Lord i need you, Every hour..

 

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Now that same day two of them were going to a village called Emmaus, about seven miles from Jerusalem.  As they talked and discussed these things with each other, Jesus himself came up and walked along with them; but they were kept from recognizing him.
But they urged him strongly, “Stay with us, for it is nearly evening; the day is almost over.” So he went in to stay with them. When he was at the table with them, he took bread, gave thanks, broke it and began to give it to them. Then their eyes were opened and they recognized him, and he disappeared from their sight.
Luke 24:13,14,29,30

*The two disciples reached the dead end of their life journey. They were discouraged, tensed, lost all hopes in their life.

Jesus knew they were discouraged. He could have sent another disciple to them..He could have sent atleast one angel to them...He could have sent a letter or a note of encouragement..

Jesus didnt do any of the above, He walked Himself beside them, talking...
Why?
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Even though I walk through the darkest valley, I will fear no evil, for you are with me.
Psalms 23:4(a)

 
When the road seems to be difficult, Jesus walks with you.
When the questions seems to be difficult , Jesus talks to you.
When the hearts seems to be weary, Jesus refreshes you.
The two disciples may watched Him from distance, during His arrest, trial, death on the cross....

But now the ressurrected Jesus walked with them very close....7 miles.....

 
Are you the one walking from Jerusalem to Emmaus.??. To a long distance.....
Through these words you are reading,May Jesus speak  to you.....

 
Tell Jesus ...Abide with me.... And He will prepare a table before your enemy...
Run back to Jerusalem.. Be a witness of Jesus . 
Jesus loves you.....

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He was born in an obscure village,
The child of a peasant woman.
He grew up in still another village,
Where he worked in a carpenter shop
Until he was thirty.
Then for three years
He was an itinerant preacher.
He never wrote a book.
He never held an office.
He never had a family or owned a house.
He didn’t go to college.
He never visited a big city.
He never traveled two hundred miles
From the place where he was born.
He did none of the things
One usually associates with greatness.
He had no credentials but himself.
He was only thirty-three
When the tide of public opinion turned against him.
His friends ran away.
He was turned over to his enemies.
And went through the mockery of a trial.
He was nailed to a cross
Between two thieves.
While he was dying,
His executioners gambled for his clothing,
The only property he had on Earth.
When he was dead,
He was laid in a borrowed grave
Through the pity of a friend.
Twenty centuries have come and gone,
And today he is the central figure
Of the human race,
And the leader of mankind’s progress.
All the armies that ever marched,
All the navies that ever sailed,
All the parliament that ever sat,
All the kings that ever reigned,
Put together have not affected
The life of man on Earth
As much as that
One Solitary Life.

*selected.... Arun Andrews

 

God's servant journeyed through the jungles of Africa, sharing the love of God .

There is no way to the next village in the dense forest. He asked the village tribal leader: “Could you send a guide to the next village with me?” The village tribal leader agreed.

With an axe, the guide walked along the road ahead clearing the way: Cutting away the vines and bushes which were full of thorns.

A very arduous journey.

After quite some time, God's servant asked the guide:

“I've been following you for a long time. Which is the way to the destination?”

The guide said “As far as you are concerned, I am your way” 

“Follow me.”

The servant of God is once again asked a question

“What's the evidence?”

"These wounds." 

The servant of God stared at the wounds on the guide's body without blinking.

He's my way...

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You know the way to the place where I am going.” Thomas said to him, “Lord, we don’t know where you are going, so how can we know the way?” Jesus answered, “I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father, except through me. John 14:4-6

Yes: Jesus is the only way.

What's the evidence?

Look at the nail marks on Jesus' hands and feet.

We can also say...

O my Lord!

Oh, my God!

 

ആഫ്രിക്കൻ കാടുകളിലൂടെ ദൈവഭൃത്യൻ ദൈവത്തിൻ്റെ സ്നേഹം പങ്കുവെച്ചു കൊണ്ട് സഞ്ചരിച്ചു .

കൊടുംവനത്തിലുള്ളിൽ ഇനിയുള്ള ഗ്രാമത്തിലേക്ക് വഴിയില്ല. ഗ്രാമത്തലവനോട് അദ്ദേഹം ചോദിച്ചു .അടുത്ത ഗ്രാമത്തിലേക്ക് ഒരു വഴികാട്ടിയെ അയയ്ക്കാമോ? ഗ്രാമമുഖ്യൻ സമ്മതിച്ചു.

