I love the story, in the Bible, of the woman with the issue of blood. Not because of her sickness, but because of her faith. In case you don’t know it, she bled for 12 years. Broke, and tired of being considered, “unclean” she thought, “If I could just touch the hem of his garment, I would be healed.” She did, and she was.
To share some personal reflections concerning the time we are living in: you hear some talking about we are in “end times”. “End times”, meaning the last days on earth as we enter into the days described in a book of the Bible, “Revelation”. It’s easy to see a path where the world will try to come together and form a “One World Order”. Using one currency, anywhere in the world. Buying and selling by placing a chip in one’s hand or forehead. They would first tell us this is how we have to have our Coronavirus vaccination. Of course some call that chip, “The Mark of the Beast”. Crazy? No. The Bible talks about it and it may not look exactly like that, but it will happen.
I also think after this first round of the virus you will see a lot of people move out of the “hot spots” and into smaller cities. Especially now, realizing they can work remotely.
What does all that have to do with those who still believe in God, and the women mentioned at the top of this post?
We will need to have the kind of faith the woman had. To believe God, no matter what so many others may be trying to convince us of. To ignore their passion, beliefs, and convictions so we can concentrate on what God says. Provisions could get scarce tempting us to cave and go along with the multitudes just to survive. Could we put the carcass of a chicken in a pot at night and believe God for a whole chicken in that pot by the next morning? Why not? I heard a testimony of this actually happening. Is that any harder to believe for than thinking you would be healed just because you managed to touch only the hem of Jesus’ garment?
My point is this: As the days get harder, and on the outside scarier, will we maintain our faith? Will we do what it takes to go against the crowd and reach out to touch the hem of Jesus’ garment? I say this, When you reach out and touch Jesus’ garment don’t let go! Hang on till the very end.
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Every day, about 4:10 PM, I see a Southwest Airlines jet flying over my house, if I am outside at the time, and if the wind is blowing from the south. I did some research and found the plane starts in Dallas, TX. as flight #21, flies to Houston, TX. and changes its flight number to #449. It’s known as a “scheduled” flight.
I was facing several issues the other day. To be honest, they overwhelmed me. I cried out to God to ask why was this happening, and how am I going to pay for it all? (My first ungodly belief (UGB) was thinking that I was going to pay for it all. Everything my wife and I have comes from God, He pays for it all.) I spoke to a couple of others about it, and they were encouraging, but it still consumed my thoughts. I got mad, complained, and cried, to no avail, because I felt the same after each one of my flesh’s outburst.
One of the hardest things about being a child of God, is not knowing.
Most toddlers don’t play “hide and seek” very well. The toddler can’t wait to be found and will often come out from where they are hiding, so you can find them, and when you see each other’s face, oh the joy, the smiles, and the laughter. It’s a great feeling.
Doctor: “Sit up straight and breathe normal.” The doctor moved his stethoscope across my chest, and then around my back. “Deep breaths.” He listened. For what? Did he hear anything out of the ordinary? Perhaps a murmur? Was there reason for concern?
I would go visit them, and before I knew it, they would be giving me a guided tour of their latest acquisitions. Antiques, what nots, weird things, but things that appealed to them. I would hear the story of where they found it, and why they liked it. The one fact that never went unnoticed was how excited they were over their latest find, and the one thing that always struck me funny was when they would ask, “You want to know how much I paid?”
Confession: I have never been inside a confessional booth. I grew up in a church where doing so was not part of our spiritual practice. I am at a temple where there is one. I am writing this blog post while sitting inside it. Not intended, but in order to see I brought a small, but bright LED light. It is casting such a white glow I think it scared a couple checking out the temple.
I was sitting in a church admiring the grandeur, the architecture. Then, I opened my Bible to a random spot.
they worship me from their soft, warm, living hearts. They feel their good deeds achieve tally marks on a chalk board by my chair. I would rather the receivers of those deeds feel me. They step into a dark, small closet to confess their sins. I say confess them loudly from your roof tops, so you are less likely to repeat them.