“Let not your heart be troubled; you believe in God, believe also in Me.”
There have been many occasions in my life when I was almost overcome with grief. The death of beloved family members caused overwhelming feelings of loss to surge to the surface. I am told that the rejection of a husband or wife sometimes is the cause of greater pangs of emotional pain and dismay.
For the Believer, we are comforted with the realization that we are never alone during these times. Jesus knew His disciples would struggle with troubled hearts when He returned to heaven. He gave them (and us) words of comfort and assurance.
His command is to stay clear of a troubled heart. How do we do that? The answer Jesus gives is to focus our attention on the unchangeable and all powerful God who is the creator of all things and the One who loves us supremely.
Are you experiencing a troubled heart right now? Are you trying to cope with the pressures of life by positive thinking in a nebulous concept of God? Jesus invites us to come to Him -- the One who knows us inside and out and is always there for us. He wants to be OUR COMFORT!
May God richly bless you as you bless others by your words and actions!
- - - Pastor Cecil
"Your heavenly Father." Matthew 6:26
“你们在天上的父”。 马太福音 6:26
God's people are doubly His children, they are His offspring by creation, and they are His sons by adoption in Christ. Hence they are privileged to call Him, "Our Father in heaven."
Father! Oh, what precious word is that!
Here is authority: "If I am a Father—where is my honor?" If you are sons, where is your obedience?
Here is affection mingled with authority; an authority which does not provoke rebellion; an obedience demanded which is most cheerfully rendered—which would not be withheld, even if it might. The obedience which God's children yield to Him, must be loving obedience. Do not go about the service of God as slaves to their taskmaster's toil—but run in the way of His commands, because it is your Father's way. Yield your bodies as instruments of righteousness, because righteousness is your Father's will, and His will should be the will of His child.
Father! Here is a kingly attribute so sweetly veiled in love, that the King's crown is forgotten in the King's face, and His scepter becomes, not a rod of iron—but a silver scepter of mercy—the scepter indeed seems to be forgotten in the tender hand of Him who wields it!
Father! Here is honor and love. How great is a Father's love to his children! That which friendship cannot do, and mere benevolence will not attempt—a father's heart and hand must do for his sons. They are his offspring—he must bless them; they are his children—he must show himself strong in their defense. If an earthly father watches over his children with unceasing love and care—how much more does our heavenly Father?
Abba, Father! He who can say this, has uttered better music than cherubim or seraphim can reach! There is heaven in the depth of that word—Father! There is all I can ask; all my necessities can demand; all my wishes can desire. I have all in all to all eternity when I can say, Father!
"Get To Pray"
"And it came to pass, that, as he was praying in a certain place, when he ceased, one of his disciples said unto him, Lord, teach us to pray, as John also taught his disciples." Luke 11:1
In having a conversation with people about prayer, one of the things you hear most is-- I don't get to pray. What do you mean by- you don't get to pray? They mean they don't get time to pray because they are too busy, have too many other demands on their life and time, they just aren't able to pray. Newsflash: it isn't about "getting to pray", it is about "making time to pray". Another newsflash: the enemy of your soul will make sure you don't get to pray. He will send every distraction and every excuse as to why you can't pray.
When you say that you don't get to pray, it sounds like you are helpless to do anything about it. It sounds like you have no control over the situations that hinder your prayer life and prayer time. This isn't true. You have to make the time. You make time for everything else, why is prayer (your communion with God) any different? If you want to go somewhere, you schedule everything else around it. If you need to leave earlier than usual, you set your clock for an earlier time. If you want to stay up and watch a movie you force yourself to stay awake. If you want to go to an event out of town, you will make the hour or two drive.
We do the things we really want to do and we don't let anything stand in the way. You made time to read this. You made time to go to your job. You made time to go on a trip. You made time to go to the grocery store. You made time for a hobby. Why can't we make time for prayer? It is because it is not a priority in our lives!! If it were, we would do it. We would make sure we "get to pray". We wouldn't let anything stop us. We would reschedule whatever we had to do to include it. We would get up earlier if need be. We would do whatever it took to make sure we got the time.
