M1820:Youth In Prayer


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As you may have seen above, we are now accepting prayer requests. That’s kinda what M1820:Youth In Prayer is all about. You can sign up to receive prayer requests and send in your own. It’s a really great site and I recommend that you sign up, I did! Maybe soon we will be reading each others prayer requests.:)

~Lili

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

Are We Really Putting God First?


I recently thought about putting God first. I thought about it while reading this verse- “I am the Alpha and the Omega, the First and the Last, the Beginning and the End”. That verse is Revelation 22:13.

It says he is the first and the last, but do we actually put him first in our daily lives? I will admit, I don’t always put him first. For me, it’s easy to forget. I try, but I just don’t always.

So, I would like you to please take the time and answer the few questions below. And, don’t forget to be honest! We’re all friends here!

1. Is there anything in your daily life you can name that makes God get pushed back in obeying him?

2. Are there any ways you know that can help you remember to put him first?

Thanks and I really look forward to hearing your replies!

~Lilian

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!!!

Amazing Grace


Amazing Grace


Amazing Grace is a movie behind the hit song also called,  Amazing Grace. It takes place in 1700’s where William Wilberforce is trying to stop slavery. He runs into some people and some problems, but he keeps on trying to stop slavery. It is a very touching movie and an even more touching song. Of the song, my favorite part is this-

The earth shall soon dissolve like snow
The sun forbear to shine
But God, Who called me here below
Will be forever mine
Will be forever mine
You are forever mine

It says that this world and everything in it will perish and the sun will no longer shine, but God will be reigning forevermore. He will be your light in heaven. I hope you have made the decision to follow Jesus and make him the center of your life. I have. And if you haven’t, I encourage you to very, very much.

~Lili

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