I’ll Never Forget That Sermon from Daily Bible Inspirations

For you are all children of God, through faith in Christ Jesus. For as many of you as were immersed into Christ have put on Christ.
– Galatians 3:26-27
This devotional is something amazing.
It made me ponder of that Sermon I shall never forget.
The authors devotional reads as follows:
I was ten years old when I went forward to confess my faith and be baptized into Christ for the forgiveness of my sins and the gift of the Holy Spirit. Having been brought up in the Church I knew the reasons for and meaning of baptism. But one night at a revival meeting at our church it became personal. I realized the need for baptism.
The preacher’s message that night was not your typical sermon. The stage was somewhat dark with a spot light shining on him and a large box he had made into a ‘time machine’. Pretending to be a skeptic, he used the ‘machine’ to ‘talk’ to Noah, Abraham, Daniel, Mary, Peter, John and Paul; briefly recapping their relationship with the LORD and the hope they had because of their salvation.
After speaking with these people, the man the preacher was portraying realized he wanted that same hope. But he was afraid it was too late and he began to cry out, “I want to spend eternity with Jesus! I don’t want to be lost anymore!”
I knew right then and there I didn’t want to be lost anymore, either. I realized just how personal our relationship with Jesus is and I wanted that more than anything. I still do and I pray you do, as well.
Pray: Jesus, thank you for saving me from my sins through Your death on the cross. Give me a heart and mind that rejoices in that hope and a life that demonstrates the gratitude I feel every day and in every way. In Jesus’ name I pray, amen.
my commentary:
As mentioned early in this post, I too had that impressionable memorable sermon. I was a teenager, when my pastor preached on the subject “El que tengan oido, oigan. If you have Ears, Listen”. The sermon was in Spanish so I will paraphrase in English.
If you have ears, listen. How many times people speak to us, and we hear them, but we do not listen.
We need to listen, not just hear.
God calls upon us all the time. Yet not only do half the times we don’t listen, we can’t even hear him.
How are we to proceed with his call, his destiny for us, follow his instructions if we are spiritually deaf.
We have ears, we are made to listen.
That sermon will be forever ingrained in my soul. Its a mental reminder of when I am slacking. to Listen.
Though this sermon wasn’t my aha I will take my next step to enter the waters for baptism moment….this sermon was impressionable nonetheless.
The sermon that changed my life was a sermon done by another pastor in Puerto Rico. Its a church i visit each time i travel to the area.
Her sermon was about the subject of not wasting time.
I was at the age of baptism. The age more or less of understanding. Her sermon touched on the end of times, the signs were starting to show. That where will we be when the gates of Heaven open. Where will be when he descends down to call upon his children. Will we be saved? Will we be ready. I knew then it was my time. I knew then it was now or never.
A few weeks later when I flew back home I went to the waters.
Everyone has different reasons to go to the waters. Everyone has different aha moments. Everyone has different sermons that stick out for some reason or another. Whatever the reason is, its usually a valid one meant for you.
Father God I thank you for another day. I thank you for those memorable sermons. Thank you lord for each sermon are just as important as the next but these sermon stick in my life for reasons you are very familiar with. Lord I thank you for them. Amen.
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Calm before the storm

