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A story has gone the round of the American press that made a great impression upon me as a father. A father took his little child out into the field one Sabbath, and, it being a hot day, lie lay down under a beautiful shady tree. The little child ran about gathering wild flowers and little blades of grass, and coming to its father and saying: “Pretty! pretty!” At last the father fell asleep, and while he was sleeping the little child wandered away. When he awoke, his first thought was: “Where is my child?” He looked all around, but he could not see him. He shouted at the top of his voice, but all he heard was the echo. Running to a little hill, he looked around and shouted again. No response! Then going to a precipice at some distance, he looked down, and there, upon the rocks and briars, he saw the mangled form of his loved child. He rushed to the spot, took up the lifeless corpse, and hugged it to his bosom, and accused himself of being the murderer of his child. While he was sleeping his child had wandered over the precipice. I thought as I read that, what a picture of the church of God! How many fathers and mothers, how many Christian men and women, are sleeping now while their children wander over the terrible precipice right into the bottomless pit! Father, mother, where is your boy to-night?

Taking the Wrong Boat

A Methodist minister, on his way to a camp-meeting, through some mistake took passage on the wrong boat. He found that instead of being bound for a religious gathering, he was on his way to a horse-race. His fellow-passengers were betting and discussing the events, and the whole atmosphere was foreign to his nature. He besought the captain that he would stop his boat and let him off at the first landing, as the surroundings were so distasteful to him.

The story also goes on to relate how, on the same occasion a sporting man, intending to go to the races, by some mistake found himself on the wrong boat, bound for the camp-meeting. The conversation about him was no more intelligible to him than to the man in the first instance, and he, too, besought the captain to stop and let him off the boat.

Now what was true in these two cases is practically true with every one. A true Christian is wretched where there is no fellowship, and an unregenerate man is not at ease where there are only Christians. A man’s future will be according to what he is here prepared for. If he is not regenerate, heaven will have no attractions for him. Heaven is a prepared place for a prepared people.

He Trusted his Father

A party of gentlemen in Scotland wanted to get some eggs from a nest on the side of a precipice, and they tried to persuade a poor boy that lived near to go over and get them, saying they would hold him by a rope. They offered him a good deal of money; but they were strangers to him, and he would not go. They told him they would see that no accident happened to him; they would hold the rope.

At last he said: “I will go if my father will hold the rope.”

He trusted his father.

A man will not trust strangers. I want to get acquainted with a man before I put my confidence in him. I have known God for forty years, and I have more confidence in Him now than I ever had before; it increases every year.

Lee, Haak-Sung:


With a firm determination, I started praying in tongues, when suddenly the cross hanging behind the podium radiated with bright light, and a round door appeared. A little later, Jesus appeared. "Haak-Sung. I love you. " I could not contain the happiness that overwhelmed me. " Haak-Sung, there is some place you have to go with Me, so let's go. " As soon as Jesus took my hand, my body floated in the air as light as a feather. When
we arrived at our destination, there was a strange
stench, and it was very dirty. I could hardly breathe due to the offensive smell all around me.


" Jesus, my beloved Jesus. Where are we? I can't see too well in front of me, " I shouted, but Jesus said, " Haak-Sung, don't be frightened. This is hell. I will protect you, so do not worry. But look closely. "


The fire heated the gates of hell bright red, and
even before entering it was unbearably hot. I had
to turn away from the scorching fire and the intense heat. I asked," Jesus, how can we step into this pit of fire? I don't think I can do this. "
We went to a place that was pitch dark, and I could not see a thing. Then, as soon as Jesus touched my eyes, I could see very clearly. There was an old lady with a look of despair sitting motionless and wearing a white traditional Korean dress. Jesus instructed, " Haak Sung, look closer, " so I walked closer to the old lady. It
was my maternal grandmother, who had passed
away a few years earlier. When my mother left
home, my maternal grandmother raised me. My
grandmother loved us. I was not right that my
grandmother was in hell. With astonishment I shouted out to her, " Grandma, it's me, Haak- Sung. How can a gentle and kind person end up
here? Hurry, come out of there. "

My grandmother quickly recognized me, and surprised, she asked, " Haak-Sung, why are you
here? How did you come here? " I replied," Jesus
brought me here. Grandma, hurry and come out
of there. " My grandmother cried and shouted, " Haak-Sung, as much as I want to get out, you can't do what you want here. You must not end up here. Leave immediately. "

