By Pastor Stephen Piersall
God's Preservation Ministry, http://sfprs.org/
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| Jesus is REAL! |
They say, “Tiz the season to be jolly… Ho! Ho! Ho!” At least until we get the credit card statements in January. Our Pastor preached a few weeks ago about giving and encouraging us to give in different ways this Christmas season. Here are some ideas and I would love to hear from you about what ways you were giving this Christmas season, Post them on our ministry Facebook page. https://www.facebook.com/GodsPreservationMinistry
Look for someone in the grocery store that may have children with them and pay for all or some of their tab.
Text someone new every day and tell them what three things you appreciate about them.
Pay for the car or cars behind you at the drive through while getting your coffee and/or breakfast.
Give to a charity that you do not normally contribute to.
Etc.
You will be surprised at how satisfying you will feel. Even if you cannot afford it, try to give by helping or doing something for someone; remove snow from car(s), help carry in groceries or packages, shovel snow up and down the block, etc. If you pray about it, God will show you someone to show your generosity.
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| Trust in God, not of the world |
Christmas Poem (author unknown)
"twas the night before Jesus came and all through the house; not a creature was praying, not one in the house.
Their Bibles were laying on the shelf without care; in hopes that Jesus would not come there.
The children were dressing to crawl into bed; not once ever kneeling or bowing their head.
And Mom in her rocker with baby upon her lap; She was watching the Late Show while I took a nap.
When out of the East there arose such a clatter; I sprang on my feet to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash; I tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear; however, Angels proclaiming that Jesus was near.
With a light like the sun sending forth a bright ray; I knew for a moment this must be the day.
The light of His face made me cover my head; it was Jesus returning just like He said.
And although I possessed worldly wisdom and wealth; I cried when I saw Him in spite of myself.
In the Book of Life which He held in His hand; It was written the name of every saved person.
He spoke not a word as He searched for my name; when he said, ” it’s not here” my head hung in shame.
The people whose name was written with love; He gathered to take to His Father above.
With those who were ready. He rose without sound; while all the rest were left behind standing around.
I fell upon my knees, but it was too late; I had waited too long to seal my fate.
I stood, and I cried as they rose out of sight; Oh, if I had only been ready tonight.
In the words of this poem, the meaning is clear; the coming of Christ is near.
There’s only one life and when comes the last call; We’ll find that the Bible was true after all!