“…And in an instant, suddenly, you shall be visited and delivered by the Lord of hosts…”
(Isaiah 29:5-6, AMPC)
Despite what’s going on my people throughout the Caribbean have placed all their faith in the hands of the Lord to deliver them from their current crisis.
We’ve all experienced calms before the storm. What we find after a storm spiritually and literally enters our lives is confusion, desperation, loss of hope, some feel defeat. After the storm is usually that time which is most critical. That is the time where God really sees where our faith and trust in him rests.
You either continue having faith until your lifted back up off your feet, or you loose faith and succumb to defeat. My islanders and Mexico, please do not succumb to defeat. Maintain your faith during this difficult process. Help is on its way, albeit not fast enough, and that really breaks my heart, but rest assured help is on its way.
The prophet Isaiah told the people of Israel that the lord of hosts will deliver them during heir times of need, during their struggles, during their battles in faith. The lord of hosts had moved, inspired many from all over to help each an everyone of you, myself included. In the name of our Lord you shall and will be delivered from this unfortunate circumstance.
Please I know your facing peril, struggle, starvation due to lack of food and water, facing despair, but please do not loose hope, do not loose faith. Many, especially here in New York are praying for you. We are trying everything we physically can to help from where we are. We have lost sleep and cried concerned over you.
It’s natural to worry and be concerned.
Yet spiritually we are praying and battling, helping so that everyone can be delivered.
I continue to pray.
I continue to have faith.
I continue to reach out to hear from my loved ones.
To the ones I haven’t heard from I pray they are being taken cared for.
I pray that our God is providing for them.
By Gods grace the islands will rebuild and shall rise.
You will rise despite the hurdles.
The lord of hosts will deliver you.
Father God I thank you for touching the hearts of many to go on and help those in need. Many have personal ties to the regions affected by the natural disasters and all they want is for their people to be ok. All they want is for their people to be alive. All they want is for their people to have sufficient means and provisions. Thank you for your love and mercy, thank you for moving the good Samaritans throughout the lands that are doing everything possible to help. I ask the same way you multiplied a basket of fish and a basket of bread to feed the 5000, that you multiply the donations sent to sustain the millions throughout the islands affected. I know you can make the impossible possible. I ask and declare healing for those I’ll in your name. I ask for your hand to guide and direct those on rescue missions to find people in dire need of help in your holy name amen.

Seńor yo te doy gracias

I have moments where I just start writing.

Words come to my mind and I just have to pen them to paper.

If I don’t I loose it.

So on the train the other day, thinking and while i was thinking these words just kept coming.

 

Lo and behold this poem came about.

Hope you enjoy this.

 

Oh Seńor yo te doy gracias,
Por el amor que me has dado.
Tu Me has perdonado,
Y me has liberado
sabiendo mi pasado.
Oh señor yo te doy gracias,
Por su gran misericordia.
Aunque yo te falle
Mi dijiste no desmaye
Y me llenaste de su gloria.
Oh señor yo te doy gracias,
Por su gran bendiciones.
Me regalaste mis hijos,
Mi tesoros, mi vida,
Por supuesto te adorare.
Oh señor yo te doy gracias,
Por las Maravillas en mi vida.
En gratitude te exaltare
Su amor confesaré
Hasta que en tu trono ya yo llegare…
Gracias por su amor
Gracias oh señor
Se que no lo merezco.
Gracias por Su generosidad.
Gracias oh senior.
Gracias señor.
Te amo.

“Me Too”

“Me Too”

 

Harvey Weinstein has been much of the talks lately.  Many are coming out whom have been directly affected by Harvey, and many more are coming out whom have been affected by others.  You and I have all seen the way they have been coming out.  #MeToo.

 

​http://abcnews.go.com/Entertainment/wireStory/alyssa-milano-elevates-harvey-weinstein-conversation-50525732

 

The Me Too movement as you know came about as a response and to bring awareness to the situation at hand since the Harvey Weinstein controversy.  Since the first post about this situation “more than 53,000 people had left comments and thousands of women had declared “Me Too,” sharing their stories of rape, sexual assault and harassment across social media, including some for the first time.”

 

 

 

 

I too included a “me too” post for the very first time. I have never shared my story, but I have undergone sexual assault and harassment.   It took a lot for me to even write those two words because it meant admitting to myself that I am a victim of assault.  I never reported my assailants, nor would I at this point. One of them is deceased, the other was really young when he did so.  I was young myself and did not know how to talk about or process what I endured.  My post also shows my family a truth about my past which I never wanted to discuss, never have discussed with them, nor do I have any intentions to further discuss with them nor my spouse. 