ഒരു കോടാലിയുമായി ഗൈഡ് മുമ്പേ വഴി വെട്ടി തെളിച്ചു കൊണ്ട് നടന്നു. വള്ളിച്ചെടികൾ, മുള്ളുകൾ നിറഞ്ഞ കുറ്റിച്ചെടികൾ വെട്ടി മാറ്റിക്കൊണ്ടിരുന്നു.

വളരെയധികം പ്രയാസമുള്ള ഒരു യാത്ര.

കുറെ കഴിഞ്ഞപ്പോൾ ദൈവഭൃത്യൻ വഴികാട്ടിയോട് ചോദിച്ചു.

വളരെ സമയമായി ഞാൻ നിങ്ങളെ അനുഗമിക്കുന്നു .ഏതാണ് ലക്ഷ്യസ്ഥാനത്തേക്കുള്ള വഴി ?

ഗൈഡ് പറഞ്ഞു 'നിങ്ങളെ സംബന്ധിച്ചടത്തോളം ഞാനാണ് നിങ്ങളുടെ വഴി' 

എന്നെ അനുഗമിക്കുക .

ദൈവദൃത്യൻ വീണ്ടും ഒരു ചോദ്യം

എന്താണ് തെളിവു്?

" ഈ മുറിപ്പാടുകൾ "  

ദൈവഭൃത്യൻ വഴികാട്ടിയുടെ ശരീരത്തിലെ മുറിവുകളിലേക്ക് ഇമവെട്ടാതെ നോക്കി .

ഇദ്ദേഹം തന്നെ എൻ്റെ വഴി...

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ഞാൻ പോകുന്ന ഇടത്തേക്കുള്ള വഴി നിങ്ങൾ അറിയുന്നു.  തോമാസ് അവനോട്: കർത്താവേ, നീ എവിടെ പോകുന്നു എന്ന് ഞങ്ങൾ അറിയുന്നില്ല; പിന്നെ വഴി എങ്ങനെ അറിയും എന്നു പറഞ്ഞു. യേശു അവനോട്: ഞാൻതന്നെ വഴിയും സത്യവും ജീവനും ആകുന്നു; ഞാൻ മുഖാന്തരമല്ലാതെ ആരും പിതാവിന്റെ അടുക്കൽ എത്തുന്നില്ല. യോഹന്നാൻ 14:4-6

അതെ: യേശു മാത്രം ഏക വഴി.

എന്താ തെളിവു്?

യേശുവിൻ്റെ കരങ്ങളിലേയും കാലുകളിലേയും ആണിപ്പാടുകളിലേക്ക് നോക്കുക.

നമുക്കും പറയാം...

എൻ്റെ കർത്താവേ!

എൻ്റെ ദൈവമേ!

 

Samuel Logan brengle blessed many through his writings.
How he began his writing ministry?

As a young newly married man he was sent to slums of Boston to share God's love. The place was dangerous. One night he was returning home after ministry a drunken man threw a brick. it hit his head and heavily injured him.

Brengle stayed in hospital for six weeks. Returning home he was unable to resume his schedule for a further period of eighteen months.
During this time he began writing in a magazine  named war cry. Later the articles are printed as a book named 'Helps to holiness ".it was translated to a dozen different languages and sold record number of copies.

 
For the rest of his life wherever he went people thanked for him for the writings. His response always was " Well if there had been no little brick, there would have been no little book"!!

One day brengle went back to his home and asked his wife about the brick that had almost killed him.

She handed him the brick.. She had written the words of Genesis 50:20  on that brick.
"As for you, you meant it for evil ;but God meant it for good to keep much people alive"..

 
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Now let us thank God for all the bricks in our life.... Remember God's Word..
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And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love Him, who have been called according to His purpose. Romans 8:28

Thank You Lord Jesus.....

