A BLAST FROM THE WORD
By Sandra Rhynes
“Unconquerable”
Romans 8:37-39
37 Yet in all these things we are more than conquerors through Him who loved us. 38 For I am persuaded that neither death nor life, nor angels nor principalities nor powers, nor things present nor things to come, 39 nor height nor depth, nor any other created thing, shall be able to separate us from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.
Unconquerable! Unconquerable! Unconquerable! This is what we are in Jesus Christ. As long as we stay with Him---old satan can’t touch us, he cannot conquer us, he cannot steal us, and he cannot take us out of the hand of the Lord. We are overcomers through the Blood of the Lamb and the word of our testimony. The 39th verse says nothing in the heavens or the earth or ANY OTHER CREATED THING can separate us from God. That is all satan is, he is just a created being---that’s all! Jesus is the only POWER, He is the ONE. Doesn’t matter what is going on around us, we are more than conquerors through the Blood of Jesus Christ. Jesus conquered death, hell and the grave. That is satan’s end---not ours. We will have life and life more abundant. We will not fear death. To be absent in this body is to be present with Christ. The transition will be in an instant, in the twinkling of an eye.
Most gracious Heavenly Father, Lord and Savior, I love you supremely. I plan to have life abundantly with you forever and ever. Stay the hand of the enemy that wants to conquer me and kill me. I have conquered satan because you have conquered satan. Praise Your Holy Name. Amen
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
"Not On Sunday Night"
A BLAST FROM THE WORD
By Sandra Rhynes
While searching through some old church bulletins I ran across this little poem. Thought you would enjoy it. Also, you will get a rest from my thoughts.
“Not On Sunday Night”
I love the church that Jesus bought
And know that it is right.
I go there every Sunday morning
But not on Sunday night.
I love to sing the songs of God,
Such worship must be right:
This I do on Sunday morning,
But not on Sunday night.
I love to hear the gospel too
It gives me pure delight
I hear it every Sunday morning,
But not on Sunday night.
I know I need more strength
To keep going on in this great fight,
For help I come on Sunday morning,
But not on Sunday night.
Truth can save the world
If it’s light keeps shining bright
I help it shine on Sunday morning,
But not on Sunday night.
Yes, all of us must die
I hope I’ll be doing right.
And so may I die on Sunday morning
And not on Sunday night.
Author Unknown
By Sandra Rhynes
While searching through some old church bulletins I ran across this little poem. Thought you would enjoy it. Also, you will get a rest from my thoughts.
“Not On Sunday Night”
I love the church that Jesus bought
And know that it is right.
I go there every Sunday morning
But not on Sunday night.
I love to sing the songs of God,
Such worship must be right:
This I do on Sunday morning,
But not on Sunday night.
I love to hear the gospel too
It gives me pure delight
I hear it every Sunday morning,
But not on Sunday night.
I know I need more strength
To keep going on in this great fight,
For help I come on Sunday morning,
But not on Sunday night.
Truth can save the world
If it’s light keeps shining bright
I help it shine on Sunday morning,
But not on Sunday night.
Yes, all of us must die
I hope I’ll be doing right.
And so may I die on Sunday morning
And not on Sunday night.
Author Unknown
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
"Star of Wonder"
A BLAST FROM THE WORD
By Sandra Rhynes
“Star of Wonder”
Matthew 2:2
“For we have seen His star in the East and have come to worship Him."
Oh, the star! They were Wise Men indeed when they set themselves to enquire after Christ. They had seen an extraordinary star. They had never seen such a star before, which said to them, this was an indication of an extraordinary birth in the land of Judea. God spoke to the Wisemen by a star and to the Shepherds by angels. When we seek Him, He will come to us in ways we can understand. A divine impression was made upon their minds, as to this star being the signal given for the birth of the Christ Child. Those who truly desire to know Jesus and find Him will not regard distance, pain or perils in seeking Him. When we find Him—then---we shall know---“Where is He that is born King of the Jews?” He is the Messiah, the Savior of the world! He is the Lord of all! He is the Living Word! He is the Blessed Redeemer! What a wonderful time to give Him the best gift of all---Your Heart!
Jesus Christ, the Son of the Living God, I come to you with a broken heart and a contrite spirit. This heart You will not turn away. Come into my heart this day. I wait no longer to call You my Savior. Today is the day of my salvation. I worship You today. Amen
By Sandra Rhynes
“Star of Wonder”
Matthew 2:2
“For we have seen His star in the East and have come to worship Him."
Oh, the star! They were Wise Men indeed when they set themselves to enquire after Christ. They had seen an extraordinary star. They had never seen such a star before, which said to them, this was an indication of an extraordinary birth in the land of Judea. God spoke to the Wisemen by a star and to the Shepherds by angels. When we seek Him, He will come to us in ways we can understand. A divine impression was made upon their minds, as to this star being the signal given for the birth of the Christ Child. Those who truly desire to know Jesus and find Him will not regard distance, pain or perils in seeking Him. When we find Him—then---we shall know---“Where is He that is born King of the Jews?” He is the Messiah, the Savior of the world! He is the Lord of all! He is the Living Word! He is the Blessed Redeemer! What a wonderful time to give Him the best gift of all---Your Heart!
Jesus Christ, the Son of the Living God, I come to you with a broken heart and a contrite spirit. This heart You will not turn away. Come into my heart this day. I wait no longer to call You my Savior. Today is the day of my salvation. I worship You today. Amen
Thursday, December 11, 2008
"Christmas Peace"
A BLAST FROM THE WORD
By Sandra Rhynes
“Christmas Peace”
Psalms 4:8
In peace I will both lie down and sleep, For You alone, O LORD, make me to dwell in safety……..
