• Sts. Joseph of Arimathea and Nicodemus

    St. Joseph of Arimathea and Nicodemus were very prominent Jews and were members of the supreme Jewish Council called Sanhedrin.

    Mathew called Joseph as a rich man and Luke called him as a good and upright man. Even though Joseph was a very important Jewish leader, he believed in the coming kingdom of God and started believing that Jesus might be the Messiah. Luke calls him a good and upright man. After the death of Jesus on the cross at Golgotha, Joseph courageously met Pilate, the Procurator of Judea, in person and asked him the body of Jesus. Pilate also ordered to handover the body of Jesus to Joseph, after confirming from the guards that Jesus died on the cross. Joseph then wrapped the body of Jesus with 100 pounds of myrrh and aloes brought by Nicodemus, in fine linen and buried in a cave tomb hewn for him. Nicodemus helped Joseph in all these activities and he only brought the myrrh and aloes to anoint Jesus. Joseph and Nicodemus have given an honorable burial to Jesus following the Jewish burial procedure. Nicodemus was a secret disciple of Jesus and he came to Jesus one night to listen to His teachings and praised Jesus Rabbi, we know that you are a teacher come from God; for no man can do these miracles you have done (John 3: 2). When the Chief priest sent guards to arrest Jesus, they did not brought Jesus. When the Chief Priests and the Pharisees condemned the officers who have said no one talked like Him (Jesus), they cursed them. But Nicodemus told them whether our laws judge anyone before hearing what had happened (John\-7:45\-51). Nicodemus made this comment naturally in support of Jesus.

    St. Joseph of Arimathea is the patron saint of Funeral Directors and Pallbearers.
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    Sts. Joseph of Arimathea and Nicodemus St. Joseph of Arimathea and Nicodemus were very prominent Jews and were members of the supreme Jewish Council called Sanhedrin. Mathew called Joseph as a rich man and Luke called him as a good and upright man. Even though Joseph was a very important Jewish leader, he believed in the coming kingdom of God and started believing that Jesus might be the Messiah. Luke calls him a good and upright man. After the death of Jesus on the cross at Golgotha, Joseph courageously met Pilate, the Procurator of Judea, in person and asked him the body of Jesus. Pilate also ordered to handover the body of Jesus to Joseph, after confirming from the guards that Jesus died on the cross. Joseph then wrapped the body of Jesus with 100 pounds of myrrh and aloes brought by Nicodemus, in fine linen and buried in a cave tomb hewn for him. Nicodemus helped Joseph in all these activities and he only brought the myrrh and aloes to anoint Jesus. Joseph and Nicodemus have given an honorable burial to Jesus following the Jewish burial procedure. Nicodemus was a secret disciple of Jesus and he came to Jesus one night to listen to His teachings and praised Jesus Rabbi, we know that you are a teacher come from God; for no man can do these miracles you have done (John 3: 2). When the Chief priest sent guards to arrest Jesus, they did not brought Jesus. When the Chief Priests and the Pharisees condemned the officers who have said no one talked like Him (Jesus), they cursed them. But Nicodemus told them whether our laws judge anyone before hearing what had happened (John\-7:45\-51). Nicodemus made this comment naturally in support of Jesus. St. Joseph of Arimathea is the patron saint of Funeral Directors and Pallbearers. #Catholic #trust #believers #followers #Jesus #support #help #courage #funeral #jesus #death #supreme #burial #secret #world #Christian
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  • SERMON TO KINGDOMS OF KINGS ON EARTH — WHAT SON IS SPEAKING THROUGH VISIONS — ABOUT KING OYO OF TORO DEAD AT 34 AND KING HARALD V OF NORWAY DEAD AT 89 — SAME WEEK — WHY KINGDOMS MUST FOLLOW THOSE ALIVE IN CHRIST SO THAT SOULS EVEN IF DEAD REMAIN OF LORD'S

    Preach for living ones — Green 7 lens — Spiritual advice — With scriptural support

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    TEXT: Ps 146:3-4 — Do not put your trust in princes, nor in son of man, in whom there is no help. His spirit departs, he returns to his earth; in that very day his plans perish.

    Dan 2:21 — He removes kings and raises up kings.

    Rom 14:8 — For if we live, we live to Lord; and if we die, we die to Lord. Therefore, whether we live or die, we are Lord's.

    1. SAD NEWS CONFIRMED — TWO THRONES EMPTY — ONE YOUNG, ONE OLD — SAME WEEK

    Son has shown me — Red 7 judgement first to house 1 Pet 4:17 — then to thrones — for Green 7 purification — Now fulfillment seen:

    King Oyo Nyimba Kabamba Iguru Rukidi IV of Toro Kingdom, Uganda — world's youngest monarch crowned at 3 years — died about 10pm August 27, 2026 aged 34 — ruled 31 years — Toro Prime Minister Calvin Armstrong Rwomiire Akiiki announced with profound sadness, heavy heart.

    King Harald V of Norway, Europe — died peacefully at Oslo University Hospital Rikshospitalet at 6:35 a.m. August 28, 2026 aged 89 — reigned since 1991 — 35 years — Europe's oldest living monarch — now succeeded by King Haakon — BBC confirmed "Norway's King Harald dies aged 89".

    Young Africa king 34 — Old Europe king 89 — Both removed same 48 hours — Job 12:23 — He makes nations great, and destroys them... He takes away understanding of chiefs...

    Why Son allowed both? To speak to ALL kingdoms — black and white — traditional and modern — Thrones are temporary.

    2. WHAT SON IS SPEAKING / SHOWN THROUGH VISIONS — WHY I SAID KINGDOMS MUST FOLLOW THOSE ALIVE

    Son showed Red 7 — massive sorrow on house to end massive glory Rom 8:18 — Gold pure Job 23:10 — Then shake thrones Heb 12:27 — Because some culture norms they worship not with alignment with sound doctrine — If not corrected, souls do not remain Lord's when dead — they rest in assembly of dead Prov 21:16.

    My word was: Should these kingdoms of kings on earth need to follow those alive so that their souls even if dead remain of Lord's.

    Spiritual meaning:

    Luke 9:60 — Jesus said: Let the dead bury their own dead, but you go and preach kingdom of God.
    Rev 1:18 — I am He who lives, and was dead, and behold, I am alive forevermore.

    Follow those alive = Follow Christ alive and those alive in Christ — not follow dead ancestors, dead kings, dead traditions, dead drums.

    John 11:25-26 — I am resurrection and life. He who believes in Me, though he may die, he shall live. And whoever lives and believes in Me shall never die.

    If kingdoms follow alive Christ now, then Rom 14:8 fulfilled — Whether live or die, you are Lord's — Soul remains Lord's even if body dies — 2 Cor 5:8 — absent from body, present with Lord.

    If follow dead culture, John 8:24 — If you do not believe that I am He, you will die in your sins — Soul does NOT remain Lord's.

    3. WHERE CULTURE NORMS OF THESE TWO KINGDOMS MISSED SOUND DOCTRINE

    A. Toro Kingdom culture:

    Worship of Nyalebe sacred drum as god — sounding drum to become king — Ex 20:3 — You shall have no other gods before Me — Acts 17:24 — God does not dwell in temples made with hands, nor in drums.
    Lion-skin crown treated as power object — Col 2:8 — Beware lest anyone cheat you through philosophy and empty deceit, according to tradition of men, and not according to Christ.
    Consulting Emisambwa, ancestors, mediums when king dies — turning drums upside down — Deut 18:11-12 — Or one who conjures spells, or a medium, or a spiritist, or one who calls up the dead. For all who do these things are abomination to LORD — Isa 8:19 — Should a people seek their God? Should they seek the dead on behalf of the living? — Lev 20:6 — I will set My face against the person who turns to mediums.

    This culture, if continues, makes heir Prince also miss Lord.

    B. Norway Kingdom culture — King Harald V era:

    Kingdom called Christian but now secular — Church blessing same-sex — Isa 5:20 — Woe to those who call evil good, and good evil — Rom 1:26-27 — exchange natural use for unnatural.
    Royal tolerance of scandals — 1 Cor 6:9-10 — Do not be deceived... neither fornicators... nor homosexuals... will inherit kingdom of God.
    Tradition of Lutheran state church as culture, not as Christ alive — 2 Tim 3:5 — Having form of godliness but denying its power.
    2 Tim 4:3-4 — Time will come when they will not endure sound doctrine, but according to their own desires... will turn their ears away from truth, and be turned aside to fables.

    King Harald V was loved for warmth and humility — King Charles tribute said "warmth and humility" — But warmth without truth cannot keep soul — Need Eph 4:15 — speaking truth in love.

    Both kingdoms — Toro traditional, Norway modern — both need return to sound doctrine.

    4. SPIRITUAL ADVICE — WHAT KINGDOMS MUST DO NOW SO SOULS REMAIN LORD'S EVEN IF DEAD

    Tit 2:1 — But as for you, speak things which are proper for sound doctrine.

    For Toro — Heir Prince to be enthroned:

    Let Christ be crowned first in Karuziika Palace — Matt 6:33 — Seek first kingdom of God and His righteousness. — Josh 24:15 — As for me and my house, we will serve LORD.
    Stop giving worship to objects — Drum, crown, stool are artifacts, not gods — John 4:24 — God is Spirit, and those who worship Him must worship in spirit and truth.
    Bury King Oyo with gospel — Not with calling dead spirits — 1 Thess 4:14 — For if we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so God will bring with Him those who sleep in Jesus. — Let funeral preach resurrection — so his soul, if he believed, remains Lord's — Rom 14:8.
    Teach true Israel — 1 John 3:9 — Whoever born of God does not practice sin — True kingship established by righteousness Prov 16:12 — throne established by righteousness — Not by millet bread rituals.

    For Norway — New King Haakon VIII:

    Acknowledge King of kings over King of Norway — 1 Tim 6:15 — King of kings and Lord of lords — Ps 2:10-12 — Be wise, O kings... Kiss Son, lest He be angry.
    Lead nation back to sound doctrine — Rev 3:19 — As many as I love, I rebuke and chasten. Therefore be zealous and repent. — Remove blessing of sin — Return to 1 Cor 6:11 — And such were some of you. But you were washed, sanctified, justified in name of Lord Jesus.
    Use Nidaros Cathedral not as museum but to preach Acts 20:28 — Church purchased with His own blood belongs to Christ — That Harald V soul and all Norwegians who die — remain Lord's only if washed in Blood — Rev 1:5 — To Him who loved us and washed us from our sins in His own blood.
    Pray for kings — 1 Tim 2:1-2 — Supplications... be made for kings... that we may lead quiet and peaceable life in all godliness.

    For All Kingdoms of Earth:

    Heb 12:27-28 — Yet once more I shake... that those things which cannot be shaken may remain... we are receiving kingdom which cannot be shaken.

    If kingdoms follow those alive — Christ alive — then promise:

    Rom 14:8 — Whether live or die, we are Lord's.
    Rom 8:38-39 — Neither death nor life... shall be able to separate us from love of God which is in Christ Jesus.
    Rev 14:4 — 144,000 follow Lamb wherever He goes — It is not written they died — thus in spiritual lens won't suffer death — Those living to be raptured with dead in Christ raising first in air then them meeting Christ on clouds — 1 Thess 4:16-17 — But regardless, even when they die still belong to Lord — Rom 14:8.

    If refuse — more thrones empty — Isa 40:23 — He brings princes to nothing.

    ALTAR CALL TO KINGDOMS:

    King Oyo dead 34 — King Harald V dead 89 — Young or old — appointment stands — Heb 9:27 — It is appointed for men to die once, but after this judgment.

    Toro and Norway — Choose now whom you will follow — Dead customs or Alive Christ?

    Deut 30:19 — I have set before you life and death, blessing and cursing; therefore choose life, that both you and your descendants may live.

    Let both new kings — Prince heir of Toro and King Haakon VIII of Norway — declare: My kingdom belongs to Christ — From now we follow those alive — So our souls even if dead remain Lord's.

