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Innocent Blood

Innocent Blood

Innocent Blood

The day is over, you are driving home. You tune in your radio. You hear a little blurb about a little village in India where some villagers have died suddenly, strangely, of a flu that has never been seen before. It’s not influenza, but three or four fellows are dead, and it’s kind of interesting. They’re sending some doctors over there to investigate it.

You don’t think much about it, but on Sunday, coming home from church, you hear another radio spot. Only they say it’s not three villagers, it’s 30,000 villagers in the back hills of this particular area of India, and it’s on TV that night. CNN runs a little blurb; people are heading there from the disease center in Atlanta because this disease strain has never been seen before.

By Monday morning when you get up, it’s the lead story. For it’s not just India; it’s Pakistan, Afghanistan, Iran, and before you know it, you’re hearing this story everywhere and they have coined it now as “the mystery flu”.

The President has made some comment that he and everyone are praying and hoping that all will go well over there. But everyone is wondering, “How are we going to contain it?” That’s when the President of France makes an announcement that shocks Europe. He is closing their borders. No flights from India, Pakistan, or any of the countries where this thing has been seen.

That night you are watching a little bit of CNN before going to bed. Your jaw hits your chest when a weeping woman is translated from a French news program into English: “There’s a man lying in a hospital in Paris dying of the mystery flu. “It has come to Europe. Panic strikes. As best they can tell, once you get it, you have it for a week and you don’t know it. Then you have four days of unbelievable symptoms. Then you die. Britain closes it’s borders, but it’s too late. South Hampton, Liverpool, North Hampton, and it’s Tuesday morning when the President of the United States makes the following announcement:

“Due to a national security risk, all flights to and from Europe and Asia have been canceled. If your loved ones are overseas, I’m sorry. They cannot come back until we find a cure for this thing.”

Within four days our nation has been plunged into an unbelievable fear. People are selling little masks for your face. People are talking about what if it comes to this country, and preachers on Tuesday are saying, “It’s the scourge of God.”

It’s Wednesday night and you are at a church prayer meeting when somebody runs in from the parking lot and says, “Turn on a radio, turn on a radio!”

While the church listens to a little transistor radio with a microphone stuck up to it, the announcement is made, “Two women are lying in a Long Island hospital dying from the mystery flu.”

Within hours it seems, this thing just sweeps across the country. People are working around the clock trying to find an antidote. Nothing is working. California, Oregon, Arizona, Florida, Massachusetts. It’s as though it’s just sweeping in from the borders. Then, all of a sudden the news comes out. The code has been broken. A cure can be found. A vaccine can be made.

It’s going to take the blood of somebody who hasn’t been infected, and so, sure enough, all through the Midwest, through all those channels of emergency broadcasting, everyone is asked to do one simple thing: “Go to your downtown hospital and have your blood type taken. That’s all we ask of you. When you hear the sirens go off in your neighborhood, please make your way quickly, quietly, and safely to the hospitals.” Sure enough, when you and your family get down there late on that Friday night, there is a long line, and they’ve got nurses and doctors coming out and pricking fingers and taking blood and putting labels on it.

Your wife and your kids are out there, and they take your blood type and they say, “Wait here in the parking lot and if we call your name, you can be dismissed and go home.”

You stand around scared with your neighbors, wondering what in the world is going on, and that this is the end of the world. Suddenly a young man comes running out of the hospital screaming. He’s yelling a name and waving a clipboard. What? He yells it again! And your son tugs on your jacket and says, “Daddy, that’s me.” Before you know it, they have grabbed your boy. “Wait a minute, hold it!” And they say, “It’s okay, his blood is clean. His blood is pure. We want to make sure he doesn’t have the disease. We think he has got the right type.”

Five tense minutes later, out come the doctors and nurses, crying and hugging one another some are even laughing. It’s the first time you have seen anybody laugh in a week, and an old doctor walks up to you and says, “Thank you, sir. Your son’s blood type is perfect. It’s clean, it is pure, and we can make the vaccine.”

As the word begins to spread all across that parking lot full of folks, people are screaming and praying and laughing and crying. But then the grey-haired doctor pulls you and your wife aside and says, “May we see you for a moment? We didn’t realize that the donor would be a minor and we need… we need you to sign a consent form.” You begin to sign and then you see that the number of pints of blood to be taken is empty.

“H-h-h-how many pints?”

And that is when the old doctor’s smile fades and he says, “We had no idea it would be a little child. We weren’t prepared. We need it all!”

“But but…”

“You don’t understand. We are talking about the world here. Please sign. We – we need it all – we need it all!”

“But can’t you give him a transfusion? ”

“If we had clean blood we would. Can you sign? Would you sign?” In numb silence you do. Then they say, “Would you like to have a moment with him before we begin?”

