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Thursday, September 28, 2017

Healing at the Gate Called Beautiful

Like the lame man

At the gate called Beautiful

I too, have been raised up by Christ Jesus the Nazarene

Unlike the lame man

My healing was not physical

Instead it was far greater, a healing of my soul

I went from being spiritually dead, dead to God

Dead in my trespasses and sins

Unable to even look upon or respond to Him of my own accord

He raised me up and forgave my sins

Now I am alive to God

May I praise and glorify God for His marvelous work

With feet and ankles made strong by the LORD

May I walk just as I was raised

By the power of Christ

May those who recognize me

As the woman dead in her sins at the gate called Beautiful

Be amazement at what Christ can do

By Susan Wachtel

September 28, 2017

For those of us who have family and friends who don’t yet know the LORD, persevere in prayer for their salvation.

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My Colors Will Be Clear

I am a part of the fellowship of the unashamed. I have Holy Spirit power. The die has been cast. I have stepped over the line. The decision has been made. I'm a disciple of His. I won't look back, let up, slow down, back away, or be still.

My past is redeemed, my present makes sense, my future is secure. I'm finished and done with low living, sight seeing, smooth knees, color-less dreams, tamed visions, mundane talking, "chinchy" giving and dwarfed goals.

I no longer need position, promotions, or popularity. I don't have to be right, first, tops, recognized, praised, regarded or rewarded. I now live by presence, learn by faith, walk by patience, lift by prayer, and labor by power.

My face is set, my gait is fast, my destination is heaven, my road is narrow, my way is rough, my companions few. My Guide reliable, my mission clear. I cannot be bought, compromised, detoured, lured away, turned back, deluded or delayed. I will not flinch in the face of sacrifice, hesitate in the presence of adversity, negotiate at the table of the enemy, ponder at the pool of popularity.

I won't give up, shut up, let up, until I have stayed up, stored up, prayed up, paid up, and preached up for the cause of the One that gave me life, drew the line in blood for me in the hour of my destiny.

I am one of Christ's remnant people. I belong to Him and none other. All I do to bring this life to another is done because of that blood covenant poured out for me.

I must go till He comes, give till I drop, preach till all know, and work till He stops me. I must share will all that one more might hear and be drawn from the flaming darkness that longs to consume. Reach for another, touch but one more!

Until that moment...He will have no problem in recognizing me- my colors will be clear!!!

Not only are the words inspiring but so is the man behind them. The above letter was written by a Pastor in Africa who was undergoing severe persecution. On the eve of his execution he sat down and wrote the above note.

Thursday, September 28, 2017

Healing at the Gate Called Beautiful

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