Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Be Back January 3
Please come back then. Thanks. Merry Christmas. Go Baby Jesus. You Rock.
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Thursday Week 15
Friday Week 15
Wednesday Week 15
Monday, December 20, 2010
Tuesday Week 15
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Monday Week 15
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Friday Week 14
Thursday Week 14
This verse is on my wall in the office as a reminder...
My grace is all you need. My power works best in weakness. 2 Corinthians 2:9
Where are you weak this morning? Where do you need the power of Christ? Pray with me today...his grace is all I need....his grace is all I need...his grace is all I need...
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Wednesday Week 14
Monday, December 13, 2010
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Monday Week 14
Do yourself a favor and throw out that picture you have of Jesus with the cuddly lamb over his shoulders. Jesus was a stud. He took on a mob by himself and won. That’s right. Jesus was no meek and mild pushover. Jesus was a ninja warrior. While attending the Passover festivities, he walks into the Temple, his Father’s house, and he sees people making a profit off of forgiveness. True, forgiveness comes at a cost (blood), but never was it intended as a business venture. The sight sets Jesus off. He makes a whip and starts a stampede. He scatters the money changer’s coins on the ground. He overturns tables. Nowadays, Jesus would have been arrested for disturbing the peace. For him, it was acts like this that ultimately cost him his life.
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Friday Week 13
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Thursday Week 13
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Wednesday Week 13
Monday, December 6, 2010
Tuesday Week 13
Monday Week 13
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Friday Week 12
Thursday Week 12
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Wednesday Week 12
Tuesday Week 12
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Monday Week 12
Friday Week 11
Thursday Week 11
Wednesday Week 11
Monday, November 22, 2010
Tuesday Week 11
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Friday Week 10
Thursday Week 10
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Wednesday Week 10
Monday, November 15, 2010
Tuesday Week10
Monday Week 10
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Friday Week 9
Jesus, lover of my soul, let me to Thy bosom fly,
While the nearer waters roll, while the tempest still is high.
Hide me, O my Savior, hide, till the storm of life is past;
Safe into the haven guide; O receive my soul at last.
Other refuge have I none, hangs my helpless soul on Thee;
Leave, ah! leave me not alone, still support and comfort me.
All my trust on Thee is stayed, all my help from Thee I bring;
Cover my defenseless head with the shadow of Thy wing.
Thou, O Christ, art all I want, more than all in Thee I find;
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, heal the sick, and lead the blind.
Just and holy is Thy Name, I am all unrighteousness;
False and full of sin I am; Thou art full of truth and grace.
Plenteous grace with Thee is found, grace to cover all my sin;
Let the healing streams abound; make and keep me pure within.
Thou of life the fountain art, freely let me take of Thee;
Spring Thou up within my heart; rise to all eternity.
-- Charles Wesley 1740
Mrs. Mary Hoover, of Bellefonte, Pennsylvania, whose grand mother was the heroine of the story, has related to her pastor this family tradition: Charles Wesley was preaching in the fields of the parish of Killy leagh, County Down, Ireland, when he was at tacked by men who did not ap prove of his doc trines. He sought refuge in a house located on what was known as the Island Barn Farm. The farmer’s wife, Jane Lowrie Moore, told him to hide in the milk house, down in the garden. Soon the mob came and demanded the fugitive. She tried to quiet them by offering them refreshments. Going down to the milk house, she directed Mr. Wesley to get through the rear window and hide under the hedge, by which ran a little brook. In that hiding-place, with the cries of his pursuers all about him, he wrote this immortal hymn. Descendants of Mrs. Moore still live in the house, which is much the same as it was in Wesley’s time.
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Thursday Week 9
O Love that wilt not let me go,
I rest my weary soul in thee;
I give thee back the life I owe,
That in thine ocean depths its flow
May richer, fuller be.
O light that followest all my way,
I yield my flickering torch to thee;
My heart restores its borrowed ray,
That in thy sunshine’s blaze its day
May brighter, fairer be.
O Joy that seekest me through pain,
I cannot close my heart to thee;
I trace the rainbow through the rain,
And feel the promise is not vain,
That morn shall tearless be.
O Cross that liftest up my head,
I dare not ask to fly from thee;
I lay in dust life’s glory dead,
And from the ground there blossoms red
Life that shall endless be.
--George Matheson 1884
My hymn was com posed in the manse of In ne lan [Ar gyle shire, Scot land] on the ev en ing of the 6th of June, 1882, when I was 40 years of age. I was alone in the manse at that time. It was the night of my sister’s mar ri age, and the rest of the fam i ly were stay ing over night in Glas gow. Some thing hap pened to me, which was known only to my self, and which caused me the most se vere men tal suf fering. The hymn was the fruit of that suf fer ing. It was the quick est bit of work I ever did in my life. I had the im press ion of hav ing it dic tat ed to me by some in ward voice ra ther than of work ing it out myself. I am quite sure that the whole work was com plet ed in five min utes, and equal ly sure that it ne ver re ceived at my hands any re touch ing or cor rect ion. I have no na tur al gift of rhy thm. All the other vers es I have ever writ ten are man u fact ured ar ti cles; this came like a day spring from on high.
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Wednesday Week 9
When I survey the wondrous cross
on which the Prince of Glory died;
my richest gain I count but loss,
and pour contempt on all my pride.
Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
save in the death of Christ, my God;
all the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to his blood.
See, from his head, his hands, his feet,
sorrow and love flow mingled down.
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,
or thorns compose so rich a crown.
Were the whole realm of nature mine,
that were an offering far too small;
love so amazing, so divine,
demands my soul, my life, my all.
-- Isaac Watts 1707
Monday, November 8, 2010
Tuesday Week 9
Before the throne of God above
I have a strong and perfect plea:
A great High Priest whose Name is Love
Who ever lives and pleads for me.
My name is graven on his hands
My name is written on his heart
I know that while in heav’n he stands
No tongue can bid me thence depart
No tongue can bid me thence depart.
When Satan tempts me to despair
And tells me of the guilt within
Upward I look and see Him there
Who made and end of all my sin.
Because the sinless Savior died
My sinful soul is counted free
For God the just is satisfied
To look on Him and pardon me
To look on Him and pardon me.
Behold Him there the risen Lamb
My perfect spotless righteousness
The great unchangeable I AM
The King of Glory and of grace
One with Himself I cannot die
My soul is purchased with His blood
My life is hid with Christ on high
With Christ my Savior and my God
With Christ my Savior and my God.
-- Charlie Bancroft 1863
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Monday Week 9
Come, Thou Fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above.
Praise the mount! I’m fixed upon it,
Mount of Thy redeeming love.
Here I raise my Ebenezer;
Here by Thy great help I’ve come;
And I hope, by Thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed His precious blood;
O to grace how great a debtor
Daily I’m constrained to be!
Let Thy goodness, like a fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to Thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
Prone to leave the God I love;
Here’s my heart, O take and seal it,
Seal it for Thy courts above.
Friday, November 5, 2010
Friday Week 8
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Thursday Week 8
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Wednesday Week 8
Monday, November 1, 2010
Tuesday Week 8
Monday Week 8
Friday, October 29, 2010
Friday Week 7
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Thursday Week 7
“Whatever comes out of these gates, we've got a better chance of survival if we work together. Do you understand? If we stay together we survive.” Maximus - The Gladiator
Jim DiRaddo, a friend of mine, often said: "There’s no such thing as a Lone Ranger Christian."
It's true. Not even Jesus went through life alone. He had the fellowship of his Father and the companionship of his disciples. The only thing Jesus did alone was die...so that we would live. Don't try to live yours alone.