Can you walk back? Can you walk back to that room where he sits on a table saying, “Daddy? Mommy? What’s going on?” Can you take his hands and say, “Son, your mommy and I love you, and we would never ever let anything happen to you that didn’t just have to be. Do you understand that?”

And when that old doctor comes back in and says, “I’m sorry, we’ve – we’ve got to get started. People all over the world are dying.”

Can you leave? Can you walk out while he is saying, “Dad? Mom? Dad? Why – why have you forsaken me?”

And then next week, when they have the ceremony to honor your son, and some folks sleep through it, and some folks don’t even come because they go to the lake, and some folks come with a pretentious smile and just pretend to care. Would you want to jump up and say, “MY SON DIED! DON’T YOU CARE?”

Is that what God is saying? “MY SON DIED. DON’T YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I CARE?”

Father, seeing it from your eyes breaks our hearts. Maybe now we begin to comprehend the great love you have for us. Amen.

— Author Unknown

Meditation: Of how much worse punishment, do you suppose, will he be thought worthy who has trampled the Son of God underfoot, counted the blood of the covenant by which he was sanctified a common thing, and insulted the Spirit of grace? – Hebrews 10:29

You will succeed because Jesus loves You!

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The Reason for the Season

The Reason for the Season

Jesus is the reason for the season.

All the Christmas rush, the party preparations, the Christmas shopping and the terrible Christmas traffic could really drive even the best of us to insanity. Just read the following story.

A woman was out Christmas shopping with her two children. After many hours of looking at row after row of toys and everything else imaginable, and after hours of hearing both her children asking for everything they saw on those many shelves, she finally made it to the elevator with her two kids.

She was feeling what so many of us feel during the Christmas holiday season – overwhelming pressure to go to every party and every housewarming, to get the perfect gift for every person on the shopping list, and to make sure no one on the card list and those who sent us a card is forgotten.

When the elevator doors opened, there was already a crowd in the car. Exasperated, she pushed her way into the car, and dragged her two kids in with her and all the bags of stuff. When the doors closed, she couldn’t take it anymore and stated, “Whoever started this whole Christmas thing should be found, strung up and shot.”

From the back of the car, everyone heard a quiet, calm voice respond, “Don’t worry. We already crucified him.” For the rest of the trip down, the elevator was so quiet you could have heard a pin drop.

The One who started this “whole Christmas thing” should constantly be in our every deed, word, thought, and even purchase.

Don’t allow commercialism to replace the significance of the season.

By Francis J. Kong

Meditation: For by Him all things were created that are in heaven and that are on earth, visible and invisible, whether thrones or dominions or principalities or powers. All things were created through Him and for Him. – Colossians 1:16

You will succeed in Jesus Name!

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Birthday Celebration

Birthday Celebration

You Are Cordially Invited To A Birthday Celebration

Guest of Honor: Jesus Christ

Date: Every day. Traditionally December 25, but He’s always around, so the date is flexible.

Time: Whenever you’re ready, (please don’t be too late, though; or you’ll miss out on all the fun!).

Place: In your heart. He’ll meet you there (you’ll hear Him knock).

Attire: Come as you are …grubbies are okay. He’ll be washing our clothes anyway. He said something about new white robes and crowns for everyone who stays till the last.

Tickets: Admission is free. He’s already paid for everyone. (He says you would not have been able to afford it …it cost Him everything He had!).

Refreshments: New wine, bread and a far-out drink He calls “living water, followed by a supper that promises to be out of this world!

Gift Suggestions: Your heart. He’s one of those people who already has everything else. (He’s very generous in return though; just wait until you see what He has for you).

Entertainment: Joy, Peace, Truth, Light, Life, Love, Real Happiness, Communion with God, Forgiveness, Miracles, Healing, Power, Eternity in Paradise, and much more! (All rated “G” so bring your family and friends).

R.S.V.P. Very Important! He must know ahead so He can reserve a spot for you at the table. Also, He’s keeping a list of His friends for future reference. He calls it the “Lamb’s Book of Life”).

Party Being Given By His Kids (That’s us)

Hope To See You There!

“Let us rejoice and be glad and give him glory! For the wedding of the Lamb has come, and his bride has made herself ready. Fine linen, bright and clean, was given her to wear.” (Fine linen stands for the righteous acts of the saints.) … ‘Blessed are those who are invited to the wedding supper of the Lamb!”

– Author Unknown

Meditation: Then he said to me, “Write: ‘Blessed are those who are called to the marriage supper of the Lamb!’” And he said to me, “These are the true sayings of God.” – Revelation 19:9

You will succeed in Jesus Name!

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Best Gifts This Season

Best Gifts This Season

Best Gifts This Season

To a Friend – Loyalty

To an Enemy – Forgiveness

To your Boss – Service

To your Child – A good example

To your Father – Honor

To your Mother – Gratitude and Devotion

To your Spouse – Love and Faithfulness

To Yourself – Respect

To All Men – Charity

To God – Your Life!

