LITTLE THINGS

LITTLE THINGS

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.

(Author unknown)

THANKSGIVING’S HERE…

It’s that time of year again. Besides turkey, we have Black Friday sales and pre Black Friday sales, all in preparation for the big day… Christmas! But what has all this to do with Jesus our Savior? Can you picture the apostle Paul Christmas shopping, or going around wishing everyone a Merry Christmas? Can you picture Peter doing that? How about Jesus? This is crazy what we as born again Christians are doing! (I don’t do it anymore.) And it is without a doubt unbiblical to celebrate a Roman Catholic day that is pagan at its roots! Some food for thought as we enjoy our Thanksgiving dinners.

CHRISTMAS – A Poem

Thanksgiving’s here, another year,

The race is on, we’re in high gear.

Black Friday, the official date,

The shopping mall, our starting gate.

So many trees, and twinkling lights,

Ah, gifts galore, oh what a sight!

The houses glow, adorned anew,

In colors green, red, white, and blue.

The stores are packed, with brand new fare,

And soon you’ll see a Santa there.

The music very mystical,

It makes one feel so whimsical.

Now clean, and cook, and decorate,

So much to do, we stay up late.

Send out the cards, and wrap the gifts,

No wonder that we need a lift.

The day has come, dinner’s ready,

Family gathered, people many.

But do they know of Gospel grace,

Dare you preach it, now, in this place?

If they’re lost, what could be merry,

Sudden death would be so scarey.

Affections set on things above,

I say these things because I love.

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His death remember, that He said,

Not day of birth, we’re so misled.

What have these earthly things to do,

With Jesus Christ who died for you?

Cathy White 2007 ©

John 4:23-24 But the hour cometh, and now is, when the true worshippers shall worship the Father in spirit and in truth: for the Father seeketh such to worship him. God is a Spirit: and they that worship him must worship him in spirit and in truth.

1 Corinthians 11:23 For I have received of the Lord that which also I delivered unto you, That the Lord Jesus the same night in which he was betrayed took bread:

1 Corinthians 11:24 And when he had given thanks, he brake it, and said, Take, eat: this is my body, which is broken for you: this do in remembrance of me.

1 Corinthians 11:25 After the same manner also he took the cup, when he had supped, saying, This cup is the new testament in my blood: this do ye, as oft as ye drink it, in remembrance of me.

1 Corinthians 11:26 For as often as ye eat this bread, and drink this cup, ye do shew the Lord’s death till he come.

THE THANKSGIVING MY MOTHER ALMOST DIED

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

A STRANGE THANKSGIVING

Excerpt …

“When I was in that hospital room, on that cold dark night eight years ago, I noticed a small white paper on the floor. I picked it up. It was a bible tract. I still have it. I wrote on it …

‘Uncle Joe, December 3, 2000, Brookdale Hospital, Brooklyn, New York’

The title of the tract … ‘PREPARE TO MEET THY GOD'”

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