Live Sermon/Montage of Bible Scenes — from Sandpoint, Idaho
Live Sermon/Montage of Bible Scenes — from Sandpoint, Idaho
Yesterday I shared with our local church about the miracle of a little girl in the Philippines. The church had taken an offering to provide for the little girl to have surgery on her cleft palette aka hair lip. The surgery was suppose to cost $650 but she ended up having 2 surgeries on her face with a third scheduled next year. Yet God provided the funds to meet her needs.
In America we can’t even get a tooth pulled for $650 – so this was amazing. Her life is now changed and her family will never be the same again because God provided for their needs and a church halfway around the world had the burden to help a little girl. Praise God for the Miracle in her life!!
As I was sharing with the church, God impressed on me to read Psalms 23. In the USA that Scripture is usually read at funerals but really it is a LIFE scripture.
“The Lord is my Sheperd I shall not want” — He provides ALL my needs.
“He makes me lie down in green pastures and leads me beside the still waters” — For no matter what my circumstances, I can find Peace in my life because I KNOW that He takes care of me – and even if I am going through something I know I will walk out the other side a better person – and my circumstances will be a puff of smoke blown to the wind.
“He restores my soul, and leads me in the path of righteousness for His name sake” —No matter if I slip, or how broken I am, He cares for me. He calls me back and leads me on — and I go joyfully.
“Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear NO evil for thou art with me” — WHY should I fear anything???? You are the King of Kings — the Almighty Warrior of Heaven — the Victor over all things. If I hang onto You – I am able to walk with my head up, without fear or trepidation. I have the Victory because You have already fought the battle. I just need to quit struggling and keep moving forward – not looking back.
“Thy rod and thy staff they comfort me” — when I go through trials and I’m afraid — You are my protector. You are my front guard and my rear guard. Your strength surrounds me. And if I am weak and I become despondent or I am overwhelmed with tears — You take me into your arms and stroke my face with compassion and love and give me Comfort in the depths of my being.
“Thou prepares a table before me in the presence of mine enemies, You anoint my head with oil and my cup runneth over” — Your enemies are my enemies and I have entrusted my faith in You to rule my heart and life and through this You have given to me all things. Whether I understand or not, You have raised me up and made me part of the family of God, to rule and reign forever with You. I have the anointing of Your blessing and the Abundance of the household of God. I sit at the King’s table and You have given me the Signet ring of the King – to move and act in Your Name – to bring Honor to the household of God. And I am truly humbled as I bow down and I am honored to serve the King and sit at His table.
“Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life”—- How can it be any different? If the Lord is for me, who can be against me?
“And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever!”
I was thinking about all the people we see on TV and in the newspapers who strive to get rich and famous and the Lord showed me something very important about their lives. Once they reach their goals and the whole world is theirs — their lives begin to crumble. Getting there is a lot of work but once they reach what they feel is the zenith of their careers and the money starts pouring in — then the challenges begin to both their safety, their reputations and their characters.
Yes — they can buy anything they want and they surround themselves with beautiful homes and all the luxuries money can buy — but they are still unfulfilled — always searching — always desiring the limelight but hating every minute of it. As they are driven to seek recognition and monetary rewards they become captive to their life styles. The more famous they are — the more confined their lives become as they slowly build their gilded cages around them.
Male actors and musicians find themselves adored by beautiful women — women to sleep with — women who want a “part of them.” Groupies flock to them and press in to be close to them, famous by association. As the men reach out to enjoy what is thrown at them– jumping from city to city and bed to bed they reap the benefits of fleshly desire and the consequences of STDs, unwanted paternity suits, divorce, scandal, embarrassment and more – but they never quite find happiness in relationships that last. Empty to the core.
Famous women are expected to be beautiful at all costs — for without beauty their fame will fade and their money will dry up and their lovers will move on to someone else of promise. Their privacy is a thing of their youth. They can’t gain weight or become pregnant without major speculation and being analyzed without mercy under a microscope. Look at the lives you see daily in the tabloids, They are judged publicly and harshly in magazines, TV and the internet. Women with money who become thieves, drug addicts, alcoholics, divorced, cougars, etc are exploited with public jokes as their life styles are revealed. Even as they try to find credibility in doing good works and humanitarian gestures they come under criticism and reproach.
The life of the Rich and Famous is not easy but they never realize what they have become until it’s too late. Always worried about their public but yet weak. Idolized by millions — they become secluded, isolated, alone. Targets for drug pushers who want to get their claws into them and their money. Targets for the manipulators; stalkers; — the piranha of life — who gain their trust and become the inner circle — their entourage — which is a fancy word for “hanger-on-ers”. Those are the “friends” that money buys. Trust is something they no longer understand. Their haughty attitudes separate them from the common people. Paranoia sets into their lives.
Politicians and the rich hire bodyguards to try to protect them and keep their “gilded cages” safe. They lie, they cheat — all in the name of protecting their empire. Power is the name of the game — and power will destroy them in the end.
