While in prayer this morning the Lord
began to minister to my spirit about the price He paid for our sins.
I began to vision Him having to leave His Father to come and save us.
I began to feel what it was like to lose a child, my only child to a
sinful world. My spirit cried out
as I heard Him say, My Son, I gave you My only Son". I had sent so many
before, now it was time for MY Son to go down and deliver my people.
I looked around and there was no one, no one but My Child.
I looked over at Him and He said, "Father, I will go" My Son, My only
Son. I felt the pain as part of Me was pulled away. Yes, I felt His pain.
I watched with tears in my eyes as My Son slowly walked away.
I stood on the steps and He turned and said "Goodbye". I promised Him
that I would always be with Him, that I would always hear Him.
I told Him not to forget Our Words, not to allow the world to take His
eyes off why I had sent Him. He
smiled and said "Yes Father". I
continued to watch until He was out of sight.
My Son, I gave My only Son. And
yet, you won't believe.
So here I am writing another newsletter
only minutes after the last one went out. GOD
IS TRYING TO TELL US SOMETHING. DRAW
NEARER TO HIM NOW!
The story below was shared with me
years ago and although I shared it with you before, I feel it needs to be shared
again. Please read this
The day is over and you are driving home. You tune in your radio and hear about a little village in India where some villagers have died suddenly, strangely of a flu that has never been seen before, and they are sending some doctors from America to investigate. The doctors are saying that once you get it, you have it a week before you know it. Then you have four days of unbelievable symptoms, and then you die.
Wednesday night you are at your prayer meeting when somebody runs in from the parking lot and yells, Turn on the radio, turn on the radio. The announcement comes on the air two women are lying in the Long Island hospital dying from the mystery flu. People are working around the clock trying to find an antidote. Nothing is working. And then all of a sudden the news comes out. The code has been broken, a cure can be found. A vaccine is made and it's going to take the blood of somebody who hasn't been infected. They ask everyone is asked to do one simple thing, go to your local blood bank or hospital and have your blood type taken. You and your family go to the hospital as instructed and wait in the long line. There are doctors and nurses coming out to pricking fingers, taking blood and labeling the samples. After taking your blood they tell you to wait in the parking lot and if we call your name you can be dismissed and go home.
You stand around scared, wondering what is going to happen, and if this is the end of the world. A young doctor comes out holding a yelling and waving a clipboard. "Daddy that's me" your son says. Before you know it they grab your son. You say wait a minute, what's going on? The doctor tells you your son's blood is clean and pure. They want to run further tests, because they believe he is the type they need.
The doctor comes over to you and says "Thank you sir, your son's blood is perfect. It's clean and pure; we can make the vaccine from his blood. Word begins to spread across the parking lot that they have what the need to stop the mystery flu. The doctor then pulls you aside and asks to talk to you in private. He says they didn't realize the donor would be a minor and we need we need for you to sign a consent form. You begin to sign the wonder how many pints of blood they will need. So you ask "H-h-how many pints? And that's when the doctor's face turns from joy to sadness. He says again, "I had no idea it would be a little child. We weren't prepared. We need it all. Tears fall from your eyes, But, but I don't understand. He is my only son. The doctor says I'm sorry sir we are talking about saving the entire world. We need it all.
You ask "Can't you do a transfusion? He tells you if they had clean blood they could. Will you please sign? Tears continue to roll down your face and your hand trembles as you sign the form. They ask if you would like a moment with your son before they begin?
Could you walk back to the room? Knowing that you have to sacrifice his life to save the world. Could you walk back to the room where he is waiting for you to come and get him? Could you take his hand and tell him that you love him, and that you would never allow anything bad to happen to him that just didn't have to happen. Could you?
Finally the doctors come in and tell you they need to get started, because people all over the world are dying. Could you leave? Could you walk out as he is calling you saying "Father, father, where are you going, why are you leaving me? Could you stand to hear him say "Father why have you forsaken me"? Could you?
Next week they have a big ceremony honoring your child,
some sleep through it, some don't even bother to come because they have better
things to do. Some people just come because they don't want people talking
about them if they don't. Would
you scream and say to the world "MY SON JUST DIED FOR YOU AND SOME OF YOU
DON'T EVEN CARE? DOES HIS DEATH
MEAN NOTHING TO YOU?
I can't help
but wonder if God wants to say the same thing to us MY SON GAVE HIS LIFE
FOR YOU! DOES IT MEAN NOTHING; DON'T YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I CARE?
"MY SON...MY SON"
My son, Born to
Mary in the likeness of man.
