Fishers of Men

On many occasions I have heard stories from non-Christians talking about how they started building a relationship with a Christian, sometimes it is a person they work with, sometimes it is someone they knew in school…, but the moment the Christian found out they they were non-Christians, the Christian started acting like talking to a non-Christian would kill them! This is incredibly rude, makes non-Christians believe we are liars when we say that we have a God of love, and chases them AWAY from Christianity! This is NOT how Christians are supposed to behave! 
We are supposed to be fishers of men. 

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It’s OK even John the Baptist doubted at the end, and Jesus still loved him! – Smart

We all think of John the Baptist as a giant of the faith, and he certainly played a huge part in the Christian faith. He was the first son of a woman that was too old to have babies without divine intervention. He was the first mere human outside of Mary, and maybe Joseph to recognize Jesus divinity by actually jumping for joy in his mother’s womb when Mary spoke. Luke 1:39-44 He preached the coming of Jesus as was prophesied Matthew 3 :1-3
He witnessed a divine sight when he baptized Jesus. Matthew 3:16-17
And he even challenged the morality of the King! Mark 6: 17-18.
Which is something that no one who values their life did in those days, but John did what God told him to do!
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Look for the Divine, but don’t miss the significant

jesus_manger     My Bible study today included Luke 1:46- Luke 2:26   The Jews were expecting a conquering divine king, what they got wasn’t even close to what they expected. They had a humble baby, that had come from a questionable pregnancy (She wasn’t officially married when she got pregnant.), Who was laying in basically an animal feeding dish. His birth was attended by lowly shepherds and farm animals. (The wise men came later) Most people would feel that this was a sorry lot for anyone, especially for the King of Kings!
Yet significant things had happened. Zacharias had stayed too long in the temple doing his priestly duty, when he came out he could no longer speak. Elisabeth was barren and considered too old to get pregnant, yet she did. Zacharias regained his speech immediately after letting it be known that his child’s name was John, which was an unusual name to pick in that culture. Mary didn’t get divorced or stoned after she got pregnant, which would have been very common after getting mysteriously pregnant. The strange behavior of the priest and the widow in the temple when they came to circumcise Jesus…
These were not knock everyone on their knees in awe miracles, but they were significant, and they certainly were not the type of miracles that people were expecting.
Yet they led to one of the greatest miracles of all when Jesus walked out of the grave!
Just because you don’t see God working on your life, and you haven’t had any miracles in your life so powerful that put you on the floor doesn’t mean that he isn’t working. Keep your eyes open for the significant!

The love of a child


We were the only family with children in the restaurant. I sat Erik in a high chair and noticed everyone was quietly sitting and talking. Suddenly, Erik squealed with glee and said, ‘Hi.’ He pounded his fat baby hands on the high chair tray. His eyes were crinkled in laughter and his mouth was bared in a toothless grin, as he wriggled and giggled with merriment.

I looked around and saw the source of his merriment. It was a man whose pants were baggy with a zipper at half-mast and his toes poked out of would-be shoes. His shirt was dirty and his hair was uncombed and unwashed. His whiskers were too short to be called a beard and his nose was so varicose it looked like a road map.

We were too far from him to smell, but I was sure he smelled.. His hands waved and flapped on loose wrists. ‘Hi there, baby; hi there, big boy. I see ya, buster,’ the man said to Erik.

My husband and I exchanged looks, ‘What do we do?’

Erik continued to laugh and answer, ‘Hi.’ Everyone in the restaurant noticed and looked at us and then at the man. The old geezer was creating a nuisance with my beautiful baby. Our meal came and the man began shouting from across the room, ‘Do ya patty cake? Do you know peek-a-boo? Hey, look, he knows peek- a-boo.’

Nobody thought the old man was cute. He was obviously drunk.
My husband and I were embarrassed. We ate in silence; all except for Erik, who was running through his repertoire for the admiring skid-row bum, who in turn, reciprocated with his cute comment.

We finally got through the meal and headed for the door. My husband went to pay the check and told me to meet him in the parking lot. The old man sat poised between me and the door. ‘Lord, just let me out of here before he speaks to me or Erik,’ I prayed. As I drew closer to the man, I turned my back trying to sidestep him and avoid any air he might be breathing. As I did, Erik leaned over my arm, reaching with both arms in a baby’s ‘pick-me-up’ position. Before I could stop him, Erik had propelled himself from my arms to the man.
Suddenly a very old smelly man and a very young baby consummated their love and kinship. Erik in an act of total trust, love, and submission laid his tiny head upon the man’s ragged shoulder. The man’s eyes closed, and I saw tears hover beneath his lashes. His aged hands full of grime, pain, and hard labor, cradled my baby’s bottom and stroked his back. No two beings have ever loved so deeply for so short a time.

I stood awestruck. The old man rocked and cradled Erik in his arms and his eyes opened and set squarely on mine. He said in a firm commanding voice, ‘You take care of this baby.’

Somehow I managed, ‘I will,’ from a throat that contained a stone.

He pried Erik from his chest, lovingly and longingly, as though he were in pain. I received my baby, and the man said, ‘God bless you ma’am. You’ve given me my Christmas gift.’

I said nothing more than a muttered thanks. With Erik in my arms, I ran for the car. My husband was wondering why I was crying and holding Erik so tightly, and why I was saying, ‘My God, my God, forgive me.’

I had just witnessed Christ’s love shown through the innocence of a tiny child who saw no sin, who made no judgment; a child who saw a soul, and a mother who saw a suit of clothes. I was a Christian who was blind, holding a child who was not.. I felt it was God asking, ‘Are you willing to share your son for a moment?’ when He shared His for all eternity. How did God feel when he put his baby in our arms 2000 years ago?

The ragged old man, unwittingly, had reminded me, ‘To enter the Kingdom of God , we must become as little children.’

If this has blessed you, please bless others by sending it on. Sometimes, it takes a child to remind us of what is really important. We must always remember who we are, where we came from and, most importantly, how we feel about others. The clothes on your back or the car that you drive or the house that you live in does not define you at all; it is how you treat your fellow man that identifies who you are.

This one is a keeper.

‘It is better to be liked for the true you than to be loved for who people think you are…’ Amen!

From the Facebook page of Kimberly Anne Bradford

Doubting Disciples

Doubting Thomas gets a bad rap. Sure he is was the last person in Christ inner circle to believe that Jesus was resurrected, but the others were not exactly waiting at the tomb on Sunday morning.  They were told no less than 9 times that Jesus would rise again.
If you or I made that claim everyone would think that we were nuts, but Jesus had shown them his power over and over again. He had resurrected  Jairus’s daughter
(Luke 8:41-42) and   Luke 8:49-55)  He also resurrected Lazarus in John 11:11-45 and many other miracles. He had some pretty impressive credentials, yet they were all shocked when he did what he said he would. When Jesus appeared to 10 apostles they thought that he was a ghost, Jesus had to let them examine his body, and let them watch him eat to prove he was alive! Luke 24:36-43
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