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I AM NOT HERE


Pain is met with sweet release. A piercing of the side, now flows the blood of peace. I am not here. I go down to the people of yesterday. My spirit will no't delay. Life from this earthly body has now gone away. I am not here. I will show the way.


Noah, your bones are now bleached by the sand. But you know Me, the Great I Am. My children, the crown of thorns are now My heaping reward, and in you I treasure. Come all to Me and be loved beyond measure. All sin was laid upon Me. Come, together we can live eternally.


I am not here. My flesh is dead. I lay in a tomb made to be My bed. It lays in gloom. I am not here. I go to the Father to prepare your room. Grief and sorrow. Weeping of today shall be traded for a new tomorrow, joyous without sorrow.


Peter, John, and Mary. You all. No matter what you saw, do not cry for Me. I am no longer in this place of misery.


I am not here. I live again. My Light will clear up the darkest haze. Yes, in 3 days.


I will come back my friends. No slow pace. I will meet you face to face.


To My future children still waiting to be born. Your life, if lived for Me, will meet with scorn. For the price of freedom must come, or to live forever in Satan's kingdom. No matter what the sin, or how hard you strife. I will be there. I am the Life. With Me you can conquer this time on earth and win, because I am alive again!

sciantel Mar 10 '16 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 1
BillGlenney
Friend, I'm not interested in religion, but I'm deeply interested in the Gospel. I wouldn't walk across the street for religion, but I'm willing to go around the world for the sake of the Gospel. There is a great difference between the two.

- Religion is man-made; the Gospel is God-given.

- Religion is what man does for God; the Gospel is what God has done for man.

- Religion is man's search for God; the Gospel is God's search for man.

- Religion is man trying to climb the ladder of his own self-righteousness, with the hope of meeting God on the topmost rung; the Gospel is God coming down the ladder of the incarnation of Jesus Christ and meeting us as sinners at the lowest rung.

- Religion is good views; the Gospel is good news.

- Religion is good advise; the Gospel is a glorious announcement.

- Religion takes a man and leaves him as he is; the Gospel takes a man as he is and makes him what he ought to be.

- Religion ends in an outer reformation; the Gospel ends in an inner transformation.

- Religion whitewashes; the Gospel washes white.

- Religion often becomes a farce; the Gospel is always a force, the power of God unto salvation to everyone who believes.

- There are many religions, but one Gospel.

~ Author Unknown

Bill's Notes
 And finally, I spell "Religion" = D O  as  in you are always doing something for religion and i spell "Christianity" = D O N E as in for that we do not have to do ANYTHING for our Salvation because Jesus said "It Is Done" on the cross.


BillGlenney Jun 2 '16 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 2
roberte

The party house pt1
Jeremiah 18:1-6
1This is the word that came to Jeremiah from the LORD:
2“Go down to the potter’s house, and there I will give you my message.”
3So I went down to the potter’s house, and I saw him working at the wheel.
4But the pot he was shaping from the clay was marred in his hands; so the potter formed it into another pot, shaping it as seemed best to him.
5Then the word of the LORD came to me.
6He said, “Can I not do with you, Israel, as this potter does?” declares the LORD. “Like clay in the hand of the potter, so are you in my hand, Israel. The lesson at the potter’s house and the response to it.

1. (Jer 18:1-4) Jeremiah visits the potter’s house.

The word which came to Jeremiah from the Lord, saying: "Arise and go down to the potter's house, and there I will cause you to hear My words." Then I went down to the potter's house, and there he was, making something at the wheel. And the vessel that he made of clay was marred in the hand of the potter; so he made it again into another vessel, as it seemed good to the potter to make.

a. Arise and go down to the potter’s house: As God sometimes did with His prophets, He instructed Jeremiah to learn a lesson through a living lesson, something from daily life.

b. The vessel that he made of clay was marred in the hand of the potter, so he made it again into another vessel: Watching the potter at work, Jeremiah noticed a lump of clay that seemed uncooperative. The potter decided to start again, making something that seemed good to the potter to make.

i. “Power was manifested in his manipulation of the clay, and pity in his remaking of the marred vessel….The clay was suddenly marred, twisted; it failed to express the potter’s thought….He saw that the potter did not abandon it.

2nd Corinthians 4:7-10

7But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us.
8We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair;
9persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed.
10We always carry around in our body the death of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may also be revealed in our body.
11For we who are alive are always being given over to death for Jesus’ sake, so that his life may also be revealed in our mortal body.
12So then, death is at work in us, but life is at work in you.

(2Cr 4:7) A great treasure in such a humble container.

