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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 prayerfully.

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, Born to Mary in the likeness of man.
My son...Given by God to fulfill a plan.
My son...Lived on earth to only thirty-three.
My son...Will live in Heaven eternally!
My son, Loved deeply by his mother.
My son, Loved all like no other.
My son...Had so few years here on earth.
My son...Born to a virgin, a miracle birth!
My son...Was nailed to a tree.
My son, Able to set men free.
My son...Died so young with so much to give.

My Son, Mary's Son.
My Son, God's Son
My son, an especially gifted one.
My son, a supernatural one.
My son...Gave by dying, so all could live!

Then after wiping her tears,
Mary looked up to Heaven
and asked God "WHY?"
God answered her with this reply.
"Jesus was only lent to you, but He is really...



Do you care? 

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.



 How 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




Consider the themes of the sixty-six books:

In the Old Testament:

In Genesis, He is the Creator God.
In Exodus, He is the Redeemer.
In Leviticus, He is your Sanctification.
In Numbers, He is your Guide.
In Deuteronomy, He is your Teacher.

In Joshua, He is the Mighty Conqueror.
In Judges, He gives Victory over enemies.
In Ruth, He is your Kinsman, your Lover, your Redeemer.

In I Samuel, He is the Root of Jesse;
In 2 Samuel, He is the Son of David.

In 1 Kings and 2 Kings, He is King of Kings and Lord of Lords
In 1st and 2nd Chronicles, He is your Intercessor and High Priest.

In Ezra, He is your Temple, your House of Worship.
In Nehemiah, He is your Mighty Wall, protecting you from your enemies.
In Esther, He is your Deliverer, stands in the gap to deliver you from your enemies.

 In Job, He is the Arbitrator who not only understands your struggles,
but has the power to do something about them.

In Psalms, He is your Song and your Reason to sing.
In Proverbs, He is your Wisdom, helping you make sense of life and live it successfully.

In Ecclesiastes, He is your Purpose, delivering you from vanity.
In the Song of Solomon, He is your Lover, your Rose of Sharon.

In Isaiah, He is the Mighty Counselor, the Prince of Peace, the Everlasting Father, and more.
In short, He's Everything you need.

In Jeremiah, He is your Balm of Gilead, the soothing salve for your sin-sick soul.

In Lamentations, He is the Ever-Faithful One upon whom you can depend.

In Ezekiel, He is your Wheel in the middle of a wheel -
the One who assures that dry, dead bones will come alive again.

In Daniel, He is the Ancient of Days, the Everlasting God who never runs out of time.

In Hosea, He is your Faithful Lover, always beckoning you to come back -even when you have abandoned Him.

In Joel, He is your Refuge, keeping you safe in times of trouble.

In Amos, He is the Husbandman, the One you can depend on to stay by your side.

In Obadiah, He is Lord of the Kingdom.

In Jonah, He is your Salvation, bringing you back within His will.

In Micah, He is Judge of the nation.

In Nahum, He is the Jealous God.
In Habakkuk, He is the Holy One.

In Zephaniah, He is the Witness.
In Haggai, He is the Overthrower of the enemies.

In Zechariah, He is Lord of Hosts.
In Malachi, He is the Messenger God.

In the New Testament:

In Matthew, He is King of the Jews.
In Mark, He is the Servant.
In Luke, He is the Son of Man, feeling what you feel.
In John, He is the Son of God.

In Acts, He is Savior of the world.
In Romans, He is the Righteousness of God.

In I Corinthians, He is the Rock that followed Israel.
In II Corinthians, He is the Triumphant One, giving victory.

In Galatians, He is your Liberty; He sets you free.
In Ephesians, He is Head of the Church.

In Philippians, He is your Joy.
In Colossians, He is your Completeness.

In I Thessalonians, He is your Hope.
In II Thessalonians, He is your Patience and Discipline.

In I Timothy, He is your Faith.
In II Timothy, He is your Stability.

In Titus, He is the Truth.
In Philemon, He is your Benefactor.

In Hebrews, He is your Perfection.
In James, He is the Power behind your faith.

In I Peter, He is your Example.
In II Peter, He is your Purity.

In I John, He is your Life.
In II John, He is your Pattern.
In III John, He is your Motivation.

In Jude, He is the Foundation of your faith.
In the Revelation, He is your Coming King.

From the beginning of the world to its end, there is no place you can look and not see Jesus.

He is everywhere. He is everything!

 Author Unknown

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 smiled back. 

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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