In tears I pleaded with Jesus, " Jesus, please help my grandmother come out. My grandmother lived a sad life. " In an instant, a large snake appeared below my
grandmother's leg and started coiling and winding up her body. I screamed loudly, " Ahh. " My grandmother fearfully shouted, " Save me, please, " but there was no use. " Jesus, my beloved Jesus, I am the one who's done so much evil, " I cried. " Please do something, please. "


Jesus did not say a word, but His heart was breaking as He watched. I cried and cried as I begged, but there was no use. Even in the midst of the craziness, she asked about the welfare of the family and worried about them. " Haak-Sung, how are your sisters? What about your mother? "
I replied, " Everyone is doing well, " and as I was
answering her, the snake wrapped around her
tighter. My grandmother's agonizing screams
grew louder and louder. Jesus took my hand and
guided me, saying, " Haak-Sung, it's time to go
now. " I left the cries of my grandmother behind
me and came out of hell. Jesus said, " In hell,
compared to the physical world, all your senses
are more certainly and clearly alive...Haa-Sung,
don't cry. You saw it clearly, so go and serve the
Lord faithfully. Do you understand? "

~A MESSAGE OF THE HEART TO MY DISTINCT
FRIENDS.~


Please, read this. Why I think you should never
stop sharing the truth.
Don't ignore!


I thank God always for the salvation of my soul. I
believe if I died two or three years ago, I will be
burning hopelessly and helplessly in hell by now.
That great day when my friend walked up to me and gave me a book. I collected it just to see what it's all about. Well, reading that book made me bleed in the heart. I was convicted and converted. I called my friends and we all gave our lives to God. What if I miss that opportunity or what if my friend refused to give me that book. I don't think any other thing can change me.


Did you remember the day of your salvation and
just wonder, what if that never happened. What if
I wasn't told. You should always shared the truth.


Why I was at college. A teacher called me into
his room for a discussion. He begin the talk with
stories of his miserable life. He told me the encounters of his woes. He concluded by saying he is tired of living and he is fed up of life. I was under great persecution then so my ways of telling people about God was seriously restricted by the school authority. I manage to tell him few things.


Few weeks after that. I left the school for a short holiday. It was at home that I heard that the same man is dead. At that moment, I realized my failure. If I had known, I would have laboured in prayer for this young man. I would have shared the whole truth with Him. But the mistake I made was that I don't realize he won't
live forever.


A brother shared this story too. He said the Holy
Spirit commanded him to preach to someone. He
gave excuse that he will do that the next day. Well... The next day came and he took his bible going to the man's house. When he got there, he was told that if he had come yesterday, he would have seen a living
man, but now he has finally came late. What did you think of this person? The sharing of the truth which is the heart beat and cry of God is not his much concern. We think that man we live forever?


Share on and make the truth your trademark. Make your banner clear! Make the world see the standard of God in you. When you and FATHER GOD talk in prayer. Please tell Him about your
facebook posts.


Share more, speak more, write more, pray and
live the word too. Who knows, May Be If You Speak Just Once More, You May save another soul from hell.
Thanks for reading it. I will cherish your comment pls.
PRAISE THE LORD OF LOVE Amen. —

Barbara was driving her six-year-old son, Benjamin, to his piano lesson. They were late, and Barbara was beginning to think she should have cancelled it. There was always so much to do, and Barbara, a night-duty nurse at the local hospital, had recently worked extra shifts. She was tired. The sleet storm and icy roads added to her tension. Maybe she should turn the car
around.


“Mom!” Ben cried. “Look!” Just ahead, a car had lost control on a patch of ice. As Barbara tapped the brakes, the other car spun wildly rolled over, then crashed sideways into a telephone pole. Barbara pulled over, skidded to a stop and threw open her door. Thank goodness she was a nurse – she might be able to help these unfortunate passengers. Then she paused. What about Ben? She couldn’t take him with her. Little boys
shouldn’t see scenes like the one she anticipated. But was it safe to leave him alone? What if their car were hit from behind?


For a brief moment Barbara considered going on her way. Someone else was sure to come along. No! “Ben, honey, promise me you’ll stay in the car!” “I will, Mommy,” he said as she ran, slipping and sliding toward the crash site. It was worse than she’d feared.
Two girls of high school age are in the car. One, the blond on the passenger side, was dead, killed on impact. The driver, however was still breathing. She was unconscious and pinned in the wreckage. Barbara quickly applied pressure to the wound in the teenager’s head while her practiced eye catalogued the other injuries. A broken leg, maybe two, along with probable
internal bleeding. But if help came soon, the girl would live.