    Rev 5:12 — Worthy is Lamb who was slain to receive power...

    Amen — Let living ones hear — Repent or perish — Thrones fall so only Christ throne remains forever.
    SERMON TO KINGDOMS OF KINGS ON EARTH — WHAT SON IS SPEAKING THROUGH VISIONS — ABOUT KING OYO OF TORO DEAD AT 34 AND KING HARALD V OF NORWAY DEAD AT 89 — SAME WEEK — WHY KINGDOMS MUST FOLLOW THOSE ALIVE IN CHRIST SO THAT SOULS EVEN IF DEAD REMAIN OF LORD'S Preach for living ones — Green 7 lens — Spiritual advice — With scriptural support --- TEXT: Ps 146:3-4 — Do not put your trust in princes, nor in son of man, in whom there is no help. His spirit departs, he returns to his earth; in that very day his plans perish. Dan 2:21 — He removes kings and raises up kings. Rom 14:8 — For if we live, we live to Lord; and if we die, we die to Lord. Therefore, whether we live or die, we are Lord's. 1. SAD NEWS CONFIRMED — TWO THRONES EMPTY — ONE YOUNG, ONE OLD — SAME WEEK Son has shown me — Red 7 judgement first to house 1 Pet 4:17 — then to thrones — for Green 7 purification — Now fulfillment seen: King Oyo Nyimba Kabamba Iguru Rukidi IV of Toro Kingdom, Uganda — world's youngest monarch crowned at 3 years — died about 10pm August 27, 2026 aged 34 — ruled 31 years — Toro Prime Minister Calvin Armstrong Rwomiire Akiiki announced with profound sadness, heavy heart. King Harald V of Norway, Europe — died peacefully at Oslo University Hospital Rikshospitalet at 6:35 a.m. August 28, 2026 aged 89 — reigned since 1991 — 35 years — Europe's oldest living monarch — now succeeded by King Haakon — BBC confirmed "Norway's King Harald dies aged 89". Young Africa king 34 — Old Europe king 89 — Both removed same 48 hours — Job 12:23 — He makes nations great, and destroys them... He takes away understanding of chiefs... Why Son allowed both? To speak to ALL kingdoms — black and white — traditional and modern — Thrones are temporary. 2. WHAT SON IS SPEAKING / SHOWN THROUGH VISIONS — WHY I SAID KINGDOMS MUST FOLLOW THOSE ALIVE Son showed Red 7 — massive sorrow on house to end massive glory Rom 8:18 — Gold pure Job 23:10 — Then shake thrones Heb 12:27 — Because some culture norms they worship not with alignment with sound doctrine — If not corrected, souls do not remain Lord's when dead — they rest in assembly of dead Prov 21:16. My word was: Should these kingdoms of kings on earth need to follow those alive so that their souls even if dead remain of Lord's. Spiritual meaning: Luke 9:60 — Jesus said: Let the dead bury their own dead, but you go and preach kingdom of God. Rev 1:18 — I am He who lives, and was dead, and behold, I am alive forevermore. Follow those alive = Follow Christ alive and those alive in Christ — not follow dead ancestors, dead kings, dead traditions, dead drums. John 11:25-26 — I am resurrection and life. He who believes in Me, though he may die, he shall live. And whoever lives and believes in Me shall never die. If kingdoms follow alive Christ now, then Rom 14:8 fulfilled — Whether live or die, you are Lord's — Soul remains Lord's even if body dies — 2 Cor 5:8 — absent from body, present with Lord. If follow dead culture, John 8:24 — If you do not believe that I am He, you will die in your sins — Soul does NOT remain Lord's. 3. WHERE CULTURE NORMS OF THESE TWO KINGDOMS MISSED SOUND DOCTRINE A. Toro Kingdom culture: Worship of Nyalebe sacred drum as god — sounding drum to become king — Ex 20:3 — You shall have no other gods before Me — Acts 17:24 — God does not dwell in temples made with hands, nor in drums. Lion-skin crown treated as power object — Col 2:8 — Beware lest anyone cheat you through philosophy and empty deceit, according to tradition of men, and not according to Christ. Consulting Emisambwa, ancestors, mediums when king dies — turning drums upside down — Deut 18:11-12 — Or one who conjures spells, or a medium, or a spiritist, or one who calls up the dead. For all who do these things are abomination to LORD — Isa 8:19 — Should a people seek their God? Should they seek the dead on behalf of the living? — Lev 20:6 — I will set My face against the person who turns to mediums. This culture, if continues, makes heir Prince also miss Lord. B. Norway Kingdom culture — King Harald V era: Kingdom called Christian but now secular — Church blessing same-sex — Isa 5:20 — Woe to those who call evil good, and good evil — Rom 1:26-27 — exchange natural use for unnatural. Royal tolerance of scandals — 1 Cor 6:9-10 — Do not be deceived... neither fornicators... nor homosexuals... will inherit kingdom of God. Tradition of Lutheran state church as culture, not as Christ alive — 2 Tim 3:5 — Having form of godliness but denying its power. 2 Tim 4:3-4 — Time will come when they will not endure sound doctrine, but according to their own desires... will turn their ears away from truth, and be turned aside to fables. King Harald V was loved for warmth and humility — King Charles tribute said "warmth and humility" — But warmth without truth cannot keep soul — Need Eph 4:15 — speaking truth in love. Both kingdoms — Toro traditional, Norway modern — both need return to sound doctrine. 4. SPIRITUAL ADVICE — WHAT KINGDOMS MUST DO NOW SO SOULS REMAIN LORD'S EVEN IF DEAD Tit 2:1 — But as for you, speak things which are proper for sound doctrine. For Toro — Heir Prince to be enthroned: Let Christ be crowned first in Karuziika Palace — Matt 6:33 — Seek first kingdom of God and His righteousness. — Josh 24:15 — As for me and my house, we will serve LORD. Stop giving worship to objects — Drum, crown, stool are artifacts, not gods — John 4:24 — God is Spirit, and those who worship Him must worship in spirit and truth. Bury King Oyo with gospel — Not with calling dead spirits — 1 Thess 4:14 — For if we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so God will bring with Him those who sleep in Jesus. — Let funeral preach resurrection — so his soul, if he believed, remains Lord's — Rom 14:8. Teach true Israel — 1 John 3:9 — Whoever born of God does not practice sin — True kingship established by righteousness Prov 16:12 — throne established by righteousness — Not by millet bread rituals. For Norway — New King Haakon VIII: Acknowledge King of kings over King of Norway — 1 Tim 6:15 — King of kings and Lord of lords — Ps 2:10-12 — Be wise, O kings... Kiss Son, lest He be angry. Lead nation back to sound doctrine — Rev 3:19 — As many as I love, I rebuke and chasten. Therefore be zealous and repent. — Remove blessing of sin — Return to 1 Cor 6:11 — And such were some of you. But you were washed, sanctified, justified in name of Lord Jesus. Use Nidaros Cathedral not as museum but to preach Acts 20:28 — Church purchased with His own blood belongs to Christ — That Harald V soul and all Norwegians who die — remain Lord's only if washed in Blood — Rev 1:5 — To Him who loved us and washed us from our sins in His own blood. Pray for kings — 1 Tim 2:1-2 — Supplications... be made for kings... that we may lead quiet and peaceable life in all godliness. For All Kingdoms of Earth: Heb 12:27-28 — Yet once more I shake... that those things which cannot be shaken may remain... we are receiving kingdom which cannot be shaken. If kingdoms follow those alive — Christ alive — then promise: Rom 14:8 — Whether live or die, we are Lord's. Rom 8:38-39 — Neither death nor life... shall be able to separate us from love of God which is in Christ Jesus. Rev 14:4 — 144,000 follow Lamb wherever He goes — It is not written they died — thus in spiritual lens won't suffer death — Those living to be raptured with dead in Christ raising first in air then them meeting Christ on clouds — 1 Thess 4:16-17 — But regardless, even when they die still belong to Lord — Rom 14:8. If refuse — more thrones empty — Isa 40:23 — He brings princes to nothing. ALTAR CALL TO KINGDOMS: King Oyo dead 34 — King Harald V dead 89 — Young or old — appointment stands — Heb 9:27 — It is appointed for men to die once, but after this judgment. Toro and Norway — Choose now whom you will follow — Dead customs or Alive Christ? Deut 30:19 — I have set before you life and death, blessing and cursing; therefore choose life, that both you and your descendants may live. Let both new kings — Prince heir of Toro and King Haakon VIII of Norway — declare: My kingdom belongs to Christ — From now we follow those alive — So our souls even if dead remain Lord's. Rev 5:12 — Worthy is Lamb who was slain to receive power... Amen — Let living ones hear — Repent or perish — Thrones fall so only Christ throne remains forever.
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  • Heaven Will Be Worth the Wait

    There is a day coming for every child of God when faith will become sight, hope will become reality, and the long journey home will finally be over. Whatever trials we endure in this present life, whatever tears we shed, whatever prayers seem to wait unanswered, there is a glorious promise before us: Heaven will be worth the wait.

    The Bible does not describe eternity as an endless existence floating upon clouds. It presents something far greater—a restored creation, the presence of God, the glory of Jesus Christ, the resurrection of our bodies, the reunion of God’s people, and a world where sin, suffering, death, and sorrow are gone forever.

    The Greatest Gift: We Will See Jesus

    Above everything else, Heaven is glorious because Jesus will be there.

    Paul wrote that to be absent from the body is to be present with the Lord (2 Corinthians 5:8). Jesus Himself promised His disciples:

    “I will come again, and receive you unto myself; that where I am, there ye may be also.”
    —John 14:3, KJV

    Imagine that moment.

    The One whom we have trusted without seeing, we will finally see face to face. The One whose name we have worshiped, whose Word we have believed, and whose grace has carried us through our darkest days will stand before us in glory.

    The Apostle John tells us:

    “We shall see him as he is.”
    —1 John 3:2

    Every question about faith will be answered by His presence. Every doubt will disappear. Every struggle will seem small compared with the glory of being with Christ.

    Jesus is not merely the One who gets us to Heaven.

    Jesus is the treasure of Heaven.

    We Will See Our Loved Ones Again

    For those who have died in Christ, death is not the final goodbye.

    The Christian hope is resurrection.

    Paul comforted believers who were grieving their departed loved ones, telling them that Christians should not grieve “even as others which have no hope” (1 Thessalonians 4:13). He then described the great day when Christ returns and the dead in Christ are raised.

    “And so shall we ever be with the Lord.”
    —1 Thessalonians 4:17

    What a promise.

    The Christian does not believe that death permanently destroys the relationships God has given us. We look forward to the resurrection and the gathering together of God’s people in the presence of Christ.

    Can we imagine embracing a loved one again—without sickness, without separation, without the fear that another goodbye is coming?

    The reunion will not be marked by hospitals, funerals, tears, or graves.

    It will be life.

    And it will be eternal.

    No More Death, Sorrow, or Pain

    Perhaps one of the most beautiful promises concerning eternity is found in Revelation:

    “And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain.”
    —Revelation 21:4

    Think about everything that causes us grief in this present world.

    There will be no more death.

    No more funeral services.

    No more cancer wards.

    No more broken hearts.

    No more loneliness.

    No more betrayal.

    No more fear.

    No more sin.

    No more crying ourselves to sleep.

    God Himself will wipe away the tears.

    The hands that created the universe will personally comfort His children.

    The New Heaven and the New Earth

    Scripture points beyond simply going to Heaven. God’s ultimate plan is the renewal of creation.

    John saw:

    “a new heaven and a new earth.”
    —Revelation 21:1

    The Christian hope is not ultimately an escape from God’s creation but the redemption and renewal of creation.

    Peter likewise speaks of looking for:

    “new heavens and a new earth, wherein dwelleth righteousness.”
    —2 Peter 3:13

    Imagine a world where righteousness dwells completely.

    No corruption.

    No injustice.

