Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Behold the Lamb

"Mary had a little lamb; its fleece was white as snow."

Long ago and far away, another Mary had a little lamb. His fleece was white as snow. In fact, he was God's perfect lamb - sinless, faultless, blameless, and pure. His beginning was not at Bethlehem. On creation morning, the Lamb was there. He enjoyed the real splendor of heaven. However, love constrained Him to come to this sin-cursed earth in human form.

Through the miracle of the virgin birth He entered the human race. His mother, Mary, presented Him to the ages from a stable in Bethlehem. One day thirty years later the roads were full of Jews with their Passover lambs going up to the temple in Jeruselem.

The great John the Baptist cried out "Behold the Lamb of God that taketh away the sins of the world." He was speaking of Jesus, God's lamb.

Three years later, approximately 3,000 people stood on Mt. Calvary to watch the execution of three men. Two were convicted felons; the other - the Lamb.

In ancient Israel, the priest sprinkled the blood of the lamb on the annual Day of Atonement. Calvary was God's great Day of Atonement. On that day the people cried, "His blood be on us and our children." After six hours He bowed His head and expired with the words "It is finished". Because of the work of the Lamb we can go to heaven.

Enjoy the presents, remember the Lamb.

Please know how thankful I am for each of you!

See you Sunday!

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Happy Thanksgiving!

We've all read the story of Ed Spencer who jumped into the icy waters of Lake Michigan to save seventeen people when the ship "Lady Elgin" sank. After he brought seventeen people to shore he collapsed. Throughout the night he lay in the infirmary. Witnesses said he kept mumbling "Have I done my best?" Edwin Young heard of it and wrote that immortal hymn "Have I done My Best for Jesus?". As Paul Harvey says,"Now the rest of the story".

Ed Spencer gradually recovered from his exposure and exertion. However, it broke his health, from which he never recovered. He moved to California where he spent the rest of his life in seclusion. When he died at the age of 84, a paper told the story and stated that not one of the seventeen he had saved ever thanked him for what he had done.

Oh! How that story should convict us. I read one time that an ungrateful man is like a hog under a tree eating acorns but never looking up to see where they came from. Each day we are the recipients of God's favor and His blessings. Psalm 68:19 tells us that "God daily loadeth us with His benefits".

Please know how thankful I am for each of you. I appreciate your kindness toward myself and my family. Each of you are a true blessing. Have a wonderful Thanksgiving. Enjoy the food, festivities and family. Remember where it all has come from and thank Him for it. God bless you dear and wonderful people. I love you dearly!

See you Sunday!