This letter I am holding is testimony directly from someone who witnessed these wondrous events!
Someone who endured unimaginable persecution because of his faithfulness to this very testimony!
It was a hard truth that many who came face to face with Jesus would stumble and fall, just as he had once done. Paul only prayed that in their brokenness, they would take hold of the mercy and grace offered through Jesus, and then live every day in humble awe of that gift.
Aware that she would be dismissed by the majority, she sought those with open hearts and minds – those who heard her voice and found her worthy of pursuit.
The more I thought about the unworthy servant of the parable, the more I came to believe that fear was only a small part of his problem. Such fear may have caused him to hesitate, but it led to neglect. That was a choice, and his guilt increased daily until the king returned.
To my mother, he said, “You have been entrusted with much, and have proved yourself faithful. Your children will rise up and call you ‘Blessed.’”
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Within my frame, I see the mongrels frenzy as they play the horde bearing down on the land about me.
“Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted,” John softly spoke the words that both men had offered to others in times of brokenness.
Jesus of Nazareth was not remotely predictable, and that perhaps intrigued me more than anything. While many others dismissed him or dreamed of silencing him, I dreamed of conversing with him.
Without thought, I withstood my work and approached her. She paid me less concern than the animal that had pulled her and the caravan about.
How can the One who created the universe be confined in flesh? thought the mother. “Jesus. His name is Jesus,” Joseph simply stated.
Silent tears were streaming down our faces as we looked at the little baby come to save the world. So tiny. So helpless. So mighty.
“Hallo!” growled Scrooge, in his accustomed voice, as near as he could feign it. “What do you mean by coming here at this time of day?”
The Phantom glided on into a street. Its finger pointed to two persons meeting. Scrooge listened again, thinking that the explanation might lie here.
I allowed my fingers to trace her name. This woman was an important person in the history of our faith, and up until this morning, I had never heard of her.
They were the first to give Christmas gifts. Being wise, their gifts were doubtless wise ones. And here I have told you the story of two children who were not wise.
“I am the Ghost of Christmas Present,” said the Spirit. “Look upon me!”
“Listen to what I speak! Remember the unfailing love of the Mighty One of Israel! The Messiah will come to rescue his people!”
The Ghost smiled thoughtfully, and waved its hand: saying as it did so, “Let us see another Christmas!”
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She allowed herself no time to nurse the pain. If the God of Israel had heard her prayers, she needed to get to the Rabbi.
Fricke’s goal to highlight hidden battles and the struggle to open up was effortlessly achieved. Ultimately, the sense that we are all Amy in our own ways grew on me.
It was vital that they learn to pray continuously, stand firm, and not give up when they encountered impossible or discouraging circumstances.
For those I loved, life went on, but I was no longer a part of it. I would catch a glimpse of their lives from time to time, always from a distance.