    No violence.

    No exploitation.

    No pollution.

    No decay.

    No sin.

    Everything will finally exist as God intended it to exist.

    The curse will be gone, and creation itself will be brought into glorious freedom.

    The New Jerusalem

    And then Scripture gives us one of the most breathtaking visions in all of the Bible—the New Jerusalem.

    John saw the holy city descending from Heaven:

    “And I John saw the holy city, new Jerusalem, coming down from God out of heaven, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband.”
    —Revelation 21:2

    The description is magnificent: gates of pearl, foundations adorned with precious stones, streets of pure gold, and the glory of God illuminating the city.

    But even these incredible descriptions point toward something greater.

    God Himself will dwell with His people.

    Revelation says:

    “Behold, the tabernacle of God is with men, and he will dwell with them.”
    —Revelation 21:3

    The greatest beauty of the New Jerusalem will not be its gold.

    It will not be its gates.

    It will not be its walls.

    It will be the presence of God.

    And there will be no temple in the city, because:

    “the Lord God Almighty and the Lamb are the temple of it.”
    —Revelation 21:22

    The Lamb is Jesus Christ.

    The One who died for us will be at the center of eternity.

    We Will Finally Understand

    There are things we cannot understand now.

    There are prayers we do not understand.

    There are disappointments whose purpose remains hidden.

    There are losses that still hurt.

    There are seasons when we wonder why God allowed something to happen.

    But Heaven will bring clarity.

    Paul wrote:

    “For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face.”
    —1 Corinthians 13:12

    One day we will see clearly.

    We will understand that God never abandoned His children.

    We will understand the meaning of grace.

    We will understand the purpose of perseverance.

    And perhaps many things that caused us to weep on earth will appear completely different when viewed from eternity.

    Heaven Will Make This Journey Worth It

    Paul, who suffered imprisonment, persecution, beatings, rejection, hunger, danger, and hardship, wrote:

    “For I reckon that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory which shall be revealed in us.”
    —Romans 8:18

    That is an extraordinary statement.

    Paul was not saying that suffering is insignificant.

    He was saying that future glory is infinitely greater.

    Whatever you are facing today, it will not last forever.

    The sickness will not last forever.

    The grief will not last forever.

    The struggle against sin will not last forever.

    The tears will not last forever.

    This present age is not the end of the story.

    There is a resurrection coming.

    There is a Kingdom coming.

    There is a New Jerusalem coming.

    There is a new heaven and a new earth coming.

    And, most importantly, Jesus is coming.

    Keep Going

    Sometimes the Christian life feels long.

    Sometimes the road is difficult.

    Sometimes faith feels like walking through darkness while holding onto a promise.

    But keep going.

    Keep trusting Christ.

    Keep praying.

    Keep believing.

    Keep your eyes on eternity.

    The writer of Hebrews tells us to run the race with endurance, “looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith” (Hebrews 12:1–2).

    The finish line is closer than it has ever been.

    And when we finally cross it, we will discover that every sacrifice made for Christ was worth it.

    Every prayer was worth it.

    Every act of obedience was worth it.

    Every tear was worth it.

    Every moment when we chose Christ over the world was worth it.

    Because on the other side of this life is not emptiness.

    There is glory.

    There is resurrection.

    There is reunion.

    There is righteousness.

    There is the New Jerusalem.

    There is the new heaven and the new earth.

    And there is Jesus.

    The Best Is Yet to Come

    Christian, do not let the temporary darkness of this world make you forget the eternal light that is coming.

    Jesus promised to prepare a place for His people.

    He promised to return.

    He promised resurrection.

    God promised to make all things new.

    And John heard the voice from the throne proclaim:

    “Behold, I make all things new.”
    —Revelation 21:5

    One day, the journey will be over.

    One day, faith will become sight.

    One day, we will stand in the presence of the One who loved us enough to die for us.

    One day, we will see those who have gone before us in Christ.

    One day, there will be no more graves to visit because death will be gone.

    One day, there will be no more tears to shed because God Himself will wipe them away.

    One day, we will enter the fullness of the inheritance Christ purchased for us.

    And when that day comes, we will understand something with absolute certainty:

    Heaven was worth the wait.

    Until then, keep your eyes upon Jesus.

    The road may be difficult.

    The night may be long.

    But morning is coming.

    Christ is coming.

    And for those who belong to Him, the best is yet to come.

    “Even so, come, Lord Jesus.”
    —Revelation 22:20
    Heaven Will Be Worth the Wait There is a day coming for every child of God when faith will become sight, hope will become reality, and the long journey home will finally be over. Whatever trials we endure in this present life, whatever tears we shed, whatever prayers seem to wait unanswered, there is a glorious promise before us: Heaven will be worth the wait. The Bible does not describe eternity as an endless existence floating upon clouds. It presents something far greater—a restored creation, the presence of God, the glory of Jesus Christ, the resurrection of our bodies, the reunion of God’s people, and a world where sin, suffering, death, and sorrow are gone forever. The Greatest Gift: We Will See Jesus Above everything else, Heaven is glorious because Jesus will be there. Paul wrote that to be absent from the body is to be present with the Lord (2 Corinthians 5:8). Jesus Himself promised His disciples: “I will come again, and receive you unto myself; that where I am, there ye may be also.” —John 14:3, KJV Imagine that moment. The One whom we have trusted without seeing, we will finally see face to face. The One whose name we have worshiped, whose Word we have believed, and whose grace has carried us through our darkest days will stand before us in glory. The Apostle John tells us: “We shall see him as he is.” —1 John 3:2 Every question about faith will be answered by His presence. Every doubt will disappear. Every struggle will seem small compared with the glory of being with Christ. Jesus is not merely the One who gets us to Heaven. Jesus is the treasure of Heaven. We Will See Our Loved Ones Again For those who have died in Christ, death is not the final goodbye. The Christian hope is resurrection. Paul comforted believers who were grieving their departed loved ones, telling them that Christians should not grieve “even as others which have no hope” (1 Thessalonians 4:13). He then described the great day when Christ returns and the dead in Christ are raised. “And so shall we ever be with the Lord.” —1 Thessalonians 4:17 What a promise. The Christian does not believe that death permanently destroys the relationships God has given us. We look forward to the resurrection and the gathering together of God’s people in the presence of Christ. Can we imagine embracing a loved one again—without sickness, without separation, without the fear that another goodbye is coming? The reunion will not be marked by hospitals, funerals, tears, or graves. It will be life. And it will be eternal. No More Death, Sorrow, or Pain Perhaps one of the most beautiful promises concerning eternity is found in Revelation: “And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain.” —Revelation 21:4 Think about everything that causes us grief in this present world. There will be no more death. No more funeral services. No more cancer wards. No more broken hearts. No more loneliness. No more betrayal. No more fear. No more sin. No more crying ourselves to sleep. God Himself will wipe away the tears. The hands that created the universe will personally comfort His children. The New Heaven and the New Earth Scripture points beyond simply going to Heaven. God’s ultimate plan is the renewal of creation. John saw: “a new heaven and a new earth.” —Revelation 21:1 The Christian hope is not ultimately an escape from God’s creation but the redemption and renewal of creation. Peter likewise speaks of looking for: “new heavens and a new earth, wherein dwelleth righteousness.” —2 Peter 3:13 Imagine a world where righteousness dwells completely. No corruption. No injustice. No violence. No exploitation. No pollution. No decay. No sin. Everything will finally exist as God intended it to exist. The curse will be gone, and creation itself will be brought into glorious freedom. The New Jerusalem And then Scripture gives us one of the most breathtaking visions in all of the Bible—the New Jerusalem. John saw the holy city descending from Heaven: “And I John saw the holy city, new Jerusalem, coming down from God out of heaven, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband.” —Revelation 21:2 The description is magnificent: gates of pearl, foundations adorned with precious stones, streets of pure gold, and the glory of God illuminating the city. But even these incredible descriptions point toward something greater. God Himself will dwell with His people. Revelation says: “Behold, the tabernacle of God is with men, and he will dwell with them.” —Revelation 21:3 The greatest beauty of the New Jerusalem will not be its gold. It will not be its gates. It will not be its walls. It will be the presence of God. And there will be no temple in the city, because: “the Lord God Almighty and the Lamb are the temple of it.” —Revelation 21:22 The Lamb is Jesus Christ. The One who died for us will be at the center of eternity. We Will Finally Understand There are things we cannot understand now. There are prayers we do not understand. There are disappointments whose purpose remains hidden. There are losses that still hurt. There are seasons when we wonder why God allowed something to happen. But Heaven will bring clarity. Paul wrote: “For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face.” —1 Corinthians 13:12 One day we will see clearly. We will understand that God never abandoned His children. We will understand the meaning of grace. We will understand the purpose of perseverance. And perhaps many things that caused us to weep on earth will appear completely different when viewed from eternity. Heaven Will Make This Journey Worth It Paul, who suffered imprisonment, persecution, beatings, rejection, hunger, danger, and hardship, wrote: “For I reckon that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory which shall be revealed in us.” —Romans 8:18 That is an extraordinary statement. Paul was not saying that suffering is insignificant. He was saying that future glory is infinitely greater. Whatever you are facing today, it will not last forever. The sickness will not last forever. The grief will not last forever. The struggle against sin will not last forever. The tears will not last forever. This present age is not the end of the story. There is a resurrection coming. There is a Kingdom coming. There is a New Jerusalem coming. There is a new heaven and a new earth coming. And, most importantly, Jesus is coming. Keep Going Sometimes the Christian life feels long. Sometimes the road is difficult. Sometimes faith feels like walking through darkness while holding onto a promise. But keep going. Keep trusting Christ. Keep praying. Keep believing. Keep your eyes on eternity. The writer of Hebrews tells us to run the race with endurance, “looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith” (Hebrews 12:1–2). The finish line is closer than it has ever been. And when we finally cross it, we will discover that every sacrifice made for Christ was worth it. Every prayer was worth it. Every act of obedience was worth it. Every tear was worth it. Every moment when we chose Christ over the world was worth it. Because on the other side of this life is not emptiness. There is glory. There is resurrection. There is reunion. There is righteousness. There is the New Jerusalem. There is the new heaven and the new earth. And there is Jesus. The Best Is Yet to Come Christian, do not let the temporary darkness of this world make you forget the eternal light that is coming. Jesus promised to prepare a place for His people. He promised to return. He promised resurrection. God promised to make all things new. And John heard the voice from the throne proclaim: “Behold, I make all things new.” —Revelation 21:5 One day, the journey will be over. One day, faith will become sight. One day, we will stand in the presence of the One who loved us enough to die for us. One day, we will see those who have gone before us in Christ. One day, there will be no more graves to visit because death will be gone. One day, there will be no more tears to shed because God Himself will wipe them away. One day, we will enter the fullness of the inheritance Christ purchased for us. And when that day comes, we will understand something with absolute certainty: Heaven was worth the wait. Until then, keep your eyes upon Jesus. The road may be difficult. The night may be long. But morning is coming. Christ is coming. And for those who belong to Him, the best is yet to come. “Even so, come, Lord Jesus.” —Revelation 22:20
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  • Hello, I would like to share with you the message from 4 August 2026 from “The Good Seed” daily calendar.


    When the Lord saw her, He had compassion on her and said to her, Do not weep. (Luke 7:13)

    Comfort for the grieving
    The Lord Jesus approaches the city of Nain. A funeral procession comes toward Him. The only son of a widow is being carried to his grave. The mother weeps over this bitter loss. Many accompany her to express their condolences to the grieving woman.
     When the Lord sees her, He is moved with compassion. He understands her sorrow over her only son. He perceives the devastating consequences that death brings upon people. His heart is deeply moved. In the same way, the Lord Jesus feels today with all those who mourn the passing of a loved one. He sees how painful saying goodbye is. He knows what it means to painfully miss someone.
     The Lord addresses the grieving mother: “Do not weep.” He can comfort her because He understands her and has the power to help her. Even today, the comforting words of the Lord Jesus, which He gives to mourners when reading the Bible, are like balm for their wounded hearts. His comfort is genuine and profound.
     The Son of God touches the bier and says, “Young man, I say to you, arise.” Then the dead man sits up and begins to speak. What joy it is for the mother to have her son alive again! Believing Christians possess the firm hope of resurrection. When the Lord comes to gather His own, He will raise from the dead all those who have already “fallen asleep”. What a moment that will be!

