Lord of all creation - I come to You now in the name of this Jesus I have heard about. I was born into a sinful world and have lived in ignorance and rebellion to Your truth. Jesus, I accept You as God manifested in the flesh, born as an offering for my sins. Born to pay the price I am unable to pay - the price required for restored fellowship with my Creator.
I am sorry for all my sins and turn away from them. Please forgive me and make me a vessel fit for Your use. I release any bitterness or unforgiveness in my heart and ask You to deal with those situations. I believe You were born of a virgin, died on the cross, rose from the dead on the third day, ascended into heaven and are now sitting at the right hand of the Father, making intercession for me.
You are now Lord of my life.
JESUS IS COMING SOON! HOW SHALL WE ESCAPE IF WE NEGLECT SO GREAT A SALVATION?
Confess Jesus before men and He will confess you before the Father.
Take me home now please.
Jesus really does love you
every sunday afternoon, after the morning service at their church, the pastor and his 11-year-old son would go out into their town and hand out gospel tracts. this particular sunday afternoon, as it came time for the pastor and his son to go to the streets with their tracts, it was very cold outside as well as pouring down rain. the boy bundled up in his warmest and driest clothes and said "okay dad, i'm ready."
his pastor dad asked, "ready for what?
"dad, it's time we gather our tracts together and go out."
dad responds, "son, it's very cold outside, and it's pouring down rain."
the boy gives his dad a surprised look, asking, "but dad, aren't people still going to hell, even though it's raining?"
dad answers, "son, i am not going out in this weather."
despondently the boy asks, "dad, can i go? please?"
his father hesitated for a moment but said, "you can go. here are the tracts; be careful, son."
and with that, he was off and out into the rain. this 11-year-old boy walked the streets of the town, going door-to-door and handing everybody he met in the street a gospel tract. after hours of walking in the rain, he was soaking bone-chilled wet and down to his very last tract. he stopped on a corner and looked for someone to hand a tract to, but the streets were totally deserted.
then, he turned toward the first home he saw and started up the sidewalk to the front door and rang the door bell. he rang the bell, but nobody answered. he rang it again and again, but still no one answered. he waited, but still no answer. finally, this 11-year-old trooper turned to leave, but something stopped him. again, he turned to the door and rang the bell and knocked loudly on the door with his fist. he waited, something holding him there on the front porch. he rang again, and this time the door slowly opened. standing in the doorway was a very sad looking elderly lady.
she softly asked, "what can i do for you, son?"
with radiant eyes and a smile that lit up her world, this little boy said, "ma'am, i'm sorry if i disturbed you, but i just want to tell you that Jesus really does love you! i came to give you my very last gospel tract which will tell you all about Jesus and his great love." with that, he handed her his last tract and turned to leave.
she called to him as he departed, "thank you, son! and God bless you!"
the following sunday morning in church, pastor dad was in the pulpit and as the service began he asked, "does anybody have a testimony or want to say anything?"
slowly, in the back row of the church, an elderly lady stood to her feet. as she began to speak, a look of glorious radiance came from her face. "none of you in this church know me. i've never been here before. before last sunday, i was not a Christian. my husband passed on some time ago, leaving me totally alone in this world. last sunday, being a particularly cold and rainy day, it was even more so in my heart as i came to the end of the line where i no longer had any hope or will to live.
"so i took a rope and a chair and ascended the stairway into the attic of my home. i fastened the rope securely to a rafter in the roof then stood on the chair and fastened the other end of the rope around my neck. standing on that chair, so lonely and brokenhearted, i was about to leap off. when suddenly, the loud ringing of my doorbell downstairs startled me. i thought, 'i'll wait a minute, and whoever it is will go away.' i waited and waited, but the ringing doorbell seemed to get more insistent and then the person ringing also started knocking loudly. i thought to myself again, 'who on earth could this be?! nobody ever rings my bell or comes to see me!' i loosened the rope from my neck and started for the front door. all the while, the bell rang louder and louder. when i opened the door and looked, i could hardly believe my eyes! there on my front porch was the most radiant and angelic little boy i had ever seen in my life! his smile! oh, i could never describe it to you! and the words that came from his mouth caused my heart, that had long been dead, to leap to life as he exclaimed with a cherub-like voice, 'ma'am, i just came to tell you that Jesus really does love you.’ then he gave me this gospel tract that i now hold in my hand. as the little angel disappeared back out into the cold and rain, i closed my door and read slowly every word of this gospel tract. then, i went up to my attic to get my rope and chair. i wouldn't be needing them any more.
"you see, i am now a happy child of the king, and since the address of your church was on the back of this gospel tract, i have come here to personally say, 'thank you to god's little angel who came just in the nick of time and by so doing, spared my soul from an eternity in hell.'"
there were now no dry eyes in the church. as shouts of praise and honor to the king resounded off the very rafters of the building, pastor dad descended from the pulpit to the front pew where the little angel was seated. he took him in his arms and sobbed uncontrollably.
probably no church has had a more glorious moment and probably this universe has never seen a papa that was more filled with love and honor for his son, except for One: this Father, God, also allowed his son, Jesus, to go out into a cold and dark world. He received his Son back with joy unspeakable, and as all of heaven shouted praises and honor to the King, the Father sat His beloved Son on a throne far above all principality and power and every name that is named.
there may be someone, reading this, who is also going through a dark, cold and lonely time in your soul. you may be a christian, for we are not without problems, or you may not yet know the king. whatever the case, and whatever the problem or situation you find yourself in, and no matter how dark it may seem, know that, "Jesus really does love you!"
-- author unknown
Take me home please.
THESE ARE OUR
(5582 Jewish year)
sundown to sundown
Ministry of Prayer currently has several outreaches. We believe Jesus is soon returning and like the Father, we are not willing that any should perish. Our hope is to offer encouragement to all - we pray that their faith fails not in these times.
To God be all the glory!