But we have this treasure in earthen vessels, that the excellence of the power may be of God and not of us.

a. This treasure: The treasure is the greatness of the gospel of Jesus Christ, and the glory of God made evident through that gospel. It is the very light of God and the light of the knowledge of the glory of God reflected in the face of Jesus Christ. This is the greatest treasure in all creation!

b. We have this treasure in earthen vessels: When Paul considers us as earthen vessels, he isn’t disparaging the body or considering it merely a receptacle for the soul. Instead, Paul simply compares the “value” of God’s light and glory and the “value” of what He chose to put His light and glory into. When you compare the two, it isn’t hard to be amazed that God has put such a great treasure into clay pots.

i. Who is worthy to be a “container” for God’s light and glory? The smartest person isn’t smart enough, the purest person isn’t pure enough, the most spiritual person isn’t spiritual enough, and the most talented person isn’t talented enough. We are all just clay pots holding an unspeakably great treasure.

ii. Earthen vessels: Earthenware vessels were common in every home in the ancient world. They were not very durable (compared to metal), and they were useless if broken (glass could be melted down again). “They were thus cheap and of little intrinsic value.” (Kruse) God chose to put His light and glory in the everyday dishes, not in the fine china.

iii. We almost always are drawn to the thing that has the best packaging, but the best gifts often have the most unlikely packaging. God did not see a need to “package” Jesus when He came as a man to this earth. Jesus was not embarrassed to live as an earthen vessel. God is not embarrassed to use clay pots like us.

c. That the excellence of the power may be of God and not of us: Why does God put such a great treasure in such weak vessels? So that the greatness of the power may be of God and not of us. So that it would be evident to anyone who had eyes to see that the work was being done by the power of God, not the power of the vessel.

i. Why did God choose risky, earthen vessels instead of safe, heavenly ones? Because “perfect” vessels are safe but bring glory to themselves. Earthen vessels are risky but can bring profound glory to God.

ii. In the story of Gideon, it was the breaking of vessels that made the light shine forth and bring victory to God’s people (Judges 7:20). In the rest of the chapter, Paul will show how God “breaks” His clay pots so that the excellence of the power may be of God and not of us.

3. (2Cr 4:8-12) The suffering in Paul’s ministry brought forth life.

We are hard pressed on every side, yet not crushed; we are perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not forsaken; struck down, but not destroyed; always carrying about in the body the dying of the Lord Jesus, that the life of Jesus also may be manifested in our body. For we who live are always delivered to death for Jesus’ sake, that the life of Jesus also may be manifested in our mortal flesh. So then death is working in us, but life in you.

a. We are hard pressed: This has the idea of “hunted.” Paul was a wanted, hunted man because of what he was for Jesus. In Acts 23:12, 40 men conspired together to not eat or drink until they had murdered Paul. Paul knew what it was like to be hunted.

b. Yet not crushed: Living as a wanted, hunted man means terrible stress, experienced every moment of the day. Yet Paul was not crushed by this stress. He could still serve the Lord gloriously.

c. Hard pressed... perplexed... persecuted... struck down: Paul’s life was hard, and it was hard because of his passionate devotion to Jesus Christ and His gospel. Yet look at the triumph of Jesus in Paul’s life: not crushed... not in despair... not forsaken... not destroyed. Paul knew the power and victory of Jesus in his life because he was continually in situations where only the power and victory of Jesus could meet his need.

i. When we talk about suffering like this today, it is easy to think we are just saying “spiritual things,” because some of us live very comfortable lives and do not suffer much at all. Nevertheless, we should remember that everything Paul said about suffering, he said as a man who probably suffered more than you or anyone you will ever meet. This was not a theory of Paul but real life experience.

d. Always carrying about in the body the dying of the Lord Jesus, that the life of Jesus also may be manifested: Paul, like any Christian, wanted the life of Jesus evident in him. Paul knew this could only happen if he also carried about in the body the dying of the Lord Jesus. There are some aspects of God’s great work in our lives that only happen through trials and suffering.

i. By writing always carrying about in the body the dying of the Lord Jesus, Paul meant that he felt as if the death of Jesus was being spiritually worked inside of him. He is saying that the death of Jesus was not only a historical fact, it also was a spiritual reality in his life.

ii. In Philippians 3:10, Paul speaks about the glory of knowing Jesus: that I may know Him and the power of His resurrection, and the fellowship of His sufferings, being conformed to His death. Many long to know the power of His resurrection but want nothing to do with the fellowship of His sufferings or being conformed to His death. However, there are certain fragrances God can only release through a broken vial, so Paul rejoiced in knowing both the suffering and the glory. He knew the two were connected.

e. Always delivered to death... death is working in us, but life in you: Paul knew the spiritual riches that he brought to the Corinthian Christians came in part through the death-like suffering he endured in ministry. God made Paul more effective in ministry through his suffering.

