Life/love's blows pay no attention to heart's desire...
Hearts desire, unless guarded with God's Word
and honed with humility,
Because Your lovingkindness is better than life,
My lips shall praise You.
Psalm 63:3
The Creator of earth and heavens loves us with
Yesterday we attended a beautiful outdoor service,
where nine believers with totally different life/love-stories/testimonies
all with the very same ending;
faith in Jesus, in God's everlasting love, were baptized!
One young man shared being impacted by
the story of the dying thief on the cross beside Jesus;
how only faith can save...
The thief had no time left to 'do', only repent and believe.
It's easy to become performance-driven and distracted.
Only by God's grace are we saved and through His grace
we are forgiven and in His grace,
we are able to follow Him and live obedient lives.
Rom.6:1-4
What shall we say then? Shall we continue in sin that grace may abound?
into Christ Jesus were baptized into His death?
that just as Christ was raised from the dead by the glory of the Father,
even so we also should walk in newness of life.
One young woman testified,
'I put my faith in Him and it changed everything'.
When we trust and believe in Him
it changes our focus and motives!
Hallelujah!
Here is an excerpt from our daughter's testimony...
(one of the nine who were baptized)
We 'oldies' are often extra-refreshed and re-encouraged as we witness
faith's obedience of baptism!
Listening to the testimonies stirred reflection on the
purpose of the body of Christ on earth, the church...
While watching live-stream or 'screen' messages
is certainly better than nothing, to teach and edify,
it cannot ever be a sufficient substitute for face-to-face fellowship
which produces and strengthens a bond of love and unity.
When each for the other lives
With love, with a lot of prayer
When the attention one gives
Is wholehearted in its care
When we seek God’s kingdom first
Longing for His holiness
When our hunger and our thirst
Is for more of righteousness
When we bind each other’s wounds
With compassion’s healing pow’rs
We will find our spirits tuned
To He whose love perfects ours
© Janet Martin
There is a fountain filled with blood
Drawn from Immanuel’s veins;
And sinners, plunged beneath that flood,
Lose all their guilty stains:
Lose all their guilty stains,
Lose all their guilty stains;
And sinners, plunged beneath that flood,
Lose all their guilty stains.
That fountain in his day;
And there may I, though vile as he,
Wash all my sins away:
Wash all my sins away,
Wash all my sins away;
And there may I, though vile as he,
Wash all my sins away.
Shall never lose its power,
Till all the ransomed ones of God
Be saved, to sin no more:
Be saved, to sin no more,
Be saved, to sin no more;
Till all the ransomed ones of God,
Be saved to sin no more.
Thy flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love has been my theme,
And shall be till I die:
And shall be till I die,
And shall be till I die;
Redeeming love has been my theme,
And shall be till I die.
Lies silent in the grave,
Then in a nobler, sweeter song,
I’ll sing Thy power to save:
I’ll sing Thy power to save,
I’ll sing Thy power to save;
Then in a nobler, sweeter song,
I’ll sing Thy power to save.
Drawn from Immanuel’s veins;
And sinners, plunged beneath that flood,
Lose all their guilty stains:
Lose all their guilty stains,
Lose all their guilty stains;
And sinners, plunged beneath that flood,
Lose all their guilty stains.
2
The dying thief rejoiced to seeThat fountain in his day;
And there may I, though vile as he,
Wash all my sins away:
Wash all my sins away,
Wash all my sins away;
And there may I, though vile as he,
Wash all my sins away.
3
Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious bloodShall never lose its power,
Till all the ransomed ones of God
Be saved, to sin no more:
Be saved, to sin no more,
Be saved, to sin no more;
Till all the ransomed ones of God,
Be saved to sin no more.
4
E’er since by faith I saw the streamThy flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love has been my theme,
And shall be till I die:
And shall be till I die,
And shall be till I die;
Redeeming love has been my theme,
And shall be till I die.
5
When this poor lisping, stammering tongueLies silent in the grave,
Then in a nobler, sweeter song,
I’ll sing Thy power to save:
I’ll sing Thy power to save,
I’ll sing Thy power to save;
Then in a nobler, sweeter song,
I’ll sing Thy power to save.
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