One day last week a thought came to mind about how so many say they want Christ in their life, but they are just not ready. I was sitting at my sewing machine thinking about this and I remembered how Jesus asked God that if it was His will, to keep Him from having to be tortured and crucified. Two days later I made a graphic and posted it to a few of our social media pages.
In my dream, a group of us were sitting in a front yard and I felt that we were at home. That we all lived there. I was surrounded by family, friends, and people I don’t know. But in my dream, we were all family.
The yard had a fence and a gate. A few of us looked out and noticed other friends and family that we knew wandering around the neighborhood. They were dazed and lost, almost like they were sleep walking. Eventually all of us in the yard started calling each of them by name and shouting:
“Come home! Come home! You’ll be safe!”
Many heard us, woke up, and came running in the gate for a happy reunion while some continued wandering.
I woke up excited, but concerned.
Remember being a kid and playing outside? When it began to get dark, the porch light would turn on and everyone knew it was time to go home. I still remember the sound of my Grandma’s voice when she would call out my name. “Angela! It’s time to come home! Come on, it’s getting dark out!”
The times are getting dark, we all know that. The “porch light” is going to light up any minute, and it will be time to go to our Heavenly home. (I CAN’T WAIT!)
How many of our loved ones are too busy to realize that it is getting dark and almost time to go home? We need to start getting their attention!
Why aren’t we trying harder? Are we too busy to care about the souls that need Christ?
I want to challenge every Christian to call or message someone they know that needs Jesus. Reach out to them. Ask them how they are doing, if they have given any thought to God lately. Remind them just how much He loves them. See if they want to meet up to talk or come to church with you. Don’t make a laundry list of their sins and tell them how wrong they are. Love the lost more than the enemy hates them. Just shine the light of Jesus in to their life.
Some people just need that little reminder and will come running right back in. Others may not be as eager to listen. Keep praying for them and being a friend to them, don’t just shut them out.
With everything going on in the world, it is too easy to just give up and say that no one wants to listen. We need to keep fighting the good fight and bring in the lost! Wake them up and ask them to come home!
Or what woman, having ten silver coins, if she loses one coin, does not light a lamp, sweep the house, and search carefully until she finds it? And when she has found it, she calls her friends and neighbors together, saying, ‘Rejoice with me, for I have found the piece which I lost!’ Likewise, I say to you, there is joy in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner who repents.”
Luke 15:8-10 NKJV
Have you ever felt down and wondered if you mattered to anyone? Have you ever questioned if what you do to for God really matters to Him? What about considering if it really made a difference whether or not you served the Lord?
Many people have had those questions before. The enemy likes to put those thoughts in our heads, whether when we are contemplating salvation or during a struggle with our Christian walk. It’s a dark thought, and one many don’t want to admit they have weighed over in their head and hearts, but it’s true. Something that no one wants to talk about, but true.
However, Luke 15:10 brings something very important to light. The angels rejoice over each and every sinner that repents and gives their life to God. Every. Single. One.
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Life in this world is hard. Excruciating. It can become very lonely. But with Christ, not only do we have an almighty God who cherishes us. We have His son Jesus, all of the angels, and our constantly growing Christian family. Is that not amazing?
The next time that the enemy tries to sneak in and whisper lies into your ear, remember those angels that are in Heaven rejoicing over your soul. You are the lamb that the Shepherd left the 99 to find the 1. The coin that was found. The prodigal son… and every other parable that Jesus taught. He did it all for YOU! And if no one else ever wanted to follow Him, He would do it all again just for YOU! The angels rejoice over YOU!
While it doesn’t exactly follow the same lines of this scripture and post, I want to share with you the status that I posted on our Facebook page on Thanksgiving. Salvation is a wonderful thing, and if you have not asked God for forgiveness, I would like to invite you to right now.
Giants in small places…sounds conflicting doesn’t it? Feeding and nourishing the spirit part of us, no matter how small in stature or station we may be, is the framework for a spiritual giant. Each person in the body of Christ is important – even if we think we are overlooked or unimportant, God has us in His sight. I reached this conclusion while ON MY KNEES WITH A TOOTHBRUSH, CLEANING BEHIND TOILETS IN THE MEN’S ROOM at church. Thinking to myself, “this has to be THE most demeaning job”, I remembered the woman who washed the feet of Jesus with her hair and what He said to her. I decided not to complain. Our Father sees and knows all. He uses small, seemingly insignificant acts that have a way of nourishing the spirit part of us. Heaven probably documents them in ALL CAPS. He even uses small tools to perform large tasks ! Assignments that seem unimportant compared to others doesn’t mean they’re less important in the Father’s eyes. I love Him.
