Tuesday, 31 January 2012


Please pray for the Stephen Stace family at this time.  Their middle child - Isaac - was tragically burnt in a fire on Saturday (28th January), and he was only 5 years old.

Monday, 30 January 2012


Please pray at this time for the following people:

Dorothy, Andrew & Elizabeth Siggs....their husband/father Brian Siggs went to be with the Lord on Saturday the 28th of January.  The funeral is later this week.  The hard thing is that Andrew is getting married two days after the funeral.  I know they'd really appreciate your prayers at this difficult time!

Roy, Adam & Wade Brereton.....their wife/mother Maureen Brereton unexpectedly went to be with the Lord on Monday 30th January after having a stroke on the Saturday morning.  Please pray for the Lord's presence.

Part of being a part of the family of God is being supportive of the other family members when they're going through a tough time.  So please support these two families in prayer at this time, even if you might not know them!

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Tuesday, 24 January 2012


A Letter from Christian Guys

Girls, could we talk to you right out of our hearts for a few minutes?  It is awkward for us to talk about something of this nature in person, so we thought we would write our feelings.
We are young men who have been saved and baptized in the Holy Spirit.  We desperately want to live for Christ and not follow the ways of the world.  Since we have been baptized (immersed) in a “Holy” Spirit, we feel in our hearts that we should live “holy” lives.  After all, our bodies are the temple, the sanctuary, the place where the “Holy” Spirit lives and makes His home.
We know that guys and girls are affected differently, so since we desperately want to follow hard after God, could we kindly and respectfully ask you to help us with a few things?
We realize that girls are primarily stimulated or turned on by “touch”.  Did you know that guys are turned on by “sight”?  So when you are “aroused” (sexually awakened) by a guy’s “touch”, we are in the same way aroused by mere “sight”.  Let us explain.  When we see girls who are dressed in a suggestive, revealing, provocative, teasing, tantalizing manner, our sexual desires are aroused.  Our bodies are then affected.  To be absolutely candid, let us give you some examples of what we are referring to.  If you are wearing a blouse that barely meets the waist of your slacks and some of your skin shows while you are moving around, or simply while you are walking, sitting, or kneeling, our minds are geared to wonder what more of your body would look like further up....this cause our bodies to respond biologically and suddenly we are fighting a war in our minds and bodies.   And that war of lust is continuing often long - even hours - after you are gone.  We hate this, because our “righteous man” wants to think pure thoughts...
When you wear low-cut tops which are in any degree revealing, or when you bend over and they are revealing, this again causes us big problems in the flesh.  Or if the back is out of your top, we automatically think you do not have the undergarment on and the Spirit and the flesh begin to fight again.  Or when we see any glimpse of your undergarments, such as straps and the like, we have trouble.  What we are trying to say is this: If it is not for sale, don’t advertise it.  We really feel that the still small voice of the Holy Spirit speaks to you and nudges you when it is too tight, too short, too low, or too revealing.  Will you listen to that voice?  For the Scripture says, “Quench not the Spirit.” (1 Thessalonians 5:19).
Girls, do you know what we would really like?  We would like to come among our Christian sisters and not have to fight and struggle in the flesh.  We do not need to have to wrestle in the flesh at church or at church activities.  We men, whether young, old, single or married, are faced with this every day among girls of the “world”.  But we would like to have rest in our Spirit man when we come among Christian girls.  After all, doesn’t the Scripture tell us to “come out from among the world and be you separate, saith the Lord.” (2 Corinthians 6:17)?  It also tells us that “all that is in the world, the lust of the eye, and the lust of the flesh is not of the Father, but is of the world.” (1 John 2:15).  We are of the church, not the world.
We know that people often use the verse “Man looketh on the outward appearance, but God looketh on the heart” (1 Samuel 16:7) to condone anything they wish to wear.  This is one of the most misused/used out-of-context verses in the Bible.  Conversely, the fact is, if your heart is pure, your outward appearance will be modest...
Girls can be fashionable and modest at the same time.  To be honest, we respect you more when your appearance is modest, as the Scripture commands in 1 Timothy 2:9. We really do not want the kind of girl who dresses provocatively, for we know that if we marry her, she will still be that way in the presence of other men once we are married.
We know that we have Christian responsibilities towards girls, too.  We must be careful to portray ourselves properly.  We must treat you like ladies.  If we are really committed Christian Guys, we will strive to treat you like Jesus would.  After all, you are daughters of God. 
Thank you, dear Christian sisters, for hearing our hearts on this subject.  Once we have conveyed the truth of the matter to you, you become responsible before God for what you do with the truth.  We really are “our brother’s keeper” (Genesis 4:9).  We know that there is a “cult of conformity” in our generation, but we as Christians “march to the beat of a different drummer.”  Please, girls, do not say, “I don’t care”, but help us in these last days to live as close to Jesus as we can.  Thank you so much.