Have a great day. If you aren't "getting to pray" it may be because it isn't a priority in your life.
The Wednesday Word: Redemption through His Blood
Ephesians 1:7 In whom we have redemption through his blood, the forgiveness of sins, according to the riches of his grace;
以弗所书1:7 因为他满满的恩典，我们才能通过他的宝血而被救赎; 也因为他的恩典，我们的罪才 能得着赦免。
Redemption in the ancient world was not a religious idea, but rather a commercial one. Redemption was a term that specifically dealt with the act of buying a slave from the slave market in order to give him freedom. The term used for ‘redemption’ in our text is ‘apolytrōsis’, which carries with it a notion of liberation by the paying of a price. Christ’s amazing blood was the price paid, and it liberated us from the destruction of guilt and wrath.
在古代，救赎并不是一个宗教信仰的概念，而是一个商业性的概念。在当时，救赎这个名词是用在奴隶买卖市场， 代表奴隶已得到自由。 在我们的正文里， 用来代表救赎的字是'apolytrosis' (阿波立特罗思):它意味着通过支付赎金去换取自由。耶稣的宝血就是'救赎金'; 它让我们从罪和愤 怒中得到释放。
To further understand biblical redemption, we should look at three other words associated with it in the New Testament. These words show us 3 distinct aspects of this great truth. The three words are,
1) Agorazo 阿哥拉所
This is a word which describes a purchase made. The Lord Jesus Christ went into the slave market of this world and bought and paid for us. Someone asks, “What did He use for currency?” That’s an excellent question. It finds its answer in 1 Peter 1:18-19 which says, "Forasmuch as you know that you were not redeemed with corruptible things, as silver and gold, from your vain conversation received by tradition from your fathers; but with the precious blood of Christ, as of a lamb without blemish and without spot:"
这个字是购买的意思。主耶稣基督去到奴隶买卖市场买了我们，并付了款。有人问，"他用什么货币?" 那是一个非常好的问题。我们可以在彼得前书1:18-19中找到答案。这段经文说道,"你们并不是以易腐败的东西如金银救赎的;而是以耶稣的宝血， 因为他犹如无瑕疵、污点的羔羊般。 "
Furthermore, in Hebrews 9:12 we read, "Neither by the blood of goats and calves, but by his own blood he entered in once into the holy place, having obtained eternal redemption for us." Again in 1 Corinthians 7:23 we read, "You are bought with a price; be not ye the servants of men." What wonderful news this is for all of God’s children. We have been bought by saving blood. Christ’s blood is the currency of redemption. It has never suffered devaluation, and it never will.
此外，在希伯来书9:12, 我们读到，"不是通过山羊和牛的血，而是通过他自己的血， 他才能进入 圣殿; 他已为我们获得永久的救赎。" 还有在哥林多前书7:23, 我们读到，"你们被救赎是有代价 的，所以你们不再是人的仆人。" 对上帝的子女而言，这是一个非常好的消息。我们因耶稣的宝 血而被救赎了，而耶稣的宝血就是救赎的货币。它不曾贬值、永远都不会贬值。
2) Exagorazo 伊萨哥拉所
Our second word is Exagorazo. Notice how this is basically the same word as ‘Agorazo‘. It’s agorazo with an ‘ex’ in front of it. ‘Ex’ means ‘out of’ or ‘out from’. So when this term Exagorazo is used, it means that not only were we purchased by blood but that we have been taken out of circulation and are no longer for sale. This is excellent. Such is the power of the blood that it has purchased us and taken out of the marketplace. We are bought with a price and thus removed from the control of both Satan and Sin. "(Galatians 3:13, Galatians 4:5).
这是我们第二个字。基本上，这个字跟之前的字是一样的。它只是加多了'ex'在前面。'Ex'的意思是'出自' 或 '出于'。所以，这个字意味着我们不只是通过耶稣的宝血而被救赎，它也意味着我们已 经不再被售卖。这是极好的。耶稣的宝血有极大的能力救赎我们、把我们带出奴隶买卖市场。我们的救赎是有代价的; 因此，我们不再被撒旦和罪恶控制。" (加拉太书3:13; 加拉太书4:5)
3) Lutroo 路特乌
This third word means to ransom, loose or to set free by paying a price. We have been bought---that’s good news, we have been brought out of the slave market of sin and death … that’s better. But now we discover that the blood has ransomed and freed us to live unto Christ. That’s the best! We read in Titus 2:14 "Who gave himself for us, that he might redeem (lutroo) us from all iniquity, and purify unto himself a peculiar people, zealous of good works." (See also 1 Peter 1:18, Ephesians 1:7).
