Faith- n,
1. Substance of things hoped
for;
2. Evidence of things not
seen.
Hebrews 11:1
Of all the random forwarded emails I receive,
these are my favorites dealing with faith!
Jesus Is Real A Prayer for My Friends
Address: Ephesians 1:20
Hello. My name is Jesus -The Christ. Many call me Lord! I've sent you my resume because I'm seeking the top management position in your heart. Please consider my accomplishments as set forth in my resume.
Qualifications
Occupational Background
Skills Work Experiences
Educational Background
Major Accomplishments
References
In Summation
Phone: Romans 10:13
Website: The Bible.
Keywords: Christ, Lord, Savior and Jesus
I founded the earth and established the heavens, (See Proverbs 3:19)
I formed man from the dust of the ground, (See Genesis 2:7)
I breathed into man the breath of life, (See Genesis 2:7)
I redeemed man from the curse of the law, (See Galatians 3:13)
The blessings of the Abrahamic Covenant comes upon your life through me, (See Galatians 3:14)
I've only had one employer, (See Luke 2:49).
I've never been tardy, absent, disobedient, slothful or disrespectful.
My employer has nothing but rave reviews for me, (See Matthew 3:15-17)
Some of my skills and work experiences include:
Empowering the poor to be poor no more
Healing the brokenhearted
Setting the captives free
Healing the sick
Restoring sight to the blind and setting at liberty them that are bruised (See Luke 4:18).
I am a Wonderful Counselor, (See Isaiah 9:6).
People who listen to me shall dwell safely and shall not fear evil, (See Proverbs 1:33).
Most importantly, I have the authority, ability and power to cleanse you of your sins. (See I John 1:7-9)
I encompass the entire breadth and length of knowledge, wisdom and understanding, (See Proverbs 2:6).
In me are hid all of the treasures of wisdom and knowledge, (See Colossians 2:3).
My Word is so powerful; it has been described as being a lamp unto your feet and a lamp unto your path, (See Psalms 119:105).
I can even tell you all of the secrets of your heart, (See Psalms 44:21).
I was an active participant in the greatest Summit Meeting of all times, (See Genesis 1:26).
I laid down my life so that you may live. (See II Corinthians 5:15)
I defeated the archenemy of God and mankind and made a show of them openly, (See Colossians 2:15).
I've miraculously fed the poor, healed the sick and raised the dead!
There are many more major accomplishments, too many to mention here. You can read them on my website: www.bible.com. However, you don't need an Internet connection or computer to access my website, you can pick up any copy of my bestseller - the Bible.
Believers and followers worldwide will testify to my divine healings, salvation, deliverance, miracles, restoration and supernatural guidance.
Now that you've read my resume, I'm confident that I'm the only candidate uniquely qualified to fill this vital position in your heart. In summation, I will properly direct your paths, (See Proverbs 3:5-6), and lead you into everlasting life, (See John 6:47). When can I start? Time is of the essence, (See Hebrews 3:15).
In that space between wakefulness and
dreams, I found myself in the room.
There were no distinguishing features except
for the one wall covered with
small index card files. They were like the
ones in libraries that list
titles by author or subject in alphabetical
order. But these files, which
stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly
endlessly in either
direction, had very different headings.
As I drew near the wall of files, the
first to catch my attention was one
that read "Females I have Liked." I opened
it and began flipping through
the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize
that I recognized the
names written on each one. And then without
being told, I knew exactly
where I was. This lifeless room with its small
files was a crude catalog
system for my life. Here were written the
actions of my every moment, big
and small, in a detail my memory couldn't
match. A sense of wonder and
curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within
me as I began randomly
opening files and exploring their content.
Some brought joy and sweet
memories; others a sense of shame and regret
so intense that I would look
over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching.
A file named "Friends" was next to one
marked "Friends I have Betrayed".
The titles ranged from the mundane to the
outright weird. "Books I Have
Read", "Lies I Have Told", "Comfort I Have
Given", "Jokes I Have Laughed
at". Some were almost hilarious in their exactness:
"Things I've Yelled at My Brothers". Others
I couldn't laugh at: "Things I
Have Done in My Anger", "Things I Have Muttered
Under My Breath at My
Parents."
I never ceased to be surprised by the
contents. Often there were many more
cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than
I hoped. I was overwhelmed by
the sheer volume of the life I had lived.
Could it be possible that I had
the time in my 20 years to write each of these
thousands or even millions
of cards? But each card confirmed this truth.
Each was written in my own
handwriting. Each signed with my signature.
When I pulled out the file marked "Songs
I Have Listened To," I realized
the files grew to contain their contents.
The cards were packed tightly,
and yet after two or three yards, I hadn't
found the end of the file. I
shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality
of music, but more by the vast
amount of time I knew that file represented.
