Guest Article:When Will This Ever End?


“I’ve already paid you triple what I promised. Why won’t you honor your part of the bargain?” I asked beseechingly of this man before me.
“I can’t go on like this. You promised me if I paid your filthy blackmail then you would destroy those filthy pictures. Please!!” I begged, tears starting to come from the corners of my eyes.
“QUIET!!” he shouted, “Look, this hurts me more than it does you.”
“How can it when you are the one gloating over the last of my savings? Please just burn those pictures! I don’t want these hanging over my head anymore. I can’t eat, sleep, or even speak knowing that you still have them. Please stop!” I begged.
It was of no use, though as the young man turned and stalked away but not forgetting to slam the door in my face. I fell down to my knees and began to cry. Didn’t anyone care about me? Did anyone know how it felt to have a huge millstone hanging around their neck just waiting to drag you along into the river? There was only one answer that kept reverberating in my mind; suicide. Oh, what peace that thought gave to me. Then again, why did it feel so wrong? Why did I feel like the blackmail would continue even after my death? There just had to be another way.
I began on my way home when I paper crinkled beneath my feet. I stepped back to see what was on it. I moved to a nearby streetlight to see.
These are the words that greeted my vision: “And by that will, we have been made holy through the sacrifice of the body of Jesus Christ once for all.”
I reread these words paying close attention to the last three. “Once for all.” I knew about God alright and the one they called Jesus Christ. Apparently, because He died on a wooden cross one time, everyone can be saved. What a wishful thought! Why, if that were true, then I wouldn’t have to keep paying this blackmail because it would be already paid for. I stopped and felt a rush of peace in my heart.
I was a Christian once before I turned away. Why did I turn away? Oh yes, now I remember, so I could take those disgusting pictures, so I could be involved with a man who saw me only as a plaything and a vein from which money flowed; so that I could be free?.
I fell to the sidewalk with a loud groan saying, ” Oh God! Forgive me! Redeem me! Heal me! And LORD, do it once and for all!”
I stayed there for a few hours just praying and surrendering. After all, what did I have to lose? I did manage to make it home early that morning only to find the man who blackmailed me standing on my doorstep with the photographs in his hand.
I approached him and asked what he was doing there. He replied, “On my way home, I saw a church sign that said, ‘And by that will, we have been made holy through the sacrifice of the body of Jesus Christ once for all.’ It got me to thinking about you and what I’ve been doing to you, to myself, and most of all, to God.”
With tears streaming down his face, he tore the photographs and told me what made him choose to make this decision.
“I got home and went to look at the photographs only to find that they were empty. There were no pictures. Love does not keep record of wrongs.”
He then pulled out of his pocket all the money I had ever given him and then he walked away knowing that he didn’t need to make me pay for my sins because I couldn’t.
However, because of one sacrifice, Jesus Christ’s sacrifice, one payment was enough; He took care of it all once for all so that we wouldn’t have to. If you are holding onto something for any reason, I hope this verse and this story has encouraged you to let go. We canNOT do this on our own. We need God, so let Him take it all, because He’s already paid it all.
Marta L.

 

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Outta Space Love


Outta Space Love is an album by Group 1 Crew.  It is a very different album. IT has such a futuristic feel (hence the name). The title song is Outta Space Love. One part goes like this-

Seen a lotta ups and downs
And sometimes even in between-a
But this love it saved the day
So let me take you to my leader

I need that love, love, bigger, bigger
Love, bigger, love, I need that
Outta space love, outta space love
And if this world ain’t bigger
Bigger, big enough, gimme that
Outta space love, outta space love

Okay, as you can probably tell, that is very futuristic. Isn’t just amazing to think about how we are loved by so much!? It is amazing! It is so awesome. And we need to be loved. We were created that way. Sometimes it’s easy for us to think that we are not loved. I now I feel that way sometimes. But God loves you and me. When you feel that way, remember God loves you. And I love you too, even if I haven’t met you.