这第三个字是赎回的意思; 它也可以指通过给赎金而被释放。我们已被赎回了 - 那是好消息。我们 已从罪恶和死亡的奴隶买卖市场被带出 -这是更好消息。我们现在知道耶稣的宝血已将我们赎回、 释放，我们才能为他而活。这是最好的消息!我们在提多书2:14读到 "他将自己给了我们，才能从 邪恶中将我们救赎。也因为这样，他才能净化我们，好让我们能够热衷于行善。" (请阅读彼得前 书1: 18 以及以弗所书1:7)
What a wonderful Saviour! What a mighty redemption! The term ‘Saved’ has become outmoded in many Christian circles. We are told it is an old fashioned word that puts people off. Not in my book! When we consider the redemption in Christ Jesus and see that it was His own blood that bought and paid for us, and see that He has taken us out of the market place of death and then see that he has set us free, we begin to realise that there is no better word to describe all of this than ‘Saved’. Here’s a hymn that sums it all up:
何等了不起的救世主! 何等伟大的救赎! '救'这个词在很多基督教圈子里已成为过时了。有人告诉我 们这是一个古板的字，会让人反感。 但是，在我的书里并不会不提这个字! 当我们思想在耶稣基督里的救赎，是他自己的血为我们完成的，是他已将我们带出死亡的市场， 并将我们释放了。这一切让我们意识到其实没有一个字比'救'更为贴切地形容耶稣是如何拯救了我们。以下的赞美诗算是做了一个总结:
“Thank God I am free, free, free
From this world of sin,
I’ve been bought by the blood of Jesus,
And I’ve been born again
Hallelujah I’m saved, saved, saved
By His wonderful grace
The blood has been poured out,
He has brought me out
And shown me the way.”
And that’s the Gospel Truth
Do you ever struggle with the small everyday challenges? Try to solve problems alone without reaching out for help. Forget to remember Christ is available.
Often, willpower to overcome a shortcoming causes troubles.
The big life events are easy to accept but the little day-to-day matters life’s terms throw out is a challenge to respond in a spiritual reaction.
For example, when impatience emerges, frustration ensues. Here controlling the outcome becomes useless. And this makes finding peace unreachable.
Likewise, anger oozes out my inner-being, especially in bumper to bumper traffic. I don’t reach the point of rage, but anger’s effect is subtle and makes me lash out in unacceptable behavior.
This self-centered tendency spills over into my family, work and social outlets. I can’t escape it, and the more one relies on self, the deeper I fall into the hole of despair.
Forgetting other people don’t react to life as me is easy.
As a Christian, I must remember, Christ is my equilibrium when the scales of temptation tip me into sin. God is my spiritual balance in times of injustice. Nothing equalizes life’s terms than for me to anchor my life in Christ. And as the result of reliance on Jesus, my ability to live peaceful in times of distress increases.
God never fails me. Likewise, the Holy Spirit is always available to guide me in living a saved life. When I struggle, it’s a reminder for me to ask Christ for the solutions. Once I take action with Jesus and continue to rely on His perfect vision, then I’m able to see the path of rightful living.
The fruitlessness from living a unsaved life is familiar. Before God rescued me from the black hole of agnosticism, my existence comprised drugs, alcohol, and egoism. My problems with life never got better, in fact, they got worse. This led me to the road of suicide, but the Lord had other plans and spared me from self-destruction.
My past helps me to remember the outcome of living apart from God. It is a useless and lonely existence. But His grace and mercy coupled with Christ’s redemption show me a future with eternal consequences. I’m grateful for the Lord’s impact on my life.
I hope your experience with God is profound and life-changing awareness.
