Easter Childhood Memory

I remember so vividly when I was about 7 or 8 yrs old, eagerly waiting to watch the movie of Jesus' 

life, the day before Easter. It was, what it seemed to me at the time, an all day movie, but I just couldn't 

wait! I remember sitting on the floor asking my dad "Is it starting soon?" I am not sure why I was so eager 

to watch it for the, well probably only the second or third time that I could remember, but that year 

was especiallymemorable. I seemed to have understood what He had done for me and could feel a 

genuine love for Him! But what did I know at that age :)

Today, I am able to feel this genuine love and excitement again, as this season of celebration

nears, but only because of His grace. Many things have happened between then and now,

but I will keep these for another blog:)

What are you Easter childhood memories? How did they help shape who you are today?

"There's probably no God. Now stop worrying and enjoy your life."

This is an add that I will now see on my way to and from work every day. Follow the link, read the article and leave your thoughts on the comment section below...

http://www.citynews.ca/news/news_31470.aspx

Great Statment From A Great Man Of God

I despaired at the thought that my life might slip by without seeing God show himself mightily on our behalf!

Quoted by Steven Furtick during the message "Called To Serve" from LifeChurch.tv's series "Kaleo" http://www.lifechurch.tv/message-archive/watch/kaleo08/3

Quoted From the book "Fresh Wind, Fresh Fire" by Pastor Jim Cymbala. Preview this book at http://books.google.ca/books?id=7CH5z7ciyNkC

Pause After Reading

A friend of mine shared this with me (and a few other people :) and I wanted to share it with you all as well. This is from Max Lucado. Please take the time to pause and think after reading.

Merry Christmas!

God had entered the world as a baby.
Yet, were someone to chance upon the sheep stable on the outskirts of Bethlehem that morning, what a peculiar scene they would behold.
The stable stinks like all stables do. The stench of urine, dung, and sheep reeks pungently in the air. The ground is hard, the hay scarce. Cobwebs cling to the ceiling and a mouse scurries across the dirt floor.
A more lowly place of birth could not exist.
Off to one side sit a group of shepherds. They sit silently on the floor; perhaps perplexed, perhaps in awe, no doubt in amazement. Their night watch had been interrupted by an explosion of light from heaven and a symphony of angels. God goes to those who have time to hear him—so on this cloudless night he went to simple shepherds.
Near the young mother sits the weary father. If anyone is dozing, he is. He can’t remember the last time he sat down. And now that the excitement has subsided a bit, now that Mary and the baby are comfortable, he leans against the wall of the stable and feels his eyes grow heavy. He still hasn’t figured it all out. The mystery of the event puzzles him. But he hasn’t the energy to wrestle with the questions. What’s important is that the baby is fine and that Mary is safe. As sleep comes he remembers the name the angel told him to use … Jesus. “We will call him Jesus.”
Wide awake is Mary. My, how young she looks! Her head rests on the soft leather of Joseph’s saddle. The pain has been eclipsed by wonder. She looks into the face of the baby. Her son. Her Lord. His Majesty. At this point in history, the human being who best understands who God is and what he is doing is a teenage girl in a smelly stable. She can’t take her eyes off him. Somehow Mary knows she is holding God. So this is he. She remembers the words of the angel. “His kingdom will never end.” (Luke 1:33)
He looks like anything but a king. His face is prunish and red. His cry, though strong and healthy, is still the helpless and piercing cry of a baby. And he is absolutely dependent upon Mary for his well-being.
Majesty in the midst of the mundane. Holiness in the filth of sheep manure and sweat. Divinity entering the world on the floor of a stable, through the womb of a teenager and in the presence of a carpenter.
She touches the face of the infant-God. How long was your journey!
This baby had overlooked the universe. These rags keeping him warm were the robes of eternity. His golden throne room had been abandoned in favor of a dirty sheep pen. And worshiping angels had been replaced with kind but bewildered shepherds.
Meanwhile, the city hums. The merchants are unaware that God has visited their planet. The innkeeper would never believe that he had just sent God into the cold. And the people would scoff at anyone who told them the Messiah lay in the arms of a teenager on the outskirts of their village. They were all too busy to consider the possibility.
Those who missed His Majesty’s arrival that night missed it not because of evil acts or malice; no, they missed it because they simply weren’t looking.
Little has changed in the last two thousand years, has it?

Prayers Needed: 23 Year Old Dies While Performing The Nativity Story

This email was sent to me by a friend, a lot of other people were included and received it, but it needs to reach even more people. It is a pure attack of the enemy and we need to cover with prayers, her family members, this Church, the people that were involved in the performance and all the people that God wanted to reach through this perfermance that will not get to attend because it had been cancelled.


