One Child's Junk Another Child's Treasure

My husband loves junk, on the other hand, I don't. I have a scenario that if I haven't used it in a while or if it hasn't been used in a while it is considered junk. Even if I do consider it junk that doesn't mean it still can't be of use to someone else. Something that I can't seem to get any use out of, someone else can. I have been able to use things that other people considered their junk but in turn served a purpose for me.

The other day as my husband was making one of his trips to the landfill, he came across a couple of things that he brought home. One was a trash can for outdoors. I already have a trash can and I like my trash can because I know it's my trash that is put in there and no one elses. He wanted to switch my trash can with the one he found at the landfill, that didn't set too well on my stomach, so I fussed until he switched it back. Now he uses the one he found at the landfill to put cans in. I can deal with that.

The other item he found ended up being a treasure to my little boy. After a good washing and pumping up the tires it practically looks like a new bike. My little boy calls it his new bike. He already has a bike but he still takes pride in this one. So, some good things can be found at the landfill, even if I don't like junk.



When looking at others who have messed up in life we sometimes will judge them in the same manner as we judge our junk. We want to throw them away and have nothing else to do with them. I am so thankful that God isn't like that. When he saved me, He took me out of the landfill so to speak and gave me a bath in the blood of Jesus. Now I am no longer junk, I am His treasure! He can do the same for you!

The Only Way!!!!!

I realize this video has been around for a while and some of you have probably already seen it, but I felt within my spirit the need to share these words. Please do not buy into the lies of the enemy!! Please read these words before you watch this video and then read them again after you watch it!! Let it sink deep into your spirit that JESUS IS THE ONLY WAY TO HEAVEN!

Jesus is the Way .... The Only Way!
John 14:6 "Jesus saith unto him, I am the way, the truth, and the life; no man cometh unto the Father, but by ME."

Being a good person is not the way, showing love and kindness to others will not save you, giving all you have to the poor will not grant you access into heaven .... there is nothing you can do on your own to earn salvation....JESUS IS THE ONLY WAY TO HEAVEN... Only by receiving Jesus Christ as your Lord and Saviour can you enter into the kingdom of God.

Don't let the devil deceive you by believing there is some other way, THERE IS ONLY ONE WAY!!! John 8:44b For he (the devil) is a liar and the father of it.

Mark 1:15 "And saying, the time is fulfilled, and the kingdom of God is at hand; repent ye, and believe the gospel."

To believe the gospel , is to believe "...that Christ died for our sins according to the scriptures; And that he was buried, and that he rose again the third day according to the scriptures" (1 Cor. 15:3b-4)

"For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." John 3:16

"He that believeth on the Son hath everlasting life; and he that believeth not the Son shall not see life; but the wrath of God abideth on him." John 3:36

The Blood

One night in a church service a young woman felt the tug of God at her heart. She responded to God's call and accepted Jesus as her Lord and Savior. The young woman had a very rough past, involving alcohol, drugs, and prostitution. But, the change in her was evident. As time went on she became a faithful member of the church. She eventually became involved in the ministry, teaching young children.

It was not very long until this faithful young woman had caught the eye and heart of the pastor's son. The relationship grew and they began to make wedding plans. This is when the problems began. You see, about one half of the church did not think that a woman with a past such as hers was suitable for a pastor's son. The church began to argue and fight about the matter. So they decided to have a meeting.

As the people made their arguments and tensions increased, the meeting was getting completely out of hand. The young woman became very upset about all the things being brought up about her past. As she began to cry the pastor's son stood to speak. He could not bear the pain it was causing his wife to be. He began to speak and his statement was this: "My fiancée's past is not what is on trial here.. What you are questioning is the ability of the blood of Jesus to wash away sin. Today you have put the blood of Jesus on trial. So, does it wash away sin or not?"

The whole church began to weep as they realized that they had been slandering the blood of the Lord Jesus Christ. Too often, even as Christians, we bring up the past and use it as a weapon against our brothers and sisters. Forgiveness is a very foundational part of the Gospel of our Lord Jesus Christ.

If the blood of Jesus does not cleanse the other person completely then it cannot cleanse us completely.. If that is the case, then we are all in a lot of trouble.

What can wash away my sins?

Nothing but the blood of Jesus! End of case!!!!

The Pastor's Son

Every Sunday afternoon,after the morning service at the church, the Pastor and his eleven year old son would go out into their town and hand out Gospel Tracts . This particular Sunday afternoon, as it came time for the Pastor and his son to go to the streets with their tracts, it was very cold outside, as well as pouring rain.

The boy bundled up in his warmest and driest clothes and said, 'OK, dad, I'm ready.'His Pastor dad asked, 'Ready for what?' 'Dad, it's time we gather our tracts together and go out.' Dad responds, 'Son, it's very cold outside and it's pouring rain.'

The boy gives his dad a surprised look, asking, 'But Dad, aren't people still going to Hell, even though it's raining?' Dad answers, 'Son, I am not going out in this weather.' Despondently, the boy asks, 'Dad, can I go? Please?' His father hesitated for a moment then said, 'Son, you can go. Here are the tracts, be careful son.' 'Thanks Dad!'

