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Thursday, May 29, 2008


Therefore, we who have fled to him for refuge can have great confidence as we hold to the hope that lies before us. This hope is a strong and trust worthy anchor for our souls. It leads us through the curtain into God's inner sanctuary.
Hebrews 6:18-19
I am really a perfectionist who is not so perfect

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Wednesday, May 28, 2008


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Miracle on the River Kwai by Ernest Gordon

This is a true story of a group of POWs working on the Burma Railway during World War 2. At the end of each day, the tools were collected from the work party.

On one occasion, a Japanese guard shouted that a shovel was missing and demanded to know which man had taken it. He began to rant and rave, working himself up into a paranoid fury and ordered whoever was guilty to step forward.

No one moved. "All die! All die!" he shrieked, cocking and aiming his rifle at the prisoners.

At that moment, on man stepped forward the guard clubbed him to death with his rifle, as he stood silently to attention. When they returned to the camp, the tools were counted again and no shovel was missing. That one man had gone forward as a substitute to save the others.
(Nicky Gumbel)

In the same way that man in the story did, Christ died as a substitute in our place that we might live. There is no life apart from Christ because He is the way, the truth and the Life.

With love,
Jackyln

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