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Nothing is too difficult with God

 

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“For Nothing is Impossible with God.” Luke 1:37 

OUR FESTIVAL MIRACLE

Unknown author

We were at Lake Ozark, Missouri, for our churches annual 8 day celebration. My husband Leo and I sang in the Choir. On Tuesday morning we sang backup music to open the worship service. We had just finished practicing for choir and I came down from the stage to my seat for church services. It wasn’t long before Mrs. Petcu (my daughter’s mother-in-law) was at the end of our isle motioning for me to come to her. She said, “I noticed you smiling and waving and thought maybe you haven’t heard.” I said, “Heard what?” She said, “Ronda (my daughter) and Matt (my grandson) were in a camper that blew-up and have been taken to the hospital.” My heart just almost stopped! She continued saying that they were in an explosion/implosion and they were burned. I started looking around for Stacy (my daughter) and she was looking for me. We found each other just about the same time the announcement for prayers for my daughter, her son and the Mitchell’s, some good friends of ours, came over the speaker. My heart fell to the floor and my knees went weak.

I asked my husband and my brother to watch Stacy’s son. Stacy and I went to the hospital. They weren’t there. They transferred them to another hospital up in Columbia. They were immediately placed in the Burn Unit. Now I was frantic and the only thing I could think was , “Oh God, please let them be OK!

I came out of that driveway and went the wrong way to Columbia, which turned out to be good because Stacy saw our friend, Donny, who pulled over, so did we, and we found out what happened.

Ronda and Matt were having breakfast with Donny and Donny’s parents and Grandma. As they were eating their eggs, Mrs. Jean Mitchell (Donny’s mom), smelled gas, and Mr. Don Mitchell (Donny’s dad), said he would check it out. He lit a match and the gas exploded. Donny was telling me that Ronda was O.K., but Matt was burned a couple of places on his face and that he was coming from the hospital and Ronda needed clothes for her and Matt, and Donny needed to go see how Mom and Grandma were. I said, “O.K., you go see about them. We’ll get clothes and go to Columbia.

I still didn’t know what to expect on how bad Matt had been burned, so I was in a hurry. I’m glad Stacy was driving.

We got to the hotel and got a little resistance until I told them the circumstances, and the lady at the desk said oh she hoped everything would be all right. She heard about the explosion/implosion over the CB radio.

It took forever to get to Columbia! We went into the ER and they said they weren’t there yet. The ambulance they would have traveled in was outside, so after waiting way too long in the ER I was going to find admitting or someone else who could tell me something when the ER person said, “Oh, they took them straight up to the burn unit.” It scared me some more! I think I held my breath going up the elevator!

The doors opened and with instant relief but still much concerned, I saw Matt standing down the hall with this way too big blue hospital shirt on. He was burned on the left side of his face, his hair was matted where it was burned, his eyelids were red and puffy, and he was just standing there drinking some water. Then I turned and saw Ronda sitting on a chair with hardly anything wrong, just some minor cuts and matted hair. Then she told me they still had Don, Sr. in the room. I got permission to see him. His hands were bandaged and IV’s were going. He had some second degree burns but that didn’t stop him from giving me a big smile! Then the nurse came in and said after he got a shot he could leave too.

I thanked God and I thanked God and I thanked God!

Later my husband and I went over to the trailer camper and when we saw it we couldn’t believe it! It was TOTALED! The camper had glass blown everywhere, the walls were bowed out. Cabinets were off the wall. It was a mess!

Mrs. Mitchell told us that she smelled gas, she was standing at the sink and her husband was below the sink looking at the tank. Matt was sitting behind them and to one side. When Don Sr. went to check the pilot…BOOM…. Matt said he saw a blue ball come right at him as cabinets blew off the wall and fell into the chair where he was sitting. (He ducked his head which kept a cabinet from hitting him.) The fire wrapped around Jeans ankles as Ronda grabbed Matt and raced out the door. Donny pulled grandma out while he was trying put out the fire in her hair at the same time. Don, Sr. took the full blast on his face and hands, and then had to get into his pocket for keys to get to the big tanks to shut them off, breaking blisters that had already formed. I didn’t know until later that Donny’s ear was burned in the fire also.

People who were camping to one side of them emptied 4 fire extinguishers and put out the fire, keeping it from the big tanks. People on the other side were catching victims as they jumped out of the demolished camper. The fire department said they expected to find everyone dead, that with an explosion/implosion like that usually no one survived. The EMT’s said that they must have been protected by angels.

God had His angels there protecting them!

An angel stood between Don,Sr. and the blast!

An angel held the cabinet just long enough to protect Matt as Ronda pulled him from that chair!

An angel directed the blast towards the back window, blowing it out of the camper, and keeping everyone from being severely burned!

An angel kept the fire away from the big tanks until Don could turn them off!