"It's a long story." I sighed, brushing my bangs from my eyes and adjusting my glasses.
"And we have time, so start." He stood taller and held the pen firmer.
"Where should I start?" Feeling uncomfortable with slouching, I sat straighter.
"From the beginning would be a good place, but if you want to go ahead and start at the end I'm sure the readers will understand perfectly." He rolled his eyes and smirked. I stuck out my tongue and took a deep breath.
"It's amazing how easily we judge books by their covers. Just like we judge people, just like they judged me. They saw my cover and never looked beyond that. Then they would move on to another shelf, another person. Until someone opened my book and read my story, and helped me write a new chapter.
That's my story. That's where my adventure began."
"I have to say, this 'someone' who helped you seems like a great guy." He smirked.
"And very modest too." I huffed and rolled my eyes. "This is my chapter, now be quiet." I glared at him. he raised his hands up in surrender, though I knew he would never surrender.
"Okay, Miss. BossyPants." His smirk grew wider. I crossed my arms and raised an eyebrow. He chuckled at the memory. I held my glare.
"Fine! I'll be quiet." his shoulders bounced up and down as if he were laughing, but he didn't make a sound. I uncrossed my arms and took a deep breath.
"The soft pounding of rain awakened me from my normal nightmares. I wasn't prepared, the tears started to flow. Three years. It's been a year now. A soft moan made me reach for my glasses, making me see I wasn't by the empty casket, I was in my room. I forced my eyes to blink away the tears. I looked at the window, the rain and the wind twirled and danced with the colorful yellow and red leaves.
A small smile spread on my lips as memories of my parents dancing in our kitchen play like a movie in my mind. The tears were threatening to break through my walls, but before they had the chance, I jumped out of bed. Thinking only of the plaid shirt and blue jeans. That's how you stay strong, you focus on a subject. You don't move your eyes, or your broken mind. You stay on target until the task is complete and then you move on to another target. This way you will never fade.
My new target was the stairs that creaked with every shift of a toe. My eyes traced the darkened brown lines that spread across the wood.
Twenty-three steps later, I met the sweet smell of vanilla coffee. I looked up and saw my mom at the counter swinging her arms everywhere, reaching for the milk and the grounded coffee. I forced a smile. I no longer thought I was the only early bird in the town. Mom's pale, blue eyes woke up before the sun ever since the men arrived to tell us the news. She also had to focus to keep from breaking. That's why she moved us into the retired, old building and opened the coffee shop.
As soon as I took a step closer to the counter, she turned around and met me with comforting arms and a warm cup of hot chocolate. I didn't need to see that she was holding back tears, she was torn to pieces when the men came. Her husband, my father went missing in action on the field. Who knows how he died, I forced myself to not imagine him bleeding, or suffering. Wondering how he would get home to his beautiful wife and daughter. She continued to hug me, telling me everything I needed to hear without using words.
She let go, I could tell she was focusing on my face. The face that had her similar round eyes, slim nose, and high cheek bones. Her eyes studied my thick mouth and deep brown eyes that my father had. She then started focusing on my hair. The soft waves of dark chestnut flowed down to my waist. I smiled the brightest one I could manage and took a step back. She nodded and smiled. We both were comforting each other even without words, sometimes without touch. We both knew what we needed to keep strong. Focus.
We moved on in silence. I grabbed five coffee cups and set them down on the counter. She took the grinds of the coffee and set them by the cups. I signed a thank you and she nodded. I turned toward the boiling hot water. I flipped the switch and poured the water onto the grinds stirring it around and around. I poured more hot water as the bell rang signaling the first customer has arrived.
Mr. Don, the mayor, seemed to hold a piece of sunshine in his pocket, his eyes traced the room merrily. When his eyes rested on my mom, he melted into a puddle. It was no secret he thought Momma was beautiful, every man in town thought so, but the mayor seemed to see her beauty farther than her skin. I tensed when I saw him fix his hair. I reached up and brushed my bangs away, trying not to get mad. There could never be a man as great for my mom as my dad was. I turned, focusing on my breaths. Turning back to Mayor Don, I put on my best smile.