i. Sometimes we think that if someone is really spiritual or really used to God they will live in a constant state of “victory” that means life will always be easy. Understanding what Paul wrote here not only tells us that God’s servants may experience death-like suffering but that God has a good and glorious purpose in allowing it.

ii. G. Campbell Morgan tells the story of a great young preacher who was impressive early in his ministry. Once he had the young man to speak at his church, and after the sermon, Morgan asked his wife, “Wasn’t that wonderful?” She quietly replied, “Yes, but it will be more wonderful when he has suffered.” Morgan adds: “Well, he suffered, and it was more powerful.”

f. Death in us, but life in you: Here is the irony. The Corinthian Christians despised Paul because of his great sufferings and because of what they thought was their great lives of “victory.” They did not see that their lives of victory were only possible because God made Paul such an effective servant through suffering.

i. “Very good interpreters think these words a smart ironical expression, by which the apostle reflecteth upon a party in this church who from his sufferings concluded against the truth of his doctrine, or his favor with God.”

Matthew 16:24 (AMP)
Discipleship Is Costly
24 Then Jesus said to His disciples, “If anyone wishes to follow Me [as My disciple], he must deny himself [set aside selfish interests], and take up his cross [expressing a willingness to endure whatever may come] and follow Me [believing in Me, conforming to My example in living and, if need be, suffering or perhaps dying because of faith in Me].

roberte Mar 14 · Rate: 5 · Tags: teaching
David

She was six years old when I first met her on the beach near where 

I live.  I drive to this beach, a distance of three or four miles, whenever 

the world  begins to close in on me.  She was building a sand castle or 

something  and looked up, her eyes as blue as the sea.


"Hello," she said..  

 

I answered with a nod, not really in the mood to bother with a small 

child.  

 

"I'm building," she said.  

 

"I see that.  What is it?"  I asked, not really caring.  

 

"Oh, I don't know, I just like the feel of sand."   


That sounds good, I thought, and slipped off my shoes.  

 

A sandpiper glided by.  

 

"That's a joy," the child said.  

 

"It's a what?"  


"It's a joy.  My mama says sandpipers come to bring us joy."    



The bird went gliding down the beach.  Good-bye joy, I muttered to 

myself,  hello pain, and turned to walk on.  I was depressed, my life 

seemed  completely out of balance.  


"What's your name?"  She wouldn't give up.  


"Robert," I answered.  "I'm Robert Peterson."  


"Mine's Wendy... I'm six."  


"Hi, Wendy."  


She giggled.  "You're funny," she said.    


In spite of my gloom, I laughed too and walked on.  


Her musical giggle followed me.  


"Come again, Mr. P," she called..  "We'll have another happy day."  


The next few days consisted of a group of unruly Boy Scouts, PTA 

meetings,  and an ailing mother.  The sun was shining one morning 

as I took my hands out  of the dishwater.  I need a sandpiper, I said 

to myself, gathering up my coat. 


The ever-changing balm of the seashore awaited me.  The breeze was  

chilly but I strode along, trying to recapture the serenity I needed.  


"Hello, Mr. P," she said.  "Do you want to play?"  



"What did you have in mind?" I asked, with a twinge of annoyance.  


"I don't know.  You say."     

"How about charades?"  I asked sarcastically.   

  

The tinkling laughter burst forth again.  "I don't know what that is."   

  

"Then let's just walk."  


Looking at her, I noticed the delicate fairness of her face.  

"Where do you live?" I asked.   

  

"Over there."  She pointed toward a row of summer cottages.   

  

Strange, I thought, in winter.   

  

"Where do you go to school?"  

  

"I don't go to school.  Mommy says we're on vacation"   

  

She chattered little girl talk as we strolled up the beach, but my mind 

was  on other things.  When I left for home, Wendy said it had been a 

happy day.  

Feeling surprisingly better, I smiled at her and agreed.  


Three weeks later, I rushed to my beach in a state of near panic.  I was 

in no  mood to even greet Wendy.  I thought I saw her mother on the 

porch and felt  like demanding she keep her child at home.   

  

"Look, if you don't mind," I said crossly when Wendy caught up with me, 

I'd  rather be alone today."  She seemed unusually pale and out of breath.  

  

"Why?" she asked.   

  

I turned to her and shouted, "Because my mother died!" and thought,  

My God, why was I saying this to a little child?   

  

"Oh," she said quietly, "then this is a bad day."   

  

"Yes," I said, "and yesterday and the day before and -- oh, go away!"   

  

"Did it hurt?" she inquired.   

  

"Did what hurt?" I was exasperated with her, with myself.   

  

"When she died?"   

  

"Of course it hurt!" I snapped, misunderstanding,  

wrapped up in myself.  I strode off.   