Job 27:8-10 For what is the hope of the hypocrite, though he may gain much, if God takes away his life? Will God hear his cry when trouble comes upon him? Will he delight himself in the Almighty? Will he call on God?
So what is the answer?
I Timothy 6:6-15 6Now godliness with contentment is great gain.
For we brought nothing into this world, and it is certain we can carry nothing out. And having food and clothing, with these we shall be content. But those who desire to be rich fall into temptation and a snare, and into many foolish and harmful lusts which drown men in destruction and perdition. For the love of money is a root of all kinds of evil, for which some have strayed from the faith in their greediness, and pierced themselves through with many sorrows.
11But you, O man of God, flee these things and pursue righteousness, godliness, faith, love, patience, gentleness. Fight the good fight of faith, lay hold on eternal life, to which you were also called and have confessed the good confession in the presence of many witnesses. I urge you in the sight of God who gives life to all things, and before Christ Jesus who witnessed the good confession before Pontius Pilate, that you keep this commandment without spot, blameless until our Lord Jesus Christ’s appearing, which He will manifest in His own time, He who is the blessed and only Potentate, the King of kings and Lord of lords.
Money is not going to kill you but your attitude towards money could kill your soul.
So little children — my word for today is to desire God and the things of God —- and not the world. Keeps your eyes on Him and you won’t stumble. He will provide everything you need for a happy life.
Happiness is not in what you possess — OR who knows your name —- Happiness is in knowing the Lord God Almighty who calls your name!
I feel God wants us to do an outreach to Manila, Philippines. Has God been speaking to your heart? Come Read my blog and find out how you can join a team to minister next Fall/Winter.
Have you ever thought of yourself as a missionary, an evangelist? Always wanted to do something for the Kingdom but never had the opportunity?
This is a call to you as a woman to step out and do something bold, something so exciting that it will touch the depths of your soul — so memorable that you will talk about it in your old age. A time of drawing closer to the Lord and letting him pour forth from you in a new and exciting way. . . A time of tears and a time of joy.
1 “The Spirit of the Lord GOD is upon Me, Because the Lord has anointed Me To preach good tidings to the poor; He has sent Me to heal the brokenhearted, To proclaim liberty to the captives, And the opening of the prison to those who are bound;
2 To proclaim the acceptable year of the Lord, And the day of vengeance of our God; To comfort all who mourn, 3 To console those who mourn in Zion, To give them beauty for ashes, The oil of joy for mourning, The garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; That they may be called trees of righteousness, The planting of the Lord, that He may be glorified.”
God has placed it on my heart to organize a Ministry trip to the Philippines sometime between October 2012 and February 2013. (Date to be announced later.)
I go to the Philippines quite often on vacation to visit family and I started thinking that since I am a teacher of the Word and a preacher I should volunteer to speak some place – maybe for an Aglow group or something.
At first it was just a thought of doing it someday — but as I went about my daily life it kept coming back to my mind. Each time a little more and it slowly began to grow over the last year into a vision and unfold before me.
After spending a month in February in the Philippines – I was really impressed by some things I saw in my adult children. They are involved in their church and every Saturday they cook and feed about 100 street kids. At Christmas and Easter it is about 200. Also, they carry small bags of rice in their car to give to street beggars. It really made me proud of them because I could see what they were doing was something important in the Kingdom of God.
After coming home, the Lord began to speak to me again and giving me impressions of me preaching. I even figured out that I could have my son’s fiancé interpret for me if needed because she speaks English so well. . . . . But I’m use to preaching to Christians about their walk in Christ and when I started putting myself behind the pulpit in Manila – I began to realize how futile it felt — how inadequate I felt. Their circumstances, their customs are so different than ours – where would I begin? And what would they get out of it?
I finally said to the Lord, “I can’t see going all the way over there and spending money to speak to people who already know you.” Then I began seeing the faces of the people who live in the streets and started thinking seriously about putting a team together.
“What in the world would I preach in a 3rd world country that would make a difference to them? ”
I asked my husband, “What do you preach to someone who lives in the street and has barely enough food to live on?” . . . . “I can preach in the church to the saved about their attitudes and what the Word says about their walk in the Lord but what do I say to the poor who live in the gutters? I don’t want to go and preach to the choir who won’t remember what I say almost as soon as I’m gone. I feel I’m supposed to preach to the street people . . . but what do I have to give to the poor?”
And he said, “Give them hope. Give them the message of Salvation and tell them that God takes care of His children and He does not lie. Give them the milk of the Gospel because anything more will be too much. Show them the love of Jesus Christ and He will lead them into all truth.”
Luke 14:12 Jesus was invited to the house of one of the rich rulers of the Pharisees 12Then He said to him who invited Him, “When you give a dinner or a supper, do not ask your friends, your brothers, your relatives, nor rich neighbors, lest they also invite you back, and you be repaid. 13But when you give a feast, invite the poor, the maimed, the lame, the blind. 14And you will be blessed, because they cannot repay you; for you shall be repaid at the resurrection of the just.”
