Category: Calvary
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Mighty God, WHAT a gift on Christmas morn! Born to die that we might live. Oh Jesus, our King, may we place every part of our life into Your precious hands. Amen Friend, may you be FILLED with hope today and share it with others!
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Dear friend, there is no way of me knowing what you might be going through this very day. As you well know, this world is rocking and reeling under the weight and stress of sin and degradation. In other words, we are in trouble. But … we can look back to the time when a…
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Mighty God, Jesus came the first time and brought us hope. Our hope is STILL in Him and in Him alone. Amen Friend, may be FILLED with hope today and share it with others!
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Hey, Doug Dial here with one minute of hope. Once upon a time there was A man from Galilee Who told the story of God’s love And how He’d set us free Those who didn’t believe in Him Delivered Him over to death They hung the Christ upon a cross And shouted, “Save yourself” “I…
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Stop waiting till conditions are perfect. Stop delaying till you have fixed yourself. Romans 5:8 says “ while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us!” If you broke your arm and it’s a messy fracture, do you call your Doctor and say “I’ll be in as soon as I set this and begin healing?”…
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Did you know that Jesus was sent to earth on a rescue mission for you? Because of the sin of Adam and Eve, we were all born sinners, and sin is not allowed in Heaven. So, God sent his son, Jesus, to die on the cross for our sins. If you pray, admitting that you…
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Dear Father, thank You for the complete work of Calvary through Your only begotten Son Jesus Christ. Jesus paid it ALL! Help us to believe Your Word, we pray. Friend, may you be FILLED with hope today and share it with others!
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Mighty God, thank You for redemption through the precious blood of Jesus Christ. May our hearts sing and rejoice in Your unfailing love. Friend, may you be FILLED with hope today and share it with others.
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From FEATURED blogger of the week Brian Jewell Rain beats its rhymed tones along my path. Each drop weathers my heart. It’s the education of life, coupled with understanding. Clasped to my ankle is the ball and chain of pain, pride, regret and resentment. Each link rusted but not weakened. *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+ The once arid ground…