A trucker had pulled up and was calling for help on his cellular phone. Soon Barbara heard the ambulance sirens. A few moments later she surrendered her lonely post to rescue workers.


“Good job,” one said as he examined the driver’s wounds. “You probably saved her life, ma’am.”
Perhaps. But as Barbara walked back to her car a feeling of sadness overwhelmed her, especially
for the family of the girl who had died. Their lives
would never be the same. Oh, God, why do such things have to happen?


Slowly Barbara opened her car door. What should
she tell Benjamin? He was staring at the crash site, his blue eyes huge. “Mom,” he whispered, “did you see it?” “See what, Honey?” she asked. “The angel, Mom! He came down from the sky while you were running to the car. And he opened the door, and he took that girl out.”
Barbara’s eyes filled with tears. “Which door, Ben?” “The passenger side. He took the girl’s hand, and they floated up to heaven together”
“What about the driver?” Ben shrugged. “I didn’t see anyone else.”


Later, Barbara was able to meet the families of the victims. They expressed their gratitude for the help she had provided. Barbara was able to give them something more – Ben’s vision. There was no way he could have known what happened to either of the passengers. Nor could the passenger door have been opened; Barbara had seen its tangle of immovable steel herself. Yet Ben's account brought consolation to
a grieving family. Their daughter was safe in Heaven. And they would see her again.

THE BLOOD OF THE HEROES OF FAITH WHO
CHANGED THE WORLD, THE PASSION OF HIS
ELECT.


All Who Sees This Should Just Stop By And
Read!


David Living Stone came to Africa when the
continent was still deadly to preach the Gospel
of Jesus. He lost his children and this poor man
could only say, "thank God they have gone
home. We will meet.".


His wife died also because of His mission to
Africa, he still don't give up. He was coming to
Africa one day when a lion attacked him, nearly
killed him. He managed to escape with one hand
lost. Yet this man died on his kneel praying for
Africa. When He was discovered dead, they saw
what he wrote with his last breath, LORD SAVE
AFRICA.


Imagine John Knox praying for years, "LORD
GIVE ME SCOTLAND OR I DIE"
READ THIS!


A young christian brother, his wife and children
went on a missionary journey to a town where
darkness reigns supreme!


As they were preaching, the people became
furious. They got hold of this wonderful family
and decided to teach them a lesson. They dug a
hole, big one indeed and threw them inside. They
began to bury them alive. As they were doing so,
they noticed just one thing. The entire family
were rejoicing, singing praises to God. This men
of darkness buried this young family alive.
After this, Holy Spirit began to touch the heart of
this weakened men. They can't help thinking about
what they have done. They were asking
questions like, why are they rejoicing? they are
strange. Why do they still believe in what they
believed even when it is clear they will die? Why
are they all singing?


God sent another man to that town. When this
person got there, they all accepted Jesus, not
because he brought another message but
because the blood of some heroes had been
shed.


Pls don't stop reading this now!
When I look at the gone Heroes of Faith. Those
whose foot print are still marked on the narrow
way! If I compare it with this day christian, Oh
what are few in number are still alive.


Oh God, where is the passion of Apostle Paul,
who did you give the brave heart Of David Living
Stone. Where is the passion of the dead heroes
of faith who on their rugged body bear the
agonizing mark of the cross. Time is changing,
the world is dying to the truth daily.
I don't need prosperity, promotion, provision,
popularity, or pleasure, but passion, power, fire
of God.


Create in me Oh God, the passion for the body of
Christ, the power of the men of Old. I don't want
to only get to heaven, I want to get to heaven
gloriously.


There is general dryness in the world, but the
blood of the heroes of faith still ring bells of
warning that we must be awake as knight of the
Heavenly King. We now have Christians without
passion and passion without real power.
Each time I see a missionary, I become
challenged because they are likely going to be
most blessed in heaven. why? They have
forsaken all only to retire into unknown station
for the sake of Christ, and sometimes suffers the
ugly fate of unmarked grave. Surprises we be in
heaven when the reward of the passionate will
greatly differs from the passive Christian that
narrowly escaped hell.


Can you say you are available to be the next
Hero of Faith. Or did you want to meet the
saviour with empty hand not even with a soul to
present. Why can't you pray for the unsaved?
Why did you speak against the other
denominations? Yes, not all denomination are
really saved but why not passionately pray for
them? The lost need our prayer. I'm available OH
LORD. God will reward you if you feel concern
about the dying majority going to hell because
there is enough hopeless brothers and sisters in
hell now.