    Today’s reading: Joshua 9:1-16 – 1 Corinthians 7:25-40
    Hello, I would like to share with you the message from 4 August 2026 from “The Good Seed” daily calendar. When the Lord saw her, He had compassion on her and said to her, Do not weep. (Luke 7:13) Comfort for the grieving The Lord Jesus approaches the city of Nain. A funeral procession comes toward Him. The only son of a widow is being carried to his grave. The mother weeps over this bitter loss. Many accompany her to express their condolences to the grieving woman.  When the Lord sees her, He is moved with compassion. He understands her sorrow over her only son. He perceives the devastating consequences that death brings upon people. His heart is deeply moved. In the same way, the Lord Jesus feels today with all those who mourn the passing of a loved one. He sees how painful saying goodbye is. He knows what it means to painfully miss someone.  The Lord addresses the grieving mother: “Do not weep.” He can comfort her because He understands her and has the power to help her. Even today, the comforting words of the Lord Jesus, which He gives to mourners when reading the Bible, are like balm for their wounded hearts. His comfort is genuine and profound.  The Son of God touches the bier and says, “Young man, I say to you, arise.” Then the dead man sits up and begins to speak. What joy it is for the mother to have her son alive again! Believing Christians possess the firm hope of resurrection. When the Lord comes to gather His own, He will raise from the dead all those who have already “fallen asleep”. What a moment that will be! Today’s reading: Joshua 9:1-16 – 1 Corinthians 7:25-40
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  • ‎Chapter Three: The Great Self-Deception Bake-Off: How to Frost a Lie and Call It Prophecy

    ‎“The heart is deceitful above all things and beyond cure. Who can understand it?” — Jeremiah 17:9

    ‎Now, that is not a verse you’d want embroidered on a throw pillow. The prophet Jeremiah, who was never invited to many parties, drops this bombshell with the casualness of someone announcing the weather. Your heart—that warm, fuzzy center of emotion you've been taught to "follow" like a GPS—is, in fact, a pathological liar with a doctorate in spin. It is not just occasionally mistaken; it is deceitful above all things. Above a used chariot salesman. Above a politician promising lower taxes. Above a toddler with chocolate on his face insisting he did not eat the cake. Your heart is the most brilliant con artist you will ever meet, and it lives inside your chest, rent-free, forging your signature on checks you didn't even know you had.

    ‎And yet, we treat this internal fraudster as if it were the Holy Spirit's personal secretary. "The heart wants what it wants," we sigh, as if that's a profundity and not the battle cry of every disastrous decision since Eve looked at a piece of fruit and thought, "That looks like a good idea, and I feel strongly that it's fine."

    ‎Let's talk about what's actually happening when you feel something so intensely that it must be true. You are not receiving a divine download. You are attending the Great Self-Deception Bake-Off, a competition where your own mind whips up a three-tiered cake of false reality, frosts it with emotion, and then serves it to you on a silver platter while a tiny voice in your head screams, "Bon appétit! This is definitely from God!"

    ‎The recipe is deceptively simple. You take one genuine fact—a real hurt, a legitimate desire, a valid frustration—and you place it on the counter. So far, so good. This is the flour. But then, instead of following a sane recipe, you hand the kitchen over to a crew of sous-chefs named Assumption, Projection, and Catastrophic Thinking. Assumption dumps in an entire bag of "I know what they were thinking." Projection adds a heaping cup of "This is just like that time in 2007." And Catastrophic Thinking, wearing a chef's hat made of old newspapers, throws in a gallon of "This will never get better and I will die alone and my funeral will be sparsely attended." Mix thoroughly. Bake in the oven of rumination at 400 degrees of anxiety. Frost with a thick layer of righteous indignation or self-pity, depending on your preferred flavor profile. And there you have it: a magnificent, towering cake of Illusion à la Mode, garnished with a sprig of "I'm pretty sure God told me."

    ‎You sit down, take a bite, and the flavors explode. The anger tastes like power. The self-pity tastes like a warm hug from yourself. The lust tastes like a preview of heaven that is, in fact, a timeshare presentation for hell. And because the flavor is so intense, so vivid, so consuming, you conclude that the cake must be true. "I feel this strongly, therefore it is valid. God gave me taste buds, didn't He? This is confirmation." And you go back for a second slice, and a third, until you're lying on the floor in a sugar coma of self-deception, wondering why your life has turned into a cautionary tale.

    ‎The Apostle James, who had clearly witnessed a few bake-offs in his day, described the process with surgical precision: "Each person is tempted when they are dragged away by their own evil desire and enticed. Then, after desire has conceived, it gives birth to sin; and sin, when it is full-grown, gives birth to death." (James 1:14-15). Did you catch that? Desire conceives. It has a baby. And the baby is sin, and when that baby grows up, it becomes death. The whole thing starts with a tiny little desire—a spark, a wisp, a passing thought—and if you midwife it with enough emotional intensity, it eventually births a full-grown monster that eats your life. James is essentially saying, "Your feelings are not a prophet; they are a maternity ward for disaster." And you, my friend, are the one pushing.

    ‎But here's where the comedy curdles into something so absurd you have to laugh or you'll cry: we then take that monster baby, dress it in a little suit of Bible verses, and present it to the world as a word from the Lord. "God is leading me to leave this church," we declare, when in fact the pastor's sermon stepped on our toes and we felt convicted, but conviction feels uncomfortable, so we rebranded the discomfort as "discernment." "The Lord is telling me to speak truth into this situation," we announce, right before we unleash a torrent of unsolicited criticism that burns down a friendship, and we walk away feeling like Jeremiah at the gate, when in fact we were just a jerk with a vocabulary.

    ‎Imagine a man who eats an entire extra-large pizza with extra garlic and anchovies, followed by a milkshake, right before bed. He falls into a fitful sleep, and in the depths of the night, his stomach begins to churn and boil like a cauldron in a witch's kitchen. A dream arises—a wild, vivid, Technicolor dream full of dragons, floods, and talking donkeys. He wakes up in a cold sweat, clutching his abdomen, and gasps, "A vision! A prophetic vision! God is warning me of impending doom and possibly a dietary restriction!" He immediately texts his prayer group: "Urgent: I believe the Lord is calling us to a season of fasting and apocalyptic readiness. I saw a donkey and a flood. Repent!" The prayer group, equally susceptible to the Bake-Off, responds with fire emojis and "Amen, brother, I felt a shift." Meanwhile, the real prophecy was the anchovies, and the only shift needed was in his late-night eating habits. The man has mistaken his gastric distress for divine revelation. And before you laugh too hard, ask yourself: how many of your "leadings" were just spiritual indigestion? How many of your "words from God" were just the echo of your own anxieties bouncing around an empty room, dressed in a robe and sandals?

    ‎The internal bake-off is fueled by a simple, terrible engine: the illusion that intensity equals authenticity. If I feel it hotly, it must be holy. This is the spiritual equivalent of mistaking a car alarm for an angelic choir. The car alarm is loud, it demands attention, it rattles the windows—but it's not a herald of the Second Coming. It's just a malfunctioning sensor on a Toyota Camry. Your emotions are the Camry. The alarm is going off. And you're on your knees in the parking lot, weeping, "Speak, Lord, for your servant is listening," while a security guard taps you on the shoulder and says, "Sir, that's just your own panic. Also, your lights are on."
    ‎Chapter Three: The Great Self-Deception Bake-Off: How to Frost a Lie and Call It Prophecy ‎ ‎“The heart is deceitful above all things and beyond cure. Who can understand it?” — Jeremiah 17:9 ‎ ‎Now, that is not a verse you’d want embroidered on a throw pillow. The prophet Jeremiah, who was never invited to many parties, drops this bombshell with the casualness of someone announcing the weather. Your heart—that warm, fuzzy center of emotion you've been taught to "follow" like a GPS—is, in fact, a pathological liar with a doctorate in spin. It is not just occasionally mistaken; it is deceitful above all things. Above a used chariot salesman. Above a politician promising lower taxes. Above a toddler with chocolate on his face insisting he did not eat the cake. Your heart is the most brilliant con artist you will ever meet, and it lives inside your chest, rent-free, forging your signature on checks you didn't even know you had. ‎ ‎And yet, we treat this internal fraudster as if it were the Holy Spirit's personal secretary. "The heart wants what it wants," we sigh, as if that's a profundity and not the battle cry of every disastrous decision since Eve looked at a piece of fruit and thought, "That looks like a good idea, and I feel strongly that it's fine." ‎ ‎Let's talk about what's actually happening when you feel something so intensely that it must be true. You are not receiving a divine download. You are attending the Great Self-Deception Bake-Off, a competition where your own mind whips up a three-tiered cake of false reality, frosts it with emotion, and then serves it to you on a silver platter while a tiny voice in your head screams, "Bon appétit! This is definitely from God!" ‎ ‎The recipe is deceptively simple. You take one genuine fact—a real hurt, a legitimate desire, a valid frustration—and you place it on the counter. So far, so good. This is the flour. But then, instead of following a sane recipe, you hand the kitchen over to a crew of sous-chefs named Assumption, Projection, and Catastrophic Thinking. Assumption dumps in an entire bag of "I know what they were thinking." Projection adds a heaping cup of "This is just like that time in 2007." And Catastrophic Thinking, wearing a chef's hat made of old newspapers, throws in a gallon of "This will never get better and I will die alone and my funeral will be sparsely attended." Mix thoroughly. Bake in the oven of rumination at 400 degrees of anxiety. Frost with a thick layer of righteous indignation or self-pity, depending on your preferred flavor profile. And there you have it: a magnificent, towering cake of Illusion à la Mode, garnished with a sprig of "I'm pretty sure God told me." ‎ ‎You sit down, take a bite, and the flavors explode. The anger tastes like power. The self-pity tastes like a warm hug from yourself. The lust tastes like a preview of heaven that is, in fact, a timeshare presentation for hell. And because the flavor is so intense, so vivid, so consuming, you conclude that the cake must be true. "I feel this strongly, therefore it is valid. God gave me taste buds, didn't He? This is confirmation." And you go back for a second slice, and a third, until you're lying on the floor in a sugar coma of self-deception, wondering why your life has turned into a cautionary tale. ‎ ‎The Apostle James, who had clearly witnessed a few bake-offs in his day, described the process with surgical precision: "Each person is tempted when they are dragged away by their own evil desire and enticed. Then, after desire has conceived, it gives birth to sin; and sin, when it is full-grown, gives birth to death." (James 1:14-15). Did you catch that? Desire conceives. It has a baby. And the baby is sin, and when that baby grows up, it becomes death. The whole thing starts with a tiny little desire—a spark, a wisp, a passing thought—and if you midwife it with enough emotional intensity, it eventually births a full-grown monster that eats your life. James is essentially saying, "Your feelings are not a prophet; they are a maternity ward for disaster." And you, my friend, are the one pushing. ‎ ‎But here's where the comedy curdles into something so absurd you have to laugh or you'll cry: we then take that monster baby, dress it in a little suit of Bible verses, and present it to the world as a word from the Lord. "God is leading me to leave this church," we declare, when in fact the pastor's sermon stepped on our toes and we felt convicted, but conviction feels uncomfortable, so we rebranded the discomfort as "discernment." "The Lord is telling me to speak truth into this situation," we announce, right before we unleash a torrent of unsolicited criticism that burns down a friendship, and we walk away feeling like Jeremiah at the gate, when in fact we were just a jerk with a vocabulary. ‎ ‎Imagine a man who eats an entire extra-large pizza with extra garlic and anchovies, followed by a milkshake, right before bed. He falls into a fitful sleep, and in the depths of the night, his stomach begins to churn and boil like a cauldron in a witch's kitchen. A dream arises—a wild, vivid, Technicolor dream full of dragons, floods, and talking donkeys. He wakes up in a cold sweat, clutching his abdomen, and gasps, "A vision! A prophetic vision! God is warning me of impending doom and possibly a dietary restriction!" He immediately texts his prayer group: "Urgent: I believe the Lord is calling us to a season of fasting and apocalyptic readiness. I saw a donkey and a flood. Repent!" The prayer group, equally susceptible to the Bake-Off, responds with fire emojis and "Amen, brother, I felt a shift." Meanwhile, the real prophecy was the anchovies, and the only shift needed was in his late-night eating habits. The man has mistaken his gastric distress for divine revelation. And before you laugh too hard, ask yourself: how many of your "leadings" were just spiritual indigestion? How many of your "words from God" were just the echo of your own anxieties bouncing around an empty room, dressed in a robe and sandals? ‎ ‎The internal bake-off is fueled by a simple, terrible engine: the illusion that intensity equals authenticity. If I feel it hotly, it must be holy. This is the spiritual equivalent of mistaking a car alarm for an angelic choir. The car alarm is loud, it demands attention, it rattles the windows—but it's not a herald of the Second Coming. It's just a malfunctioning sensor on a Toyota Camry. Your emotions are the Camry. The alarm is going off. And you're on your knees in the parking lot, weeping, "Speak, Lord, for your servant is listening," while a security guard taps you on the shoulder and says, "Sir, that's just your own panic. Also, your lights are on." ‎
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  • continuation chapter two 2.1
    Today, let us talk about the gritty, determined, thoroughly human work that is required to be free from sin. On the path to perfection, there are roles to play. God's grace is the wind—a magnificent, roaring, endless gale of generosity, a hurricane of holy help. But we, my friend, must raise the sail. And raising a sail is not done by sitting in the hull, thinking positive thoughts about wind, and declaring, "I am a sail-raiser in Jesus' name!" It involves pulling ropes, untying knots, climbing masts, and probably getting a splinter or two in places you'd rather not mention. It involves calluses, not cushions. The sailor who refuses to touch the ropes but insists he's "trusting the wind" will stay in the harbor forever, growing barnacles on his bottom, and eventually becoming a tourist attraction: "Come see the Man of Faith, who believed so hard the boat hasn't moved in forty years."