Yes, the angels were very busy that day, and so were the thousands of members who were praying for all the injured people heading to the hospital.Before they were transported from the accident scene they were all anointed by our minister. Mr. Petcu had anointed Don, Sr. and Matt and Ronda at Lake Ozark Hospital and on the ride to Columbia, Mo. Don, Sr. said he couldn’t feel the pain. God was already intervening and healing!

For the remaining 6 days of that Festival I thanked God every day! When we sang praises to Him I sang with all my heart! There were six people in that camper trailer, and I don’t know how many angels, but to this very day I thank God, and I thank God, and I thank God.

NEVER UNDERESTIMATE THE POWER OF YOUR ACTIONS

Author Unknown

One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, “Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd.” I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on.

As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him. He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes. My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him and as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye. As I handed him his glasses, I said, “Those guys are jerks. They really should get lives.” He looked at me and said, “Thanks!”

There was a big smile on his face. It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude. I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private school. I would have never hung out with a private school kid before.

We talked all the way home, and I carried his books. He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play football on Saturday with me and my friends. He said yes. We hung all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him, and my friends thought the same of him.

Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, “Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!” He just laughed and handed me half the books.

Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends. When we were seniors, we began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I was going to Duke. I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem. He was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship.

Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation. I was so glad it wasn’t me having to get up there and speak. Graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great. He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him. Boy, sometimes I was jealous. Today was one of those days.

I could see that he was nervous about his speech. So, I smacked him on the back and said, “Hey, big guy, you’ll be great!” He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled. “Thanks,” he said.

As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began. “Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach…but mostly your friends. I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story.”

I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met. He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn’t have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home. He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile. “Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable. “I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment. I saw his mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize it’s depth.

Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture you can change a person’s life, for better or for worse. God puts us all in each other’s lives to impact one another in some way. Look for God in others.

From: gatewaytojesus.com

Miracales Happen

 

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Miracales Happen

 

“The scholarship is only for the rural students as mentioned in the application form”, said Prof S.V. Nagendra Rao, The manager of the trust which provides scholarship to Rural students.
Not ready to go, and wanting to explain that I indeed deserve for the scholarship, I said, “I want to continue my education.” Looking at my details filled in my application he asked “You are an urbanite and come from good school, I said that was my past when things were all green.
Now, what happened? Now things changed. My dad underwent huge loss in business; we had sold out everything and have nothing in our hands. My Mom is in her brother’s house who is a lecturer in a village. That’s how I got this form. My Mother, a homemaker and a heart patient wanted to do everything to support my education but her health would not let her to do. My dad was in his brother’s house. I am in my Grandparents house who were taken care by my uncle. I could feel the burden on them but as a girl I could not go anywhere outside. Family was totally split. I had a good percentage despite the tragic situations happened in my house. . My relatives are kind enough to provide the shelter though they were not comfortable. It would be too much to ask them for my education when they have their own families to find bread and butter, in fact they were suggesting me to work.
There was lot of questions to my Mom asked by my relatives? Why your Husband did like this despite having good job. My Mom had tough time answering them. Call Centers/BPO was in full bloom in India which offered great salaries to people who were good at communication skills. I was suggested to get into job so that I can look up my family. But I don’t want to work. I want to continue my education sir. It isn’t a great deal for someone who had seen difficulties at young age or born in poverty family. But, the thing is I was born with a silver spoon. To see this kind of sudden tragedies would be too much to handle. I had what I wanted in fact more than what I asked for just 1 year ago. All of sudden losing everything really took a lot from me. My dad is not in a position to worry about my education. But I and Mom tried everything in spite of all our criticisms from our relatives. When my cousins who had less percentage were bribed and sent to good colleges. But I was allocated seat based on my percentage in one of the reputed colleges. I was burning up internally when I had considered all these things.
I thought I will ask my friends But they are too young to understand what happened to my family. In fact I myself am not clear as what is happening. My Mom repeatedly asked my relatives for help. None were ready to help except asking big questions like why it happened?
Finally, my mom had arranged for the money from my uncle she was adamant when that day is the last day to pay the fees and promised to return the money somehow. My fee for the current year is already paid. I have come to you in the middle of the year. But this is my first year. How about for the next year? I wanted some financial support for my education going forward. I would be happy if someone lends money for my education without regrets. I don’t want to burden anyone.
Ok, “you would be granted the scholarship”. Study well all the very best. If your percentage is too good we will grant the fund till you complete your higher studies or at least make arrangements for education loans.