Committed Christian Guys.

Monday, 23 January 2012

Photos from A Passion for Jesus

A Light in the Dark World

A Light in the Dark World

Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works,
and glorify you Father which is in heaven.
Matthew 5:16

            As Christians, God has called us to be lights in this very dark, sinful world.  We are like the moon—reflecting the light of the Son to those looking on.  We may not always let our light shine as brightly as it should—sometimes our “glass” gets dirtied by sin, and the only way for that to be cleansed is by asking the Lord to forgive us and He will clean our “glass” for us. The cleaner the glass, the brighter the light shines.
            Although light is the same type every time, it comes in many different containers and holders.  Some are big and regal, some are small and not very noticeable and many varying in between the two. Likewise, God has made each one of us different, and each Christian’s job is different, but the light inside it is the same—the unchangeable Christ.
            Those of us who are the small, not very noticeable light-holder might think to ourselves that we’re of no use to God, and might start wishing that we were big and regal and had something important and noticeable to do, but God needs small, not very noticeable Christians as well as the big, important ones!
            The only important job that every light is asked to do is just simply shine.  Shine wherever you are–at home, at school, at work, whether you’re shopping, or whether you’re playing, you can still have a Christ-like attitude in all you do and that is what God requires of us to do.  True, there are some who are called to be missionaries in foreign countries, or preachers, or playing music in church, or doing some other praiseworthy task, but God also desires those who are willing to serve in the background, do those unnoticed tasks that if they weren’t don it’d be noticed that it wasn’t done!  You might not be a missionary, but you can still pray fervently for those who are!  You might not be a preacher, but pray for those who are!  If you’re not in a notable spot, pray for those who are, that they might remain faithful.
            Shining and praying are what every Christian is called to do, and do it with every part of your being!  Whether therefore ye eat, or drink, or whatsoever ye do, do all to the glory of God.” (1 Corinthians 10:31; emphasis added)
            So, I encourage you dear sisters and fellow-lights, don’t let anything dirty up your glass and just keep shining in every part of your life—it speaks more than words ever could—and keep praying.  God will bless you for shining, even though it might not seem much.  We will never know how many people have been impacted by our shining until we get to eternity, and I assure you, it will be worth it!  So shine with all your might!

A Teenager's View Of Heaven

A Teenager’s View of Heaven

17-year-old Brian Moore had only a short time to write something for a class.  The subject was what Heaven was like.  “I wowed ‘em,” he later told his father, Bruce.  “It’s a killer.  It’s the bomb.  It’s the best thing I ever wrote…”  It also was the last.

Brian Moore died May 27th 1997, the day after Memorial Day.  He was driving home from a friend’s house when his car went off Bulen-Pierce Road in Pickaway County and struck a power pole.  He emerged from the wreck unharmed but stepped on a downed power line and was electrocuted.