And let the world see now
Just what we talking ’bout
And take a trip to outta space
And let your faith ring out

We need to let the world see our Faith. We need to live it out loud. Do you let your classmates or your buddies know that you are a Christian? I’m going to leave you with a question. If your friends didn’t( Or don’t) know your a Christian, can they or could they tell that you are by your actions?

~Lili

The Room


I CAN ONLY IMAGINE…
“THE ROOM”
as written by a 17 Year Old Boy.
 
This is excellent and really gets you thinking about what will happen in Heaven.
17-year-old Brian Moore had only a short time to write something for a class.
The subject was What Heaven Was Like.
“I wowed ’em,” he later told his father, Bruce .
It’s a killer.
It’s the bomb It’s the best thing I ever wrote.”
It also was the last.

Brian’s parents had forgotten about the essay when a cousin found it while cleaning out the teenager’s locker at Teays Valley High School in Pickaway County .

Brian had been dead only hours, but his parents desperately wanted every piece of his life near them, notes from classmates and teachers, and his homework.
Only two months before, he had handwritten the essay about encountering Jesus in a file room full of cards detailing every moment of the teen’s life.
But it was only after Brian’s death that Beth and Bruce Moore realized that their son had described his view of Heaven.

It makes such an impact that people want to share it.
“You feel like you are there,” Mr. Moore said.
Brian Moore died May 27, 1997, the day after Memorial Day.
He was driving home from a friend’s house when his car went off Bulen-Pierce Road in Pickaway County and struck a utility pole.
He emerged from the wreck unharmed but stepped on a downed power line and was electrocuted.

The Moore’s framed a copy of Brian’s essay and hung it among the family portraits in the living room.
“I think God used him to make a point. I think we were meant to find it and make something out of it,” Mrs. Moore said of the essay.
She and her husband want to share their son’s vision of life after death.
“I’m happy for Brian.
I know he’s in Heaven.
I know I’ll see him.”

Here is Brian’s essay entitled:

“THE ROOM”
 In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room.
There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall covered with small index card files.
They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order.
But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endless in either direction, had very different headings.
As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read ”  Girls I Have Liked.”
I opened it and began flipping through the cards.
I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one.
And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was.
This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life.
Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn’t match.
A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content.
Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching.

A file named ”  Friends” was next to one marked    ”  Friends I Have Betrayed.”

The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird.
”  Books I Have Read,” ”  Lies I Have Told,” ” Comfort I have Given,”  ” Jokes I Have Laughed At.”

Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: ”  Things I’ve Yelled at My Brothers.”

Others I couldn’t laugh at: ”  Things I Have Done in My Anger”, 
Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents.”
I never ceased to be surprised by the contents.
Often there were many more cards than expected.
Sometimes fewer than I hoped.
I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived.

Could it be possible that I had the time in my years to fill each of these thousands or even millions of cards?

But each card confirmed this truth.
Each was written in my own handwriting.
Each signed with my signature.

When I pulled out the file marked ”  TV Shows I Have Watched,”   I realized the files grew to contain their contents..

The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn’t found the end of the file.
I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of shows but more by the vast time I knew that file represented.
When I came to a file marked ”  Lustful Thoughts,”   I felt a chill run through my body.
I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size, and drew out a card.
I shuddered at its detailed content.
I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded.
An almost animal rage broke on me.

One thought dominated my mind: No one must ever see these cards!

No one must ever see this room!
I have to destroy them!”
In insane frenzy I yanked the file out.
Its size didn’t matter now.
I had to empty it and burn the cards.
But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card.
I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it.
Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot.
Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh.

And then I saw it.

The title bore “People I Have Shared the Gospel With.”
The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused.
I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands.
I could count the cards it contained on one hand.
And then the tears came.
I began to weep.
Sobs so deep that they hurt.
They started in my stomach and shook through me.
I fell on my knees and cried.
I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all.
The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes.
No one must ever, ever know of this room.
I must lock it up and hide the key.
But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him.

No, please not Him.