God bless you!

Extreme light. COLORADO: RACHEL SCOTT♥


"I am not going to apologize for speaking the
name of Jesus. I will take it. If my friends have
to become my enemies for me to be with my
best friend, Jesus, then that's fine with me. I
always knew being a Christian means having
enemies, but I never thought that my 'friends'
were going to be those enemies."


Rachel was a student at Columbine High School
on the day two students opened fire in the
school. One gunman asked her if she still
believed in God. She looked him in the eye and
said yes, she still believed. He asked her why,
but he didn't let her answer before killing her.
Rachel Scott passed her test, and because she
did, her light reached beyond her school to
around the world. Long before the test came,
Rachel expressed her willingness to give her all
for Christ. The words from her journal, written
exactly one year before her death, tell about her
commitment: "I am not going to hide the light
that God has put into me. If I have to sacrifice
everything, I will."


"In the same way let your light shine before men,
that they may see your good works and praise
your Father in Heaven." MATTHEW 5:16
Let us count the cost and bear the cross. For
richer will be the crown and sweeter will be the
heaven! Sister Rachel's life is a challenge to
me...

Extreme unity! MAURITANIA Real life story


Maura had watched in horror as soldiers put out
her husband's eyes with hot irons, trying to
break his will. Now, hanging upside down with a
weight around his neck on the orders of the
Roman governor Arrianus, Timothy waited for his
gag to be removed. The fear he initially felt at
his arrest had been replaced with a sense of
divine calm.


Instead of renouncing his faith and disclosing the
location of his church's copies of the scriptures,
as the soldiers expected, Timothy scolded his
young wife "Do let your love for me come before
your love for Christ," he urged Maura, affirming
his willingness and determination to did for his
Saviour. Seeing her husband's courage, Maura's
own resolve was strengthened

.
Arrianus, already in a rage at Timothy refusal, set
out to break Maura's newfound courage. He
sentence her to the hardest tortures of the
Roman world. Yet she would not break. She
refused to deny Christ. After each had endured
unspeakable suffering, Timothy and Maura were
crucified, side by side.


"let us, then go to him outside the camp and
share his shame. For there is no permanent city
for us here on earth. We are looking for the city
which is to come." Hebrews 13 : 13 (GNB)
we must not look back! We must show to the
world who we are in Christ. We should pray for
ourselves as member of the same body. Who is
proud there to say I belong to Christ?
"I will go alone. Only the brave should
follow."__Alexander the great.

A young man, a student in one of our
universities, was one day taking a walk with a
professor, who was commonly called the
students’ friend, from his kindness to those who
waited on his instructions. As they went along,
they saw lying in the path a pair of old shoes,
which they supposed to belong to a poor man
who was employed in a field close by, and who
had nearly finished his day’s work.
The student turned to the professor, saying: “Let
us play the man a trick: we will hide his shoes,
and conceal ourselves behind those bushes, and
wait to see his perplexity when he cannot find
them.”


“My young friend,” answered the professor, “we
should never amuse ourselves at the expense of
the poor. But you are rich, and may give yourself
a much greater pleasure by means of the poor
man. Put a coin into each shoe, and then we will
hide ourselves and watch how the discovery
affects him.”


The student did so, and they both placed
themselves behind the bushes close by. The poor
man soon finished his work, and came across
the field to the path where he had left his coat
and shoes. While putting on his coat he slipped
his foot into one of his shoes; but feeling
something hard, he stooped down to feel what it
was, and found the coin. Astonishment and
wonder were seen upon his countenance.
He gazed upon the coin, turned it round, and
looked at it again and again. He then looked
around him on all sides, but no person was to be
seen. He now put the money into his pocket, and
proceeded to put on the other shoe; but
his surprise was doubled on finding the other
coin. His feelings overcame him; he fell upon his
knees, looked up to heaven and uttered aloud a
fervent thanksgiving, in which he spoke of his
wife, sick and helpless, and his children without
bread, whom the timely bounty, from some
unknown hand, would save from perishing.


The student stood there deeply affected, and his
eyes filled with tears. “Now,” said the professor,
“are you not much better pleased than if you had
played your intended trick?”
The youth replied, “You have taught me a lesson
which I will never forget. I feel now the truth of
those words, which I never understood before: ‘It
is more blessed to give than to receive.’”