"Good morning Mayor, can I get you your usual?" I asked biting my lip so I wouldn't laugh at my fake southern accent.
"Yes please miss. And by the way, I think your accent is getting better." He winked and I chuckled.
"It's not good for a mayor to lie, is it?" I asked innocently while brewing his coffee. I focused on his deep chuckle. Momma walked into the back, she wasn't going to talk to him today and the mayor seemed to notice. I caught a hint of disappointment flash in his eyes but he quickly went back to his normal merry self. I poured him a cup, watching carefully for any unwanted grains. Satisfied, I brought the hot cup to him. He held out the exact amount, I suddenly smiled for real this time. Exact, was one of my favorite words.
"Thank you, Mayor, have a great day!" I considered his eyes, he was still hurt from Momma's rejection.
"Thank you, tell your Mother I said my hello." He turned and walked off, not wanting to hear another word about how I would do so, since he knew she could hear him.
I heaved a deep breath and rolled my eyes. The bell rang again and I rushed in front of the counter. In walked my best friend since second grade, Emily Porter. She looked at me with her bright green eyes that held so much compassion and mercy. I immediately started to cry, she knew what today was. She held out her arms and I hobbled into them. She mumbled and clicked her tongue, signaling me to look at what she would sign. Emily was deaf, I met her in second grade. No one could communicate with her and so I set out to make her my best friend. I had made my dad drive me to the bookstore after school so I could pick out a book on sign language. Ever since, we have been the best of friends.
"I know this is going to be a hard day for you, but remember, your dad wouldn't want you to mope. He would want you to spend the day remembering the happy moments." She signed with a reassuring smile on her face. My lip quivered. I nodded and hugged her again. She was my rock when I lost my dad. She had loved him like a father since he too learned sign language for her. I let go and signed her a thank you. She nodded and wiped away a tear on my cheek.
"How are you feeling today?" I asked.
"Fine, I am just remembering the first sleepover at your house and how your parents were so sure about how they were fluent signers and when I asked where's the restroom they freaked out and were confused." We both laughed for a minute, reminiscing on the memory.
"Thank you, I needed that." I signed back, she nodded.
"I have to go to speech therapy, I'll see you at six." She waited for my nod and hugged me. Emily was an inspiration, though she was deaf, she was working on being able to perform on stage for theater. I watched her turned to wave at my mom who apparently was watching us. My mom jogged up to us and hugged her so tightly. When she let go, Emily put a hand on my mom's cheek. Momma nodded and Emily out her hand down. We watched Emily leave and I turned to my mom.
She freely let the tears come. I hugged her as if I was the glue that held her together. She let go and took a deep breath.
"It's time to remember the happy times, to remember all the lives he touched. I know this is going to be a hard day, so I'll be in the back making brownies if you need anything." Brownies were my dad's favorite, I nodded and took her hand before she walked away.
"And I'm here if you need anything." She nodded slowly and smiled. I let her go and I walked back to the counter.
The bell rang again.
I glanced up, and had to bit my lip to stop myself from gasping. A guy, who seemed to be about my age, walked in. The stranger was tall, with broad shoulders and had a muscular shape. His black rain coat reached down to the middle of his black boots. He shook off the coat to reveal a tight fitted black shirt and dusted blue jeans. I looked up to his face. I traced his long nose and big lips in my mind. I was drawing him with my eyes. His eyes struck me, I couldn't look away. They were teal blue with hints of gold pecks that could be seen from miles away. He held my stare, a small smirk played on his face.
I turned my back, hiding the heat that creeped up on my cheeks. I bent down, reaching the cans of coffee beans. I turned my head just in time to see my mom had walked up behind the counter to get something and smile politely at the stranger and leave the room. Leaving me to help Mr. Handsome. I cast a glare to her but she wouldn't notice, she was in the back. I turned to face the stranger, his face showed that he was amused. I smiled and bit my tongue, I couldn't find the words to say. I silently argued with myself. He was just a guy, yes, he was handsome but still a human being.
"Welcome to The Coffee House, what can I get you today?" I broke eye contact to look at the blank screen computer, pretending to read something more important. My ears perked up when I heard the stranger's deep voice echoing through the silent coffee shop.
