What would you do with the opportunity – nay, the privilege – to witness Christ to people as they approached the very edge of the abyss? I don’t mean tell them along life’s way where they have plenty of time to forget; I mean what if you are literally their last chance to be saved? If you had the chance to tell them – not “preach” to them by the world’s definitions, but lovingly proclaim Jesus as Savior – would you take it with all your might? Or would you let them breach the precipice of eternity unsaved – one by one – and be lost forever?
Would you clutch each of them to your bosom and pray all the heart of God and Blood of Jesus into them to redeem their perpetual cause, whether they ultimately listened to you or not?
So would I, my friends… so would I…
Merciful, merciful God – this is Your doing, not mine… and I absolutely love You.
Last Wednesday night Lynette and I returned from our ministry/vacation trip out west.
The week out there was very successful. We brought strength to her aging parents who have lived faithful lives for Jesus and who have been very dear to me over the past 20 years. We hung out with them for 6 – 8 hours each day and attended church with them on Sunday. We prayed with them, had long talks, and encouraged them in the Lord as God directed… it was a wonderful visit.
Our flights were perfect going out; coming back, the planes were a little late, but everything worked out fine; it was good to fly above our Father’s world and see the activity of His angelic hosts going to and fro to accomplish His will. He showed me the angels specifically protecting our aircrafts, and it made me tearful and grateful during each flight. God kept the house safe and sound in our absence, posting ministering spirits even before we left – He is faithful.
Those who encourage and lift up the saved and unsaved will, themselves, be lifted up and encouraged. Without God, we are nothing. With God, we are and have everything.
Thank You, Jesus.
It’s actually something like seven or eight blogs and a website these days… but I can’t find it in my heart to change the name of this blog because it’s meant so much to me. In many ways it’s my literary hiding place.
Um, Sharon… the blog is public, right? So how can it be a “hiding place”?
Those who know what it is to take solace in expressing thoughts in any way you please understand why I’ve deemed it such. The place where my emotions about my emotions can be expressed is defined by me as a hiding place… the greatest of which is GOD Himself.
I love this blog, and I adore discussing the “secret things” of the other blogs within this forum.
For instance, Glory Shield Ministries website looks better than ever to me because it is so simple. I had complicated things too much before; early on I was learning and it showed. Not that I’m not still learning and ever learning (gratefully), but I’ve only lately become of the opinion that simpler is better and it really works for me. Thank You, Jesus.
I hesitated a little at first to undertake the “Theater of My Mind” blog because it is so frank and often unyielding a forum for my forgotten thoughts not so forgotten. I can address what’s on my heart as though it is not me; I can remember, release, and forgive – all in writing. I can express my innermost soul of mental definitions in hatred and fear and humor and pain… and then turn it all over to God.
You’re an odd bird, Sharon. Thank God for “Shamma”. Thank God for His love of us both… and thank God for this diary blog.
Seven or Eight Blogs and a Website…? Nah, I think it sounds best with the name remaining the same.
SHARON and SHAMMA