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PRAYER ROOM

BonnieL. — Sat, 26 Dec 2009 10:10:24 CST

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PRAYER FOR THOSE IN NEED.

Our Father which art in Heaven,
hallowed be thy name.
Thy kingdom come, thy will be done
in earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread
and forgive us our debts as we
forgive our debtors.
And lead us not into temptation,
but, deliver us from evil.
For thine is the kingdom, and,
the power, and, the glory, forever.
A~men
Sweet heavenly Father, we thank you for your gracious care;
your constant watchfulness over us;
your Holy Spirit who comforts, guides, helps us.
We thank you for our Saviour, Jesus Christ, whose birth we
are celebrating with praises and glory to His name!!!!
His great love redeems us with his own life on the cross;
his resurrection in conquering death, hell and the grave!
Thank you and praise you, sweet Jesus, for taking
those cruel stripes for our healing, our transgressions,
our iniquities and the chastisement of our peace. We pray for constant growth in you, Lord, that we may
walk worthy of your great sacrifices. We adore and worship
you, holy Father, as we send this prayer on wings of faith,
wrapped in the name and bathed in the blood of

JESUS CHRIST. Amen & AMEN

THE DAILY SERMON-LIFE LESSONS

BonnieL. — Sat, 26 Dec 2009 10:07:29 CST

THE BIBLE ON ONE PAGE.

Live Your Dream
Dr. Larry Ollison

Most people live their lives struggling to find their dream. And many who find theirs press in even harder to live it. As Christians we should be living the dream of a lifetime, free from stress and worry. Sadly, this is rare.

You will never be free to live your dream until you accept and move in your calling from God.

God has a plan for the church, but more specifically, God has a plan for you. It is custom-made for you and your giftings. No one else can do what God wants you to do, the way He wants you to do it. You are one-of-a-kind with a calling from God that is unique. He gifted you for a purpose.

You are God's first choice. If you don't do what God wants you to do, then He will be forced to go to plan B. Don't resist God's plan because of fear that you will live life unsatisfied. God's plan always includes the desires of your heart.

We must be led by the Holy Spirit. When we do not allow the Spirit to guide us, we fall under great stress from lack of direction. Only a Spirit-led life will be at peace. Peace follows obedience.

So, if you are hurting and feel stretched, yield to God's plan. God doesn’t change His mind. He has not forgotten you.

For the gifts and the calling of God are irrevocable. (Romans 11:29)

DAILY WORDS AND THOUGHTS

BonnieL. — Sat, 26 Dec 2009 10:04:53 CST

HOME, SHARING WORDS OF HOPE.

BonnieL. — Sat, 26 Dec 2009 04:19:06 CST

Father, this isn't my life, it belongs to You. Amen.

Those who look to him are radiant; their faces are never covered

with shame. Psalm 34:5

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BonnieL. — Wed, 23 Dec 2009 11:01:09 CST

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Six Reasons Why Jesus Was Born
Dr. Larry Ollison

Every year the world celebrates Christmas, but most of the world doesn’t have a clue what Christmas is or why we celebrate it. The reality is that Christmas is the symbolic time we celebrate the birth of Jesus of Nazareth. We know that Jesus was not born on December 25th, but we use this date as our annual time to celebrate His birth.

As Christians, we know that Jesus is the Son of God. We know that God loved mankind so much that He sent Jesus to this earth. However, many people wonder, “Why did God send Jesus anyway. What’s the purpose?”

Well, let me, as briefly as possible, give you six reasons why Jesus was born.

1) To redeem us from the curse of the law of sin and death. (Titus 2:14 and Galatians 4:3-7)
2)To restore authority to its rightful place. (Matthew 28:18-20)
3)To reconcile man to God. (Ephesians 2:14-18 and 2 Corinthians 5:18-21)
4)To destroy the works of the devil. (1 John 3:8)
5)To make a way for everlasting life. (1 John 5:11-13)
6)Because of love. (John 3:16)

Jesus did not come into the world to condemn the world but to save it. (John 3:17) And because He loves us so much, He’s coming again for us. (John 14:1-18 and 1 Thessalonians 4:13-18)

HAVE A BLESSED WEEK.

POETRY WISDOM

BonnieL. — Tue, 22 Dec 2009 11:16:54 CST

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POETRY CHANGES 2X WEEKLY.

Jesus is Better than Santa

Santa lives at the North Pole.
JESUS is everywhere.
Santa rides in a sleigh
JESUS rides on the wind and walks on the water.
Santa comes but once a year
JESUS is an ever present help.
Santa fills your stockings with goodies
JESUS supplies all your needs.
Santa comes down your chimney uninvited
JESUS stands at your door and knocks..
And then enters your heart.
You have to stand in line to see Santa
JESUS is as close as the mention of His name.
Santa lets you sit on his lap
JESUS lets you rest in His arms.
Santa doesn't know your name, all he can say is
"Hi little boy or girl, What's your name?"
JESUS knew our name before we did.
Not only does He know our name,
He knows our address too.
He knows our history and future and He
even knows how many hairs are on our heads.
Santa has a belly like a bowl full of jelly
JESUS has a heart full of love.
All Santa can offer is HO HO HO
JESUS offers health, help and hope.
Santa says "You better not cry"
JESUS says "Cast all your cares on me
for I care for you.
Santa's little helpers make toys
JESUS makes new life, mends wounded hearts,
repairs broken homes and builds mansions.
Santa may make you chuckle but
JESUS gives you joy that is your strength.
While Santa puts gifts under your tree
JESUS became our gift and died on the tree.
It's obvious there is really no comparison.

We need to remember WHO Christmas is all about.
We need to put Christ back in Christmas.

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BonnieL. — Fri, 18 Dec 2009 11:53:12 CST

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BonnieL. — Wed, 25 Mar 2009 10:00:04 CDT

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the room by Brian Moore

tteerrrryy — Thu, 10 Jan 2008 13:58:35 CST

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 endlessly 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 I 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 write 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 "Songs I have listened to," 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 music 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 an 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 it's 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, 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.