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Coffee with Jesus -MASTER OF THE UNIVERSE

Psalm 19:1-4

The heavens declare the glory of God;
    the skies proclaim the work of his hands.
Day after day they pour forth speech;
    night after night they reveal knowledge.
They have no speech, they use no words;
    no sound is heard from them.
Yet their voice goes out into all the earth,
    their words to the ends of the world.
In the heavens God has pitched a tent for the sun.

  • Verse 1:

O Lord my God! When I in awesome wonder

Consider all the works Thy hand hath made.

I see the stars; I hear the roaring thunder,

Thy power throughout the universe displayed.

  • Verse 2:

When through the woods and forest glades I wander

And hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees;

When I look down from lofty mountain grandeur

And hear the brook and feel the gentle breeze:

Refrain:

Then sings my soul, my Saviour God, to Thee:

How great Thou art, how great Thou art!

Then sings my soul, my Saviour God, to Thee:

How great Thou art, how great Thou art!

COFFEE WITH JESUS – With the lowly and contrite

Isaiah 57:15

For thus says the One who is high and lifted up, who inhabits eternity, whose name is Holy: “I dwell in the high and holy place, and also with him who is of a contrite and lowly spirit, to revive the spirit of the lowly, and to revive the heart of the contrite.

COFFEE WITH JESUS – BE CONCERNED FOR THEM!

1 Timothy 2:1-6

First of all, then, I urge that supplications, prayers, intercessions, and thanksgivings be made for all people, for kings and all who are in high positions, that we may lead a peaceful and quiet life, godly and dignified in every way. This is good, and it is pleasing in the sight of God our Saviour, who desires all people to be saved and to come to the knowledge of the truth. For there is one God, and there is one mediator between God and men, the man Christ Jesus, …

Philippians 2:4

Do not merely look out for your own personal interests, but also for the interests of others.

CHRIST IN OUR HEARTS

As Christmas draws nigh, one should look out for Christmas in Christmas. It’s celebrating:

Christ who came
Healing our diseases
Restoring our hearts
Infusing into us love, joy, peace in the Holy Ghost
Sitting in for us at all times
Taking upon Himself the sins of mankind
He wants us all to:
Muster our tongues
Act in true Christianity and
Serve the Lord and our neighbours wholeheartedly.


That is what Christ does for us, it is equally what He wants us to do for ourselves and our neighbours, just like GOD did for us when He sent us a little parcel CHRISTMAS. 

OLD BEN’S STORY

A Minister passing through his church in the middle of the day,

Decided to pause by the altar to see who comes to pray.

Just then the back door opened and a man came down the aisle,

The minister frowned as he saw the man hadn’t shaved in a while.

His shirt was torn and shabby, and his coat was worn and frayed,

The man knelt down and bowed his head, then rose and walked away.

 

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In the days that followed at precisely noon, the preacher saw this chap,

Each time he knelt just for a moment, a lunch pail in his lap.

Well, the minister’s suspicions grew, with robbery a main fear,

He decided to stop and ask the man, ‘What are you doing here?’

The old man said he was a factory worker, and lunch was half an hour

Lunchtime was his prayer time, for finding strength and power.

I stay only a moment because the factory’s far away;

As I kneel here talking to the Lord, this is kinda what I say:

 

‘I JUST CAME BY TO TELL YOU, LORD, HOW HAPPY I HAVE BEEN,

SINCE WE FOUND EACH OTHER’S FRIENDSHIP AND YOU TOOK AWAY MY SIN.

DON’T KNOW MUCH OF HOW TO PRAY, BUT I THINK ABOUT YOU EVERYDAY.

SO, JESUS, THIS IS BEN, JUST CHECKING IN TODAY.’

 

The minister feeling foolish told Ben that it was fine.

He told the man that he was welcome to pray there anytime.

‘It’s time to go, and thanks,’ Ben said as he hurried to the door.

Then the minister knelt there at the altar, which he’d never done before.

His cold heart melted, warmed with love, as he met with Jesus there.

As the tears flowed down his cheeks, he repeated old Ben’s prayer:

 

‘I JUST CAME BY TO TELL YOU, LORD, HOW HAPPY I’VE BEEN,

SINCE WE FOUND EACH OTHER’S FRIENDSHIP AND YOU TOOK AWAY MY SIN.

I DON’T KNOW MUCH OF HOW TO PRAY, BUT I THINK ABOUT YOU EVERYDAY.