"Hello, I need whatever is the best drink you got please." then he turned and walked away. my mouth was left in a shape of an O. I turned to the machine that creates the best coffee in the world. The Chai Lover Coffee Monster was our number one seller. It is chai that has spice and love all in one sip while still having coffee that could keep you sane for the rest of the day. And of course, always a unique design on the top.
Unlike what most girls would've done, I did a mountain view instead of my phone number. I set it down on the counter by the cash register, I waited for him to get up and pay for his drink. but he didn't. I crossed my arms. He watched me, drumming his fingers. I have no clue why this made me so mad, but it did.
"Come on 'princess', we aren't bringing it to you!" Confidence seemed to control me, I never yelled at strangers. He smirked. It made the hairs on my arms stand up, I clenched my hands under the counter. I tried to not think about what I just did, instead I thought about the smell of the brownie batter that started to rise in the air. He got up and walk casually toward me. I focused on my heart beat, it was going faster than I wanted it to. Surprisingly my cheeks weren't red with embarrassment.
"Yes, Miss. Bossy," He threw a ten-dollar bill on the counter. 'Have a good day." and he turned his back to me and walked out the door like he owned he place."
"And that was when my life turned into a crazy rollercoaster." I smiled.
"Yes, I did bring fun and adventure to your life, your welcome from Mr. Handsome." He winked.
"That's not how I remember it. I remember you bringing me problems and pain." I motioned towards my leg. He rolled his eyes, but I could see the guilt and regret in his eyes.
"Hey, You really did turn my world into a beautiful place. Now, it's your chapter." I stood up and leaned forward him. As I locked eyes with him, I took the pen and paper out of his hands and sat back down.
In Acts 25 -26 we read how Paul boldly defended his faith before Porcius Festus, King Agrippa and Felix. Once in Rome, Paul spends two years under house arrest, chained to a guard, but he is finally in the city where he had longed to be for years (Romans 15:23). And while there he has the opportunity to write the epistles Ephesians, Philippians, Colossians, and Philemon. Persecution many-times is a unique opportunity to bring out the greatness in you.
The way to succeed in trials is explained in 1 Peter 1:6-7: "In this you greatly rejoice, even though now for a little while, if necessary, you have been distressed by various trials, that the proof of your faith, being more precious than gold which perishes, even though tested by fire, may be found to result in praise and glory and honor at the revelation of Jesus Christ."
Christianity is not all about preaching the Word of God only where you are celebrated but spreading the gospel to the ends of the earth. Being able to stand strong in the face of persecution for your belief and faith in God. In the book of Acts 26:28; Agrippa replied to Paul, "Do you think that in such a short time you can persuade me to be a Christian?" However, Paul did not relent in his persuasion. Paul spoke with so much boldness as though he was not afraid of death because he knew who he belongs to. He was indeed happy to be a Christian and boasted of his belief in God.
Many times we are ashamed of our religion when faced with the so called prestigious men, we respect personality above truth because we need their applause just like Porcius Festus. He was to Paul what Pontius Pilate was to Jesus. He valued peace with the Jews more than justice and, despite determining his prisoner was innocent, sent him to judgment. In his quest for political control, Festus dismissed Paul’s situation as a “dispute . . . about their own religion” (Acts 25:19).
Do not be discourage when faced with trials. Trials and tribulations come with both a purpose and a reward. "Consider it all joy, my brethren,when you encounter various trials, knowing that the testing of your faith produces endurance. And let endurance have its perfect result, that you may be perfect and complete, lacking in nothing. . . . Blessed is the man who perseveres under trial; for once he has been approved, he will receive the crown of life, which the Lord has promised to those who love Him" (James 1:2-4,12).