 

Some may have seen it, some may have not.  Those two little words I wrote in solidarity for being victimized, but any further elaboration up to that point was not going to be given.  Many though chose not to admit their assaults or harassment in this movement.  Many are still unable to handle such memories or just want to bury their past deep down to the bottoms of the oceans. I do not blame them.


I commend the women whom have been able to share their stories in public. They are stronger than I am for sharing their stories along side their Me Too.  

 

As I write this I can vividly see the faces of the two whom have harassed/assaulted me in my past.  I can vividly see where I was, what I wore, What was said and what happened after the fact.  I cringe at the memory. I feel repulsed by myself.

I couldn’t add more than those two words.

My family follow me on social media.

I didn’t want to disclose more than I did.

Saying me too, I said more than I ever did since my first encounter.

As mentioned earlier one of the assailants I was told passed away.  Died too young.  Died in a hit and run accident in Florida.  It was horrendous to hear.  I never wished either of the two any wrong.  I forgave them both. Though I am scarred by the memories…I forgive them each time I think of it.  The one who passed away shouldn’t have died the way he did.  He was on his way to get milk for his infant.  I cried at the news.  Like I said I did forgive him. In person at that.  (though I did leave him with a black eye and a few scratches to the face at our encounter).

 

Sometimes we are victimized not by strangers but people we know and associate with.  Sometimes its a relatives.  I thank God in my case neither are relatives.  They were people I have known though.  People I didn’t think would do such a thing.

 

What I ask is that Mothers of boys, lets teach our sons to respect women. Lets raise our boys not to harass or assault anyone.  Teach our children boundaries.  Teach our children respect overall.  Teach our children “personal space”.  Teach our children how would you feel if you were in those shoes?  Teach our children what If it were me your mom or sibling that this had happened to.  We need to make things personal in order to assess our feelings accordingly.  We need to hold ourselves accountable for our own actions.

 

Mothers of daughters, teach your daughters to speak up.  Teach your daughters to defend themselves.  I may not have been able to speak up or do something the first time.  The second time I did fight back.  I did not turn the other check like the bible says, and I have asked for forgiveness in that.  I did defend myself.  I did not report to any authorities of anything nor did I file complain.  I probably should have.

 

Remember to please not judge those victimized.  No one ever asks to be raped, harassed or assaulted.  It’s not something that one says Hi, I’m here, Pick me, Choose me, attack me?


 We need to respect the privacy of those whom admit they were victims; but do not want to disclose anything further than two words.

 

It is hard.

 

Here are affiliated articles on the #metoo movement.:

 

Pslams 9:9

The Lord is a stronghold for the oppressed, a stronghold in times of trouble.

 

As with all that I do, let us end in a prayer.

Father God I thank you for another day to speak about a topic which is not spoken about often enough.  Lord you are my stronghold, in the good times and in my times of trouble.  Lord you are the stronghold to the many women whom have been victimized during the years.  I once again come before you and seek forgiveness for my transgressions on the issues I mentioned above and I forgive those whom have caused harm to my person.  God you know the situation that occurred, you know how it has affected me and why I choose not to disclose more than I did.  Lord I still want to forgive my transgressors and once again ask for forgiveness for my transgressions.  Lord I ask you provide strength and guidance to the many victims whom have yet found an outlet or confide in someone to discuss their circumstances and experience.  May they find refuge in you so that they too can forgive and move forward.  I know it is hard my Lord, but with you all things are possible.  Amen.

His gift for me.

