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"YOUR POTENTIALS HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH WHAT YOU HAVE ACHIEVED, RATHER IT HAS EVERYTHING TO DO WITH WHAT YOU ARE ABLE TO ACCOMPLISH, BUT HAVEN'T ACCOMPLISHED YET."
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IF MY PEOPLE ...
"Likewise the Spirit also helpeth our infirmities: for we know not what we should pray for as we ought: but the Spirit itself maketh intercession for us with groanings which cannot be uttered. And he that searcheth the hearts knoweth what is the mind of the Spirit, because he maketh intercession for the saints according to the will of God" (Romans 8:26-27).
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U-TUBE VIDEO MESSAGE CENTER: NEW TEACHINGS FROM DR. BROWN. |
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LogoRhema Snippets
Thursday, June 11, 2009.
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Prayer is...
Prayer lifts Christian activities
from the realm of human effort to the divine
realm.
Prayer is the key of the morning, and
the bolt of the night.
Prayer moves the arm that moves the
world.
Prayer is the daily gymnasium of the
soul.
Prayer's secret is secret prayer.
Prayer is the soul's sincere desire,
unuttered or unexpressed; the motion of a
hidden fire that trembles in the breast.
Prayer is the burden of a sigh, the
falling of a tear, the upward glancing of an
eye, when none but God is near.
Prayer is the simplest form of a
speech that infants can try.
Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice
returning from his ways, while angels in
their songs rejoiceand cry "Behold he prays!"
Prayer is the Christian's vital
breath, the Christian's native air, his
watchword at the gates of death; he enters
heaven with prayer.
O thou by whom we come to God,
the Life, the Truth, the Way; the path of
prayer thyself hast trod: Lord , teach us to
pray!
Amen!
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Holy Humor.
It seems that there was a little old church
out in the countryside: painted white and
with a high steeple.
One Sunday, the pastor noticed that
his church needed painting. He checked out
the Sunday ads and found a paint sale. The
next day, he went into town and bought a
gallon of white paint. He went back out to
the church and began the job.
He got done with the first side. It
was looking great. But he noticed he had
already used a half gallon. He didn't want to
run back in town and being the creative
person that he was, he found a gallon of
thinner in the shed out back, and began to
thin his paint.
It worked out great. He finished the
remaining three sides with that last half
gallon of paint.
That night, it rained: it rained
hard. The next morning when he stepped
outside of the parsonage to admire his work,
he saw that the first side was looking great,
but that the paint on the other three sides
had washed away.
The pastor looked up in sky in
anguish and cried out, "What shall I do?"
A voice came back from the heavens
saying, "Repaint, and thin no more!"
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