Brethren, "put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand, stand firm then, with the belt of truth buckled around your waist, with the breastplate of righteousness in place and with your feet fitted with the readiness that comes from the gospel of peace" - Ephesians 6:13 -15
I love Jesus and am proud to be identified with Him. I am a Christian because Jesus took upon Himself what belongs to us so that we could receive what belongs to Him. Other religions do not put their faith in their prophets but Christianity is the only religion where my Saviour, Jesus, gave His life for me, to take my life from me in order that He may live His life in me. Other reasons are as follows:
1. God does not sleep:
When you accept Christ the Holy Spirit comes to dwell in you. The Holy Spirit in the inside of you never sleeps or slumber. Now false gods may sleep, in that they do not answer or respond to people. Remember the story of Elijah? He challenged the priests of Baal and they all gathered together to see which god would answer by sending fire to consume the offerings. But when the priests of Baal called out to Baal nothing happened. And so Elijah taunted them saying of Baal – “Either he is musing, or he is relieving himself, or he is on a journey, or perhaps he is asleep and must be awakened” – 1 Kings 18:27. But God, our Divine insomnia is always awake. Mummy and daddy will fall asleep because they are weak and vulnerable, He is always awake. Indeed, he who watches over Israel will neither slumber nor sleep (Psalm 121:4). He watches over me and all of us. He comforts me when there is no one to lean on to. He is closer than a brother, He warns me of any danger and advises me before I make every decision. One in Christ is a majority. His very nature overcomes my weakness. He understands when no one does and he fills every emptiness. He shares a love so beautiful,that a true christian cannot be ashamed to speak of His goodness.
2. Jesus gives peace
The coming together of Father and Son into your spirit brings a certain kind of peace that the world cannot give you. Anyone can give up on you but the assurance that you are the Apple of God's eye no matter what happens, brings great joy and peace that no one can take away from you. It is the greatest power that over comes depression. Isaiah 49:16 says we have been engraved in the palm of His Hands. No one can snatch me away from Him because I have been permanently tattooed on the palm of God's Hands. Isn't it interesting that there was a huge storm and everyone in the boat panicked but Jesus was sleeping (Mark 4:38), he had confidence in His Father. The Bible says the sleep of a believer will be sweet and peaceful because he knows the Lord is with him (Proverbs 3:24; Psalm 4:8). This is why Jesus, when He was awakened, rebuked the disciples with the question “Have you still no faith?” (Mark 4:40). Jesus’ deity can make the “winds and water obey” (Luke 8:25). Jesus rescued the apostles from the storm, He is also able to rescue us from the storms of everyday life: sickness, job loss, marriage problems, and even the sting of death (1 Corinthians 15:55).
3. Grace and Mercy
I am Christian because the grace of God helps me overcome temptations and empowers me to live a holy life. Grace is a license to overcome sin. Titus 2:11-15 (NIV) - "For the grace of God has appeared that offers salvation to all people. It teaches us to say “No” to ungodliness and worldly passions, and to live self-controlled, upright and godly lives in this present age, while we wait for the blessed hope—the appearing of the glory of our great God and Savior, Jesus Christ, who gave himself for us to redeem us from all wickedness and to purify for himself a people that are his very own, eager to do what is good".
Apostle Paul is a typical example of the grace and mercy of God. He persecuted Christians and gave approval for Stephen to be killed but its a great mystery that the Lord appeared to him and He became an evangelist. Christianity can transform a thief today to an evangelist and a prostitute to a deceit lady. The mercy of the Lord cannot be measured, it out numbers the sand on the sea shore. We are a mystery of Christ being revealed.
It should be remembered at Jesus’ crucifixion, two thieves were crucified beside Him (Luke 23:33–43. But one of the thieves responded in faith to the message of salvation and was taken to paradise that very day. Beloved, no matter how extreme our offense may be and no matter what people think about us, it is never too late to repent, the Lord's loving hands is always open and stretch out to us. This is the very reason why He left His Heavenly throne to reconcile us back to the Father after our first parents sinned. It is remarkable that, while in the excruciating, painful and mind-numbing torment of the cross, the Son of Man had the heart, mind, and will to pray for others ("Father, forgive them; for they do not know what they are doing."Luke 23:34).
I am a Christian because God loved me first so much so He sent his only begotten son to die for me, can any parents give up his only child for a friend who hurt him? God did it. He loved me while I was yet a sinner. He loved me to the cross and back. Jesus died for me and did not mind if I will love him back. A love so courageous that did not count its cost.