The Moores framed a copy of Brian’s essay and hung it among the family portraits in the living room.  “I think God used him to make a point.  I think we were meant to find it and make something out of it.”  Mrs Moore said of the essay.  She and her husband want to share their son’s vision of life after death.  “I’m happy for Brian.  I know he’s in heaven.  I know I’ll see him.”

Brian’s Essay: The Room

In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room.  There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall covered with small index card files.  They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order.  But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling, and seemingly endless in either direction, had very different headings.  As I drew near the “Girls I have liked.”  I opened it and began flipping through the cards.  I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one.  And then, without being told, I knew exactly where I was.

This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalogue system for my life.  Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn’t match.  A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content…some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching.

A file named “Friends” was next to one marked “Friends I have betrayed”.  The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird “Books I have read”, “Lies I have told”, “Comfort I have given”, “Jokes I have laughed at”.  Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: “Things I’ve yelled at my brothers”.  Others I couldn’t laugh at:  “Things I have done in my anger”, “Things I have muttered under my breath at my parents”.  I never ceased to be surprised by the contents.

Often there were many more cards than I expected.  Sometimes fewer than I hoped.  I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived.  Could it be possible that I had the time in my years to fill each of these thousands or even millions of cards?  But each card confirmed this truth.  Each was written in my own handwriting.  Each signed with my signature.

When I pulled out the file marked “TV Shows I have watched”, I realized the files grew to contain their contents.  The cards were packed tightly and yet after two or three yards, I hadn’t found the end of the file.  I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of shows, but more by the vast time I knew that that file represented.

When I came to a file marked “Lustful Thoughts”, I felt a chill run through my body.  I pulled the file out only and inch, not willing to test its size and drew out a card.  I shuddered at its detail content.

I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded.  An almost animal rage broke on me.  One thought dominated my mind: No one must ever see these cards!  No one must ever see this room!  I had to destroy them!  In insane frenzy, I yanked the file out.  Its size didn’t matter now.  I had to empty it and burn the cards.  But as I took it and one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card.  I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it.

Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot.  Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh.

And then I saw it.  The title bore “People I have shared the Gospel with.”  The handle was brighter than those around it, seemed newer and almost unused.  I pulled on its handle and a small box, not more than three inches long, feel into my hands.  I could count the cards it contained on one hand.

And then the tears came.  I began to weep.  Sobs so deep that they hurt.  They started in my stomach and shook through me.  I fell on my knees and cried.  I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all.  The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes.  No one must ever, ever know of this room.  I must lock it up and hide the key.  But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him.

No, please not Him.  Not here.  Oh, anyone but Jesus.  I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards.  I couldn’t bear to watch His response.  And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own.

He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes.  Why did He have to read every one?  Finally, He turned and looked at me from across the room.  He looked at me with pity in His eyes.  But this was a pity that didn’t anger me.  I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again.  He walked over and put His arm around me.  He could have said so many things.  But He didn’t say a word.  He just cried with me.

Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files.  Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sin His name over mind on each card.  “No!”  I shouted, rushing to Him.  All I could find to say was “No, no!” as I pulled the card from Him.  His name shouldn’t be on these cards.  But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so alive.  The name of Jesus covered mine.  It was written with His blood.  He gently took the card back.  He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards.  I don’t think I’ll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walked back to my side.

He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, “It is finished.”  I stood up, and He led me out of the room.  There was no lock on its door.  There were still cards to be written.

“I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me.”  Philippians 4:13   “For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth on him should not perish but have everlasting life.” John 3:16

My “Peace I shared the Gospel with” file just got bigger, how about yours?

Matthew's Baptism

On the 15th of January, my younger brother, Matthew got baptised.  Praise the Lord!!!

A Passion for Jesus

I have just come home from a most amazing week.  
Last week, "A Passion for Jesus" ministries, run by Laurie Jalbert, came to Melbourne and ran a conference.  To say that it was challenging is very mildly put.  The Lord showed me some amazing things that I didn't realize I had my life.  God is so good to show me these things now while they can be changed before it gets too late.!!!!