I feel we are supposed to go to the streets of Manila and hand out flyers to invite the people to come and eat with us and hear the Good News. I think we are supposed to minister every day for a week. I see meetings held outside in a place like a parking lot with tables set up for food service. I see people with guitars and we’re preaching while people sit on the ground eating. I also see women ministering to children with flannel boards and crafts.
We are talking the poorest of the poor. Dirty, homeless, hungry.
There is a lot of planning to make this happen. We need workers, we need money to buy food and we need to coordinate the local churches to befriend these people after we’re gone.
I have contact with the church in Las Pinas that already feeds street children once a week but I feel this will be bigger — we will be so overrun with people that we need to be prepared. The logistics are overwhelming but God always has a plan and a solution. Planning is the key as we will need to check on permits from the city, kitchen service to cook, etc., tables, electricity etc.
The cost of airline tickets runs anywhere from $700 -1500 round trip depending on the time of year, etc. Housing is relatively cheap around $50-100 per night with 2 Queen Beds — but possibly we will be able to sleep in the church. Food is reasonable but if we are cooking every day that will not be a problem as we can use the money we would have spent on food for ourselves to cover the cost of the food for the needy.
One thing I would like to do is be able to have our church or maybe Aglow take payments in advance from ladies toward their airline tickets, etc. to make it easier for you to go.
We need “on fire” dedicated women who can cook, serve, teach children, hand out stuff, crowd control. PLEASE pray about this. Pray for direction, funds and the Lord’s leading.
If anyone would like to serve on this team of 10-20 women, let me know what you feel would be your calling for this adventure in Him. My email is: firstname.lastname@example.org
1 Praise the Lord! Praise, O servants of the Lord, Praise the name of the Lord!
2 Blessed be the name of the Lord From this time forth and forevermore!
3 From the rising of the sun to its going down The Lord’s name is to be praised.
4 The Lord is high above all nations, His glory above the heavens.
5 Who is like the Lord our God, Who dwells on high,6 Who humbles Himself to behold
The things that are in the heavens and in the earth?
7 He raises the poor out of the dust, And lifts the needy out of the ash heap,
8 That He may seat him with princes— With the princes of His people.
9 He grants the barren woman a home, like a joyful mother of children.
Praise the Lord!
My family was the typical unchurched family in America. Well — maybe NOT typical. I lived with my Grandparents which wasn’t the norm for 1950. My mother was long gone and my Dad who was about 21, came every week-end and stayed with us. No one talked about God or anything that related to God except my Dad and that was rare. We had Christmas with Santa Claus and Easter ham on the table for a family dinner and that was the extent of it.
My family was a hard working close-knit family. My Grandparents owned their own business and it was a 7 day a week activity. We didn’t sit around and watch TV or play games – we worked — but we worked as a family and it was fun. Whether we were working in their General store or burning brush it was always together but church was not part of my everyday life.
My one experience with church was a disaster. Someone decided I needed to go to Sunday School — wonder who that was?? My parents drove me to the church and dropped me off. My memory was sunny. The day was bright and beautiful. The church was sunny, the people were sunny, the Sunday School room was sunny. Other than that I don’t remember much. The only memory of being in the church was me watching a little girl with a pair of scissors cutting something out of paper. She had black silky hair on her arms about 2 inches long and I told her “Ouuu, you have hair like a lion”. Funny I still remember that hurtful remark and I’m still ashamed of it – I was 6 years old. The other most memorable thing about going to church was I rode the bus home and they missed my stop. An hour later, I was the last person to get off the bus – more traumatized than blessed. Once was enough.
As I am writing this and thinking about my Dad, I realized my search for God and eventual relationship with the Lord Jesus Christ was a door opened by my Dad. It’s ironic that to this day I still wonder if he will make it through that same door. Not that my Dad is some horrible person – on the contrary his life is very simple, clean-cut, but I don’t see the Lord there. Once in awhile he will surprise me and say something about God and I think “oh he does know”. Then the next time he will talk about old age and maybe taking a pill and ending it if it gets too bad. Once when he said that, I reassured him that according to the Newsboys (a Christian singing group) — “They don’t serve breakfast in Hell”
One of my special memories of my Dad is of him tucking me into bed and teaching me the children’s prayer. What makes it so special is — you have to remember — he wasn’t a Christian but it was something he thought I needed to know. Maybe he was searching too.
“Now I lay me down to sleep. I pray the Lord my soul to keep. If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take.”
A simple prayer filled with hope, promise and the love of the Lord Jesus.
If people could get a vision of what Hell is like they wouldn’t be so flippant about their lives. People actually joke about partying with their friends in Hell but they are so ignorant about the Bible that they haven’t a clue. The Bible talks about Hell more than it talks about Heaven. It is a place described as being an eternal fire that never consumes only burns throughout eternity; a place where the fire is so hot your teeth gnash and grind from a pain that never stops — and if that isn’t enough — it is total darkness and total isolation.
If people could get a vision of Hell — it would be so much easier for them to get a vision of Jesus and heaven.
Simplicity. Knowing the Lord is as simple as inviting Him in to share your life today — and making Him part of every day.