Life's Challenges - Stories - Jesus
| God's Geese | Who Am I? | |||
| John 3:16 | Who is This Man? | |||
| One Solitary Life | ||||
| The Pit | ||||
| This Man "Jesus" |
This Man "Jesus"
2000 years ago there was a man born contrary to the laws
of nature.
This man was reared in obscurity. Earthly riches were
not important to Him.
He did not travel extensively, only once did He cross
the boundary of the country in which He lived and that
was during His exile in childhood to Egypt.
In infancy, He startled a king;
In childhood, He amazed Jewish leaders; In manhood, He
ruled the course of nature, walking upon the billows as
if pavement. He hushed the sea to sleep.
He healed multitudes without medicine and made no charge
for His service.
He never wrote a book, and yet all the libraries of the
country could not hold the books that have been written
about Him, He never wrote a song, and yet He has
furnished the theme for more songs than all the
songwriters combined.
He never founded a college, but all the schools put
together cannot boast of having as many students.
He never practiced psychiatry and yet He has healed more
broken hearts than all the doctors far and near. Names
of great scientists, philosophers and theologians have
come and gone; but the Name of this Man abounds more and
more.
Herod the Great could not destroy Him and the grave
could not hold Him.
His Name stands highest of Heavenly glory, acknowledged
by angels and feared by devils.
"For the life of the flesh is in the blood and I have
given it to you upon the altar to make atonement for
your souls; for it is the blood that maketh an atonement
for the soul."
As the living personal Christ, the Messiah and Savior,
the Redeemer of Man:
Here is God's appointed sacrifice for sins.
Long ago, God's divine principle was established that
"without the shedding of blood, there is no remission."
Today God, in wondrous love, tells us, "The blood of
Jesus Christ His Son, cleanseth us from all sin."
Jesus is the only One that has fulfilled all of the
Scriptures regarding Messiah's birth, ministry, death
and resurrection. There are over 300 prophetic
Scriptures in the Old Testament concerning messiah's
incarnation.
Jesus fulfilled them all.
Great is the mystery of godliness. God was manifest in
the flesh in order that He might die for you.
He came to earth but was rejected by the people as their
king at that time.
He is going to come to this earth again, and then He
will be accepted as, not only King of the Jews but as
King of Kings and Lord of Lords.
Author Unknown
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One Solitary Life
He was born in an obscure village, the Child of a
peasant woman. He grew up in another village, where He
worked in a carpenter's shop
until He was thirty. Then for three years, He was an
itinerant preacher. He never wrote a book. He
never held an office. He never had a family, or owned a
home. He didn't go to college. He never visited a big
city. He never traveled two hundred miles from the
place where He was born. He did none of the things
that usually accompany greatness. He had no credentials
but Himself.
He was only thirty-three when the tide of public opinion
turned against Him. His friends ran away. One of them
denied Him. He was turned over to His enemies, and went
through the mockery of a trial. He was nailed to a
cross, between two thieves.
While He was dying...His executioners gambled for His
garments, the only property He had on earth. When He was
dead, He was laid in a borrowed grave through the pity
of a friend.
Twenty centuries have come and gone, and today, He is
the central Figure of the human race. All the armies
that ever marched, all the navies that ever sailed, all
the parliaments that ever sat, all the kings that ever
reigned, put together, have not affected the life of
mankind on this earth as much as that... One
Solitary Life.
Author Unknown
The
Pit
A man fell into a pit and couldn't get himself out.
A subjective person came along and said, "I feel for you down there."
An objective person walked by and said, "It's logical that someone would fall
down there."
A Pharisee said, "Only bad people fall into pits."
A mathematician calculated how he fell into the pit.
A news reporter wanted the exclusive story on the pit.
An IRS agent asked if he was paying taxes on the pit.
A self-pitying person said, "You haven't seen anything until you've seen my
pit."
A Christian Scientist observed, "The pit is just in your mind."
A psychologist noted, "Your mother and father are to blame for your being in the
pit."
A self-esteem therapist said, "Believe in yourself and you can get out of the
pit."
An optimist said, "Things could be worse."
A pessimist said, "Things will get worse."
Jesus, seeing the man, took him by the hand and lifted him out of the pit.
Author Unknown
John 3:16
In the city of Chicago, one cold, dark night, a blizzard was setting in. A
little boy was selling newspapers on the corner, while other people were in and
out of the cold. The little boy was so cold that he wasn't trying to sell many
papers. He walked up to a policeman and said, "Mister, you wouldn't happen to
know where a poor boy could find a warm place to sleep tonight would you? You
see, I sleep in a box up around the corner there and down the alley, and it's
awful cold in there at night. It sure would be nice to have a warm place to
stay."
The policeman looked down at the little boy and said, "You go down the street to
that big white house and you knock on the door. When they open the door you just
say 'John 3:16' and they will let you in."
So the boy walked up the steps to the door, and knocked on the door and a lady
answered. The little boy looked up and said, "John 3:16."
The lady said "Come on in, Son." She took him in and she sat him down in a split
bottom rocker in front of a great big old fireplace and she went off. He sat
there for a while, and thought to himself "John 3:16... I don't understand it,
but it sure makes a cold boy feel warm."
Later she came back and asked him "Are you hungry?"
He said, "Well, just a little. I haven't eaten in a couple of days and guess I
could stand a little bit of food."
The lady took him in the kitchen and sat him down to a table full of wonderful
food. He ate and ate until he couldn't eat any more. Then he thought to himself
"John 3:16... Boy, I sure I don't understand it, but it sure makes a hungry boy
feel full."