If you are receiving this email, it's because I know that you understand the power of prayer, and that especially at this time of year, are grateful for the birth of Jesus who truly is, our only hope and security. I've never sent out a prayer request to multiple people, but this time,I couldn't not ask for your prayers. Last night was Opening Night for Crossroads Community Church in Cincinnati, Ohio. Crossroads is a "mega-church" with thousands of members. This church is particularly committed to reaching people who may not believe in God or who are searching to find some meaning beyond this life, which we know we can find from the ultimate sacrifice which resulted in an empty tomb. Crossroads puts on a Christmas show every year which is the caliber of anything you would see from a touring Broadway company. The stage sets are extensive, the talent is incredible, the special effects are amazing. This show is heavily attended every year, and this year 26,000tickets were requested (the show is free). People from all walks of life attend this; believers as well as non-believers, young, old, able and disabled. The gospel message is always preached at the end of each performance. Last night, during a scene in which the "three wise men" were climbing a"mountain" that was 25 feet high, a 23 year old girl fell to her death in the middle of the performance of Opening Night. It is uncertain at this time whether the harness malfunctioned, broke etc. They are still trying to determine what the actual cause of the accident was. The head pastor determined to cancel the show immediately and all remaining eleven performances have been cancelled. In addition to the tragedy of this young girl losing her life and the trauma that her immediate family is now experiencing, there were several thousand people in the audience who witnessed this first hand as well as the staff, crew, other performers and volunteers of Crossroads church.My two younger sisters were intimately connected to this show. One sister is the Producer and oversees a large creative team that irresponsible for every aspect of birthing and executing this show. My other sister is one of the choreographers. Both of them, as you might imagine have been deeply and profoundly affected by this. I'm specifically concerned about my sister who is the Producer as she was instrumental in bringing the aspect of harnessing so that actors could "fly" and "climb". She even personally attended at raining workshop in California earlier in the year where she herself,participated in the actual flying and climbing. (A former competitive gymnast, she found the experience exhilarating and couldn't wait to bring this to this year's Christmas show). She is suffering from unnecessary feelings of guilt and at this point, we have been unable to convince her to attend the free counseling that Crossroads is providing at the church today for ANYONE who may need to come and speak with professional. There are so many people who are affected by this and have experienced a great loss. Of concern also, is those who may be seeking to understand more about God and His love for us and something like this can be difficult to surmount. For those of us who have been Christians for awhile, something like this can bring up uncomfortable questions. Was God really in control? Why did He allow something like this to happen?Is it okay to be angry? Those are difficult questions for people who know and follow Jesus but for people who have yet to experience His grace, mercy and sacrificial love, these are questions born of a tragic occurrence that could make the difference in their decision to believe at all. Please pray that the parents and family of this girl will be comforted,especially at this time of year which will come every year with its own fresh memories. Please pray for the staff, crew and volunteers of Crossroads who put an amazing amount of hours, work, dedication and talent into this performance. Please pray for the thousands of people who witnessed this first hand last night and for the thousands of people who will not be able to attend the cancelled future performances.Please pray that my sister will be at peace and know that this was not her fault and that she was not responsible. Please pray that she and her creative team will have the strength to continue their work, the work they believe they were called to, the work that is and has been, touching so many lives. Should any specific thoughts or prayers come to you, please pray in that direction as the Lord guides you. For any of you who may today be experiencing the stress and anxiety that is inherent as we walk with our human minds and bodies in this world,please take a moment to realize that life truly is short. We spend so much time worrying about things that won't matter next week, let alone after we are gone. Take a special moment this Christmas season to share or remind someone of the true meaning of the season and though we can count on absolutely noting in this world, we can "be of good cheer, for He has come to overcome the world". Take a moment to understand that we don't and won't understand so many of the things that we encounter in our lives. And if you are reading this, take a moment to thank The One who lives in your heart, who comforts and provides, who loves us when we aren't so lovable, who believes in us when our beliefs are momentarily shaken. Because of His birth, we don't have to truly die. Because of His death, we can truly live. Here, in the perfect joy that only He provides and forever later, in His house and by His side. Spend one extra moment this season to tell someone you love them, that you care about them, that you are championing them, that you believe in them. They may not be here tomorrow. With love and affection to you all and embracing the resons for the Season, Jane

To find out more, follow this link: http://www.crossroads.net/about/AwaitedStatement.htm