    ‎Let me paint you a simple picture, so absurd that its truth will be unavoidable. It's like a parable, but with more malaria.

    ‎Imagine a man struck down by a severe case of malaria. His body is a furnace; his joints ache as if he's been tenderized with a mallet wielded by a very enthusiastic chef. He prays to God for healing. "Lord, with all my faith, I believe You will heal me!" he cries from his sweat-drenched bed, voice cracking with the kind of sincerity that makes angels pause and take notes. Then, the doctor arrives—a miracle in itself, a human being trained by human knowledge, arriving on time—and places the anti-malarial tablets on the bedside table. Little white pills of possibility. And the man refuses them. He waves a feverish, trembling hand and says, "No, no, take those abominations away. If I take the medicine, I'm not trusting God completely. That would be putting my faith in pharmaceuticals, not in the Almighty. My faith alone is enough. I'm just going to rest in the finished work of the cinchona tree. I'm going to 'stand on the Word'... from a horizontal position... while hallucinating from the fever." And he rolls over, shivering, smiling the smile of the profoundly deluded, the smile of a man who has confused stubbornness with sanctification.

    ‎Now, tell me, what will become of that man? We all know the tragic punchline. His faith will be sincere. His prayers will be genuine. His theological position on divine healing will be impeccably orthodox, with all the right Greek words footnoted. And his funeral will be well-attended, with people standing around the casket whispering, "He's in a better place now," which is true, but he could have been in a better place here, too, namely alive and swallowing tablets. God, in His extravagant wisdom, provided the healing agent within the bark of that tree, hidden away for centuries like a love letter waiting to be opened by a scientist with a microscope. Grace grew the tree in some distant jungle. Grace guided the chemist who isolated the compound. Grace mixed the ingredients into a stable pill. Grace delivered the tablet to a pharmacy near you, probably via a truck driver named Grace, who was listening to Amazing Grace on the radio. But the man has a critical, indispensable role: he must rise from his bed—however feebly, however dramatically—pour a glass of water, lift the tablet to his lips, and swallow. Without that tiny, trembling act of human cooperation, the prayer, however beautiful, however poetic, however theologically sound and beautifully alliterated, ends in a coffin. Healing requires a partnership, a duet, not a solo performance with God as the backing track and man as the passive audience member waving a lighter.

    ‎The struggle with sin operates on this very same divine principle. We pray, with great passion, with the kind of fervor that makes our prayer partners slightly uncomfortable, "Deliver me from this anger! Free me from this lust! Pry this greed from my cold, clutching fingers! Break the chains, Lord, break every fetter!" And then, having prayed, having exhausted ourselves with holy vocabulary, we lie back on the spiritual mattress and wait for the lightning bolt. We fold our hands over our chests like a corpse in training. But the prayer is the diagnosis, not the prescription. It's the X-ray, not the surgery. We must then pick up the "anti-malarial tablets" for the soul. The prayer opened the pharmacy; now you have to swallow the medicine. But we'd rather have the prayer than the pill, because the prayer feels spiritual and dramatic, while the pill just feels like hard work and you have to remember to take it three times a day with meals.

    ‎Now, what on earth are those tablets? Let me show you through another picture, because I'm in a parabolic mood and the paint is still wet.

    ‎You can own a library that groans under the weight of books on hydrodynamics. You can fill entire shelves with volumes on the physics of floating, the history of the backstroke, the biographies of Olympic champions. You can memorize the chemical composition of chlorine and write a doctoral thesis titled "The Ontological Significance of Buoyancy: A Theological and Biomechanical Analysis of Not Sinking." Your thesis can be peer-reviewed by the top swimming theologians of our time. You can attend lectures given by the world's greatest swimmers, sitting in the front row, nodding along to their PowerPoint presentations on breathing technique and the proper angle of hand entry. You can even acquire a certificate of swimming theory, beautifully framed in gold leaf, stating that you have believed in the principles of buoyancy with your whole heart and have successfully completed 120 credit hours of thinking about water. You can wear a T-shirt that says "I'm a Swimmer" with a little fish symbol. But the moment a mischievous friend—or an act of God, or a slippery pool deck—throws you into the deep end, that theoretical knowledge becomes spectacularly, hilariously useless. The books won't inflate and save you. The diploma is not a flotation device. The framed certificate will not turn into a life preserver and gently cradle you to safety. There is one thing, and one thing alone, that bridges the chasm between theory and survival: you must get in the water. You must flail, swallow a horrifying amount of chlorinated liquid, come up spluttering and embarrassed with your dignity floating somewhere near the diving board, and practice the strokes yourself. Again and again and again. The knowledge of swimming has never mastered a single stroke for a single human being. It has never pulled anyone to the side of the pool. It just sits there in the books, looking profound and smelling faintly of mildew, while the drowning man sinks to the bottom, his head full of elegant theories about the physics of arm rotation.
    continuation chapter two 2.1 Today, let us talk about the gritty, determined, thoroughly human work that is required to be free from sin. On the path to perfection, there are roles to play. God's grace is the wind—a magnificent, roaring, endless gale of generosity, a hurricane of holy help. But we, my friend, must raise the sail. And raising a sail is not done by sitting in the hull, thinking positive thoughts about wind, and declaring, "I am a sail-raiser in Jesus' name!" It involves pulling ropes, untying knots, climbing masts, and probably getting a splinter or two in places you'd rather not mention. It involves calluses, not cushions. The sailor who refuses to touch the ropes but insists he's "trusting the wind" will stay in the harbor forever, growing barnacles on his bottom, and eventually becoming a tourist attraction: "Come see the Man of Faith, who believed so hard the boat hasn't moved in forty years." ‎ ‎Let me paint you a simple picture, so absurd that its truth will be unavoidable. It's like a parable, but with more malaria. ‎ ‎Imagine a man struck down by a severe case of malaria. His body is a furnace; his joints ache as if he's been tenderized with a mallet wielded by a very enthusiastic chef. He prays to God for healing. "Lord, with all my faith, I believe You will heal me!" he cries from his sweat-drenched bed, voice cracking with the kind of sincerity that makes angels pause and take notes. Then, the doctor arrives—a miracle in itself, a human being trained by human knowledge, arriving on time—and places the anti-malarial tablets on the bedside table. Little white pills of possibility. And the man refuses them. He waves a feverish, trembling hand and says, "No, no, take those abominations away. If I take the medicine, I'm not trusting God completely. That would be putting my faith in pharmaceuticals, not in the Almighty. My faith alone is enough. I'm just going to rest in the finished work of the cinchona tree. I'm going to 'stand on the Word'... from a horizontal position... while hallucinating from the fever." And he rolls over, shivering, smiling the smile of the profoundly deluded, the smile of a man who has confused stubbornness with sanctification. ‎ ‎Now, tell me, what will become of that man? We all know the tragic punchline. His faith will be sincere. His prayers will be genuine. His theological position on divine healing will be impeccably orthodox, with all the right Greek words footnoted. And his funeral will be well-attended, with people standing around the casket whispering, "He's in a better place now," which is true, but he could have been in a better place here, too, namely alive and swallowing tablets. God, in His extravagant wisdom, provided the healing agent within the bark of that tree, hidden away for centuries like a love letter waiting to be opened by a scientist with a microscope. Grace grew the tree in some distant jungle. Grace guided the chemist who isolated the compound. Grace mixed the ingredients into a stable pill. Grace delivered the tablet to a pharmacy near you, probably via a truck driver named Grace, who was listening to Amazing Grace on the radio. But the man has a critical, indispensable role: he must rise from his bed—however feebly, however dramatically—pour a glass of water, lift the tablet to his lips, and swallow. Without that tiny, trembling act of human cooperation, the prayer, however beautiful, however poetic, however theologically sound and beautifully alliterated, ends in a coffin. Healing requires a partnership, a duet, not a solo performance with God as the backing track and man as the passive audience member waving a lighter. ‎ ‎The struggle with sin operates on this very same divine principle. We pray, with great passion, with the kind of fervor that makes our prayer partners slightly uncomfortable, "Deliver me from this anger! Free me from this lust! Pry this greed from my cold, clutching fingers! Break the chains, Lord, break every fetter!" And then, having prayed, having exhausted ourselves with holy vocabulary, we lie back on the spiritual mattress and wait for the lightning bolt. We fold our hands over our chests like a corpse in training. But the prayer is the diagnosis, not the prescription. It's the X-ray, not the surgery. We must then pick up the "anti-malarial tablets" for the soul. The prayer opened the pharmacy; now you have to swallow the medicine. But we'd rather have the prayer than the pill, because the prayer feels spiritual and dramatic, while the pill just feels like hard work and you have to remember to take it three times a day with meals. ‎ ‎Now, what on earth are those tablets? Let me show you through another picture, because I'm in a parabolic mood and the paint is still wet. ‎ ‎You can own a library that groans under the weight of books on hydrodynamics. You can fill entire shelves with volumes on the physics of floating, the history of the backstroke, the biographies of Olympic champions. You can memorize the chemical composition of chlorine and write a doctoral thesis titled "The Ontological Significance of Buoyancy: A Theological and Biomechanical Analysis of Not Sinking." Your thesis can be peer-reviewed by the top swimming theologians of our time. You can attend lectures given by the world's greatest swimmers, sitting in the front row, nodding along to their PowerPoint presentations on breathing technique and the proper angle of hand entry. You can even acquire a certificate of swimming theory, beautifully framed in gold leaf, stating that you have believed in the principles of buoyancy with your whole heart and have successfully completed 120 credit hours of thinking about water. You can wear a T-shirt that says "I'm a Swimmer" with a little fish symbol. But the moment a mischievous friend—or an act of God, or a slippery pool deck—throws you into the deep end, that theoretical knowledge becomes spectacularly, hilariously useless. The books won't inflate and save you. The diploma is not a flotation device. The framed certificate will not turn into a life preserver and gently cradle you to safety. There is one thing, and one thing alone, that bridges the chasm between theory and survival: you must get in the water. You must flail, swallow a horrifying amount of chlorinated liquid, come up spluttering and embarrassed with your dignity floating somewhere near the diving board, and practice the strokes yourself. Again and again and again. The knowledge of swimming has never mastered a single stroke for a single human being. It has never pulled anyone to the side of the pool. It just sits there in the books, looking profound and smelling faintly of mildew, while the drowning man sinks to the bottom, his head full of elegant theories about the physics of arm rotation.
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  • THE CALVARY MINISTRY - ONLINE

    THE CROSS OF CALVARY
    🏼

    TUESDAY 28TH JULY, 2026

    ```TEXT: ROMANS 6:3-7```

    ```KEY VERSE:``` "Knowing this, that our old man is crucified with him, that the body of sin might be destroyed, that henceforth we should not serve sin" (ROMANS 6:6).

