Romans 3:23 For all have sinned, and come short of the glory of God;

Romans 6:23 For the wages of sin is death; but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord.

Romans 10:13 For whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved.

Revelation 20:14 And death and hell were cast into the lake of fire. This is the second death.

Revelation 20:15 And whosoever was not found written in the book of life was cast into the lake of fire.

Wednesday, December 26, 2007

Some hymns, good old hymns

So many people worship in the flesh nowadays. They figure that because the ear of the flesh is pleased, and their body is driven to motion, then it must be from the Holy Spirit...HOLY Spirit. I guess hymns are too spiritual for the flesh. Well I'm here to let you now that Bible-believing youths like myself (I'm 25) still love the good ol' hymns and we sing our lungs out, rejoicing in Christ Jesus.

"He Leadeth Me", A Capella, the Drummond Family



Bible Baptist Church congregational music (Dr.Ruckman)

"Arise My soul, Arise"


"And Can It Be" (If ever there was a runner-up to "Amazing Grace" being the Christian national anthem, "And Can It Be" is the one.



"Psalm 23" Judy Theophanopoulos ( my Pastor's wife. You should hear her sing Psalm 3 though I don't have it now"




"I'd Rather Have Jesus", Dallas Holm



And to end, again congregational music from the Baptist Bible Church in Pensecola:
"I've A Home Beyond The River", is number 499 in the hymnal "Great Hymns of the Faith".

My church here in Laval sings its lungs out when it comes to this hymn



We worship the Lord Jesus Christ in the spirit, not in the flesh, but with joy my friends, with joy.

Tuesday, December 25, 2007

My aunt was wounded in a terrorist attack



On December 11th, some deceived, bitter, blinded by hatred wackos blew a couple of vans up and I suppose themselves along as they brought down the UN building in Algeria.

My aunt is a UN chief who had been newly assigned to Algeria. Most unusually, her visa kept getting delayed, and when it finally came through, it was just in time for my aunt to arrive for the explosion. She had been there less than 24 hours. The building collapsed over her. My aunt trusted her soul to the Lord Jesus Christ years ago. God allowed her to be present for the explosion. She is not dead. The Lord preserves his saints. After a maddening day for my mother, as pieces of information were being forwarded to her, seeing she is an immediate relative and also a UN employee, we finally found out that she had head wounds and was in the hospital.

Both my aunt and mother were flown to Switzerland, where my aunt is still recovering in a hospital. She was fortunate. There were over 70 killed and about 200 wounded. One woman lost both her legs.
The first thing my aunt told me on the phone was

"And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose."
Romans 8:28

Compare that one to the Muslim god. Listen I don't care about the UN, nor do I buy the beast created for public consumption by the media that is "Al-Quaeda".
But don't come telling me that those people are fanatics who misunderstand Islam and misinterpret the Qur'an. I've read some parts of that book, in Arabic. Let me tell you this: Those "fanatics" are more honest than the moderate Muslim, they aren't misinterpreting anything. They don't care about public opinion like the moderates do, so they read that book a lil more honestly. It is a petty book of a petty god whose spirit is drenched in vicious hatred and devilish zeal.

On the morning of the 12th I received a call from Copenhagen. A soft-spoken, sympathetic lady was contacting immediate family of the wounded. She addressed me with the usual humanistic clich├ęs for consolation. I answered that I didn’t like seeing my aunt get hurt, but that she had trusted the Lord Jesus Christ years ago, so that we weren’t worried; had she died, we would know where she had gone. I could hear her swallow her spittle when she heard that. She didn’t have the pre-programmed mundane answer to that one. No psychological training had seen that one coming. With stunned difficulty she mumbled “it’s nice to have something to hang to”…

I could’ve told her I was trusting the tooth-fairy to keep her alive and she would have answered me the same thing. I can’t stand that “good for you” attitude. Yeah buddy, and it’s good for you too! I’m not trusting some mystical higher power, I’m not trusting the force, I’m not trusting a rabbit-leg or a horse-shoe, I know whom I have believed, and his name is the Lord Jesus Christ, the Son of the living of God. I know what he did for me, I know his character, his personality, his like and dislikes, I know his love, his justice, his zeal, his jealousy, his holiness.
We talk to each other everyday.

You have to die for your god. My God died for me...and for you too.

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