My Sermon

My Sermon

If I could preach one sermon in my life, I would want it to be this one, based on 1 Corinthians, chapter 12, verses 12 through 31.  This is in St. Paul’s first letter to the Cornithians, about how to conduct themselves as believers in Christ.

We are one body in Christ, with many parts.  We all have gifts and talents that we need to use in service to others.  Find what your gifts are, find your talents.  And do not hide your light under a bushel, NO.  Let your light shine.  Be not afraid.  Your gifts and talents are not meant for you to hoard them all to yourself.  They are meant to share.  You never know who might need them each day.  You never know what word, act, or kindness will make a difference in any person you meet.

In the words of Susan Branch:

“Go.  Be.  Love.  The world needs you.”

Jesus is Enough.....

Jesus is Enough.....

I want to write you about Jesus,

and how much He can fill your heart,

especially if you feel abandoned,

lonely, or if you feel as though

you have nothing.

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I met Him personally,

through the Holy Spirit,

back in February 1978.

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There are certain people whom

you’ll come across in life who

just EXUDE Jesus love.

~

Lester Sumrall, an evangelist,

was one of those people.

I was watching his Saturday morning

program, and I can’t recall all his words now,

but it was such a sincere message.

It was a gentle voice, of how much love

Jesus has for me (and you).

~

I was a young adult then, living at home

on the farm, between college and a job.

I was really doing some soul searching.

I was sincerely seeking meaning to my life,

and a direction. I felt the Holy Spirit

tugging on my life, all my life it seems,

but I really needed to know Jesus existed.

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Well, He showed up!

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After watching the program, I took my

camera and went for a walk on our farm.

I knew every inch of that place.

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It was cold, it was February. There was

plenty of snow on the ground, but it was

sunny and beautiful.

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I walked to one of my favorite places,

the fallen down log cabin where my

dad grew up. There was a shed still

standing there, where I went often

to sit and listen to the birds, and watch the

squirrels in run and play. There were

plenty of black walnut trees there, so

there was always an abundance of nuts

for the squirrels.

~

I went there, to my special place.

I prayed. I prayed for God to show me

that He really does live and exist.

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He Came.

 I heard His voice in my head,

telling me He loves me. And Jesus loves me.

There was a rainbow around the sun that day.

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It was beautiful.

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My life was never the same since then.

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The black and white photo at the top is a picture I took close to that

moment where God spoke to me,

at my Special Place.
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From then on, I knew God would never

abandon me. I KNOW He lives. There

is no question. And I know He takes care

of us, no matter where we are or what

circumstance we’re in.

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That’s how I know Jesus is Enough.

Christmas is a celebration of His birth.

It’s great to give and get presents at

Christmas.

There’s nothing wrong with

that, I think, as long as everything is

kept in perspective.

~

When you strip it all down to why we

even have Christmas at all, you too will know

that Jesus is Enough.

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Do you have Jesus in your Heart?

Do you know He still lives?

Do you feel Him tugging on your Heart?

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He is there. Keep looking, you will

find Him. Keep seeking, keep asking,

Keep Praying. He will show up.

~

Christmas Blessings to You All!

XXOO, BB

Painting of my Special Place

It was on a day like this......

I had lunch with Mary Jane today, on the front porch.......

....and I couldn't help thinking about what happened on a day like this, ten years ago.......

I'd just finished the two blocks below in my "Women's Voices" quilt (a civil war era quilt).  This block is called the "tombstone" block.  Women used this block to commemorate their loved ones in quilts.

I used my blocks to commemorate those who died that day.

It's my permanent reminder of marking that day, for me, in my quilting history and world event.  It is my very best quilt.  It's been looked at by judges and I was told the hand quilting is "exquisite."

So, I'm marking this day- September 9th, 2011 (two days early for the actual anniversary), with my lunch with Mary Jane, on the porch, with the flag flying, in the beautiful air and light.  And saying a prayer of blessing for those left behind, and a prayer for those who've passed from this world.

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Dottie Rose always told me "Roses are for Rememberance."

Here are roses for you and in rememberance of those we have loved and lost.