When I came to a file marked "Lustful
Thoughts," I felt a chill run through
my body. I pulled the file out only an inch,
not willing to test its size,
and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed
content.
I felt sick to think that such a moment
had been recorded. An almost animal
rage broke on me.
One thought dominated my mind: "No one
must ever see these cards! No one
must ever see this room! I have to destroy
them!" In an insane frenzy I
yanked the file out. Its size didn't matter
now. I had to empty it and burn
the cards. But as I took it at one end and
began pounding it on the floor,
I could not dislodge a single card. I became
desperate and pulled out a
card, only to find it as strong as steel when
I tried to tear it.
Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned
the file to its slot. Leaning my
forehead against the wall, I let out a long,
self-pitying sigh. And then I
saw it. The title bore "People I Have Shared
the Gospel With". The handle
was brighter than those around it, newer,
almost unused. I pulled on its
handle and a small box not more than three
inches long fell into my hands.
I could count the cards it contained on
one hand. And then the tears came.
I began to weep. Sobs so deep that the hurt
started in my stomach and shook
through me. I fell on my knees and cried.
I cried out of shame, from the
overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of
file shelves swirled in my
tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know
of this room. I must lock it
up and hide the key.
But then as I pushed away the tears, I
saw Him. No, please not Him. Not
here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched helplessly
as He began to open the
files and read the cards. I couldn't bear
to watch His response. And in the
moments I could bring myself to look at His
face, I saw a sorrow deeper
than my own. He seemed to intuitively go
to the worst boxes.
Why did He have to read every one? Finally
He turned and looked at me from
across the room. He looked at me with pity
in His eyes. But this was a pity
that didn't anger me. I dropped my head, covered
my face with my hands and
began to cry again. He walked over and put
His arm around me.
He could have said so many things. But
He didn't say a word. He just cried
with me. Then He got up and walked back to
the wall of files.
Starting at one end of the room, He took
out a file and, one by one, began
to sign His name over mine on each card. "No!"
I shouted rushing to Him.
All I could find to say was "No, no, " as
I pulled the card from Him. His
name shouldn't be on these cards. But there
it was, written in red so rich,
so dark, so alive. The name of Jesus covered
mine. It was written with His blood.
He gently took the card back. He smiled
a sad smile and began to sign the
cards. I don't think I'll ever understand
how He did it so quickly, but the
next instant it seemed I heard Him close the
last file and walk back to my
side. He placed His hand on my shoulder and
said, "It is finished."
I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door.
There were still cards to be written.
"I can do all things through Christ
who strengthens me." Phil. 4:13
"For God so loved the world that He gave
His only son, that whoever
believes in Him shall not perish but have
eternal life."
Remember, amateurs built the ark. Professionals built the Titanic.
A Gentle Reminder...
With A Dose of Humor.
One night I had a wondrous dream,
A set of prints on the sand was seen,
The footprints of my precious Lord,
Yet mine were not along the shore.
But then a stranger print appeared,
I asked the Lord, "What have we here?
This print is large and round and neat,
But Lord, it's just too big for feet.
My child,"He said in somber tones,
"For miles I carried you all alone.
I challenged you to seek my face,
Take up your cross and walk in grace."
"You disobeyed, you would not grow.
You would not stand against the flow.
Your neck was stiff; your ears were shut,
So there I dropped you on your butt."
"Because in life there comes a time,
When one must fight, when one must climb,
When one must rise and take a stand,
Or leave one's butt-prints in the sand".
There was an atheist couple who had a child.
The couple never told their daughter anything about the Lord.
One night when the little girl was 5 years old,
the parents fought with each other and the
dad shot the Mom,
right in front of the child.
Then, the dad shot himself.
The little girl watched it all.
She then was sent to a foster home.
The foster mother was a Christian and took the child to church.
On the first day of Sunday School,
the foster mother told the teacher that
the girl had never heard of Jesus,
and to have patience with her.
The teacher held up a picture of Jesus and said, "Does anyone know who this
is?"
The little girl said, "I do, that's the man who was holding me the night
my parents died."
It shall be well with you this year.
You have been destined to make it and you
I knocked at heavens door this morning,
God smiled and answered...
No matter how much your enemies try
this year, they will not succeed!
shall surely achieve all your goals this year.
For the remaining months of the year,
your problems will have their calls to you blocked,
your enemies will have network problems trying to reach you,
and their bad wishes for you will disintergrate.
You will only get them as missed calls.
All your agonies will be diverted
and victory and prosperity will be your incoming calls!
Heaven has confirmed today the end
of your sufferings sorrows and pains
because HE that sits on the throne has remembered you.
He has taken away the hardships and given you JOY.
He will never let you down.
God asked me... My child what can I do for you?
And I said, Father, please!
Protect and bless the person reading this message!
Request granted.