He guides me in the most miracles way (Psalm 91). He sends His Angels to protect me so my foot does not hit against a stone. In a world where Satan causes all manner of afflictions and hardship, Jesus is our strong hold. He has liberated us from every curse and affliction. The righteous run to him and are saved. In Daniel 3:23 three men, Shadrach, Meshach and Abed-nego were thrown into a burning furnace because they refused to bow to other gods. God came to their rescue as He sent a fourth man into the fire and the flames did not burn them but isn't it interesting that those that threw the men into the fire got burnt but the men in the fire were untouched. This is the power of God. One of my testimonies on God's protection is He saved me from snakes. Jesus is also our defender, He did not only save the men thrown to the fire, He vindicated them. I too was slandered and wrongly accused but He rescued me.
5. Great Healer
I am a Christian because by His stripes we were healed (Isaiah 53:5), the word “healed” as translated from both Hebrew and Greek, can mean either spiritual or physical healing. Nothing Jesus went through was wasted, every stroke, every pain was all for our good. When Jesus came, He went about doing good, healing the sick, restoring sight to the blind, no case was hopeless to Him for He even raised the dead. The Bible records a woman with the issue of blood for 15years healed by just touching Jesus cloak (Luke 8:43-48). And He is still doing it in the present day. A couple of years ago, I had an accident, afflicted and could not walk for some months but the Lord gave me back my feet. I was sick in my body and breast but He healed me. His healing power is immeasurable.
6. Great Provider
Psalm 127:2 says, “It is in vain that you rise up early and go late to rest, eating the bread of anxious toil; for he gives to his beloved sleep.” We don’t need to wear ourselves out with our work. God is busy providing for our needs, even while we sleep. I was broke and he provided for me. I was jobless and he gave me a job and a means of survival. The Holy Spirit is always available to give us ideas that will enable us to be financial blessed. And beyond our work – we can let go of our burdens and anxieties for tomorrow and next week and next month. We can let go and rest because God is busy working on all this even as we rest.
I am not a Christian because I want to accomplish some aim or goal. I am a Christian because it is evidential truth that God is not dead. His divinity is ever present guiding and watching over His children. Jesus lives and He is always speaking on my behalf, this is why anytime His name is called it produces results. Because Emmanuel lives I expect victory every time.The Bible is God's solution book to us, it never fails and it is alive with power that cannot be comprehended.They are uncountable reasons why I am a Christian but I will stop here.
We are am complete in Christ. No one comes to the Father except through Him (John 14:6).
However, In Mat 10:6; Jesus said:"I am sending you out like sheep among wolves. Therefore be as shrewd as snakes and as innocent as doves". When your faith is put on trial even though sheep are proverbially stupid—Jesus counters that notion by saying “be wise as serpents.” So vulnerability, not stupidity, be like snakes, not sheep, when it comes to being smart. I take that to mean that snakes are quick to get out of the way. They go under rock. So we should possess both the snake-intelligence and the dove-innocence, they are both designed to keep the sheep out of trouble. Therefore try to find ways to give your witness in a way that does not bring down unnecessary persecution.
More so, be submit to the leading of the Holy Spirit. Thou mayest do in this as it is in thy heart. If it is in thy heart to fly, fly; if it be in thy heart to stand, stand. Anything but a denial of the truth. He that flies, has warrant to do so; he that stands, has warrant to do so. Yes, the same man may both fly and stand, as the call and working of God with his heart may be. Moses fled, Ex. 2:15; Moses stood, Heb. 11:27. David fled, 1 Sam. 19:12; David stood, 1 Sam. 24:8. Jeremiah fled, Jer. 37:11-12; Jeremiah stood, Jer. 38:17. Christ withdrew himself, Luke 19:10; Christ stood, John 18:1-8. Paul fled, 2 Cor. 11:33; Paul stood, Act 20:22-23. . . .
Finally, anyone can preach the Gospel after reading it in his own understanding, only a few can live it. By their fruits we shall know them, our lifestyle should express the Word of God. So that those who are blind can sense it and when people come in contact with you let Christ reflex. Am not a Christian to lift my name up, am a Christian to exalt His name.