She took him upstairs to a bathroom to a huge bathtub filled with warm water and
he sat there and soaked for a while. As he soaked, he thought to himself, "John
3:16... I sure don't understand it, but it sure makes a dirty boy feel clean.
You know, I've not had a bath, a real bath, in my whole life. The only bath I
ever had was when I stood in front of that big old fire hydrant as they flushed
it out."
The lady came in and got him, and took him to a room and tucked him into a big
old feather bed and pulled the covers up around his neck and kissed him
goodnight and turned out the lights. As he laid in the darkness and looked out
the window at the snow coming down on that cold night he thought to himself,
"John 3:16... I don't understand it, but it sure makes a tired boy feel rested."
The next morning she came back up and took him down again to that same big table
full of food. After he ate she took him back to that same big old split bottom
rocker in front of the fireplace and she got a big old Bible and sat down in
front of him and she looked up as she asked, "Do you understand John 3:16?"
He said, "No, Ma'am, I don't. The first time I ever heard it was last night when
the policeman told me to say John 3:16."
She opened the Bible to John 3:16 , and she began to explain to him about Jesus.
Right there in front of that big old fireplace he gave his heart and life to
Jesus. He sat there and thought, "John 3:16, I don't understand it, but it sure
makes a lost boy feel safe."
The lady then said: "You know, I have to confess I don't I understand it either;
how God would be willing to send His own Son to die for you and me, and how
Jesus would agree to do such a thing. I don't understand it either, but it sure
does make life worth living."
John 3:16 (NLT): "For God so loved the world that He gave His only Son, so that
everyone who believes in Him will not perish but have eternal life."
Author Unknown
Who Am I?
Only a short while ago the Lord's friends gathered around to hear Him speak
of great and wonderful things. The things of God, eternal things. We
hung on every word, savoring it, digesting it. Now, they are gone and I alone
remain, sitting at His feet. Like a delicate fragrance, the sound of
His voice seems to linger in the air. I breath in the essence of His presence
and sigh. It's good that I should be here; I want to stay forever.
For a moment He shuffles in His seat and I fear that my Lord is going to leave.
My heart sinks until I realize He is leaning forward and reaching out
His hands to me. All at once the child in me comes alive as Jesus lifts me to
His lap and cradles me in His arms. Tears of joy fill my eyes and
overflow, cascading down my cheeks. I weep softly and bury my face in the folds
of His robe as His strong arms close around me.
Who am I that the Lord should hold me so tenderly? Did He hear my anguished cry
for more of Him? Had He peered into the depths of my heart and
dug through the sin and deeply rooted pride and greed and actually found some
good buried there? Is there any good in me? I am still so slow to
learn, so quick to fall. My reasoning weaves a maze through my mind as I try to
comprehend. As Jesus draws me closer to Himself, a thread of gold enters
the woven maze in my mind and I understand. Jesus holds me not because of my
goodness, but His; not because of my love for Him, but rather, because of
His great love for me. My thoughts become a blur, struggling to grasp what is
unimaginable for the human mind. He is able to do exceedingly and
abundantly more than I think or imagine. My Lord and my God loves me. I savor
this delicious morsel of truth as He gently cradles me
in His strong arms like a dear beloved child, and holds me close to His chest. A
favorite Scripture from Isaiah comes to mind:
"You are mine, you are precious in my sight and I love you." I ponder this,
these words meant for me as well.
As I listened to the Savior's heartbeat, He also was listening to mine. What I
couldn't put into words He heard from the cry of my heart. My desire
for Him. My love for Him. My longing to be with Him. And the heartbreaking
sorrow I felt for ever having done anything that put a distance between my
beloved Jesus and I. For a moment He stops rocking me and I can feel His warm
breath on my forehead. He tenderly says, child, look at me. I am
reluctant to look up because I know that my eyes will meet His. What I have
longed for, now suddenly fills me with dread. I fear what He will see in the
face of this unworthy child. His fingers are beneath my chin and He raises my
head until my eyes meet His. What I see is more beautiful than words can
express. In His eyes there is an ocean of love, deeper, wider, and higher than
all the world can contain. His eyes are the color of mercy.
For a moment I feel as if I am little more than an ant at the foot of the cross,
just beginning to comprehend His love and sacrifice. The King of all the
universe
is gazing into my eyes and communicating His love to me.
Jesus' hand is warm against my face. He cups my cheek and wipes away my tears
with His thumb. God's thumb, wiping away my tears. He holds my face
firmly for a moment and looks deep into my eyes as if to say, this is important,
listen to Me. His eyes seem to plead with me as He speaks. He
wants me to understand and believe it. As His eyes fill with tears, He says,
"This is why I did it; so I could hold you and love you for eternity."
Author Unknown
Author Unknown
Who is This Man?
There was an atheist couple who had a child. The couple never told their
daughter anything about the Lord. One night when the little girl was 5 years
old, the parents fought with each other and the dad shot the mom, right in front
of the child. Then, the dad shot himself. The little girl watched it all.
She then was sent to a foster home. The foster mother was a Christian and took
the child to church. On the first day of Sunday School, the foster mother told
the teacher that the girl had never heard of Jesus, and to have patience with
her. The teacher held up a picture of Jesus and said, ''Does anyone know who
this is?''
The little girl said, ''I do, that's the man who was holding me the night my
parents died.''
Author Unknown
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