For by grace you have been saved through faith. And this is not your own doing; it is the gift of God.
Not a result of works, so that no one may boast.
Ephesians 2:8 – 9 ESV
Our faith in Christ, by his grace is what saves us.
God grants us many gifts in our lives.
I can easily look upon my home and see the marvels he has done in my life.
Can you see the marvels god has given you?
As soon as I open my eyes in the morning and draw my first breath, I have life, I was able to awaken to spend another day in this world with my loved ones.
First blessing of the day. Given to me, allowed by God to be awake.
It was not my own doing but his. His gift for me.
As I get up, and begin my daily routines, I am mobile, I am not ill, I am not disabled, I can manage, maneuver and tend to my morning duties.
Second Blessing of the day, I am not crippled nor lame. God allowed me to be mobile and function.
It was not my own doing but his. His gift for me.
As I prep my kids for their days, and wake them up from their sleeps to begin our morning madness as I call it, My kids wake up, they hug me, they kiss me, yes they fight for they yearn for just a few more minutes of sleep.
Third Blessing of the day, My children are well, they are not ill, they are alive, they are able to spend another day with me in this world.
It was not my own doing but his. His gift for me.
As I continue on with my morning dash, I wake up my husband, so he can begin his morning routine. My husband wakes up, he is groggy, he also yearns for a few more minutes of sleep.
Fourth Blessing of the day, My husband is well, he is not ill, his is very much alive, he is able to spend another day with me and our children in this world.
It was not my own doing but his. His gift for me.
Clinks, Clatter, door open, door slam, into the refrigerator I go to get breakfast and lunch ready before we make our rapid dash across town to being our day.
Fifth blessing of the day, we have food in our home, we are able to nourish the flesh. My kids can get a quick bite before daycare/school to satisfy them until we get to our destinations for the day.
It was not my own doing but his. His gift for me.
Door closes, car door unlocks, engine revs, We warm up the car, the car which will take us to and fro during the course of the day. The gas tank is full, the battery works.
Sixth blessing of the day, we have a fully functioning vehicle with Gas that will take us to and for.
It was not my own doing but his. His gift for me.
While in the car, we pray, we pray together before we leave the driveway, pray for a blessed day, pray for safe travels, pray for health and that we may return in one peace together, united.
Seventh Blessing of the day, praying with our family for the 6 blessings we have received thus far, anticipating the day to come.
It was not my own doing but his. His gift for me.
We arrive our destinations, work, school, daycare….go through an eventful or uneventful day, blessed in the end to survive it so that we can reach our family.
Eight blessing of the day, We survived, we made it, god provided and took care of us. WE are all in one piece. on our way to meet with our family.
It was not my own doing but his. His gift for me.
We unite with our family, after a long day, we are able to share stories of how the day unfolded. Blessed to be able to share this moment with our family.
Ninth blessing of the day, we survived a long day, we were able to share, now to commute back home.
It was not my own doing but his. His gift for me.
We arrive our home, glad the day is over, to unwind, tidy up, eat, and prepare for the next day.
Tenth Blessing of the day, we arrived home safe and sound, though many other things happened during the day, so this tenth blessing might really be the 20th or the 100th, but none the less we made it home. we are eternally grateful.
It was not my own doing but his. His gift for me.
Off to bed we go again, washed up, tired, and pray. Praying for peace, praying for loved ones, praying for humanity, praying to do it all again and enjoy the precious gifts God has given us.
eleventh Blessing of the day….or the 1000ths, but thankful for the day the lord has given me.
It was not my own doing but his. His gift for me.
These blessings may seem minor to you, you may have been anticipating something greater, like winning the lotto, but these minor blessings are grand in my eyes. My family (immediate and distant relatives alike) are all loved, well, healthy, alive, and in one way, shape or form throughout hte day we have heard from some, one or all. I cannot complain. Even when things do not go my way, or as I have anticipated them, I am grateful. Even when things shift, I am thankful.
The gifts from God comes in many forms, from the talents he gives us to the simple blessings of day to day activities, to our family and our health. They are blessings nonetheless and are gifts. his gifts to me.
It was not my own doing but his. His gift for me.
Thank you Father for the multitude of blessings you provide from the moment we open our eyes, to the moment we shut them at night. Many of us take for granted the simplest blessings you give us, with great oversight that they are blessings from you. I know sometimes I may take for granted the simple blessings you give me and for that I apologize. You are the alpha and the Omega, the beginning and the end, your grace has allowed all my blessings to unravel, regardless of how big or how small. They are all meaningful to me nonetheless. I thank you with all my heart and love you with every fiber of my being. Thank you. Amen

Singing to the LORD

How I Enjoy Singing to the Lord

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This Past Sunday I had to sing for church.