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I come  before You today

And there's just one thing that I want to say

Thank you, Lord

Thank you, Lord

For all You've given to me

For all the blessings that I cannot see

Thank you, Lord

Thank you, Lord

With a grateful heart

With a song of praise

With an outstretched arm

I will bless Your name

FATHER OF COMPASSION AND GOD OF ALL COMFORT

 

            Soon afterward, Jesus went to a town called Nain, and his disciples and a large crowd went along with him. As he approached the town gate, a dead person was being carried out--the only son of his mother, and she was a widow. And a large crowd from the town was with her. When the Lord saw her, his heart went out to her and he said, "Don't cry." Then he went up and touched the coffin, and those carrying it stood still. He said, "Young man, I say to you, get up!" The dead man sat up and began to talk, and Jesus gave him back to his mother. Luke 7:11-15

Two deaths had shattered her life. First was her husband’s. Now it’s her only son’s.

An empty house… loneliness…They reached the town gate. Just a few steps to the burial place. Those who mourn and those who play the pipes and the relatives, are all there. But there is none that could comfort her with words.

There comes another crowd towards them.

That was none other than Jesus of Nazareth and his disciples!!! She didn’t fall at His feet. There weren’t even words of great faith. 

Just two words to the widow… CRY NOT.

And to the dead man just eight words… YOUNG MAN, I SAY TO YOU, GET UP…

A never drying fountain of mercy and grace…The river of compassion is overflowing its banks… Streams of comfort flowed into her shattered heart….

Here are the mother and her son going happily to their home.

Mourning turned into dancing

Sack cloth was taken off and happiness was put on

While weeping endured for a night in that house, joy has come in the morning…

Now, can’t you put even one step forward?

No more hopes… All grown faint?

Is your life a valley of tears?

Open your eyes of faith and behold Jesus, once…

That’s all!!

Let the streams of grace overflow!

Courtesy: incredible moments with Saviour.. 

 

മനസ്സലിവുള്ള പിതാവും സർവാശ്വാസവും നല്കുന്ന ദൈവം..

 

പിറ്റന്നാൾ അവൻ നയിൻ എന്ന പട്ടണത്തിലേക്ക് പോകുമ്പോൾ അവന്റെ ശിഷ്യന്മാരും വളരെ പുരുഷാരവും കൂടെ പോയി. അവൻ പട്ടണത്തിന്റെ വാതിലിനോട് അടുത്തപ്പോൾ മരിച്ചുപോയ ഒരുത്തനെ പുറത്തു കൊണ്ടുവരുന്നു; അവൻ അമ്മയ്ക്ക് ഏകജാതനായ മകൻ; അവളോ വിധവയായിരുന്നു. പട്ടണത്തിലെ ഒരു വലിയ പുരുഷാരവും അവളോടുകൂടെ ഉണ്ടായിരുന്നു. അവളെ കണ്ടിട്ടു കർത്താവ് മനസ്സലിഞ്ഞ് അവളോട്: കരയേണ്ടാ എന്നു പറഞ്ഞു; അവൻ അടുത്തു ചെന്നു മഞ്ചം തൊട്ടു ചുമക്കുന്നവർ നിന്നു. ബാല്യക്കാരാ, എഴുന്നേല്ക്ക എന്ന് ഞാൻ നിന്നോടു പറയുന്നു എന്ന് അവൻ പറഞ്ഞു.  മരിച്ചവൻ എഴുന്നേറ്റ് ഇരുന്നു സംസാരിക്കുവാൻ തുടങ്ങി; അവൻ അവനെ അമ്മയ്ക്ക് ഏല്പിച്ചുകൊടുത്തു. ‭‭ലൂക്കൊസ് 7:11-15 

രണ്ടു മരണങ്ങൾ അവളുടെ ജീവിതം തകർത്തു. ഒന്ന് അവളുടെ ഭർത്താവ് ഇപ്പോൾ ഇത് അവളുടെ ഒരേ ഒരു മകൻ.

ശൂന്യമായ ഒരു വീട്... ഏകാന്തത... പട്ടണവാതിലോട് അവർ അടുത്തു. സെമിത്തേരിയിലേക്ക് ഏതാനും ചുവടുകൾ മാത്രം. വിലാപക്കാരും കുഴലൂതുന്നവരും ബന്ധുക്കളും എല്ലാവരുമുണ്ട്. പക്ഷേ അവളെ ആശ്വസിപ്പിക്കുവാൻ ആർക്കും വാക്കുകളില്ല...

