Matthew 9:37-38 NIV
[37] Then he said to his disciples, “The harvest is plentiful but the workers are few. [38] Ask the Lord of the harvest, therefore, to send out workers into his harvest field.”
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@JJNHLNFLetc@BoCamaro God’s throne is built on righteousness and justice. Just as a judge can’t simply wave off a violent crime, God cannot ignore sin. Justice requires payment/some penalty—either by the sinner or a substitute. Enter Jesus Christ.
So I watched "The Passion of the Christ" last night. And I am on my back deck tonight thinking.
Think about this.
In the movie, they have beaten him to near death and when they first take him to his cross, Jesus clings to it, and the thief chastised him for embracing his own cross. Mocking him for doing so.
Then Christ gave all he had to carry that cross which weighed as much as him.. They beat him while he did. It came to the point that his physical body couldn't carry it any longer, so a man was ordered to carry it with him. Yet Christ still clung to the cross.
Do you know why?
Because he knew at the other end of that short journey was OUR freedom. Not his.... OURS..... with every single step, with every drop of blood, with every single tear, he knew he was one moment closer to being at the right hand of the Father and his mission complete to free us all.
The man embraced the cross. Begged God to forgive the men nailing him to it. Begged God to forgive those that had beaten him with whips and canes and hammered a crown of thorns on his head.
He embraced it all.... for US......
And now, when times get hard and life gets even slightly uncomfortable, we claim that "God isn't listening and won't take my burden" as if we even know what a real burden is...
How many times would we cling to the proverbial cross for another and suffer as he did to free them from the pain? Would we ever do it at all? Maybe for our own child? Maybe?
As you lay down tonight, pray a prayer of thanks. Not for the normal things. Not tonight. Tonight, pray a special prayer of thanks that he held on to that cross and carried it as far as his mortal body would allow... because that took more dedication than any of us could give for anyone.
By the time you wake up in the morning, he will have risen, 2000 years ago. He will have beat death. 2000 years ago, all the sin you and I will ever commit was paid for because he clung to that cross like it was a lifeline.... not for him... But for you and me.
I wanna buy churches like this that are shutting down across England.
So if you know a church that's for sale and potentially closing down, let me know. I wanna buy a church.
I don't care if it's got planning permission to return to flats redeveloped. I don't care.
I wanna buy it. I don't care how profitable the conversion will be.
If it was built as a church, I believe it needs to stay as a church.
I want to save churches like this one from being shut down and sold off to developers all across the UK.
I love making profit in property, but when someone's being built as a church to honour Jesus Christ, that's a no no.
There's revival coming in England and we need to keep our churches open. Ready for what’s to come.
Is this a good idea you would support?
Psalms 143:8 NIV
[8] Let the morning bring me word of your unfailing love, for I have put my trust in you. Show me the way I should go, for to you I entrust my life.
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He was DEFEATED ELEVEN TIMES.
Attacked. Threatened with DEATH. Nearly blind.
Addicted to opium just to function. They told him to stop. He spent forty-six years refusing.
His name was William Wilberforce. Born in Hull, 1759.
He could have lived a comfortable life. Wealthy family. Safe seat in Parliament.
Instead he chose to destroy the most powerful economic system in the British Empire.
The slave trade.
He didn't fight alone. Thomas Clarkson rode 35,000 miles gathering evidence.
Olaudah Equiano, man who had been enslaved himself, gave testimony that no politician could ignore.
Wilberforce took their evidence to Parliament.
They voted no. He came back. They voted no. He came back. Lost by eight votes.
MPs deliberately stayed away so they wouldn't have to choose a side.
He came back. Again. And again. And again.
By now his eyesight was nearly gone. His body was breaking. He'd been on opium since he was 29.
Twenty years after he started, they voted again.
283 to 16.
The slave trade was abolished.
But he wasn't finished. Slavery itself was still legal. He fought for another twenty-six years.
In July 1833, lying in bed, barely able to move, he received word. Parliament had voted. Slavery was abolished across the entire British Empire.
Three days later, William Wilberforce died.
He held on just long enough.
They buried him in Westminster Abbey.
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