  

A month or so after that, when I next went to the beach, she wasn't there.  

Feeling guilty, ashamed, and admitting to myself I missed her, I went up  

to the cottage after my walk and knocked at the door.  A drawn looking  

young woman with honey-colored hair opened the door.   

  

"Hello," I said, "I'm Robert Peterson.  I missed your little girl today  

and wondered where she was."   

  

"Oh yes, Mr. Peterson, please come in.  Wendy spoke of you so much.  

I'm afraid I allowed her to bother you.  If she was a nuisance,  

please, accept my apologies."   

  

"Not at all --! she's a delightful child."  I said, suddenly realizing  

that I meant what I had just said.  

  

"Wendy died last week, Mr. Peterson.  She had leukemia 

Maybe she didn't tell you."   

  

Struck dumb, I groped for a chair.  I had to catch my breath.  

 

"She loved this beach, so when she asked to come, we couldn't say no.  

She seemed so much better here and had a lot of what she called happy 

days.  But the last few weeks, she declined rapidly..." Her voice faltered, "

She left something for you, if only I can find it.  Could you wait a 

moment while I look?"   

  

I nodded stupidly, my mind racing for something to say to this lovely 

young  woman..  She handed me a smeared envelope with "MR. P" 

printed in bold  childish letters.  Inside was a drawing in bright crayon 

hues -- a yellow beach,  a blue sea, and a brown bird..  Underneath 

was carefully printed:   

  

A SANDPIPER TO BRING YOU JOY.   

  

Tears welled up in my eyes, and a heart that had almost forgotten to 

love  opened wide.  I took Wendy's mother in my arms.  "I'm so sorry, 

I'm so sorry,  I'm so sorry," I uttered over and over, and we wept together.  

The precious little  picture is framed now and hangs in my study.  Six 

words -- one for each year  of her life -- that speak to me of harmony, 

courage, and undemanding love.   

  

A gift from a child with sea blue eyes and hair the color of sand  

-- who taught me the gift of love.  

  

NOTE: This is a true story sent out by Robert Peterson.  It happened 

over 20  years ago and the incident changed his life forever.  It serves 

as a reminder  to all of us that we need to take time to enjoy living and 

life and each other.  The price of hating other human beings is loving 

oneself less.   

  

Life is so complicated, the hustle and bustle of everyday traumas  

can make us lose focus about what is truly important  

or what is only a momentary setback or crisis.   

  

This week, be sure to give your loved ones an extra hug, and by all 

means,  take a moment... even if it is only ten seconds, to stop and smell 

the roses.   

  

This comes from someone's heart, and is read by many   

and now I share it with you..  


May God Bless everyone who receives this!  There are NO coincidences!   

  

Everything that happens to us happens for a reason.  Never brush aside

anyone as insignificant.  Who knows what they can teach us?  

  

I wish for you, a sandpiper. 


David Mar 15 '16 · Rate: 5 · Tags: child, love, life, death, caring
roberte

Check out this verse on Bible Gateway
Consider it pure joy, my brothers, and sisters, whenever you face trials of many kinds because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance. So, if you think you are standing firm, be careful that you don’t fall!
No temptation has overtaken you except what is common to mankind. And God is faithful; he will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear. But when you have bring tempted he will also provide a way out so that you can endure it. Be alert and of sober mind. Your enemy the devil prowls around like a roaring lion looking for someone to devour.(to Tempe)
Resist him, standing firm in the faith, because you know that the family of believers throughout the world is undergoing the same kind of sufferings.Then I heard a loud voice in heaven say: “Now have come the salvation and the power and the kingdom of our God, and the authority of his Messiah. For the accuser of our brothers and sisters, who accuses them of our God day and night, has been hurled down.
They triumphed over him by the blood of the Lamb and by the word of their testimony; they did not love their lives so much as to shrink from death.

Part 2

And remember, when you are being tempted, do not say, “God is tempting me.” God is never tempted to do wrong, (Neither are you Who has been born of God does not sin because his nature remains in him; he is not able to sin because he has been born of God). And he never tempts anyone else.
Temptation comes from our own desires, which entice us and drag us away.
These desires give birth to sinful actions. And when sin is allowed to live it gives birth to death.If sin is dead in you? like Romans 6: 1 - 2 Then temptation has no attractions and desire gives no birth, then sin cannot come alive again except by your choice...

He that knows and do what is right and does not do it. Is a sinner... And is not of God but belong to the devil. They choose to sin and do that which was wrong.

Here's my question how dead is your sin.? Have you ever seen a dead man in a cemetery being tempted by sin. NO

roberte Mar 14 · Rate: 5 · Tags: teaching
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