    Romans 6 takes us deeper into Calvary. We love to say “He was crucified for me,” but Paul says more — “our old man is crucified with him.” At Calvary there were not two crosses only; you were there. Your old man, your sinful nature, your Adam-life was nailed there too. God did not just forgive you; He ended you, to make you new. That is why baptism matters — it is your funeral and your resurrection.

    Three truths from being crucified with Him: One, the old man died at Calvary. “Our old man is crucified with him.” Not reformed, not suppressed, but crucified. The man you used to be — ruled by anger, lust, fear — died when Christ died. Two, sin’s body lost its power. “That the body of sin might be destroyed.” Destroyed here means made powerless, unemployed. Sin is still present, but its dominion is broken. The master that used to command you has lost his keys. Three, we are no longer slaves. “That henceforth we should not serve sin. For he that is dead is freed from sin.” A dead man cannot be a slave. You are dead to sin at Calvary and alive to God.

    Are you still serving a master that died on Friday? Still answering calls from a grave? Today, reckon what God already reckoned — you are dead to sin because you died with Christ, and alive to God. Stand in that truth. The Cross not only saved you, it changed you.

    Prayer
    Father, thank You that my old man was crucified with Christ. I am no longer who I was. I break agreement today with every sin that still seeks to rule me. I reckon myself dead indeed unto sin, but alive unto God through Jesus Christ my Lord. Let the life of Calvary live through me today, in Jesus’ name I pray. Amen.

