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Name: Mike
Country: South Africa
Metro: Cape Town
Birthday: 2/25/1988
Gender: Male
Interests: drums, computer studies, drums, technology, drums, and a Passion for Jesus Christ my Lord and Saviour!
Expertise: drums, maths, english, computer studies, some general knowledge
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Member Since:
4/14/2004
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| Ok people, I'll post Story Two later. This post is dedicated to Proxy Worship, go to their site please at www.proxyworship.com. I know you'll love the songs and if you can you must order the CD! Oh and they're the worship team from my church, AOG Tableview.
Thanks people
PS: Please tell me what you think, be critical
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| This is an extract from my second blog entry on my blog, http://miked4j.blogspot.com/index.html. Please read the whole thing and tell me what you think. Thanks.
Story One
Here is an awesome life-changing story (the first of two), both extracted from sermons by Claire Malengret:
Stanley
dies, has an out-of-body experience, shoots through a tunnel, and pops
out in a waiting room. A man is standing in the middle of the room. The
man says, "Hi, welcome!"
"Hi to you too." Stanley replies.
The man then asks, "Do you know where you are?"
"Well, I think I'm in Heaven."
"Ya, you're right, but why should we let you into Heaven?"
Stanley
then goes on to say, "Well, I was an elder in the church, I mentored
people, I was very wise, I preached sermons that really impacted
people, I ministered all the time, I devoted my free-time to the
church... etc. And that's why I think I should be let into Heaven."
"Okay." the man replies, "Would you please just take a seat? Thank you."
At that, Stanley sits down amongst a few other people there.
Next,
this old lady, Lizzy, dies after struggling with an illness. Her family
weeps around her death-bed. Lizzy has an out-of-body experience, shoots
through a tunnel, and pops out in a waiting room. A man is standing in
the middle of the room. The man says, "Hi, welcome!"
"Hello." says Lizzy.
The man then asks, "Do you know where you are?"
Lizzy says, "Well I think i'm in Heaven."
"Ya, you're right, but why should we let you into Heaven?"
The
lady launches into a talk. "I gave to the poor and needy all the time,
I was a devout Christian who found every opportunity to give, I lead a
life-group, I helped out at the AIDS orphans creché, I visited the old
people... etc. And that's why I think I should be let into Heaven."
"Okay." the man replies, "Would you please just take a seat? Thank you."
Lizzy then sits down next to Stanley and smiles at him.
Then
this little six-year-old girl dies tragically in an accident. She has
an out-of-body experience, shoots through a tunnel, pops out into a
waiting room, and yells "JESUS!"
Wouldn't it be scary if we
become part of a deceived generation who think they are saved but
they're not? Wouldn't it be scary if we become a generation that does
all the Godly stuff, but we don't acutally know Him? How scary is that?
The
goal of Christianity is not ministry. You know, you can heal the sick,
cast out demons, even lead people to salvation and still end up in
hell. Because the goal of Christianity is intimacy with the the Most
High God.
-2 Timothy 3:1-5
"(1) But understand this:
there will be terrifying times in the last days. (2) People will be
self-centered and lovers of money, proud, haughty, abusive, disobedient
to their parents, ungrateful, irreligious, (3) callous, implacable,
slanderous, licentious, brutal, hating what is good, (4) traitors,
reckless, conceited, lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God, (5) as they make a pretense of religion but deny its power. Reject them."
In a book by John Bevere, Drawing Near To God, he says:
"There is a call, no, a cry coming from the heart of God and with each
passing day it's intensity increases. 'Why are you satisfied without My
presence? Why do you remain distant when you could have intimacy with
Me?"
Something I'd like to add to this sermon is this:
-Matthew 7:20-23
"(20) So by their fruits you will know them. (21) "Not everyone who
says to me, 'Lord, Lord,' will enter the kingdom of heaven, but only
the one who does the will of my Father in heaven. (22) Many will say to
me on that day, 'Lord, Lord, did we not prophesy in your name? Did we
not drive out demons in your name? Did we not do mighty deeds in your
name?' (23) Then I will declare to them solemnly, 'I never knew you.