Especially at Christmas time I think about peace, peace of mind, peace of soul, peace on earth, peace and comfort, peace, peace, wonderful peace. There is a lightness in the air and lots of love and expectancy everywhere. We have the opportunity to have the heart of a child. How wonderful to be a child again! To be light hearted and feel the love that only comes at Christmas time. It is a time for childlike faith. When we lay our heads down on our pillows at night we want peace and safety. We can have this “Christmas Peace all year, not just at Christmas time. Happiness depends on circumstances---Love, Joy and Peace depends on Christ alone. When God puts grace in our heart He puts gladness, joy and peace in our heart. All shall be made to work for good to us if we keep ourselves in the love of God.
Holy Lord, thank You for sending Your Son to be born into this world. I understand that without Christmas there would be no Easter. No resurrection or life everlasting. Thank you for dieing on the cross for my sins. I love you, Lord.
By Sandra Rhynes
“Christmas Peace”
Psalms 4:8
In peace I will both lie down and sleep, For You alone, O LORD, make me to dwell in safety……..
Especially at Christmas time I think about peace, peace of mind, peace of soul, peace on earth, peace and comfort, peace, peace, wonderful peace. There is a lightness in the air and lots of love and expectancy everywhere. We have the opportunity to have the heart of a child. How wonderful to be a child again! To be light hearted and feel the love that only comes at Christmas time. It is a time for childlike faith. When we lay our heads down on our pillows at night we want peace and safety. We can have this “Christmas Peace all year, not just at Christmas time. Happiness depends on circumstances---Love, Joy and Peace depends on Christ alone. When God puts grace in our heart He puts gladness, joy and peace in our heart. All shall be made to work for good to us if we keep ourselves in the love of God.
Holy Lord, thank You for sending Your Son to be born into this world. I understand that without Christmas there would be no Easter. No resurrection or life everlasting. Thank you for dieing on the cross for my sins. I love you, Lord.
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
"A Son's Mother"
A BLAST FROM THE WORD
By Sandra Rhynes
“A Son’s Mother”
Luke 2:19 “But Mary kept all these things and pondered them in her heart”
There are many thoughts in my heart today as I think about this Christmas Season. As I look at my own baby son, I think about Mary’s son born so long ago, how things were so different for her. No hospital to have her baby in, not even a house, just a lowly stable where animals were born. No bed for her baby, with comforter, bed shirt and pillow, just a bunch of dirty hay. She must have loved her baby son just as much as I do my own. And…yet…to have hers grow up and hang on a cross and to see and feel the pain with her son…I don’t know if I would be willing to see mine on a cross even if my heart had already been prepared for this. I am too human to have gone through with it. Many times we have to put our feeling aside to follow the will of the Lord. I shudder to think how things might have been if Mary would have said no to God. He knew just who to pick for the great task of bringing one small boy into the world, one small boy to grow up and become the Savior of the world. I wonder if Mary really ever knew to the fullest extent of just what a service to mankind God allowed her to do. What service is God allowing you to do in your life for Him? Are you willing to make the kind of sacrifice that Mary made to serve God? I also wonder if we are made of as strong of stuff as Mary was.
By Sandra Rhynes
“A Son’s Mother”
Luke 2:19 “But Mary kept all these things and pondered them in her heart”
There are many thoughts in my heart today as I think about this Christmas Season. As I look at my own baby son, I think about Mary’s son born so long ago, how things were so different for her. No hospital to have her baby in, not even a house, just a lowly stable where animals were born. No bed for her baby, with comforter, bed shirt and pillow, just a bunch of dirty hay. She must have loved her baby son just as much as I do my own. And…yet…to have hers grow up and hang on a cross and to see and feel the pain with her son…I don’t know if I would be willing to see mine on a cross even if my heart had already been prepared for this. I am too human to have gone through with it. Many times we have to put our feeling aside to follow the will of the Lord. I shudder to think how things might have been if Mary would have said no to God. He knew just who to pick for the great task of bringing one small boy into the world, one small boy to grow up and become the Savior of the world. I wonder if Mary really ever knew to the fullest extent of just what a service to mankind God allowed her to do. What service is God allowing you to do in your life for Him? Are you willing to make the kind of sacrifice that Mary made to serve God? I also wonder if we are made of as strong of stuff as Mary was.
The Harvest
A Blast From The Word by Sandra Rhynes
Revelation 14:15
And another angel came out of the temple, crying with a loud voice to Him who sat on the cloud, "Thrust in your sickle and reap, for the time has come for you to reap, for the harvest of the earth is ripe."
"The Harvest"
The fields are white with harvest.
Oh, who will He find to go?
The fields are white with harvest.
Be ready for those you know.
The fields are white with harvest.
Tell the strangers also.
It's up to us to spread the Good News,
How the Harvester will come.
In a twinkling of an eye He will be here
And the harvest will be gone.
The clouds stand ready to bring Him
Are you ready to ascend?
Jesus, the Harvester---You the harvest,
He's coming back again.
Today make election sure you are ready to meet the Lord should He call for you.
Revelation 14:15
And another angel came out of the temple, crying with a loud voice to Him who sat on the cloud, "Thrust in your sickle and reap, for the time has come for you to reap, for the harvest of the earth is ripe."
"The Harvest"
The fields are white with harvest.
Oh, who will He find to go?
The fields are white with harvest.
Be ready for those you know.
The fields are white with harvest.
Tell the strangers also.
It's up to us to spread the Good News,
How the Harvester will come.
In a twinkling of an eye He will be here
And the harvest will be gone.
The clouds stand ready to bring Him
Are you ready to ascend?
Jesus, the Harvester---You the harvest,
He's coming back again.
Today make election sure you are ready to meet the Lord should He call for you.
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