My Son, Mary's
Now think about your child, or someone you love with all
your heart. Now imagine someone
coming to you and saying we need their blood to save the world.
What would you do? How would you feel?
Now think of how our Lord felt when He had to send His only Son to die
for us. And some of us won't even
say Thank you Jesus. Now imagine
Jesus, ready to go home, but He can't because the sins of this world are upon
Him. After all He has done, even
His Father won't allow Him to come home with sin upon Him.
He felt forsaken by His Father. His Father had told Him that He would
always be with Him, He would never leave Him. Now He felt forsaken.
He cried out My Father, My Father, why has thou forsaken Me? I did all
you told me to do, Why have You forsaken Me? His Father replied, You can't
come home with the sins of the world upon You.
You must come back the way You left, in all Your Glory. Three days later
He rose up with all power and ascended to His Father. The angels rushed to
minister to Him and to prepare Him to meet with His Father.
His Father was standing in the same spot as when He left, with arms open
wide, waiting for His child to come home. He
embraced Him with loving arms. My
Son, My Son, welcome home.
sad He must be at the way the world is now, after giving His only Son to die for
our sins. When He sees ministers
deceiving His people, looking for self gain, and not Kingdom gain.
How said He must be to see ministers putting a price on salvation.
SALVATION IS FREE! I PAID THE PRICE WITH MY LIFE!
How sad He
must be when He sees children crying in the street from hunger, while living in
a rich world. And most of all.. How
sad He must be to see some of us don�t even know whom HE IS.
He is the image of the invisible God, the firstborn
overall creation. For by Him all things were created that are in heaven and that
are on earth, visible and invisible, whether thrones or dominions or
principalities or powers. All things were created through Him and for Him. And
He is before all things, and in Him all things consist. And He is the head of
the body, the church, who is the beginning, the firstborn from the dead, that in
all things He may have the preeminence. Colossians 1:15-18
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He is the Arbitrator who not only understands your struggles,
He is your Wheel in the middle of a wheel -
He is the Ancient of Days, the Everlasting God who never runs out
He is your Refuge, keeping you safe in times of trouble.
He is Lord of the Kingdom.
He is Judge of the nation.
The Pink Dress
There was this little girl
sitting by herself in the park. Everyone
passed by her and never stopped to see why she looked so sad. Dressed in a
worn pink dress, barefoot and dirty, the girl just sat and watched the people go
by. She never tried to speak. She never said a word. Many
people passed by her, but no one would stop.
The next day I decided to go back
to the park in curiosity to see if the little girl would still be there.
Yes, she was there, right in the very spot where she was yesterday, and still
with the same sad look in her eyes. Today I decided to make a move and
walk over to the little girl, for as we all know, a park full of strange people
is not a place for young children to play alone. As I got closer I could
see the back of the little girl's dress, it was grotesquely shaped. I
figured that was the reason people just passed by and made no effort to speak to
her. Deformities are a low blow in our society and, heaven forbid if you
make a step toward assisting someone who is different. As I got closer,
the little girl lowered her eyes slightly to avoid my intent stare. As I
approached her, I could see the shape of her back more clearly. She was
grotesquely shaped and her back was humped over. I smiled to let her know
it was OK; I was there to help, to talk. I sat down beside her and opened
with a simple, "Hello"; the little girl acted shocked, and stammered
"hi"; after a long stare into my eyes. I smiled and she shyly
We talked until darkness fell and
the park was completely empty. During this time I asked the girl why she
was so sad. The little girl looked at me with sad face said,
"Because, I'm different." I immediately said, "That you
are!" and smiled. The little girl acted even sadder and said, "I
know." "Little girl," I said, "you remind me of an
angel, sweet and innocent." She looked at me and smiled, then slowly
she got to her feet and said, "Really?" "Yes, you're like a
little Angel sent to watch over all people walking by." She nodded
her head yes, and smiled. With that she opened the back of her pink dress
and allowed her wings to spread, and then she said "I am." I'm your Guardian Angel," with a twinkle in her eye. I was
speechless -- sure I was seeing things. She said, "For once you
thought of someone other than yourself. My job here is done."
I got to my feet and said,
"Wait, why did no one stop to help you?" She looked at me,
smiled, and said, "Your the only one that could see me," and then she
was gone. And with that, my life was changed dramatically.
So, when you think you're all you
have, remember, The Lord is always watching over you. We all need
someone... And, every one of your friends is an Angel in their own way. The
value of a friend is measured in the heart.
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