    May the Lord show you your death with Christ and your life in Him today. May every chain of the old nature be broken, may sin lose its hold, and may you walk as a free man, alive unto righteousness, through Christ Jesus our Lord. Amen. 🏼
    THE CALVARY MINISTRY - ONLINE THE CROSS OF CALVARY 🙏🏼 TUESDAY 28TH JULY, 2026 📜```TEXT: ROMANS 6:3-7```📜 🔑📖```KEY VERSE:``` "Knowing this, that our old man is crucified with him, that the body of sin might be destroyed, that henceforth we should not serve sin" (ROMANS 6:6). Romans 6 takes us deeper into Calvary. We love to say “He was crucified for me,” but Paul says more — “our old man is crucified with him.” At Calvary there were not two crosses only; you were there. Your old man, your sinful nature, your Adam-life was nailed there too. God did not just forgive you; He ended you, to make you new. That is why baptism matters — it is your funeral and your resurrection. Three truths from being crucified with Him: One, the old man died at Calvary. “Our old man is crucified with him.” Not reformed, not suppressed, but crucified. The man you used to be — ruled by anger, lust, fear — died when Christ died. Two, sin’s body lost its power. “That the body of sin might be destroyed.” Destroyed here means made powerless, unemployed. Sin is still present, but its dominion is broken. The master that used to command you has lost his keys. Three, we are no longer slaves. “That henceforth we should not serve sin. For he that is dead is freed from sin.” A dead man cannot be a slave. You are dead to sin at Calvary and alive to God. Are you still serving a master that died on Friday? Still answering calls from a grave? Today, reckon what God already reckoned — you are dead to sin because you died with Christ, and alive to God. Stand in that truth. The Cross not only saved you, it changed you. Prayer Father, thank You that my old man was crucified with Christ. I am no longer who I was. I break agreement today with every sin that still seeks to rule me. I reckon myself dead indeed unto sin, but alive unto God through Jesus Christ my Lord. Let the life of Calvary live through me today, in Jesus’ name I pray. Amen. May the Lord show you your death with Christ and your life in Him today. May every chain of the old nature be broken, may sin lose its hold, and may you walk as a free man, alive unto righteousness, through Christ Jesus our Lord. Amen. 🙏🏼
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  • KENNETH COPELAND PAID FOR 800,000 TENT - Reinhard Bonnke
    On Saturday, February 18, 1984, we prepared for the dedication service for the world’s largest tent. As I waited with Anni and my father in a nearby trailer a knock came at my door. My friend Ray McCauley stood there with Kenneth and Gloria Copeland from Ft. Worth, Texas. I asked them to come in. They had been drawn to the reports of our work and had come to see it for themselves. “I want to support CfaN,” Kenneth said. “I preach to the saved, you preach to the unsaved. We should be partners. ”I thanked him for that. But honestly, I had no idea how incredibly powerful his words would prove to be over the decades to come.
    Later the news arrived from Cape Town. On Saturday, May 5, the tent erection was complete. That afternoon a storm of wind and rain descended. A few rips appeared in the fabric. They had been quickly repaired. As evening fell the wind increased. Gerhard Ganske, who was in charge of the tent’s anchor system, circled the tent checking the security of the cement reinforced anchors.
    Everything held securely.
    Milton Kasselman, the chief electrician, went inside the tent. It held the wind at bay. Overhead the twelve masts swayed slightly, as they should. He checked the mounted flood lamps and the speaker towers. All was well.
    Tent master, Kobus de Lange, and his assistant, Horst Kosanke, checked the miles of cables that counterbalanced all the forces of wind and gravity. They were doing their job. He ordered the crew back to their quarters to sleep and wait out the storm.
    Suddenly, at 4 a.m., they were awakened by the sound of ripping fabric. As they rushed outside, winds were ripping the tent to shreds. It was not a hurricane. It was not even a wind strong enough to cause normal alarm. The damage they were seeing seemed supernatural, as if evil demonic forces in the wind were violently attacking the structure.
    They watched helplessly as pieces came loose and flew across the surrounding city of Cape Town. By 9:30 a.m. only a few strands of fabric remained. All of the steel and cable structure remained unhurt. It looked like a huge skeleton with no skin or meat remaining on the bones. Some of the crew were reduced to uncontrolled weeping.
    Five years of focused labor was destroyed in five hours.
    The atmosphere became like being at a funeral. That Sunday morning churches across Cape Town mourned the loss. Their hopes had been raised so high only to be dashed to pieces by the demonic wind. Shreds of the world’s largest tent became collectors items for the residents of Cape Town. They were found scattered for miles downwind of the tent site.
    Curiosity seekers came to the sports field to see the destruction. Some laughed at the calamity. They stood in the high-rise balconies and on bridges and other vantage points from which to view it. Christians gathered on the grounds, weeping, falling to their knees beneath the steel structure, praying. News media made the story front page all that day and the next.
    I told my crew chief that God had given me a great peace about this event. He was to encourage the crew and to clean up the site and wait for my return.
    I returned to my office I found telephone calls, telegrams, cards, and letters from around the world waiting for me. The news of the disaster had gone as far as the news of the big tent. Most of the response was overwhelmingly encouraging. But a large minority of naysayers had their day.
    From the beginning I had dealt with the normal array of critics. Many people criticized the size of the tent. They said it wasn’t practical. It was too risky. The project ate money like a gambling machine. It was not good stewardship. The entire endeavor was ego driven.
    With this disaster, those people had much more to say.
    “This is God’s judgment on you.” “You’re out of the will of God.” “You’ve moved out from under the umbrella of divine protection.” “There is sin in your camp.” The one that hit the lowest came from a dear Pentecostal sister back in Germany. This lady had supported our work faithfully and substantially over the years. She wrote to tell me that she had seen pictures of the tent dedication in Soweto. The pictures showed that Anni had cut her hair. This sin, she said, had led to this disaster. She pledged that she would no longer send money to CfaN. She would only pray for our repentance. I must confess, that fiery dart of the Enemy got through my armor for a few days.
    Even some of my co-workers lost heart. They felt that we’d been overcome by the Enemy. This was one of our darkest days. A rumor circulated that Muslims from Valhalla had marched around our tent site and had called down a curse on it. No one could offer me proof, and I gave no credence to this report. I find that when people believe an urban legend like this, it is because they desperately want to believe it. They have lost sight of their God and Savior and His unlimited power and have looked at the wind and the waves. Like Peter, who started out so well in his walk on water, he began to sink. Some of our people sank right here.
    But here is the greater story of the Cape Town disaster. It was not a disaster at all! It was our greatest triumph!
    First, God held the weather at bay for a full three weeks.
    Local weathercasters described it as an “Indian summer.”
    Furthermore, the destruction of our canopy had made us a household word in Cape Town. The media had trumpeted our story to everyone. Incredible stories of believers taking pieces of our canopy and laying it on sick people and seeing them healed were told. Believers and sinners came by the droves to our meetings.
    I caught a flight to America. On the long trip I had a new surge of excitement in my soul. I reflected again on Kenneth Copeland’s prophecy that I would see a million souls won in a day. A million? It still seemed unthinkable. But if we were to see a million decisions in one crowd, the entire crowd would have to exceed that number considerably. Not everyone responded in a meeting. To accomplish it, many things about the way we ran a campaign would have to change. I began to feel sure that one of those changes involved moving CfaN from South Africa. The vision of the blood-washed Africa was coming closer to reality.
    Unfortunately, with so many powerful thoughts running through my head, I was too excited to sleep on the intercontinental flight.
    I had no sooner landed at the Dallas-Ft. Worth Airport than I was whisked away to a pastors’ conference hosted by Kenneth Copeland, already in progress. They seated me on the front row, and Kenneth greeted me. The TV cameras turned my way, and I was on the spot. This was not good. As he preached I was so hammered by jet lag that I pinched myself black and blue to keep my eyes open. It was sheer torment.
    After the meeting Kenneth and Gloria invited me to join them at a nice restaurant for dinner. I was too far gone to say no. Somehow I managed to keep moving and not fall prostrate. At dinner Kenneth told me he had heard about the tent. He asked me to tell him what happened. I told him how the fabric had failed in the wind. We had discovered that it had a design flaw. An insurance settlement was tied up in court. It would be years before we saw the verdict. In the meantime, Peter van den Berg had found a new fabric through a company in England that would hold in a hurricane.
    “How much will it cost?”
    “$800,000.”
    “The Lord has told me to give you what you need. I am giving you $800,000. Go buy a new top for the tent.”
    I was too stunned and too jet lagged to reply at first.
    “When God tells me to give, I get excited. He’s telling me to plant a seed in good soil with CfaN. My faith puts the seed in the ground where God directs. The harvest belongs to the Lord. And let me tell you, His harvest will sweep my little financial troubles away like so much chaff on the wind.
    Hallelujah! Praise God.”
    It did my heart good to hear this man of faith. “I believe that too,” I said.
    When I finally closed my eyes that night my happiness and exhaustion were complete and total. I felt like a body surfer picked up by a tsunami. As I drifted into fitful sleep, I heard my own voice speaking to Anni when we were in Singapore, “I am not worried about the tent. That’s what worries me. I should be worried about it, but I’m not. I feel nothing but peace.”
    The schedule for completing our new tent was set, thanks to the generous check from Kenneth Copeland. It allowed us to plan beyond 1985. The new canopy would be delivered and tested in time to erect both tents side by side in Harare. The big tent for the main meetings; the smaller yellow tent for counseling and follow-up.
    The Harare Sheraton and Conference Center would house our Fire Conference for evangelists with an auditorium seating 4,500.
    - Reinhard Bonnke (Living A Life Of Fire)
    KENNETH COPELAND PAID FOR 800,000 TENT ⛺🎪😲 - Reinhard Bonnke On Saturday, February 18, 1984, we prepared for the dedication service for the world’s largest tent. As I waited with Anni and my father in a nearby trailer a knock came at my door. My friend Ray McCauley stood there with Kenneth and Gloria Copeland from Ft. Worth, Texas. I asked them to come in. They had been drawn to the reports of our work and had come to see it for themselves. “I want to support CfaN,” Kenneth said. “I preach to the saved, you preach to the unsaved. We should be partners. ”I thanked him for that. But honestly, I had no idea how incredibly powerful his words would prove to be over the decades to come. Later the news arrived from Cape Town. On Saturday, May 5, the tent erection was complete. That afternoon a storm of wind and rain descended. A few rips appeared in the fabric. They had been quickly repaired. As evening fell the wind increased. Gerhard Ganske, who was in charge of the tent’s anchor system, circled the tent checking the security of the cement reinforced anchors. Everything held securely. Milton Kasselman, the chief electrician, went inside the tent. It held the wind at bay. Overhead the twelve masts swayed slightly, as they should. He checked the mounted flood lamps and the speaker towers. All was well. Tent master, Kobus de Lange, and his assistant, Horst Kosanke, checked the miles of cables that counterbalanced all the forces of wind and gravity. They were doing their job. He ordered the crew back to their quarters to sleep and wait out the storm. Suddenly, at 4 a.m., they were awakened by the sound of ripping fabric. As they rushed outside, winds were ripping the tent to shreds. It was not a hurricane. It was not even a wind strong enough to cause normal alarm. The damage they were seeing seemed supernatural, as if evil demonic forces in the wind were violently attacking the structure. They watched helplessly as pieces came loose and flew across the surrounding city of Cape Town. By 9:30 a.m. only a few strands of fabric remained. All of the steel and cable structure remained unhurt. It looked like a huge skeleton with no skin or meat remaining on the bones. Some of the crew were reduced to uncontrolled weeping. Five years of focused labor was destroyed in five hours. The atmosphere became like being at a funeral. That Sunday morning churches across Cape Town mourned the loss. Their hopes had been raised so high only to be dashed to pieces by the demonic wind. Shreds of the world’s largest tent became collectors items for the residents of Cape Town. They were found scattered for miles downwind of the tent site. Curiosity seekers came to the sports field to see the destruction. Some laughed at the calamity. They stood in the high-rise balconies and on bridges and other vantage points from which to view it. Christians gathered on the grounds, weeping, falling to their knees beneath the steel structure, praying. News media made the story front page all that day and the next. I told my crew chief that God had given me a great peace about this event. He was to encourage the crew and to clean up the site and wait for my return. I returned to my office I found telephone calls, telegrams, cards, and letters from around the world waiting for me. The news of the disaster had gone as far as the news of the big tent. Most of the response was overwhelmingly encouraging. But a large minority of naysayers had their day. From the beginning I had dealt with the normal array of critics. Many people criticized the size of the tent. They said it wasn’t practical. It was too risky. The project ate money like a gambling machine. It was not good stewardship. The entire endeavor was ego driven. With this disaster, those people had much more to say. “This is God’s judgment on you.” “You’re out of the will of God.” “You’ve moved out from under the umbrella of divine protection.” “There is sin in your camp.” The one that hit the lowest came from a dear Pentecostal sister back in Germany. This lady had supported our work faithfully and substantially over the years. She wrote to tell me that she had seen pictures of the tent dedication in Soweto. The pictures showed that Anni had cut her hair. This sin, she said, had led to this disaster. She pledged that she would no longer send money to CfaN. She would only pray for our repentance. I must confess, that fiery dart of the Enemy got through my armor for a few days. Even some of my co-workers lost heart. They felt that we’d been overcome by the Enemy. This was one of our darkest days. A rumor circulated that Muslims from Valhalla had marched around our tent site and had called down a curse on it. No one could offer me proof, and I gave no credence to this report. I find that when people believe an urban legend like this, it is because they desperately want to believe it. They have lost sight of their God and Savior and His unlimited power and have looked at the wind and the waves. Like Peter, who started out so well in his walk on water, he began to sink. Some of our people sank right here. But here is the greater story of the Cape Town disaster. It was not a disaster at all! It was our greatest triumph! First, God held the weather at bay for a full three weeks. Local weathercasters described it as an “Indian summer.” Furthermore, the destruction of our canopy had made us a household word in Cape Town. The media had trumpeted our story to everyone. Incredible stories of believers taking pieces of our canopy and laying it on sick people and seeing them healed were told. Believers and sinners came by the droves to our meetings. I caught a flight to America. On the long trip I had a new surge of excitement in my soul. I reflected again on Kenneth Copeland’s prophecy that I would see a million souls won in a day. A million? It still seemed unthinkable. But if we were to see a million decisions in one crowd, the entire crowd would have to exceed that number considerably. Not everyone responded in a meeting. To accomplish it, many things about the way we ran a campaign would have to change. I began to feel sure that one of those changes involved moving CfaN from South Africa. The vision of the blood-washed Africa was coming closer to reality. Unfortunately, with so many powerful thoughts running through my head, I was too excited to sleep on the intercontinental flight. I had no sooner landed at the Dallas-Ft. Worth Airport than I was whisked away to a pastors’ conference hosted by Kenneth Copeland, already in progress. They seated me on the front row, and Kenneth greeted me. The TV cameras turned my way, and I was on the spot. This was not good. As he preached I was so hammered by jet lag that I pinched myself black and blue to keep my eyes open. It was sheer torment. After the meeting Kenneth and Gloria invited me to join them at a nice restaurant for dinner. I was too far gone to say no. Somehow I managed to keep moving and not fall prostrate. At dinner Kenneth told me he had heard about the tent. He asked me to tell him what happened. I told him how the fabric had failed in the wind. We had discovered that it had a design flaw. An insurance settlement was tied up in court. It would be years before we saw the verdict. In the meantime, Peter van den Berg had found a new fabric through a company in England that would hold in a hurricane. “How much will it cost?” “$800,000.” “The Lord has told me to give you what you need. I am giving you $800,000. Go buy a new top for the tent.” I was too stunned and too jet lagged to reply at first. “When God tells me to give, I get excited. He’s telling me to plant a seed in good soil with CfaN. My faith puts the seed in the ground where God directs. The harvest belongs to the Lord. And let me tell you, His harvest will sweep my little financial troubles away like so much chaff on the wind. Hallelujah! Praise God.” It did my heart good to hear this man of faith. “I believe that too,” I said. When I finally closed my eyes that night my happiness and exhaustion were complete and total. I felt like a body surfer picked up by a tsunami. As I drifted into fitful sleep, I heard my own voice speaking to Anni when we were in Singapore, “I am not worried about the tent. That’s what worries me. I should be worried about it, but I’m not. I feel nothing but peace.” The schedule for completing our new tent was set, thanks to the generous check from Kenneth Copeland. It allowed us to plan beyond 1985. The new canopy would be delivered and tested in time to erect both tents side by side in Harare. The big tent for the main meetings; the smaller yellow tent for counseling and follow-up. The Harare Sheraton and Conference Center would house our Fire Conference for evangelists with an auditorium seating 4,500. - Reinhard Bonnke (Living A Life Of Fire)
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  • Here I Am, Send Me: A Call to Equip the Church Through Biblical Training
    Isaiah 6:8
    "Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying, 'Whom shall I send? And who will go for us?' And I said, 'Here am I. Send me!'" (Isaiah 6:8)
    Dear Brothers and Sisters in Christ,
    My name is Masirheni Robert Mahlaule. I am a 71-year-old South African Christian, a member of the Zion Christian Church (ZCC) since 1979, and an ordained preacher since 1997. For nearly five decades I have devoted my life to serving God and His people. Today, I write with humility and hope, seeking support to continue preparing myself for greater service through theological education.
    I survive on a government old-age grant of ZAR 2 400 (approximately 130 US dollars) per month, which is barely enough to cover my basic living expenses. As a result, I am unable to raise the funds required to pursue an Associate Bachelor's Degree in Divinity, despite my deep desire to continue learning and serving. I therefore appeal to generous individuals, churches, ministries, and Christian organizations to consider partnering with me in this important mission.
    My Journey of Faith
    My journey with Christ did not begin in a classroom or a seminary. It began through suffering.
    Before I joined the ZCC, I was seriously ill. I spent much of my time in and out of hospitals seeking medical help. Like many Africans in desperate circumstances, I also consulted traditional healers, hoping to find relief from my condition. Yet nothing seemed to work.
    When I eventually came to the ZCC, pastors prayed for me and laid hands on me. Within three days I could feel a remarkable difference. Week by week my condition improved, and before long I was back on my feet. God had touched my life.
    However, looking back, I realise that being healed was not the same as being converted. When I was baptised, I simply joined the church; I had not yet experienced true conversion.
    My genuine conversion came later through the preaching of the Gospel. The turning point was when the late Evangelist Billy Graham visited Johannesburg. Through his ministry I came to understand salvation through Jesus Christ in a deeper and more personal way. My faith became rooted not merely in church membership but in a personal relationship with the Lord Jesus Christ. From that time onward, my life was transformed.
    My Calling to Ministry
    As I grew in faith, I developed a strong desire to serve others. More than a decade after joining the church, I was ordained as a preacher. Since 1997 I have faithfully carried out the responsibilities entrusted to me.
    I have been authorised to preach the Word of God, pray for the sick, conduct funeral services, and minister to people in times of need. These responsibilities have brought me into contact with people from all walks of life, and they have taught me that the greatest need within the church is not merely growth in numbers but growth in biblical understanding.
    Over the years, I have witnessed the power of God's Word to transform lives. I have also witnessed the confusion and spiritual challenges that arise when church leaders lack adequate biblical training. This reality has strengthened my conviction that sound theological education is one of the most urgent needs facing the church today.
    The Challenge Facing the ZCC
    The Zion Christian Church is one of the largest churches in Africa, with millions of members. Throughout its history it has offered hope, healing, fellowship, and spiritual support to countless people.
    However, like many churches, it faces significant challenges. One of the most pressing is the shortage of adequately Bible-trained pastors and teachers.
    Where biblical knowledge is limited, misunderstandings and unchristian practices can emerge. Church leadership may work hard to address such issues, but without well-trained pastors who are grounded in Scripture, these challenges can persist from generation to generation.
    I firmly believe that the most effective antidote to error is not criticism but education. The church needs pastors who understand the Bible thoroughly and who can teach God's Word with wisdom, clarity, and conviction.
    Such training requires resources, commitment, and opportunities that are often beyond the reach of ordinary church members.
    Christianity and African Culture
    Another issue that often causes misunderstanding concerns the relationship between Christianity and African culture.
    Some Christians become concerned when they hear that African cultural practices have a place within African churches. They sometimes assume that all African culture is synonymous with ancestor veneration or other spiritual practices that they believe conflict with Christian teaching.
    I believe such assumptions oversimplify a much more complex reality.
    African culture is rich, diverse, and multifaceted. It cannot be reduced to a single belief, ritual, or worldview. Culture includes language, music, dress, family relationships, moral values, customs, community life, and many other aspects of human experience.
    It is helpful to recognise that culture operates on different levels. There is expressive culture, social culture, ethical culture, and ritual or spiritual culture.
    A church may wholeheartedly embrace African languages, music, customs of respect, family values, and community solidarity while still questioning or discouraging certain practices that carry particular religious significance.
    The real question is not whether African culture matters. It certainly does. The real question is whether any particular practice is consistent with biblical teaching about God, worship, and salvation.
    Christianity has always lived within cultures. Beginning in first-century Judaism, the Gospel spread into Greek, Roman, African, and Middle Eastern societies. The early church adopted local languages and social forms to communicate the Gospel effectively. At the same time, it rejected practices that conflicted with biblical faith.
    This challenge remains with us today. We must respect culture while remaining faithful to Scripture. We must distinguish between what is cultural and what is theological. Doing so requires mature leadership and sound biblical training.
    Why I Have Chosen to Remain in the ZCC
    Throughout my years of ministry, I have had opportunities to leave the ZCC and join churches with greater resources.
    On several occasions, leaders from other churches approached me with attractive offers. I was promised better financial support, housing, vehicles, and other incentives that would undoubtedly have improved my standard of living.
    Yet I declined those offers.
    I remained because I believe that God called me to serve where the need is greatest.
    Historically, the ZCC has served many ordinary Africans, including people who had little formal education. Many were drawn to African Initiated Churches because they felt misunderstood or marginalised during earlier periods of missionary activity.
    Some Africans were pressured to abandon traditional names in favour of European ones. Others faced difficult demands regarding family arrangements and cultural identity. Whether justified or not, many felt alienated.
    The ZCC became a spiritual home where they could worship God while maintaining aspects of their cultural identity.
    For this reason, I believe the church deserves leaders who can combine deep biblical faith with an understanding of the people they serve.
    My Vision for the Future
    My vision is simple but ambitious.
    I want to be part of a movement that equips pastors, Sunday School teachers, and church leaders with sound biblical knowledge.
    Recently, I completed a Sunday School Manual, which has been submitted to church headquarters for approval. My hope is that this resource will strengthen the teaching ministry of our church and help provide solid biblical foundations for the next generation.
    I also actively encourage pastors and church workers who are able to read and write to pursue theological education. Whenever possible, I introduce them to opportunities such as the Christian Leaders Institute (CLI) and other learning resources.
    Yet many faithful pastors face significant barriers. Some have limited educational backgrounds. Others cannot read or write English fluently, although they are capable ministers in their own African languages.
    My desire is to help bridge this gap. With further theological education, I hope to mentor, train, and encourage these servants of God, enabling them to minister more effectively within their communities.
    My Appeal for Sponsorship
    This is why I am seeking sponsorship for my Associate Bachelor's Degree in Divinity.
    At my age, some may wonder why I still wish to study. My answer is simple: because the need remains great, and God has not withdrawn His calling from my life.
    I may be seventy-one years old, but I still possess a passion for learning, teaching, and serving. I believe that additional theological training will equip me to contribute even more effectively to the church and to the preparation of future leaders.
    Unfortunately, my financial circumstances make it impossible for me to pay the required fees. My old-age grant barely covers daily living expenses, leaving no funds available for further education.
    I therefore humbly ask any individual, church, ministry, educational institution, or Christian organisation that shares my vision to consider assisting me financially.
    Your contribution would not simply support one elderly student. It would help equip a preacher who is committed to training and encouraging others. The benefits would extend beyond me to pastors, teachers, church members, and communities that may never have access to formal theological training.
    Conclusion
    For many years, I have attempted to serve faithfully wherever God has placed me. I have prayed for the sick, preached the Gospel, buried the dead, taught believers, and encouraged church leaders. I have sacrificed opportunities for personal gain because I believe my calling is here among the people of the ZCC.
    Today I ask for your partnership.
    As Isaiah responded to God's call centuries ago, my response remains the same:
    "Here I am. Send me."
    My willingness to serve is unwavering. My vision is clear. My need is genuine.
    With your support, I can obtain the education necessary to strengthen my ministry and help equip others for the work of God's Kingdom.
    Thank you for considering my request and for taking the time to hear my story.
    Yours faithfully,
    Masirheni Robert Mahlaule
    ZCC Preacher and Candidate for an Associate Bachelor's Degree in Divinity
    Email: mahlaulemr11@outlook.com
    Cellphone: +27 65 8100 498

