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Two weeks ago today, the world lost a great man of God.
Reinhard Bonnke, the world-renowned evangelist, at the age of 79, passed from this life into glory. He was a man full of fire and the power of the Holy Spirit. He was the founder of Christ For All Nations.
“LET MY MORTAL LIPS PREACH THE ETERNAL GOSPEL, AND MY MORTAL HANDS BUILD YOUR ETERNAL KINGDOM – TO THE GLORY OF THE FATHER.” – EVANGELIST REINHARD BONNKE
One of the most humble men you will ever meet stood year after year on the continent of Africa preaching the Word of God, with an invitation to all. His website states, as he preached the gospel, 79-million have made the decision for Christ to be the Lord of their life.
I love the passion, as he shares with his german accent, the dream given to him by the Lord. In the dream, he saw Africa washed in the red blood of Jesus. Then he heard a voice say, “Africa will be saved.” Oh, how he followed that word and lived to see it come to pass.
We are in the midst of the Christmas season. We celebrate the birth of our savior and Lord, Jesus Christ. He is not just a baby in the manger, but he has come for you, for me, as well as the continent of Africa.
As Reinhard Bonnke led so many to Christ, this is the perfect time for you to receive him also. To say a simple prayer and to ask Jesus to come into your heart and make Him Lord of your life.
My prayer for you is that this Christmas will be the Christmases of all Christmases. The Christmas that you invited Jesus to come in.
Would you like to do that today? To make Jesus your Savior and Lord over your life? If so, bow your head and repeat this prayer after me. “Jesus, I admit I am a sinner. I can do nothing without you. Today I want to make a new start. I confess my sins to you, and I ask you to come and live in my heart. I make you my Lord and Savior forever.”
If you have done that my friend, you are now born again. Once born of the flesh, but today born of the Spirit of God. He has now come in to live on the inside of you. Rejoice … Rejoice! Rejoice!
If you have done this, please let me know. Post it in the comments that all can rejoice in your decision for Christ!
In closing, may you remember the family of Reinhard Bonnkee. His precious wife Anni and his three beautiful children.
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Hello, and welcome to another Five Minute Friday. This week our prompt word is COST. Remember, if you would like to join the Five Minute Friday community, we’re always open to new writers. Just click on the link, http://www.FiveMinuteFriday.com, think about the prompt word, write for five minutes, then share!
So, this time of the year, what’s the “Hot” word that sizzles about? COST!
This post is a review for the book Serious Writers Never Quit by Bryan Hutchinson. It’s the perfect book for beginners, especially if you’re trying to work your way through that first draft.
Writing is a tough and sometimes a lonely craft. Bryan encourages every writer to take the plunge and go for it.
If it’s your calling, and you know it, don’t throw in the towel when you’re so close. Write what you know. Write it with a passion.
So many times, it’s easier to just tuck something away after that first draft, but Bryan encourages like playing pool, aim for the best!
I love where he says that a writer’s biggest enemy is failure; so true, but everything he shares is about passing past that failure, and going on to the finish line, and to pursue your calling as a writer!
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Welcome to another Five Minute Friday. The day and the place where we write for Five Minutes off a prompt word given each week. This week our word is WAIT. So, let.s go!
Time for another FiveMinuteFriday. As usual, we start with a prompt word and write for five minutes. This week our word is TESTIMONY.
Seems to be an interesting word after the events of this past week. How Hurricane Dorian raised fear and hardship as he whirled along the coast. In the aftermath of this terrible storm, our hearts go out to all who have experienced loss and devastation, especially in the Bahamas. And, on another note, we praise God for the many testimonies of His grace, mercy, and protection.
Well, I know it’s not Friday, but with the focus on the hurricane threatening the coast of Flordia, right where my home town of Vero Beach is, I’ve veered off the path a bit.
Last Friday on my blog I posted a story, Nothing Short of A Miracle. As I promised in the closing, I would give part two to the story this week. As you know, I usually write off the prompt word given on, FiveMinuteFriday I was amazed at this weeks prompt — BACK. My story last week was about my husband, Jon’s BACK.
Recently I entered an article for the Write-To-Publish Writers Conference. It was an honor to hear that it won 3rd place in magazine articles for my piece.
Since today would be my mom’s birthday, I thought it would be a wonderful tribute to her by publishing this article in her honor 🙂
ESCORT TO HEAVEN
Out of nowhere, Mom sat up on her own for the first time in twelve weeks. Not only did she sit up, but she pointed to the corner of her hospital room and exclaimed, “Del, look!”
“What
mom?” I asked. What is it?”
“Don’t you
see her—she’s right there?” she said.
I leaped from my chair and ran to her bedside. “What is it, Mom? What do you see?”
Her voice intensified, “Can’t you see her Del — she’s right there!”
As I turned around to see what she was pointing to, I glanced at the corner of her room, but all I could see was the stucco walls in this aged-old hospital room and the stark white ceiling above. “What Mom? What is it?”
“What … what does he look like?” I questioned in amazement.
“No silly, she chuckled. “It’s not a he, it’s a she. She’s standing right there— it’s an angel.”
Although I couldn’t physically see her, I couldn’t deny that there was a warm and glorious presence looming in her room. Within minutes Mom laid back down just as she was before. Then about an hour later, she started again with even greater excitement, “Look, Del, she’s back.” Still, I wish I could say I could see this angel she continued to speak about, but the glow on Mom’s face mirrored its presence.
On that evening it was just mom and I. Usually there was always someone else in the room—one of my siblings, my children, nieces, or nephews—but for whatever reason, I was there alone.
Three months prior, Mom had fallen and broken her hip. And with that, one issue led to another which caused her health to decline. It was a few days before Christmas, and the doctors explained to us that she was suffering from a severe infection that had settled in her back. As gentle as they could, they let us know that Mom’s time could be nearing its end. In a sheer state of denial, each of us believed that the doctors were wrong and one day Mom would return home.
Back to that evening, the angel did not come only to visit my mom, but with an important message—Mom conveyed it to me. “Del, she said, “you need to go to every room and make the sign of the cross outside of each door. There are people right here on their way to Hell.” she continued. “You must go and pray for them.”
I knew this request was not from my mom, but it was something that the Lord wanted me to do. So, without hesitation, I went down the hall and prayed silently for whatever the Lord would have me pray for each room I passed by.
When I returned, I found mom fast asleep. I shared with her how the Lord guided me to pray from room to room. Although she didn’t respond, and never spoke another word again, somehow, I believe she knew this mission was complete.
The next day I shared my mom’s encounter with one of our favorite nurses. I wasn’t sure how she’d respond, but I told her anyway. To my surprise, she greeted me with a much-needed hug and words of comfort, “It’s okay Del, don’t be alarmed. We’ve had many patients tell us about their angelic visitations just before they pass. That was the Angel of Death she saw.”
Oh my Gosh! Was she telling me that Mom indeed had a visitation from an angel?
My
eyes filled with tears as she carried on. “The gentleman in the very last room
on the right was scheduled to go home for Christmas, but he passed away during
the night. Because of what I’ve seen in the past, that means your mom will be
next.” Her straightforwardness left
me speechless.
On Christmas Day, the day in which Jesus, whom she loved so dearly had entered this world, God an angel to escort Mom home. In my heart, I will always believe it was the same angel who visited her that night.
Now, whenever Christmas rolls around, I will not only remember it as the day that our Lord and Savior was born, but I will also remember it as that evening when Mom had a visitation from her own personal escort to Heaven …
Hey.. and if you like, click on this song and see if you can guess what her favorite song was!
God bless,
Del
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