you? Don’t know? Well my friend, where is your faith by your works? Has anyone else felt like a stranger in your church? Well did everyone not greet them as they entered the doors? Why not? Were they not wearing fancy clothes or maybe a little smelly? When that person feels unwanted they walk out that door and turn right back to well you can only imagine. The fore mentioned story of the man before and after was myself. I am proud to say that this is my testimony for the men of one accord. If it was not by Gods grace that this one man who entered my life and taught me to open my heart when I open my bible (not my wallet) then whose grace was it. Not the men of one accords grace but Gods grace. How many men in churches in your area actually go out and find Gods lost children and rejoice with them in there sorrow. why not? This is faith by works not by getting up every Sunday to sit and loose it all by Monday.

May God be with every man, woman, and child on this earth. Keep Jesus in your hearts and remember that every thing that happens is because it is Gods will not your own. Prayers that may at the time seem unanswered is your own selfishness that wants things according to your own will. Also remember that God is not only full of mercy, but is the God of judgement as well. This is my prayer for all.

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