YOU JUST HAVE TO READ THIS This is a true story of Mother’s Sacrifice during the China Earthquake. After the Earthquake had subsided, when the rescuers reached the ruins of a young woman’s house, they saw her dead body through the cracks. But her pose was somehow strange that she knelt on her knees like a person was worshiping; her body was leaning forward, and her two hands were supporting by anobject. The collapsed house had crashed her back and her head. With so many difficulties, the leader of the rescuer team put his hand through an arrow gap on the wall to reach the woman’s body. He was hoping that this woman could be still alive. However, the cold and stiff body told him that she had passed away for sure. He and the rest of the team left this house and were going to search the next collapsed building. For some reasons, the team leader was driven by a compelling force to go back to the ruin house of the dead woman. Again, he knelt down and used his had through the narrow cracks to search the little space under the dead body. Suddenly, he screamed with excitement,” A child! There is a child! “The whole team worked together; carefully they removed the piles of ruined objects around the dead woman. There was a 3 months old little boy wrapped in a flowery blanket under his mother’s dead body. Obviously, the woman had made an ultimate sacrifice for saving her son. When her house was falling, she used her body to make a cover to protect her son. The little boy was still sleeping peacefully when the team leader picked him up. The medical doctor came quickly to exam the little boy. After he opened the blanket, he saw a cell phone inside the blanket. There was a text message on the screen. It said,” If you can survive, you must remember that I love you.” This cell phone was passing around from one hand to another. Every body that read the message wept. ” If you can survive, you must remember that I love you.” Such is the mother’s love for her child!! "If you, then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give good gifts to those who ask him!" - Matthew 7:11

THE RACE
This is a poem written by an unknown person. It
tells the story of a young boy competing in a
race he desperately wants to win. But He has
fallen down three times. And each time his dad
has urged him to get up and win the race. Read
these lines slowly.

THE RACE
Defeat! He lay there silently, a tear dropped from
his eye.
"There's no sense running anymore___ three
strikes,
I'm out___why try?
The will to rise had disappeared, all hope had
fled away,
So far behind, so error prone, closer all the way.
"I've lost, so what's the use" he thought,
I'll live with my disgrace."
But them he thought about his dad who
soon he'd have to face.
"Get up", an echo sounded low,
"Get up and take your place.
You were not meant for failure here,
so get up and win the race."
With borrowed will, "Get up," it said
"You haven't lost all,
For winning is not more than this___
to rise each time you fall"

So up he rose to win once more, and with a new
commit,
He resolved that win or lose, at least he wouldn't
quit.
So far behind the others now, the most he'd ever
been,
Still he gave it all he had and ran as though to
win.
Three times he'd fallen stumbling,
three times he rose again,
Too far behind to hope to win, he still ran to the
end.

They cheered the winning runner as he crossed,
first place,
Head high and proud and happy; no falling, no
disgrace.
But when the fallen youngster crossed the line,
last place,
The crowd gave him greater cheer for
finishing the race.
And even though he came in last,
with head bowed low, unproud;
You would have thought he won the race,
to listen to the crowd.
And to his dad he sadly said, "I didn't do well."
"To me, you won," his father said.
"You rose each time you fell."

And now when things seems dark and hard
and difficult to face,
The memory of that little boy helps me in my
race.
For all of life is like that race,
with ups and downs and all,
And all you have to do to win____is rise each
time you fall.
"Quit! Give up, you're beaten," they still shout in
my face.
But another voice within me says,
"Get up and win that race"

_AUTHOR UNKNOWN
If you have read this far, you've done a good job.
Some probably ignored it because it's like a long
piece., my friend and reader,
"since we have so great a cloud of witnesses
surrounding us, let us also lay aside every
encumbrance, and the sin which so entangles us,
and let us run with endurance the race that is
set before us, fixing our eyes on Jesus.
(HEBREWS 12:1-2)

So short (1minute!)
A must read!

A mosquito went out flying for the first time in
its life. The father asked; "How do you feel?" the
mosquito answered; "It was GREAT! Everyone
was just clapping for me". The father replied,
"They weren't clapping for you. They wanted to
kill you. The more they clap, the more likely that
you will die soon."

Friends, I know you know that good things
destroys, so take heed lest you fall. The lust of
the eyes, the lust of the heart and the pride of
life! They are easy snare found everywhere in
the world today. Our journey is just once and it
will soon be over! God is our strength amen

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