I was granted scholarship for my second year studies and new books as well to continue my education. Everything was smooth and kind with respect to expenses. I believe that, than your grades it’s your willingness to not to quit that should be identified and supported. I still don’t understand with what guts I spoke to the manager being that young. But that’s how things work and get you going when you want something that you deserve and when you are constantly striving for it honestly with all the efforts. You receive help from sources unknown and sources untraced. My education trust which funded me is an excellent example. If everything gets you down, god will not let you down when you deserve something and you are striving for it. I started staying in my relative’s house when we sold our house. I stayed in my mom’s brother house and mom’s sister house during my 8th, 9th and 10th standard. I was in my grandparents’ house during my pre-university that is for a period of two years. I finally completed my engineering in my own home with fair good percentage. During my engineering, we somehow managed to rent a house and though my dad was not working as he was deeply depressed or lost in his life. Food grains were given by aunt for almost three year that’s something too big. Even a small note book was a gift to me. I still appreciate relatives and friends who brought me note books. When you are not ready to give up something and if your views are strong and honest you will receive all the help from the world in magical ways. You will muster all courage to talk to anyone in any situation without being thought, because your talks will be from the heart and real. It might seem a very small amount today but that day it was huge blessing at that time. I used to feel happy even for the slightest help that I was receiving. Slowly when my relatives realized that I was not a girl who gives up things easily they also started supporting in big or small ways. Today I am blessed to realize even the smallest things that happen to me. Only I know how I happy I feel when good things happen. I value everything big or small. Life seems to be blessing and every day I am getting better and wiser.

From: www.values.com.

 

Faith Can Do Miracles

 

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Luke 8: 40-56; in harmony with Mark 5: 22-24; 35-43

Jairus’ Daughter Raised, a Woman Healed

40And it came to pass, that, when Jesus was returned, the people gladly received him: for they were all waiting for him. 41And, behold, there came a man named Jairus, and he was a ruler of the synagogue: and he fell down at Jesus’ feet, and sought him that he would come into his house: 42For he had one only daughter, about twelve years of age, and she lay a dying. But as he went the people thronged him.43And a woman having an issue of blood twelve years, which had spent all her living on physicians, neither could be healed of any, 44Came behind him, and touched the border of his garment: and immediately her issue of blood stanched. 45And Jesus said, Who touched me? When all denied, Peter and they that were with him said, Master, the multitude throng you and press you, and say you, Who touched me? 46And Jesus said, Somebody has touched me: for I perceive that virtue is gone out of me. 47And when the woman saw that she was not hid, she came trembling, and falling down before him, she declared to him before all the people for what cause she had touched him, and how she was healed immediately. 48And he said to her, Daughter, be of good comfort: your faith has made you whole; go in peace.49While he yet spoke, there comes one from the ruler of the synagogue’s house, saying to him, Your daughter is dead; trouble not the Master. 50But when Jesus heard it, he answered him, saying, Fear not: believe only, and she shall be made whole. 51And when he came into the house, he suffered no man to go in, save Peter, and James, and John, and the father and the mother of the maiden. 52And all wept, and bewailed her: but he said, Weep not; she is not dead, but sleeps. 53And they laughed him to scorn, knowing that she was dead. 54And he put them all out, and took her by the hand, and called, saying, Maid, arise. 55And her spirit came again, and she arose straightway: and he commanded to give her meat. 56And her parents were astonished: but he charged them that they should tell no man what was done.

Jairus Daughter
Mark 5:22-24, 35-43
Intro.

Jairus a ruler of the synagogue, a holy man, one that believed in God. A man acquainted with problems such as his own. There were many from his synagogue over the years that he had tried to comfort when they had lost loved ones.

His daughter lay sick in bed. They had tried everything they knew to do. The doctors had finally said, “It’s no use she’s dying.” Any parent that has ever had a child sick knows what took place then. He may have questioned God, or even blamed God for his misfortune. A feeling of anger mixed with self-pity.

Wanting to scream and holler but not knowing who to scream and holler at. A feeling of helplessness and yet a great desire to do something but not knowing what to do.

Sometime not long before he had heard of a man that had the power to heal. He had healed a man with a withered hand. And of course there was a tale about an insane man that lived among the tombs, they said this man healed him. Whether he is a true prophet or whether he is a charlatan he didn’t know all he knew was that his daughter was sick and he needed help.

(The story of a pastor when his daughter was in a coma and taken to the emergency room. How he bowed his head and began to pray as a good preacher or pastor would. He was confident that the medical staff was competent and felt his daughter would be up and around in a short time. But during his prayer he heard the nurse say, “Doctor we’re losing her, her pulse is getting weak, and she’s turning blue.”

It was at this time that he knew things were serious and that healing was out of the hands of these doctors and nurses. He said there was a metal grating on the windows and he turned and leaped up on it and began to cry out to the one who had the power to heal all sickness. He cried out unto the Lord, “please Lord save my daughter.”

He said as he was praying he heard another voice, and the nurse said why Doctor_Jones_ what are you doing here? To which the doctor answered, “I really don’t know, I was driving by when I felt that someone needed me here.” The nurse explained that there was a cyst pressing against the brain and growing rapidly.