അതാ മറ്റൊരു ആൾക്കൂട്ടം എതിരെ വരുന്നു.

അത് മറ്റാരുമല്ല നസറായനായ യേശുവും ശിഷ്യൻമാരും !!!

അവൾ അവൻ്റെ കാൽക്കൽ വീണില്ല. വലിയ വിശ്വാസത്തിൻ്റെ വാക്കുകൾ പറഞ്ഞില്ല.

വിധവയോട് ഒരു വാക്ക്.. കരയേണ്ടാ.

മരിച്ചവനോട് ആറു വാക്കുകൾ...ബാല്യക്കാരാ, എഴുന്നേല്ക്ക എന്ന് ഞാൻ നിന്നോടു പറയുന്നു...

കരുണയുടേയും കൃപയുടേയും വറ്റാത്ത നീരുറവ.. മനസ്സലിവിൻ്റെ നദി കരകവിഞ്ഞൊഴുകുകയാണ്'... തകർന്ന അവളുടെ ഹൃദയത്തിലേക്ക് ആശ്വാസത്തിൻ്റെ നീർച്ചാലുകൾ....

ഇതാ അമ്മയും മകനും സന്തോഷത്തോടെ ഭവനത്തിലേക്ക്....

വിലാപം നൃത്തമായി

രട്ട് മാറി സന്തോഷം ധരിച്ചു

സന്ധ്യയിങ്കൽ ആ വീട്ടിൽ കരച്ചിൽ വന്നു രാപാർത്തെങ്കിൽ ഉഷസ്സിൽ ആനന്ദഘോഷം വന്നിരിക്കുന്നു ..

ഇനി മുൻപോട്ട് ഇരു ചുവട് പോലും വെക്കാൻ കഴിയുന്നില്ലേ?

ഇനി പ്രതീക്ഷകളില്ല.. എല്ലാം അസ്തമിച്ചുവോ?

ജീവിതം കണ്ണീർ താഴ്വര യോ?

വിശ്വാസ കണ്ണുകൾ തുറന്ന് യേശുവിനെ ഒന്ന് നോക്കുക.....

അത്ര മാത്രം !!

കൃപയുടെ നീർച്ചാലുകൾ കവിഞ്ഞൊഴുകട്ടെ!

കടപ്പാട്: .. കെൻ ഗെർ

Have Thine own way Lord

* A hymn that talks about our being the clay and God the potter is "Have Thine Own Way, Lord" 

The text was written by Adelaide Addison Pollard, who was born Nov. 27, 1862, into the Presbyterian family of James and Rebecca Pollard. After attending the Denmark Academy , she taught in several girls’ schools.  she was a talented writer of both prose and poetry and produced many religious articles and hymns.

   Miss Pollard’s main interest was sharing God's love. Throughout her life, her frail body was plagued with weakness caused by diabetes, but she travelled all over the United States and spoke to numerous groups about Bible teaching. 

In 1902, at the age of forty and still single she made plans to go to Africa as a missionary teacher under the leadership of a man named Sanford. When she was on the verge of preparing to sail, at the last minute her funding failed and she was forced to cancel her trip.

 The discouraged woman attended a prayer meeting and while sitting quietly heard someone make the following statement: "It’s all right, Lord! It doesn’t matter what you bring into our lives. Just have your own way with us." Thinking about these words on her way home, she put the hymn on paper before retiring that night.

After failing to go to Africa, Adelaide taught for several years in a missionary training school at Nyack-on-the-Hudson, NY. However, when she was nearly sixty, she did make a short trip to Africa just prior to World War I, but with the outbreak of hostilities she was sent to work in England and Scotalnd.

  After the war, she returned to America and resumed her speaking tours, despite failing health. On Dec. 20, 1934, at the age of 72, she became ill while waiting to board a train in New York City, NY, to go to a speaking engagement in Philadelphia, PA, and died soon afterward that same day. Her body was buried at Ft. Madison in her native state of Iowa, not far from her hometown.

Too many people spend their whole lives pursuing their own goals and doing what they want to do rather than taking time to seek what God would have them do. But the Christian’s life must be one of complete submission to the will of God. And this attitude is well exemplified by the plea, "Have Thine Own Way, Lord."

