God Incarnate, the End of Fear

September 24, 2017

What a wonderfully uplifting post by Sherry, of the “He Hath Said” blog. Be encouraged by the song “God Will Take Care of You” and by the “Prince of Preacher’s” sermon entitled “God Incarnate the End of Fear!”

He Hath Said

You who are King of kings and Lord of lords, we worship You. Before Jehovah’s awful throne we bow with sacred joy. 

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All My Soul Needs ~

September 4, 2017

Another gem by Deborah Ann…

CHRISTian poetry ~ by deborah ann

The Lord is my Shepherd,
I want nothing more
then the joy and glory
for me He has in store.

He satisfies my thirst,
my hunger He fills
my anxiety and fears
He calms and stills.

The Lord is my Shepherd,
I want not a thing
for my heart is set
on the peace He’ll bring.

He is my saving Light,
He is my High Rock
I’m so blessed to be
a part of His flock.

The Lord is my Shepherd,
there’s nothing I lack
my faith in Him is all . . .
He want’s me to give back!

~~~~~~~

Psalm 23.1

“The Lord is my shepherd;
I shall not want.”

King James Version
Public Domain

Copyright 2017
Deborah Ann Belka

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Was America Founded to be Secular?

July 4, 2017

I applaud PragerU for articulating the truth of America’s history. The men quoted here weren’t all necessarily Christians but they knew how important religion and particularly Judeo-Christian beliefs were to the establishment and continued welfare of the nation. Their words are as true today as they were when they spoke them over two hundred years ago.

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Justification by Faith

June 26, 2017

Few can explain things like the Prince of Preachers.

CR


“There brake He the arrows of the bow, the shield, and the sword, and the battle.”

June 12, 2017

“Each day is a blessing”
photo by Robert Couse-Baker

“There brake He the arrows of the bow, the shield, and the sword, and the battle.”
Psalm 76:3

Our Redeemer’s glorious cry of “It is finished,” was the death-knell of all the adversaries of his people, the breaking of “the arrows of the bow, the shield, and the sword, and the battle.” Behold the hero of Golgotha using his cross as an anvil, and his woes as a hammer, dashing to shivers bundle after bundle of our sins, those poisoned “arrows of the bow;” trampling on every indictment, and destroying every accusation. What glorious blows the mighty Breaker gives with a hammer far more ponderous than the fabled weapon of Thor! How the diabolical darts fly to fragments, and the infernal bucklers are broken like potters’ vessels! Behold, he draws from its sheath of hellish workmanship the dread sword of Satanic power! He snaps it across his knee, as a man breaks the dry wood of a fagot, and casts it into the fire. Beloved, no sin of a believer can now be an arrow mortally to wound him, no condemnation can now be a sword to kill him, for the punishment of our sin was borne by Christ, a full atonement was made for all our iniquities by our blessed Substitute and Surety. Who now accuseth? Who now condemneth? Christ hath died, yea rather, hath risen again. Jesus has emptied the quivers of hell, has quenched every fiery dart, and broken off the head of every arrow of wrath; the ground is strewn with the splinters and relics of the weapons of hell’s warfare, which are only visible to us to remind us of our former danger, and of our great deliverance. Sin hath no more dominion over us. Jesus has made an end of it, and put it away forever. O thou enemy, destructions are come to a perpetual end. Talk ye of all the wondrous works of the Lord, ye who make mention of his name, keep not silence, neither by day, nor when the sun goeth to his rest. Bless the Lord, O my soul.

C.H.Spurgeon

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He’s Alive!

April 16, 2017

Photo from “The Hope Blog”

Published today on Ingrid Schlueter’s “The Hope Blog:”

This is from the 6th Century Christian hymn, “At the Lamb’s High Feast We Sing.”

At the Lamb’s high feast we sing,
Praise to our victorious King,
Who hath washed us in the tide
Flowing from his pierced side;
Praise we Him, whose love divine
Gives His sacred blood for wine,
Gives His body for the feast,
Christ the Victim, Christ the Priest.

Where the Paschal blood is poured,
Death’s dark angel sheathes his sword;
Israel’s hosts triumphant go
Through the wave that drowns the foe.
Praise we Christ, whose blood was shed,
Paschal Victim, paschal Bread;
With sincerity and love
Eat we Manna from above.

Mighty Victim from the sky,
Hell’s fierce powers beneath Thee lie;
Thou hast conquered in the fight,
Thou hast brought us life and light;
Now no more can death appall,
Now no more the grave enthrall;
Thou hast opened Paradise,
And in Thee Thy saints shall rise.

Paschal triumph, Easter joy,
Only sin can this destroy;
From sin’s death do Thou set free
Souls reborn, O Lord, in Thee.
Hymns of glory and of praise,
Father, to Thee we raise;
Risen Lord, all praise to Thee,
Ever with the Spirit be.


His Peace

December 13, 2016

I saw this on Ingrid Schlueter’s The Hope Blog today.

I had to share it because it reminds me so much of the unmerited grace that God has had on me. There is pain, there is sadness, yet there is hope and joy.

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