Not here.
Oh, anyone but Jesus.
I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards.
I couldn’t bear to watch His response.
And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own.
He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes.
Why did He have to read every one?
Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room.
He looked at me with pity in His eyes.
But this was a pity that didn’t anger me.
I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again.
He walked over and put His arm around me.
He could have said so many things.
But He didn’t say a word.
He just cried with me.

Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files.

Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card.
“No!” I shouted rushing to Him.
All I could find to say was “No, no,” as I pulled the card from Him.
His name shouldn’t be on these cards.
But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, and so alive.
The name of Jesus covered mine.
It was written with His blood.
He gently took the card back He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards.
I don’t think I’ll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side.
He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, “It is finished.”

I stood up, and He led me out of the room.

There was no lock on its door.
There were still cards to be written.

”  For God so loved the

world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life.”   John 3:16

If you feel the same way forward it to as many people as you can so the love of Jesus will touch their lives also.

My ”  People I Shared the Gospel With”   file just got bigger, how about yours?

IF THERE IS ONE EMAIL THAT I HAVE READ THAT NEEDS TO GO AROUND THE WORLD, IT IS THIS ONE, PLEASE PASS THIS TO EVERY ONE YOU KNOW, CHRISTIAN OR NOT!

“LET’S FILL OUR OWN FILE CARD” AND MAY GOD BLESS YOU ALL!

You don’t have to share this with anybody, no one will know whether you did or not, but you will know and so will He.

God Blesses Us Everyday,
It’s Up To Us To Notice!!!

God’s Power still lives


God is more powerful than any of you can ever Imagine. He can conquer everything. And he is on your side!
1Corinthians 15:1-4
Moreover, brethren, I declare unto you the gospel which I preached unto you, which also ye have received, and wherein ye stand; By which also ye are saved, if ye keep in memory what I preached unto you, unless ye have believed in vain. For I delivered unto you first of all that which I also received, how that Christ died for our sins according to the scriptures; And that he was buried, and that he rose again the third day according to the scriptures:
Friends, I want to share with you something I’ve already talked about often. This something is what my entire life is based on and is your base too, if you have believed. This something is your salvation, and I want you to remember it so that my message is not useless. I have told you only that which God has given me, which is this: Jesus gave himself so that we can be saved, he died for our sins, he was buried, and then he defied all the powers of hell, sin, and death, and he rose up from the grave clearing our sins away forever.
I want to share with you today a testimony of God’s power, a power that saved us and continues saving us. This testimony is a testimony for those who have loved christ and one for those who don’t know him yet. God has a power beyond comparison. For centuries man was a slave to sin and death, no one could break that curse. But God came down and he broke it by dying, he broke it by giving himself up. So. Ya, cool, I’m already saved, so why on earth should I care? So, here’s my answer. You have grown up since the day you were born, surrounded by sin. Sin has been pelting you and will pelt as it pelts you right now. God offered you this life vest as you are drowning in sin. Now, what would happen if you decided that you would loosen the straps a bit. Inevitably you would start drowning in sin again, you still would make it through, but the ride will shake you really hard. In the same way the gospel is like a life vest, you put it on, but sin still bombards you. You’ve got to tighten the straps again. Well, can you do that? No, once you start flailing you can’t tighten the vest. But, God in his power still can, he can forgive your sins.
I said I wanted to share a testimony of power, and yes I will. I want to remind you that the God who saved you when you were swamped in sin, fighting him, can still tighten your vest after he put it on. I sin often, yup, I’m still in a world of sin, and each time I sin Satan slips this tag of despair in. “See, you can’t beat sin, ha! got you” And every time that tag comes God slips in the arm of divine power. His word shows me that he has killed my sin and that he can kill every new sin just like he did the old ones. He tells me through his word that when I feel like I’m drowning he’s still there, floating me. God’s power is infinite. I want to remind you that you never need to give up, your fight agains sin is not hopeless. Why? Jesus has RISEN! He is still alive, and he will help you conquer sin.
Don’t give up.
DKS