THE WORD WAS WITH GOD, THE WORD WAS GOD, THE WORD BECAME FLESH,
THE GOSPEL CALL
Lord, you are the rock on which I stand,
All other ground is sinking sand,
You are the Savior of my soul,
The only One that makes me whole.
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You are the One who made me see,
To you alone I bend my knee,
To you I go for rest and peace,
In your presence my sorrows cease.
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Sweet Jesus tis to you I pray,
To give me strength for each new day,
And when my life is said and done,
To you I’ll go, the battle won.
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There’s none upon this fallen earth,
Can give your precious soul new birth,
The Spirit and the bride, they call,
Come to the Lord, the Gospel call.
Cathy White 2022 ©
Psalm 16:11 Thou wilt shew me the path of life: in thy presence is fulness of joy; at thy right hand there are pleasures for evermore.
Revelation 22:17 And the Spirit and the bride say, Come. And let him that heareth say, Come. And let him that is athirst come. And whosoever will, let him take the water of life freely.
Matthew 7:24-27 Therefore whosoever heareth these sayings of mine, and doeth them, I will liken him unto a wise man, which built his house upon a rock: And the rain descended, and the floods came, and the winds blew, and beat upon that house; and it fell not: for it was founded upon a rock. And every one that heareth these sayings of mine, and doeth them not, shall be likened unto a foolish man, which built his house upon the sand: And the rain descended, and the floods came, and the winds blew, and beat upon that house; and it fell: and great was the fall of it.
Matthew 10:36 And a man’s foes shall be they of his own household.
…such would be one of the effects of his coming. One part of a family that was opposed to Him would set themselves against those who believed in him. … It is unnecessary to say that no prophecy has been more strikingly fulfilled; and it will continue to be fulfilled
I remember the day my brother was born. I was just about to turn 12 at the time. My mom was in her mid 40’s and it was a difficult birth. I recall my dad pacing and smoking a cigarette. I had never seen my dad smoke before, nor after that day. Thank God that all ended well. My brother was born healthy, and my mom recovered without complications.
As a young man my brother became briefly involved with a Protestant church. I’m not sure it was a good one though. I wasn’t saved at the time, but I remember telling him to be cautious, because I was concerned that he was in a cult. (I’m telling him to be cautious, but without realizing it at the time I was in the biggest cult in the world, the Roman Catholic Church!)
Years later, when I was born again, I witnessed to him. One day sitting at my dining room table he said he thought he was born again before me! In reality that wasn’t true. The truth is he didn’t believe the Gospel. I was a fairly new believer at the time, and looking back I wish I would have done and said some things differently. This is my “baby brother”. He turned 61 today! I still think of him as he was in his younger days. The last time we communicated was after Hurricane Sandy in 2012. I wonder if I’ll ever see him again.
Psalm 69:8 I am become a stranger unto my brethren, and an alien unto my mother’s children.
MY MOTHER HAD A NEWBORN SON – A Poem
Thanksgiving Day 2021… remember to let loved ones know how much you appreciate and love them.
I found this little poem several years ago on “raindrop”.
Too often we don’t realize what we have until it is gone;
Too often we wait too late to say “I’m sorry – I was wrong.”
Sometimes it seems we hurt the ones we hold dearest to our hearts;
And we allow foolish things to tear our lives apart.
Far too many times we let unimportant things into our minds;
And then it’s usually too late to see what made us blind.
So be sure that you let people know how much they mean to you;
Take that time to say the words before your time is through.
Be sure that you appreciate everything you’ve got;
And be thankful for the Little things in life that mean a lot.
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1 Thessalonians 5:18 In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you.
In the summer of 1992, at the age of 74, my mother was diagnosed with uterine cancer. After having a hysterectomy she had radiation treatments for 25 consecutive days. The doctors told her that intestinal distress would be a side effect of the radiation, and that it could last as long as two weeks after treatment was completed.
In November the treatments were finished and my mother was experiencing the side effects she was told to expect. But instead of getting better she seemed to be getting worse. I didn’t know what to think. My uncle who was always very upbeat took one look at her and started to cry. On Thanksgiving weekend she began to hallucinate. We later learned the hallucinating was the result of dehydration. My father and brother rushed her to the hospital emergency room. The diagnosis was a ruptured colon. She was a dying woman as she went into emergency surgery late that night. The doctor told us that it was one of the worst cases he had ever seen. He didn’t give us a lot of hope, he was telling us to prepare ourselves.
When we realized the gravity of the situation I went, with my husband and daughter, into an empty room at the hospital and began to pray. I prayed within:
“Jesus, if my mother were to die tonight and if she were to go to heaven that would be alright with me because she’s very sick and she’s suffering. If she would go to be with you I know she would be much happier there than here in this world.” Then I prayed: “But Jesus, you know and I know that according to your Word, if she died tonight she would not be going to heaven because she’s not ready to die, she’s not born again. Please spare her life and give her more time to repent.”
We had been praying no longer than about 15 or 20 minutes when the phrase “a man under authority” from Matthew chapter 8 verse 9 came to me.
At that moment I knew that my mother was going to survive and that Jesus Christ would bring healing to her body and extend her life. I didn’t say anything to anyone, I was afraid to stop praying, but within a few moments my husband said “your mother is going to be OK” so we stopped praying and went back to be with the rest of the family.
When I woke up the next morning I began to doubt. Did I really hear from the Lord. Was my mother really going to live. I read the words of Jesus in John 4:48 . . . “Except ye see signs and wonders, ye will not believe”. Then I knew it was all about faith. I was doubting because I had not seen anything yet with my physical eyes. My mother had not hopped out of bed and said “I’m fine now, let’s go home”.
It was Sunday morning and we went back to the hospital. My mother was in intensive care recovering from the surgery. Her whole body was swollen and she had tubes everywhere. When I looked at her she reminded me of one of those helium filled balloons at the Thanksgiving Day parade. She really looked pretty awful. But she did recover. The Lord did spare her life. He did answer my prayer.
Revelation 1:18 I am he that liveth, and was dead; and, behold, I am alive for evermore, Amen; and have the keys of hell and of death.
See also …
Man Under Authority – II – My mother’s road to the Lord
Man Under Authority – III – What I spoke at my mother’s funeral