I believe that Jesus Christ is the Son of God.
In Him I place my trust.
I was taught at my Mother's knee about
God
and I give thanks for a Mother that would start me
on the path to heaven from the very beginning of my life.
I am a member of the church of Christ.
I became a member of the body of Christ by,
first, hearing and believing the Word.
John 5:24
Verily, verily, I say unto you,
"He that hearth my word, and believeth on him that
sent me, hath everlasting life, and shall not come
into condemnation; but is passed from death unto life."
Second, I confessed my belief in Jesus Christ before men.
Matthew 10:32
"Whosoever therefore shall confess me before men, him will I confess also before my Father which is in heaven."
Third, I repented of my sins and was
baptized.
Acts 2:38
..."Repent , and be baptized every one of you in the name
of Jesus Christ for the remission of sins, and ye shall
receive the gift of the Holy Ghost."
Fourth, I learned how to live as a
christian.
Acts 2:42
"And they continued stedfastly in the apostles' doctrine
and fellowship, and in the breaking of bread, and in prayers."
"..All things work
together for good to
them that love God.."
Romans 8: 28
What If...
Church of Christ
Blessings
I knelt to pray when day was done
And prayed, "O Lord, bless everyone,
Lift from each saddened heart the pain
And let the sick be well again."
And then I woke another day
And carelessly went on my way,
The whole day long I did not try
To wipe a tear from any eye.
I did not try to share the load
Of any brother on the road.
I did not even go to see
The sick man just next door to me.
Yet once again when day was done
I prayed, "O Lord, bless everyone."
But as I prayed, into my ear
there came a voice that whispered clear,
"Pause now, my son, before you pray.
Whom have you tried to bless today?
Gods sweetest blessing always go
by hands that serve him here below."
And then I hid my face and cried,
"Forgive me, God, I have not tried,
But let me live another day
and I will live the way I pray."
~Unknown~
Without A Word
A member of a certain church,
who previously had been attending services regularly,
stopped going.
After a few weeks,
the pastor decided to visit him.
It was a chilly evening.
The pastor found the man at home alone,
sitting before a blazing fire.
Guessing the reason for his pastor's visit,
the man welcomed him,
led him to a big chair near the fireplace and waited.
The pastor made himself comfortable but said nothing.
In the grave silence,
he contemplated the play of the flames
around the burning logs.
After some minutes, the pastor took the fire tongs,
carefully picked up a brightly burning ember
and placed it to one side of the hearth all alone.
Then he sat back in his chair, still silent.
The host watched all this in quiet fascination.
As the one lone ember's flame diminished,
there was a momentary glow and then its fire was no more.
Soon it was cold and "dead as a doornail."
Not a word had been spoken since the initial greeting.
Just before the pastor was ready to leave,
he picked up the cold, dead ember
and placed it back in the middle of the fire.
Immediately it began to glow once more
with the light and warmth of the burning coals around it.
As the pastor reached the door to leave, his host said,
"Thank you so much for your visit
and especially for the fiery sermon.
I shall be back in church next Sunday."
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