    Here I Am, Send Me: A Call to Equip the Church Through Biblical Training Isaiah 6:8 "Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying, 'Whom shall I send? And who will go for us?' And I said, 'Here am I. Send me!'" (Isaiah 6:8) Dear Brothers and Sisters in Christ, My name is Masirheni Robert Mahlaule. I am a 71-year-old South African Christian, a member of the Zion Christian Church (ZCC) since 1979, and an ordained preacher since 1997. For nearly five decades I have devoted my life to serving God and His people. Today, I write with humility and hope, seeking support to continue preparing myself for greater service through theological education. I survive on a government old-age grant of ZAR 2 400 (approximately 130 US dollars) per month, which is barely enough to cover my basic living expenses. As a result, I am unable to raise the funds required to pursue an Associate Bachelor's Degree in Divinity, despite my deep desire to continue learning and serving. I therefore appeal to generous individuals, churches, ministries, and Christian organizations to consider partnering with me in this important mission. My Journey of Faith My journey with Christ did not begin in a classroom or a seminary. It began through suffering. Before I joined the ZCC, I was seriously ill. I spent much of my time in and out of hospitals seeking medical help. Like many Africans in desperate circumstances, I also consulted traditional healers, hoping to find relief from my condition. Yet nothing seemed to work. When I eventually came to the ZCC, pastors prayed for me and laid hands on me. Within three days I could feel a remarkable difference. Week by week my condition improved, and before long I was back on my feet. God had touched my life. However, looking back, I realise that being healed was not the same as being converted. When I was baptised, I simply joined the church; I had not yet experienced true conversion. My genuine conversion came later through the preaching of the Gospel. The turning point was when the late Evangelist Billy Graham visited Johannesburg. Through his ministry I came to understand salvation through Jesus Christ in a deeper and more personal way. My faith became rooted not merely in church membership but in a personal relationship with the Lord Jesus Christ. From that time onward, my life was transformed. My Calling to Ministry As I grew in faith, I developed a strong desire to serve others. More than a decade after joining the church, I was ordained as a preacher. Since 1997 I have faithfully carried out the responsibilities entrusted to me. I have been authorised to preach the Word of God, pray for the sick, conduct funeral services, and minister to people in times of need. These responsibilities have brought me into contact with people from all walks of life, and they have taught me that the greatest need within the church is not merely growth in numbers but growth in biblical understanding. Over the years, I have witnessed the power of God's Word to transform lives. I have also witnessed the confusion and spiritual challenges that arise when church leaders lack adequate biblical training. This reality has strengthened my conviction that sound theological education is one of the most urgent needs facing the church today. The Challenge Facing the ZCC The Zion Christian Church is one of the largest churches in Africa, with millions of members. Throughout its history it has offered hope, healing, fellowship, and spiritual support to countless people. However, like many churches, it faces significant challenges. One of the most pressing is the shortage of adequately Bible-trained pastors and teachers. Where biblical knowledge is limited, misunderstandings and unchristian practices can emerge. Church leadership may work hard to address such issues, but without well-trained pastors who are grounded in Scripture, these challenges can persist from generation to generation. I firmly believe that the most effective antidote to error is not criticism but education. The church needs pastors who understand the Bible thoroughly and who can teach God's Word with wisdom, clarity, and conviction. Such training requires resources, commitment, and opportunities that are often beyond the reach of ordinary church members. Christianity and African Culture Another issue that often causes misunderstanding concerns the relationship between Christianity and African culture. Some Christians become concerned when they hear that African cultural practices have a place within African churches. They sometimes assume that all African culture is synonymous with ancestor veneration or other spiritual practices that they believe conflict with Christian teaching. I believe such assumptions oversimplify a much more complex reality. African culture is rich, diverse, and multifaceted. It cannot be reduced to a single belief, ritual, or worldview. Culture includes language, music, dress, family relationships, moral values, customs, community life, and many other aspects of human experience. It is helpful to recognise that culture operates on different levels. There is expressive culture, social culture, ethical culture, and ritual or spiritual culture. A church may wholeheartedly embrace African languages, music, customs of respect, family values, and community solidarity while still questioning or discouraging certain practices that carry particular religious significance. The real question is not whether African culture matters. It certainly does. The real question is whether any particular practice is consistent with biblical teaching about God, worship, and salvation. Christianity has always lived within cultures. Beginning in first-century Judaism, the Gospel spread into Greek, Roman, African, and Middle Eastern societies. The early church adopted local languages and social forms to communicate the Gospel effectively. At the same time, it rejected practices that conflicted with biblical faith. This challenge remains with us today. We must respect culture while remaining faithful to Scripture. We must distinguish between what is cultural and what is theological. Doing so requires mature leadership and sound biblical training. Why I Have Chosen to Remain in the ZCC Throughout my years of ministry, I have had opportunities to leave the ZCC and join churches with greater resources. On several occasions, leaders from other churches approached me with attractive offers. I was promised better financial support, housing, vehicles, and other incentives that would undoubtedly have improved my standard of living. Yet I declined those offers. I remained because I believe that God called me to serve where the need is greatest. Historically, the ZCC has served many ordinary Africans, including people who had little formal education. Many were drawn to African Initiated Churches because they felt misunderstood or marginalised during earlier periods of missionary activity. Some Africans were pressured to abandon traditional names in favour of European ones. Others faced difficult demands regarding family arrangements and cultural identity. Whether justified or not, many felt alienated. The ZCC became a spiritual home where they could worship God while maintaining aspects of their cultural identity. For this reason, I believe the church deserves leaders who can combine deep biblical faith with an understanding of the people they serve. My Vision for the Future My vision is simple but ambitious. I want to be part of a movement that equips pastors, Sunday School teachers, and church leaders with sound biblical knowledge. Recently, I completed a Sunday School Manual, which has been submitted to church headquarters for approval. My hope is that this resource will strengthen the teaching ministry of our church and help provide solid biblical foundations for the next generation. I also actively encourage pastors and church workers who are able to read and write to pursue theological education. Whenever possible, I introduce them to opportunities such as the Christian Leaders Institute (CLI) and other learning resources. Yet many faithful pastors face significant barriers. Some have limited educational backgrounds. Others cannot read or write English fluently, although they are capable ministers in their own African languages. My desire is to help bridge this gap. With further theological education, I hope to mentor, train, and encourage these servants of God, enabling them to minister more effectively within their communities. My Appeal for Sponsorship This is why I am seeking sponsorship for my Associate Bachelor's Degree in Divinity. At my age, some may wonder why I still wish to study. My answer is simple: because the need remains great, and God has not withdrawn His calling from my life. I may be seventy-one years old, but I still possess a passion for learning, teaching, and serving. I believe that additional theological training will equip me to contribute even more effectively to the church and to the preparation of future leaders. Unfortunately, my financial circumstances make it impossible for me to pay the required fees. My old-age grant barely covers daily living expenses, leaving no funds available for further education. I therefore humbly ask any individual, church, ministry, educational institution, or Christian organisation that shares my vision to consider assisting me financially. Your contribution would not simply support one elderly student. It would help equip a preacher who is committed to training and encouraging others. The benefits would extend beyond me to pastors, teachers, church members, and communities that may never have access to formal theological training. Conclusion For many years, I have attempted to serve faithfully wherever God has placed me. I have prayed for the sick, preached the Gospel, buried the dead, taught believers, and encouraged church leaders. I have sacrificed opportunities for personal gain because I believe my calling is here among the people of the ZCC. Today I ask for your partnership. As Isaiah responded to God's call centuries ago, my response remains the same: "Here I am. Send me." My willingness to serve is unwavering. My vision is clear. My need is genuine. With your support, I can obtain the education necessary to strengthen my ministry and help equip others for the work of God's Kingdom. Thank you for considering my request and for taking the time to hear my story. Yours faithfully, Masirheni Robert Mahlaule ZCC Preacher and Candidate for an Associate Bachelor's Degree in Divinity Email: mahlaulemr11@outlook.com Cellphone: +27 65 8100 498
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