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Name: jennifer
Interests: I like to cook and to swim. I like sitting my the heater and reading with a cup of Maroc tea or coffee (depending on the time of day)
Occupation: Research and development
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| He giveth more grace when the burden grows greater,
He sendeth more strength when the labours increase,
To added affliction He addeth His mercy,
To multiplied trials, His multiplied peace.
When we have exhausted our store of endurance,
When faith seems to fail ere the day is half gone,
When we come to the end of our hoarded resources,
Our Father's full giving is only begun.
His love has no limit, His grace has no measure,
His power has no boundary know unto men,
for out of His infinite riches in Jesus,
He giveth and giveth, and giveth again.
~Annie Johnson Flint
"And shall I pray Thee change Thy will, O Father,
Until it is according unto mine?
But no, Lord, no, that never shall be. Rather
I pray Thee, blend my human will with Thine."
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| A person who influenced my life in my late teens was a man from India. As a boy he was taught to hate Jesus. He knew about God, but the Bible of the Christians was a book which he believed was a gigantic lie. Once he took a Bible and burned it, feeling that with this act, he would publicly declare his scorn of what he believed were the untruths it contained. When missionaries passed him he threw mud on them.
But there was a terrible unrest inside of him; he longed to know God. He told this story about himself:
"Although I had believed that I had done a very good deed by burning the Bible, I felt unhappy. After three days, I couldn't bear it any longer. I rose early in the morning and prayed that if God really existed, He would reveal Himself to me. I wanted to know if there was an existence after death, if there was a heaven. The only way I could know it for sure was to die. So I decided to die.
"I planned to throw myself in front of the train which passed by our house. Then suddenly something unusual happened. The room was filled with a beautiful glow and I saw a man. I thought it might be Buddha, or some other holy man. then I heard a voice.
"'How long will you deny Me? I died for you; I have given My life for you.'
"Then I saw His hands-the pierced hands of Jesus Christ. This was the Christ I had imagined as a great man who once lived in Palestine, but who died and disappeared And yet, He now stood before me... alive! I saw His face looking at me with love.
"Three days before, I had burned the Bible, and yet He was not angry. I was suddenly changed... I saw Him as Christ, the living One, the Savior of the world. I fell on my knees and knew a wonderful peace, which I had never found anywhere before. That was the happiness I had been seeking for such a long time."
When I first heard about Sadhu Singh, the stores seemed to grow, until it was impossible to separated fact from fiction....
[She went to visit him several years later when he spoke at a conference]
"Please, Mr. Sadhu," she asked, "tell me what is wrong with me? I'm a child of God, I have received Jesus as my Savior and I know that my sins are foregiven. I know He is with me for He has said, 'I am with you always 'til the end of the world.' But what's wrong with me? I've never seen a vision or experienced a miracle."
The Sadhu smiled at me. "Sometimes people come to me to see a miracle. When they come now I'll send them to Corrie ten Boom. That I know Jesus is alive and with me is no miracle... these eyes have seen Him. But you, who have never seen Him, know His presence. Isn't that a miracle of the Holy Spirit?
Look in you Bible at what Jesus said to Thomas in John 20:29:
'... Blessed are they who did not see, and yet believed.'
"Don't pray for visions; He gives you the assurance of his presence without such visions."
[I have prayed for visions, but I do think it's cool to be serving a personal God that I can know "without emotion" (for lack of a better word), and just by pure trust.]
[coming up...I have a another cool story about a Russian girl who grew up with people fighting against the reality of Jesus....]
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| The Africans have a greeting,
"Are you well?"
The reply,
"I am if you are."
Beautiful, the art of carrying one another's burdens.
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