These were the hands that rocked me gently
And kept me safe from harm
They gently guided me through life
And sheltered me in the storm
They worked for years to carry the weight
Of what should have been carried by two
They didn’t question the road they went down
They just did what they had to do
They guided my steps through a narrow path
They taught me the way I should go
And left them for me to sow
I learned John 3:16 before I could read
And to treat others with kindness and care
I knew if I had something you needed
It was left up to me to share
These hands weren’t created for idle work
They were created to show me the way
Though I never knew when these hands grew
They’d wave goodbye someday
As they folded in prayer at an old kitchen chair
Streaks of tears stained a table
For the promise of God was impressed in her heart
And with Him she knew she was able
Written on May 9th, 2012 for Diania’s Mom, whom went to Heaven on May 14th. “Momma” heard the poem and was very pleased. Diania is looking forward to seeing her Mom again, someday. Praise the Lord!
How many of you remember that little song with the big meaning from your childhood, the one that only had a few repeated choruses about pulling together and how happy we’d be? I think we learn more from our younger years then we even realize, we take little songs and apply them to simple little things without having thought about that little tune since childhood.
Pulling together is the very importance of Christianity, getting the impossible done when it almost seems impossible, raising funds for children you will never meet, but knowing they will be blessed from something you and a handful of others felt led to do.
Pulling together somehow keeps the joy in your heart, the smile on your face and the skip in your walk. Age holds no barrier to helping, God can and will use any one who applies for the job. You just have to be willing. No paper work or application necessary, and you get full benefits with a vacation package your sure to be happy with when you reach paradise…
Today I watched everyone pull together, the job got done and I thank God for letting me be a part of such a wonderful group of Christians, SO IF WE ALL PULL TOGETHER, TOGETHER, TOGETHER, IF WE ALL PULL TOGETHER THE HAPPIER WE’LL BE……
In my life, I have moved approximately 47 times. Yes, you read that right: 47!
No, I wasn’t a military kid. And though my Grandpa was a pastor and I lived in his home, from the time I was born until the time he died he was pastoring the same church. In fact, the majority of my childhood was in the same home from the age of 6 until 14 and I attended the same elementary school for all 7 years. Life has just “happened” and as a result, I’ve moved. A lot.
The majority of those moves have been in the last 16 years. Many times I find myself wishing I never had to move again, but such is the life of being a renter and not a home owner. I long for home, to put it simply. But where and what is “home”?
Could it be where you grew up? Just a place you store your “stuff”? Is it where your family resides, or the opposite, as far away from them as possible? Is it a brick and mortar building, on wheels, or non existent all together?
During a very dark time in my life, I lived in my van. (Before you even ask, no, it wasn’t down by the river.) While enduring that circumstance, I realized very quickly how often people take the little things for granted. I learned then that “home” does not have to be something tangible. So I know that is not what I’m looking for. (On a side note, no, in my count of 47 I am not including every time I drove my van from one place to another. Oh, c’mon, go ahead and laugh. You know you want to. I do!)
The Bible tells us this:
19 “Do not lay up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy and where thieves break in and steal;20 but lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust destroys and where thieves do not break in and steal.21 For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.
Matthew 6:19-21 NKJV
There is an old saying, “Home is where the heart is”. If we’re layin’ up our treasures in that home above… and that is where our heart is… Looks like Heaven is “Home”.
I don’t know about you, but home is looking better every day. Being as homesick as I am, I’m going to do everything I can to reach my destination. How about you?
While working one day, I stopped to pray
Cause things were bringing me down
As I bowed my head, thought of things I dread
I felt my knees hit the ground
As time went by, I started to cry
The Holy Spirit filled the air
He said, “My child, let go”
I felt the tears flow
And my sins I started to share
As He held my hand, He said I understand
My child, you’ve been forgiven
The weight you carry is why I tarry
And now you can go on living
There’s a reason I’m here, to dry your tear
There’s joy to restore in your heart
You’re part of my plan
I hope you understand
You have been from the start
All you go through is planned out for you
It’s a season for you to grow
I won’t walk away or let you stray
But there are things you need to know
If you need to see where I might be
My child, just open your eyes
I’ve told you before that I love you more
That should come as no surprise
After all my child
What more do you need
Then a Father who gives His best
If you come to me first and seek my face
I’m sure I can handle the rest
Nothing you do can turn me away
I’m the maker of the air you breathe
Till you take your last breath
And I carry you home
I have no reason to leave
So hold on my Child, till I call you home
And remember I’m always near
There’s no reason to worry
If your prayers reach home
I assure you I’m always here
All that you’ve done I keep in my heart
You’re a treasure in Heaven above
So open your life and allow me back in
And I’ll fill your heart with love
Written by Diania Comstock on August 20th, 2011