And with that, he was off and out into the rain. This eleven year old boy walked the streets of the town going door to door and handing everybody he met in the street a Gospel Tract. After two hours of walking in the rain, he was soaking, bone-chilled wet and down to his VERY LAST TRACT. He stopped on a corner and looked for someone to hand a tract to, but the streets were totally deserted. Then he turned toward the first home he saw and started up the sidewalk to the front door and rang the door bell. He rang the bell, but nobody answered. He rang it again and again, but still no one answered. He waited but still no answer.

Finally, this eleven year old tro oper turned to leave, but something stopped him. Again, he turned to the door and rang the bell and knocked loudly on the door with his fist. He waited, something holding him there on the front porch! He rang again and this time the door slowly opened. Standing in the doorway was a very sad-looking elderly lady. She softly asked, 'What can I do for you, son?' With radiant eyes and a smile that lit up her world, this little boy said, 'Ma'am, I'm sorry if I disturbed you, but I just want to tell you that *JESUS REALLY DOES LOVE YOU* and I came to give you my very last Gospel Tract which will tell you all about JESUS and His great LOVE..' With that, he handed her his last tract and turned to leave. She called to him as he departed. 'Thank you, son! And God Bless You!'

Well, the following Sunday morning in church Pastor Dad was in the pulpit. As the service began, he asked, 'Does anybody have testimony or want to say anything?' Slowly, in the back row of the church, an elderly lady stood to her feet. As she began to speak, a look of glorious radiance came from her face, 'No one in this church knows me. I've never been here before. You see, before last Sunday I was not a Christian. My husband passed on some time ago, leaving me totally alone in this world. Last Sunday, being a particularly cold and rainy day, it was even more so in my heart that I came to the end of the line where I no longer had any hope or will to live.

So I took a rope and a chair and ascended the stairway into the attic of my home. I fastened the rope securely to a rafter in the roof, then stood on the chair and tightened the other end of the rope around my neck. Standing on that chair, so lonely and broken-hearted I was about to leap off, when suddenly the loud ringing of my doorbell downstairs startled me. I thought, 'I'll wait a minute, and whoever it is will go away.' I waited and waited, but the ringing doorbell seemed to get louder and more insistent, and then the person ringing also started knocking loudly... I thought to myself again, 'Who on earth could this be? Nobody ever rings my bell or comes to see me.' I loosened the rope from my neck and started for the front door, all the while the bell rang louder and louder.

When I opened the door and looked I could hardly believe my eyes, for there on my front porch was the most radiant and angelic little boy I had ever seen in my life. His SMILE, oh, I could never describe it to you! The words that came from his mouth caused my heart that had long been dead, TO LEAP TO LIFE as he exclaimed with a cherub-like voice, 'Ma'am, I just came to tell you that JESUS REALLY DOES LOVE YOU .' Then he gave me this Gospel Tract that I now hold in my hand.

As the little angel disappeared back out into the cold and rain, I closed my door and read slowly every word of this Gospel Tract. Then I went up to my attic to get my rope and chair. I wouldn't be needing them any more. You see-- -I am now a Happy Child of the KING. Since the address of your church was on the back of this Gospel Tract, I have come here to personally say THANK YOU to God's little angel who came just in the nick of time and by so doing, spared my soul from an eternity in hell.'

There was not a dry eye in the church. And as shouts of praise and honour to THE KING resounded off the very rafters of the building, Pastor Dad descended from the pulpit to the front pew where the little angel was seated.. He took his son in his arms and sobbed uncontrollably. Probably no church has had a more glorious moment, and probably this universe has never seen a Papa that was more filled with love & honour for his son... Except for One.

I Am Free!

I am thankful for my national freedom that I am priviledged with in this country. I am thankful to those who have played a part in making it all possible. I am thankful that I can go to the House of God and worship my Savior freely and my heart goes out to those in other countries who aren't blessed with the same freedom. Things are happening in this country that I know that God is not pleased with and it is my heart's cry for America to turn back to God. I am proud to be an American and I am proud to proclaim that IN GOD I DO STILL TRUST!!

When I think of freedom, I realize that it is a state of personal independence. That may be the case on a national level, but spiritually in the eyes of God we are not free apart from Christ. The day I asked Jesus into my heart and to forgive me of my sins was the day I experienced what it really means to be free! Thank You Jesus for my FREEDOM!!!

John 8:36
So if the Son sets you free, you are truly free.

A Call to Anguish

My heart has been heavily burdened over the past few months, at times all I can do is cry. God has given me several dreams within the past few weeks that have shaken me for those who are dying in sin. I go to bed many nights in tears over those in my family who are lost and sometimes I wake up in tears over a dream I have had that will move me to pray for that individual. I saw something the other night that really disturbed me and I said to myself, "God if this hurts me, how much more does it hurt You?" God reminds me of how much He loves the sinner in Romans 5:8 But God demonstrates His own love toward us, in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us. I think of my own children and how my heart would burst within me if one of them were lost, I would be weeping and hurting so bad for my child to be returned back to me. The cry of God's heart is the same and He has commissioned you and I to go and get them!

There's a song that is sung often in my church called "I Believe He's Coming Back". I love this song because I do believe He is coming back. But, in the back of my mind I wonder, how far away in our minds have we placed His return. What would I do different if I "believed" He was coming back in the next couple of hours? How many people would I call who aren't saved? How much more would I cry out in agony for those who are lost? Lord, Help me to pray, live and witness like I really "believe" You are returning and help me be a road block for that person closest to hell!