I have no hope in this world, but my heart in Christ is blessed. So my only hope is Jesus - He is my final rest.
Like everybody else in the world, I turned on the TV on the morning of September 11 2001, and watched in unbelief at the horrific scenes before me.I wrote this poem the following week, and posted it on an online Christian poetry forum, which has since closed.This is dedicated to those whose lives were forever changed by the tragedy.
He was wise enough to know that he had done wrong. Wise enough to know that God was upset with him, and that the Holy Spirit was convicting him of his wrong desires. But he wasn't mature enough to know what to do. His constant repenting for his wrong wasn't changing his desire to stop his actions.
Hi Everyone Last Sunday the Pastor was unavailable, so asked me if I could do the teaching that morning. I was a bit hesitant to say yes, as I hadn't taught for over 10 years! He said I could teach on whatever I wanted (brave man!). So I decided to expand on the post Whom Shall I Fear? I wrote last year. If you want to listen, you can find the message here. Please note that I was extremely nervous! I have not listened to the recording, as I don't like the sound of my own recorded voice. Enjoy! Blessings.
'For scarcely for a righteous man will one die;" (v7) Would God bother offering up the life of His only Son for a perfectly righteous man? Scarcely. Why? Because a righteous man doesn't need saving. He has done nothing wrong. He has kept the law to perfection. There is no condemnation owing to Him.