Here's the link:
http://www.godtube.com/watch/?v=KL7KGLNX
http://www.godtube.com/watch/?v=KL7KGLNX
Why We Celebrate Easter
godtube.com
I put it on Facebook as well:
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
hope
This seems to be the missing ingredient of so many lives in our society today.
I've met some Christians who need more of this...
JESUS IS HOPE!
EASTER IS ALL ABOUT HOPE!
WHAT'S HOPE?
1. Hope is knowing that a positive outcome awaits.
2. Hope is not only expecting a dream to come true, but having a deep assurance that it's within your reach.
3. Hope is saying you can.
4. Hope is knowing that you can improve and that
you always get better with practice.
5. Hope is knowing that you can achieve your goals through hard work and persistence.
6. Hope is looking to the future with joy and having an expectation of better things to come.
7. Hope is the knowledge that life is everlasting, and that miracles happen every day.
8. Hope is something that never abandons you. Even when your life is filled with sadness and disappointment, a spark remains inside to help you get through the rough times.
9. Hope is looking into the midst of darkness with confidence that light is soon coming.
10. Hope is one of God's greatest gifts to you, because it's the magic that inspires you to keep trying, learning, loving, and living.
PS...
Please forgive your silly pastor, but I just can't stop laughing at this pic!
(I may need some serious prayer and fasting for my issues! hee hee)
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Grandpa's Hands
Just got this TEARJERKER by email from Angie Hoff...
Grandpa, some ninety plus years, sat feebly on the patio bench. He didn't move, just sat with his head down staring at his hands. When I sat down beside him he didn't acknowledge my presence and the longer I sat, I wondered if he was OK. Finally, not really wanting to disturb him but wanting to check on him at the same time, I asked him if he was OK.
He raised his head and looked at me and smiled. "Yes, I'm fine. Thank you for asking," he said in a clear strong voice.
"I didn't mean to disturb you, Grandpa, but you were just sitting here staring at your hands and I wanted to make sure you were OK," I explained to him.
"Have you ever looked at your hands," he asked. "I mean really looked at your hands?"
I slowly opened my hands and stared down at them. I turned them over, palms up and then palms down. No, I guess I had never really looked at my hands as I tried to figure out the point he was making. Grandpa smiled and related this story:
"Stop and think for a moment about the hands you have, how they have served you well throughout your years. These hands, though wrinkled, shriveled, and weak have been the tools I have used all my life to reach out and grab and embrace life.
They put food in my mouth and clothes on my back.
As a child my mother taught me to fold them in prayer.
They tied my shoes and pulled on my boots.
They have been dirty, scraped and raw, swollen and bent.
They were uneasy and clumsy when I tried to hold my newborn son.
Decorated with my wedding band they showed the world that I was married and loved someone special.
They trembled and shook when I buried my parents and spouse and walked my daughter down the aisle.
They have covered my face, combed my hair, and washed and cleansed the rest of my body.
They have been sticky and wet, bent and broken, dried and raw.
And to this day, when not much of anything else of me works real well, these hands hold me up, lay me down, and again continue to fold in prayer.
These hands are the mark of where I've been and the ruggedness of my life.
But more importantly it will be these hands that God will reach out and take when he leads me home.
And with my hands He will lift me to His side and there I will use these hands to touch the face of Christ."
I will never look at my hands the same again. But I remember God reached out and took my grandpa's hands and led him home. When my hands are hurt or sore I think of Grandpa. I know he has been stroked and caressed and held by the hands of God. I, too, want to touch the face of God and feel His hands upon my face...
I can think of no better way to end this sweetness than with the good news!
Romans 10:9&10...That if you confess with your mouth, Jesus is Lord, and believe in your heart that God raised Him from the dead, you will be saved. For it is with your heart that you believe and are justified, and it is with your mouth that you confess and are saved...
Thursday, April 14, 2011
just finished a great district council
REALLY ENJOYED Pastor Chocolate and his masters commission from Chicago!
(and even Pastor Leroy the bull tamer)
visit neag.org
Friday, April 8, 2011
Bullying
I recently confronted this subject on facebook (religious bullying may just be the worst)...
Here's the links:
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Steve Harvey Introduces Jesus
I showed this on a Sunday morning not long ago.
Someone recently asked me where I found it, here ya go...
Hard to believe this is the end of a comedy act.
Goes to show ya that church can happen anywhere.
SO AWESOME!!!
Sunday, April 3, 2011
There are 37 million people in America who have abandoned Christianity because of a "negative experience."
Here's a couple links to that new book I referenced in this morning's sermon...
Friday, April 1, 2011
I have to share some beautiful photos from Nathaniel and I's walk this evening...
Judy Deaver totally got us today! She posted on facebook that she saw a huge herd of cranes at the river. So I took the long walk there with Nathaniel...APRIL FOOLS! We had a good time anyway and saw horsies and bugs and alligators and a BEAUTIFUL sunset...
(ok maybe we didn't see any alligators)
Saturday, March 26, 2011
wow these remarkable people never do anything halfway
look at all these marvelous people who made YUMMY YUMMY YUMMY cimanum rolls today, fundraising for women's ministries (yes that's how you say cinnamon when there that YUMMY)
Thursday, March 24, 2011
looky looky what a cutie
Brittany's picture fundraiser for her mission trip (way to go again girl!) gave us some more amazing pics of our little man. Who, by the way, started preschool today, early smarty pants boy. (sorry i couldn't help but blog em)
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