He said, “If only I had my tools with me,” and then,”why here they are in my pocket.” He went in at the base of her skull and relieved the pressure and she began immediately to improve. She was awake and wanting to go home in a matter of hours.)

I believe that Jairus was experiencing the same thing; he had come to the window with metal grating and screaming inside for healing for his daughter. He had gone out to seek this one who everyone was talking about, it wasn’t hard to find him just look for the biggest crowd you ever saw, he’d be there.

He came upon him suddenly he had no time to think about what he was going to ask or how to put it in words. He fell at the feet of Jesus and began to plead with him for his daughter, “My little daughter lieth at the point of death: I pray thee, come and lay thy hands on her, that she may be healed; and she shall live.”

He had probably rehearsed in his mind what he was going to say, to be poised and very politely ask if Jesus would come. But all of our dignity goes out the window when we come face to face with Jesus. There is no way to be dignified with tears streaming down our face and we are on our knees begging for help.

He agreed to go home with Jairus but before they had gone far a woman in the crowd had reached out and touched Jesus. Not his body but her hand had touched the hem of his garments and she was cured of her issue of blood. And Jesus had actually felt her touch through his garments it certainly seemed miraculous.

Jairus’ spirits were lifted and he felt maybe now my daughter will be healed. But Satan will not allow us to enjoy good news for long; a message is on the way that will burst Jairus’ bubble.

I. The Message: “Thy daughter is dead: why troublest thou the Master any further?” Your daughter is dead, why bother this teacher any further. In other words he cannot help you now.

I’ve never lost a child but I can imagine after losing a grandson that the pain would seem more than I can bear. One of those times when you feel as if the whole world is sitting on your chest and you have trouble breathing. Jairus’ world had just caved in on top of him; he must have been so grief stricken he didn’t know what to say.

He looked at Jesus not knowing what to say, feeling that he was about to waste his time for nothing. And Jesus looked him in the eye and said, “Be not afraid, only believe.” Now to you and I, I don’t know how these words would affect us from someone else.

But I believe that Jesus speaking to this man the words would be powerful. As to whether there was something about his voice, for even his enemies said no man spake like this man, or maybe it was how he seemed totally confident in everything he said and done that day. But I can just imagine that Jairus’ heart began to fill with faith, he believed in this man called Jesus.

Can you remember back to that day when this historical Jesus became real to your heart and you knew suddenly that there was nothing beyond his power and control? You knew that this man could heal, he could cast out demons and he could even walk on water, this is not merely a man but he is God in the flesh. I don’t know about you but he went from a good man to an awesome God in my life.

But let’s return to Jairus, he had been leading Jesus to his home but now he realizes he is a follower. He no longer is telling Jesus what needs to be done but he is looking to Jesus for comfort. Hoping he’ll say something that he can cling to but enjoying being in the presence of this holy Son of God.
II. The Miracle:
They traveled as a small tight knit group, traveling as men on a mission. There was James, John, Peter, and Jairus following Jesus. He enters the house of Jairus and immediately is confronted by the professional mourners. They scream and they wail and tears are flowing. The tears come from Jairus’ wife and the servants of the house. A child has been taken in death.

It is a hardhearted sinner that does not weep when death takes one so young and tender. Seeing her just days before playing and laughing and having a wonderful time, and now to think that her life has been snuffed out as one might blow out a candle.

But Jesus does not react to the clamour as you and I might have. But instead he demands, “Why make ye this ado, and weep? The damsel is not dead, but sleepeth.” Now death is a serious business and for this stranger to make such a statement seemed utterly absurd who does he think he is? They thought he was a man who had lost his senses and they began to laugh him to scorn.

He entered the bedroom with the father and mother and his three disciples. We have to wonder what was in the minds of these as they entered the bedroom. Jairus with a new found faith believing that Jesus would raise his daughter. His wife was probably troubled the most she had watched her child breathe her last breath and yet her husband seemed now confident that the answer was in this man called Jesus.

What about the disciples they had seen him heal but here they were thinking death is the end what can he do. When life has gone from the body the spirit may linger but to say she is but sleeping? They too must have watched in amazement can he actually raise the dead?

That which is impossible with man is but a word for our Lord. He that said, “Let their be light and there was.” Is none other than that great who breathed into a mass of clay and it became a living soul? Is anything too hard for God? He took her hand and said Talitha cumi and she opened her eyes and raised up and walked.

The Bible says they were greatly astonished. They had never imagined they would ever see such a miracle. Who is this man called Jesus? John describes him this way. John 1:1-4, “ In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. The same was in the beginning with God. All things were made by him; and without him was not any thing made that was made. In him was life; and the life was the light of men.” What a Savior. Reference: Pastor Robert Baldwin, Sermons on Death.

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