Depart from me, you evildoers.' " | | |
| The Fellowship of the Unashamed
I am a part of the fellowship of the Unashamed. I have the Holy Spirit Power. The die has been cast. I have stepped over the line. The decision has been made. I am a disciple of Jesus Christ. I won't look back, let up, slow down, back away, or be still. My past is redeemed, my present makes sense and my future is secure. I am finished and done with low living, sight walking, small planning, smooth knees, colourless dreams, tame visions, mundane talking, chintzy giving, and dwarfed goals. I no longer need preeminence, prosperity, position, promotions, plaudits, or popularity. I don't have to be right, first, tops, recognised, praised, regarded, or rewarded. I now live by presence, learn by faith, love by patience, lift by prayer, and labour by power.
My pace is set, my gait is fast, my goal is Heaven, my road is narrow, my way is rough, my
companions few, my Guide is reliable, my mission is clear. I cannot be bought, compromised, deterred, lured away, turned back, diluted, or delayed. I will not flinch in the face of sacrifice, hesitate in the presence of adversity, negotiat at the table of the enemy, ponder at the pool of prosperity, or meander in the maze of mediocrity.
I won't give up, back up, let up, or shut up until I've preached up, prayed up, paid up, stored up, and stayed up for the cause of Christ. I am a disciple of Jesus Christ. I must go until He returns, give until I drop, preach until all know, and work until He comes.
And when He comes to get His own, He will have no problem recognising me. My colours will be clear for "I am not ashamed of the Gospel, because it is the power of God for the salvation of everyone who believes.." (Romans 1:16)
By Dr Bob Moorehead | | |
| Ok people, I have one of the saddest things you'll ever read, ever. A
lady named Kim van Deventer died on 28 Jan 2006 after only being
diagnosed with a tumour on her brain just before Christmas (23 December
i believe). She, knowing she would die, wrote this poem:
Walk Within You
If I be the first of us to die,
Let grief not blacken long your sky.
Be bold yet modest in your grieving.
There is a change but not a leaving.
For just as death is a part of life,
The dead live on in the living.
And all the gathered riches of our journey,
The moments sharder, the mysteries explored,
The steady layering of intimacy stored,
The things that made us laugh or weep or sing,
The joy of sunlit snow or the first unfurling of the spring,
The wordless language of look and touch,
The knowing,
Wach giving and each taking,
These are not flowers that fade,
Nor trees that fall and crumble,
Nor are they stone,
For even stone cannot the wind and rain withstand
And mighty mountain peaks in time reduce to stand.
What we were, we are.
What we had, we have.
A conjoined past impershably present.
So when you walk the woods where once we walked together
And scan in vain the dappled bank besides you for my shadow,
Or pause where we always did upon the hill to gaze across the land,
And spotting something, reach by habit for my hand,
And finding none, feel sorrow start to steal upon you,
Be still.
Close your eyes.
Breathe.
Listen for my footfall in your heart.
I am not gone but merely walk within you.
- Kim van Deventer
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| ok this is my update, here's a poem i thought was very powerful:
Who Will Cry For The
Little Boy?
Who will cry for the little boy?
Lost and all alone.
Who will cry for the little boy?
Abandoned without his own?
Who will cry for the little boy?
He cried himself to sleep.
Who will cry for the little boy?
He never had for keeps.
Who will cry for the little boy?
He walked the burning sand.
Who will cry for the little boy?
The boy inside the man.
Who will cry for the little boy?
Who knows well hurt and pain.
Who will cry for the little boy?
He died again and again.
Who will cry for the little boy?
A good boy he tried to be.
Who will cry for the little boy?
Who cries inside of me?
Antwone Fisher
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