This article I read a day after.

I must say the timing was perfect.

Though my voice isn’t the greatest, I do enjoy singing for the Lord.

The song I chose was a song which meant alot to me.

It was a spanish Song entitled Adonai.

In Hebrew Adonai means Lord.

the Song Roughly Translates,

Oh ADONAI, Oh ADONAI,

God of the Universe, Lord of allcreations.

The heavens, shout out the lords Glory, the people today shall adore you, for all the marvels that you have done in our lives, Oh Adonai

Its a short song, very powerful, meaningful and straight to the Point.

I know I have much to be grateful for the marvels God has done in my life, so why not sing a song that says just that. I wasn’t nervous like I usually am when I get to the pulpit. I knew god was in total control. I love my lord and savior and am eternally grateful beyond words or songs could ever describe.

The artilce i read is below: it discusses the authors joy in singing to the lord. It describes that bond and connection one gets when singing to the lord. The link is above incase you would like to go to their site, but this was a good read. Worth sharing.

August 21 2017

A BfA staff member shares his experience of singing to the Lord.

In my everyday Christian life I really enjoy praying to the Lord, calling

on His name, and speaking about Him to others. All these things give me a

way to contact the Lord Jesus throughout my day and enjoy His presence.

But one of my favorite ways to touch the Lord is by singing to Him with

my spirit. The apostle Paul wrote about singing in 1 Corinthians 14:15:

“I will sing with the spirit, and I will sing also with the mind.”

I of course need to use my mind when singing to the Lord, but this verse shows that I can sing to the Lord with my spirit also. Since my spirit is my deepest part

and the means for me to contact and worship Christ, exercising my

spirit to sing really brings me into the enjoyment of the Lord.

Singing in the morning

I particularly enjoy singing to the Lord in the morning. Sometimes as I’m

getting ready, a song pops into my head, and I start singing it to

touch the Lord as I go about my routine. Recently, I’ve sung one song in

particular quite often (hear the music at hymnal.net):

“Therefore with joy shall ye draw water

Out of the wells of salvation.

And in that day shall ye say,

Praise the Lord.

Call upon His name,

Declare His doings among the people,

Make mention that His name is exalted.

Cry out and shout, thou inhabitant of Zion

For great is the Holy One of Israel in the midst of thee.”

At first it seemed a little awkward to sing aloud like this, especially if

other people could possibly hear me. But I’ve found it’s such a great

way to contact the Lord that now I can’t stop!

Singing to the Lord in the morning is so enjoyable because it’s one of the six ways we can drink Christ as the living water

revealed in Isaiah 12. By singing to the Lord in the mornings I “draw

water with rejoicing from the springs of salvation” (v. 3)! And verse 5

says,

“Sing psalms to Jehovah, for He has done something majestic!”

For me, the mornings are a critical time to draw water from the wells of

salvation. Whether I take a drink or not impacts how the rest of my day

goes. I rarely jump out of bed the minute I wake up, and I’m usually

groggy and spiritually dry first thing in the morning. Because I haven’t

called on the Lord or prayed all night long, I need to contact Him in the morning to be

spiritually revived for the day. The easiest way I’ve found to do this

when I’m still struggling with just being awake is to open my mouth to

sing to Him.

What Isaiah 12 talks about is really true. When I sing to the Lord at the

very beginning of my day, I draw from the wells of salvation and take a

good, refreshing drink of the living water. I’m revived and strengthened

to live in my spirit throughout the rest of the day.

Singing and psalming to the Lord anytime, anywhere

While I love to sing to the Lord in the mornings, I’m so glad I can turn my

heart to the Lord by singing to Him at any time. I’ve found that singing

to the Lord during the day helps me maintain the flow of the divine

life within. In various circumstances throughout the day, I might begin

to feel dry, down, or empty. When that happens, though, I often just

sing to the Lord to touch Him in a fresh way. I can testify that the

Lord has been so real to me at those times.

