"Here I Stand
I am a soldier in the Army of God! The lord Jesus Christ is my commanding officer! The Bible is my code of conduct! Faith, prayer and the Word of God are my weapons of warfare!
I have been taught by the Holy Spirit, trained by experience, tried by adversity, and tested by fire. I am a volunteer in this army and I am enlisted for eternity. I will not get out, sell out, be talked out, or pushed out!
I am faithful, reliable, capable, and dependable. If my God needs me, I am there. If he needs me to teach children in Sunday school, to work with youth, help adults, or just sit and learn; I am there!
I am a soldier! I am not a baby, I do not need to be pampered, petted, primed, pumped up, picked up, or pepped up! I am a soldier. No one has to call me, remind me, write me, visit me, entice or lure me.
I am a soldier! I am not a wimp! I am in my place, saluting my King, obeying his orders, praising his name and building his kingdom. No one has to send me flowers, gifts, cards, food, candy, or give me handouts.
I am committed! I cannot have my feelings hurt bad enough to turn me around! I cannot be discouraged enough to turn a side. I cannot lose enough to cause me to quit. When Jesus called me into this army, I had nothing! If I end up with nothing, I will break even.
I will win! God will supply all my needs! I am more than a conqueror! I will always triumph! I can do all things through Christ! Devils cannot stop me! Money cannot buy me! Governments cannot silent me! And Hell cannot handle me!
I am a soldier! Even death cannot destroy me, for when my commander calls me from this battlefield, He will promote me to captain and then bring me back to rule this world with Him! I am a soldier in Gods Army! I will never surrender to the enemy! I will never turn back! I am a soldier, marching heavenward, claiming victory as I go!
Here I stand! Will you stand with me?"(Thanks to Jenn for this)
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"When I say I'm a Christian"
When I say... "I am a Christian"
I'm not shouting "I'm clean livin."
I'm whispering "I was lost,"
Now I'm found and forgiven.
When I say..."I am a Christian"
I don't speak of this with pride.
I'm confessing that I stumble
and need CHRIST to be my guide.
When I say... "I am a Christian"
I'm not trying to be strong.
I'm professing that I'm weak
and need HIS strength to carry on.
When I say... "I am a Christian"
I'm not bragging of success.
I'm admitting I have failed
and need God to clean my mess.
When I say... "I am a Christian"
I'm not claiming to be perfect,
My flaws are far too visible
but, God believes I am worth it.
When I say... "I am a Christian"
I still feel the sting of pain,
I have my share of heartaches
So I call upon His name.
When I say... "I am a Christian"
I'm not holier than thou,
I'm just a simple sinner
who received God's good grace, somehow
By Maya Angelou
"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 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 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, 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.
Written by Brian Moore who died on May 27, 1997
"Emergency Telephone Numbers"
These are more effective than 911. Call when . . .
You are sad, phone......John 14
You have sinned, phone ........Psalm 51
You are facing danger, phone .......Psalm 91
People have failed you, phone .........Psalm 27
It feels as though God is far from you, phone .......Psalm 139
Your faith needs stimulation, phone .......Hebrews 11
You are alone and scared, phone.........Psalm 23
You are worried, phone........Matthew 8:19–34
You are hurt and critical, phone ........1 Corinthians 13
You wonder about Christianity, phone........2 Corinthians 5:15-18
You feel like an outcast, phone ..........Romans 8:31-39
You are seeking peace, phone..........Matthew 11:25-30
It feels as if the world is bigger than God, phone........Psalm 90
You need Christ like insurance, phone.........Romans 8:1-30
You are leaving home for a trip, phone ..........Psalm 121
You are praying for yourself, phone .........Psalm 87
You require courage for a task, phone........... Joshua 1
Inflation's and investments are hogging your thoughts, phone........Mark 10:17-31
You are depressive, phone ............ Psalm 27
Your bank account is empty, phone ..........Psalm 37
You lose faith in mankind, phone.........Corinthians 13
It looks like people are unfriendly, phone........John 15
You are losing hope, phone..........Psalm 126
You feel the world is small compared to you, phone .........Psalm 19
You want to carry fruit, phone..........John 15
Paul's secret for happiness, phone .........Colossians 3:12-17
With big opportunity/discovery, phone .........Isaiah 55
To get along with other people, phone ........Romans 12
ALTERNATE NUMBERS
For dealing with fear, call ...........Psalm 3:47
For security, call ............Psalm 121:3
For assurance, call...........Mark 8:35
For reassurance, call ...........Psalm 145:18
All of these numbers may be phoned directly
No Operator assistance is necessary
All lines to Heaven are available 24 hours a day
"The Vision"
"The Vision" by Pete Greig:
THE VISION
So this guy comes up to me and says "what's the vision? What's the big idea?" I open my mouth and words come out like this…
The vision?
The vision is JESUS – obsessively, dangerously, undeniably Jesus.
The vision is an army of young people.
You see bones? I see an army. And they are FREE from materialism.
They laugh at 9-5 little prisons.
They could eat caviar on Monday and crusts on Tuesday.
They wouldn't even notice.
They know the meaning of the Matrix, the way the west was won.
They are mobile like the wind, they belong to the nations. They need no passport.. People write their addresses in pencil and wonder at their strange existence.
They are free yet they are slaves of the hurting and dirty and dying.
What is the vision ?