SO, JESUS, THIS IS ME, JUST CHECKING IN TODAY.’

 

Past noon one day, the minister noticed that old Ben hadn’t come.

As more days passed and still no Ben, he began to worry some.

At the factory, he asked about him, learning he was ill.

The hospital staff was worried, but he’d given them a thrill.

 

The week that Ben was with them, brought changes in the ward.

His smiles and joy contagious; changed people were his reward.

The head nurse couldn’t understand why Ben could be so glad,

When no flowers, calls or cards came, not a visitor he had.

 

The minister stayed by his bed, he voiced the nurse’s concern:

No friends had come to show they cared. He had nowhere to turn.

Looking surprised, old Ben spoke up and with a winsome smile;

‘The nurse is wrong, she couldn’t know; He’s been here all the while.’

Everyday at noon He comes here, a dear friend of mine, you see,

He sits right down and takes my hand, leans over and says to me:

 

‘I JUST CAME BY TO TELL YOU, BEN, HOW HAPPY I HAVE BEEN,

SINCE WE FOUND THIS FRIENDSHIP, AND I TOOK AWAY YOUR SIN.

I THINK ABOUT YOU ALWAYS AND I LOVE TO HEAR YOU PRAY,

AND SO BEN, THIS IS JESUS, JUST CHECKING IN TODAY.’

 

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Someone sent it to someone, who sent it to someone, who sent it to someone, who sent it to me, who’s sending it you. Shalom!

 

 

WHEN I LOOK AT THINGS…

When I look at things, I observe that they have to change. They have to change for the better, cuz it’s already so bad out there and so bad in here.

How can it change? How can they understand it has to change?

In trying to pass this across, I realize my drift is SOOOOOOO much toward God. It is so embedded in the man Christ Jesus; the one referred to as the “man who went about doing good”.

I want to tell my friends things have to change, but I’m afraid it’ll push them away.

I want to tell the world things have to change but I’m afraid they’d take it wrong, because we don’t share the same views.

The more I try to bring in legalism; the farther I drift from hitting the nail on point.

The more I try to fit the square peg in the square hole, for things to fit, the more I find myself in what people call “religion”. The more I find myself in what’s been termed by the acclaimed ‘liberal minds’ “Christianity”.

The more I find myself in what I call LIFE.

Then, I come to one realization: there can be no change without this life. There can be no change without this Christianity. There can be no change, no change at all.

Nailing it, there can be no change without the one who was nailed on the cross: Jesus. It’s that simple!

Refusing this is being like the cynical hermit, burying its head in the dust when its feathers are on fire.

In what’s been [tried to be] said about His being here on earth, and His stay, and His instructions; and His teachings, and His life and His all, no one has presented him as a bad man. Some say he wasn’t bad but was not perfect. But to them, I’d still do what He asked, for their good; I’d have to pray for them to be forgiven. He Himself did. One of the last things He showed us how to do was to pray for those who do not know what they are doing.

Bishop Chris quotesIn the midst of the turbulence, His instructions apply. For the degraded morals, for the debased man, for the debauchery, for the manslaughter, for the selfishness, for the hatred, for the deceit, for the exploitation, for the phobias, for the every, for the all; His instructions apply. Sound instructions, giving out sound meant to mold one soundly.

For oneself, for the neighbour, for the friend, for the foe, for the parent, for the sibling, for the stranger and the passerby, for the baby, for the spouse, for the unknown, for the seen; for the wealthy, for the wretched, for the miserly, for the proud; for the high, for the low, for the fat and for the slim; His instructions apply to make it go a-peace.

Where would the peace run to, if we so ardently seek it? Where would the love hide if we so willingly manifest it? Where would the talents be buried, if we so encouragingly share it? Where would the world be falling, if we so collectively care for it?

A servant of His once said the world is so gone bunkers because Christians speak so much but do so little of what they speak. If only they could!

I’ve come to the conclusion that it is only in doing things His way, that things are really gonna change. If I want change, if I really do want change, then I know what I have to do.

I have to shout it from the rooftops, hard as I can, loud as I can, fastest as I can, plainly as I can, always as I can. Only then can I be fully able to “can” something out of this existence. Until then, no change; no betterment; nothing!

“A nation can never be better than the state of the church within it”, Bishop Chris would say.

“The world can never be better that the state of the church [Body of Christ] within it”, I’d expand.