One particular place I like to sing is in my car. Sometimes instead of

turning on the radio, I take the time to sing some songs or hymns to the

Lord. These are such sweet, personal times with the Lord, and every

time I get refreshed and revived. Sometimes the Lord also leads me to

call on Him or to pray. I might end up praying for someone I know, or I

might confess something I sense the Lord is speaking to me about.

Instead of wasting the time in my car, I’m enlivened when I take

advantage of the privacy to turn my heart back to the Lord.

Try it and see

The psalmists knew firsthand how enjoyable it is to sing to the Lord, as we can see in Psalms 104:33:

“I will sing to Jehovah while I live; I will sing psalms to my God while I yet have being.”

If you haven’t experienced singing to the Lord this way, I hope you’ll

give it a try! While it’s wonderful to sing psalms and hymns in groups

with other believers, it’s also so personal, sweet, and refreshing to

sing to the Lord with your spirit at other times during your day. Once

you experience how sweet it is to touch the Lord by singing to Him,

you’ll find yourself doing it more and more. May we all sing to Jehovah

while we live, and sing psalms to Him while we still have breath!

For more on the benefits of singing to the Lord, you can read this post on 5 Marvelous Benefits of Singing to the Lord in Our Daily Life.

We’d love to hear about your experience of singing to the Lord. If this is

something you personally enjoy, please leave a comment to share your

experience and to encourage anyone who’s thinking about trying it for

themselves.

God what a wonderful article you have sent for me to read.

Father God I thank you for your marvels. Shall we continue to praise you in song and worship, for you ar worthy. God I thank you for all that you do. I am not worthy of your kindness for I sin daily. I rebuke my sins and repent. I am grateful to sing your praises for all that you do for me.

Amazing events.

So I was reading my book , as I am reading I am told to look up, the first person you see smile. So I look up. Make eye contact with the woman across from me and I smile. The woman smiles back and lit up. I then nodded and I looked down and continue to read. Just so happens we get off at the same train station. She asks me are you reading the a bible? I said not really, I am reading a book about women in the Bible. She said while watching you read you looked so peaceful. She introduces herself, tells me she’s Christian also Pentecostal, she goes to church in dean street. I to share in my sisterly upbringings, yes I too am Christian and Pentecostal.
She begins to open up to me and tell me that she needs prayers, she is on her way to see her pastor, then says she’s tired and she knows that it’s the enemy. She was back and forth on whether to go see the pastor or not for that one stop as we crossed the bridge. As she tells me her story, I tell her follow your instincts. It’s telling you to see your pastor for a reason. The Holy Spirit didn’t nudge you for no reason, this encounter was not by chance. I was told to smile not knowing what your needs were. Now i know I was supposed to smile st you to remind you that you need to make it to see your pastor. We then started talking about my book, about the many women in the Bible and how significant they are in church history. I kind of felt like I was being quizzed in what I was reading. Yet I was grateful nonetheless knowing that I was retaining the knowledge I was reading.
My stop came in for my transfer and before I got out the train I said god bless you, again follow your gut, you need to see your pastor. I got off the train and started transcribing this encounter on my phone. After I finished transcribing I said a little prayer for her.
Father in heaven, thank you for using me to have Claudette vent her worries and her fears. I sense she needed an extra push to seek your house today, I hope I did my job. Dutifully. I am thankful to have been listening to you and that I did not ignore you. For only you know how bad she needed to release her worries. God you know her circumstances, you know her story, you know the bit of her story she shared with me. I ask that you wash away that feeling of fear. I ask that she finds the strength she needs to face her battles. I could tell she’s new in the faith and that she’s hungry, wanting more of you. I’m glad she took a picture of this book. Help her find this book so she can be empowered by the women in the gospels whom have contributed to Christianity as we know it. May Claudette and her family be protected and blessed always. In the name of the father, the son and Holy Spirit Amen.