– Author Unknown

Meditation: “To what purpose is the multitude of your sacrifices to Me?” Says the Lord. “I have had enough of burnt offerings of rams And the fat of fed cattle. I do not delight in the blood of bulls, Or of lambs or goats.”… The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit, A broken and a contrite heart—These, O God, You will not despise.Isaiah 1:11, Psalm 51:17

If you then, being evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father who is in heaven give good things to those who ask Him! – Matthew 7:11

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

Having then gifts differing according to the grace that is given to us, let us use them: if prophecy, let us prophesy in proportion to our faith; – Romans 12:6

You will succeed in Jesus Name!

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The Christmas Gift

The Christmas Gift

The Christmas Gift

T’was eight centuries before Christ came to the earth,
The Holy Scriptures foretold of the Messiah’s Birth.

The world was in peril with distress and gloom,
Far and wide there was destruction and doom.

People were lost – they were deaf, blind and dumb;
God promised a Savior one day would come.

The prophesies gave the details of His Birth,
It was certain He’d come to transform the earth.

He’d be born of a virgin, laid in a manger with hay,
Then His Hands and Feet pierced on His final day.

It was told where He’d be born and His Ancestral Line,
He would be King of Kings, completely Divine.

An angel told Mary that she would be the one
To give birth to God’s Child, His Only Begotten Son.

The Lord had a purpose for which He came;
God would be with us – Immanuel, His Name;

Mankind would learn about peace, hope, and joy;
It would all come about in this small Baby Boy.

He was the Prince of Peace, a real Beacon of Light;
Reverent and Righteous; He taught wrong from right.

He came to restore us and showed us to care
And to help one another; He taught us to share.

Many followed and listened to all that He said.
Hearts and lives changed as their souls had been fed.

His Wisdom was divine, far beyond what they’d known;
Many traveled great distance; crowds really had grown.

He was a Humble Servant as He showed us pure love.
He taught us to know our Heavenly Father above.

He was Holy and Sinless, never even told a lie.
He was mocked, and beaten, then crucified to die.

Folks were amazed and confused with all that went on,
They didn’t understand…until He was gone.

He made the sacrifice for our debt to be paid.
For upon Him all of our sins had been laid.

He was Goodness and Grace and came to relieve
The wretched grasp of satan to all who believe.

He was God as a Man to His last dying breath,
Then rose from the dead with His power over death.

This all actually happened, it isn’t folklore.
He told us of Heaven and showed us there’s more.

Christ had come to save the souls on earth,
He offers deliverance and a second birth.

We call Him Jesus and He is with us today;
He is Lord of all Lords and He is the Way.

He’s the Counselor, Comforter, Redeemer and Friend,
He Reigns over all; His Rule never will end.

We celebrate His Birth and all that it means
With songs and displays of Nativity scenes.

His Amazing Grace is the actual reason
That we recognize and rejoice this season.

Again this year we celebrate His Holy Birth;
Merry Christmas to all and to all Peace On Earth!

Written by Arlene Spanos

Meditation: Then Simeon blessed them, and said to Mary His mother, “Behold, this Child is destined for the fall and rising of many in Israel, – Luke 2:34

You will succeed in Jesus Name!

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Twas the Night Jesus Came

Twas the Night Jesus Came

Twas the Night Jesus Came

Twas the night Jesus came and all through the house,
Not a person was praying, not one in the house.
The Bible was left on the shelf without care,
for no one thought Jesus would come there.

The children were dressing to crawl into bed,
not once ever kneeling or bowing their head.
And Mom in the rocking chair with baby on her lap,
was watching the Late Show as I took a nap.

When out of the east there rose such a clatter,
I sprang to my feet to see what’s the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
tore open the shutters and lifted the sash.

When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
but Angels proclaiming that Jesus was here.
The light of His face made me cover my head,
it was Jesus returning just like He’d said.

And though I possessed worldly wisdom and wealth,
I cried when I saw Him in spite of myself.
In the Book of Life that in which he held in his hand,
was written the name of every saved man.

He spoke not a word as he searched for my name,
when He said “it is not here.” I hung my head in shame.
The people who’s names had been written with love,
He gathered to take to his Father above.

With those who were ready He rose without a sound,
while all the others were left standing around.
I fell to my knees but it was too late,
I waited too long and thus sealed my fate.

I stood and I cried as they rose out of sight,
Oh, if only I’d know that this was the night.
In the words of this poem the meaning is clear
the coming of Jesus is now drawing near.

There’s only one life and when comes the last call,
We’ll find out that the Bible was true after all…

— Author Unknown

Meditation: “I tell you that He will avenge them speedily. Nevertheless, when the Son of Man comes, will He really find faith on the earth?” – Luke 18:8

You will succeed in Jesus Name!

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