The vision is holiness that hurts the eyes. It makes children laugh and adults angry. It gave up the game of minimum integrity long ago to reach for the stars. It scorns the good and strains for the best. It is dangerously pure.
Light flickers from every secret motive, every private conversation.
It loves people away from their suicide leaps, their Satan games.
This is an army that will lay down its life for the cause.
A million times a day its soldiers choose to loose
that they might one day win
the great 'Well done' of faithful sons and daughters.
Such heroes are as radical on Monday morning as Sunday night. They don't need fame from names. Instead they grin quietly upwards and hear the crowds chanting again and again: "COME ON!"
And this is the sound of the underground
The whisper of history in the making
Foundations shaking
Revolutionaries dreaming once again
Mystery is scheming in whispers
Conspiracy is breathing…
This is the sound of the underground
And the army is discipl(in)ed. Young people who beat their bodies into submission.
Every soldier would take a bullet for his comrade at arms.
The tattoo on their back boasts "for me to live is Christ and to die is gain".
Sacrifice fuels the fire of victory in their upward eyes. Winners. Martyrs. Who can stop them ?
Can hormones hold them back?
Can failure succeed? Can fear scare them or death kill them ?
And the generation prays like a dying man
with groans beyond talking,
with warrior cries, sulphuric tears and
with great barrow loads of laughter!
Waiting. Watching: 24 – 7 – 365.
Whatever it takes they will give: Breaking the rules. Shaking mediocrity from its cosy little hide. Laying down their rights and their precious little wrongs, laughing at labels, fasting essentials. The advertisers cannot mould them. Hollywood cannot hold them. Peer-pressure is powerless to shake their resolve at late night parties before the cockerel cries.
They are incredibly cool, dangerously attractive (On the inside).
On the outside? They hardly care. They wear clothes like costumes to communicate and celebrate but never to hide.
Would they surrender their image or their popularity?
They would lay down their very lives - swap seats with the man on death row - guilty as hell. A throne for an electric chair.
With blood and sweat and many tears, with sleepless nights and fruitless days,
they pray as if it all depends on God and live as if it all depends on them.
Their DNA chooses JESUS. (He breathes out, they breathe in.)
Their subconscious sings. They had a blood transfusion with Jesus.
Their words make demons scream in shopping centres.
Don't you hear them coming?
Herald the weirdo's! Summon the losers and the freaks. Here come the frightened and forgotten with fire in their eyes. They walk tall and trees applaud, skyscrapers bow, mountains are dwarfed by these children of another dimension. Their prayers summon the hounds of heaven and invoke the ancient dream of Eden.
And this vision will be. It will come to pass; it will come easily; it will come soon.
How do I know? Because this is the longing of creation itself, the groaning of the Spirit, the very dream of God.
My tomorrow is his today. My distant hope is his 3D. And my feeble, whispered, faithless prayer invokes a thunderous, resounding, bone-shaking great 'Amen!'
from countless angels,
from hero's of the faith,
from Christ himself.
And he is the original dreamer, the ultimate winner.
Guaranteed.
Books:
The Bible. - Read it. Know it. Apply it. Use it.
Hebrews 4:12- For the word of God is full of living power. It is sharper than the sharpest knife, cutting deep into our innermost thoughts and desires. It exposes us for what we really are.
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Heroes:
I have a Hero. His name is: Advocate (1 John 2:1), Lamb Of God (John 1:29), The Resurrection and The Life (John 11:25), Shepherd and Bishop of Souls (1 Peter 2:25), Judge (Acts 10:42), Lord of Lords (1 Timothy 6:15), Man Of Sorrows (Isaiah 53:3), Head of The Church (Ephesians 5:23), Master (Matthew 8:19), Faithful and True Witness (Revelation 3:14), Rock (1 Corinthisans 10:4), High Priest (Hebrews 6:20), The Door (John 10:9), Living Water (John 4:10), Bread Of Life (John 6:35), Rose Of Sharon (Song of Solomon 2:1), Alpha and Omega (Revelation 22:13), True Vine (John 15:1), Messiah (Daniel 9:25), Teacher (John 3:2), Holy One (Mark 1:24), Mediator (1 Timothy 2:5), The Beloved (Ephesians 1:6), Branch (Isaiah 11:1), Carpenter (Mark 6:3), Good Shepherd (John 10:11), Light Of The World (John 8:12), Image Of The Invisible God (Colossians 1:15), The Word (John 1:1), Chief Cornerstone (Ephesians 2:20), Savior (John 4:42), Servant (Matthew 12:18), Author and Finisher Of Our Faith (Hebrews 12:2), The Almighty (Revelation 1:8), Everlasting Father (Isaiah 9:6), Shiloh (Genesis 49:10), Lion of The Tribe of Judah (Revelation 5:5), I Am (John 8:58), King Of Kings (1 Timothy 6:15), Prince Of Peace (Isaiah 9:6), Bridegroom (Matthew 9:15), Only Begotten Son (John 3:16), Wonderful Counselor (Isaiah 9:6), Immanuel (Matthew 1:23), Son of Man (Matthew 20:28), Dayspring (Luke 1:78), The Amen (Revelation 3:14), King Of The Jews (Mark 15:26), Prophet (Matthew 21:11), Redeemer (Job 19:25), Anchor (Hebrews 6:19), Bright Morning Star (Revelation 22:16), The Way, The Truth and The Life (John 14:6).
But you might know him as Jesus!