The song suggests the way to develop the characteristic of submission to God. 

But now, O LORD, you are our Father; we are the clay, and you are our potter; we are all the work of your hand.   Isaiah 64:8

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Have Thine own way Lord
Have Thine own way
Thou art the potter I am the clay
Mold me and make me after Thy will
While I am waiting yielded and still

Have Thine own way Lord
Have Thine own way
Search me and try me Master today
Whiter than snow Lord wash me just now
As in Thy presence humbly I bow

Have Thine own way Lord
Have Thine own way
Hold over my being absolute sway
Filled with Thy spirit till all can see
Christ only always living in me

നിന്നിഷ്ടം ദേവാ! ആയിടട്ടെ
ഞാനോ മൺപാത്രം നിൻകരത്തിൽ
നിൻപാദത്തിൽ ഞാൻ കാത്തിരിക്കും
നിന്നിഷ്ടംപോൽ നീ മാറ്റുകെന്നെ

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*THE SILENCED BELL

The poem, ‘Curfew Must not Ring Tonight’ by Rose Hartwick Thorpe written in 1867 is based on an incident during the reign of Oliver Cromwell (1599-1658) 

 It describes the deep love of Bessie, a young and beautiful girl, with the young soldier, Basil Underwood. The soldier was charged with a crime and imprisoned. He was tried, found guilty and condemned to be shot dead at the moment when the bell rings to signal the evening curfew.

The executioners were waiting to hear the curfew bell to carry out the execution. Exactly at the prescribed moment, the bell-ringer grabbed the large rope and pulled it with full force to sound the huge bell. The bell moved but there was no sound. He pulled several times but the bell was silent. Cromwell sent soldiers to investigate why the bell did not sound.

 They found that Bessie, the soldier’s fiancée had climbed to the top of the bell tower and tied herself to the huge clapper hanging in the heavy bell to prevent its striking against the bell. She was knocked back and forth and smashed between the bell and the clapper with every pull of the rope. Her head, hands and ribs were crushed. 

She was produced before Cromwell with a bruised and bleeding body. Cromwell was deeply impressed by her willingness to suffer for love. He appreciated her heroic and courageous action and immediately pardoned the prisoner. He said to the lady, “Your lover shall live because of your sacrifice. Curfew shall not ring tonight.”.. 

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 Who will separate us from the love of Christ? Will tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or sword? Just as it is written,“For Your sake we are being put to death all day long;We were considered as sheep to be slaughtered.” But in all these things we overwhelmingly conquer through Him who loved us. For I am convinced that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor things present, nor things to come, nor powers, nor height, nor depth, nor any other created thing, will be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.

Romans‬ 8:35-39

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The Lord is my shepherd,I shall not want.Surely goodness and lovingkindness will follow me all the days of my life,And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever. Psalms 23:1, 6

Beside me... My Shepherd

Beneath me.. Green pastures

Near me......   Still Waters

Ahead of me.. Righteous Paths

Within me.... Restored spirit

For  me........ His rod and Staff

Around me... Table land

Upon me.....   Anointing Oil

Above me.. Overflowing Blessings

Behind me.. Goodness and Mercy

Before me... My Father's House

Blessed day with our Good Shepherd Jesus Christ. 

 

 

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And Jesus went with him; and a great multitude followed him and thronged him. And a certain woman, who had an issue of blood twelve years and had suffered many things of many physicians and had spent all that she had and was nothing bettered, but rather grew worse;Mark‬ ‭5:24‭-‬26‬ ‭

*She was a bruised reed. 

Suffering for 12  years

.spent all money she had..

getting worse.

 
Not allowed to enter the  synagogue..

 
Physically exhausted. 

Socially out from society.

 
'instead of getting better she grew worse'

But Jesus was surrounded by people...

 
"If I can touch His clothes... " I will be healed.
Risky decision. She may be rebuked by people.

 
You may have nothing to give Jesus., only hurts and pain. Just offer Him your hurts, pains and tears.

 
Just take a step of faith. A touch ..

 
When the garment of Jesus' is touched- whether by the hand of a broken hearted woman in Galilee or by the prayers of any one in the world... Jesus stops and responds...

This is your time.... Touch Him by faith.. Right now....

*Max Lucado