• Psalms 46

    1 God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in times of trouble.
    2 Therefore we will not fear, though the earth is transformed and the mountains are toppled into the depths of the seas,
    3 though their waters roar and foam and the mountains quake in the surge. Selah
    4 There is a river whose streams delight the city of God, the holy place where the Most High dwells.
    5 God is within her; she will not be moved. God will help her when morning dawns.
    6 Nations rage, kingdoms crumble; the earth melts when He lifts His voice.
    7 The LORD of Hosts is with us; the God of Jacob is our fortress. Selah
    8 Come, see the works of the LORD, who brings devastation upon the earth.
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    Psalms 46 1 God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in times of trouble. 2 Therefore we will not fear, though the earth is transformed and the mountains are toppled into the depths of the seas, 3 though their waters roar and foam and the mountains quake in the surge. Selah 4 There is a river whose streams delight the city of God, the holy place where the Most High dwells. 5 God is within her; she will not be moved. God will help her when morning dawns. 6 Nations rage, kingdoms crumble; the earth melts when He lifts His voice. 7 The LORD of Hosts is with us; the God of Jacob is our fortress. Selah 8 Come, see the works of the LORD, who brings devastation upon the earth. ...
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  • Hello chat, I don't why on earth I'm not able to catch a break since 2026 started. To begin with, in the month of February, I'd got viral gastroenteritis which I got rid of in a month or two. Surge over to the month of the June, I came to realise that I have worms and parasites in my stomach. I got rid of them in July but got a leaky gut due to the parasites eating up my gut lining. I took the necessary supplements to send the symptoms into complete remission. Now finally in the end of July, I met with an accident which has somewhat torn my knee tendon. Please pray for me that I recover from this and maybe also tell me why God is taking away my health bit by bit and if he promises to restore twice of what he's taken from me, alluding to Job's story.

    Return to your stronghold, O prisoners of hope; today I declare that I will restore to you double.
    Zechariah 9:12
    Hello chat, I don't why on earth I'm not able to catch a break since 2026 started. To begin with, in the month of February, I'd got viral gastroenteritis which I got rid of in a month or two. Surge over to the month of the June, I came to realise that I have worms and parasites in my stomach. I got rid of them in July but got a leaky gut due to the parasites eating up my gut lining. I took the necessary supplements to send the symptoms into complete remission. Now finally in the end of July, I met with an accident which has somewhat torn my knee tendon. Please pray for me that I recover from this and maybe also tell me why God is taking away my health bit by bit and if he promises to restore twice of what he's taken from me, alluding to Job's story. 🤕 Return to your stronghold, O prisoners of hope; today I declare that I will restore to you double. Zechariah 9:12
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  • Continuation chapter 3.2
    Jesus Himself warned about the internal bake-off when He said, "Out of the heart come evil thoughts—murder, adultery, sexual immorality, theft, false testimony, slander." (Matthew 15:19). He didn't say these things come from the devil, though the devil is happy to RSVP to the bake-off and bring a plus-one. He said they come from the heart. The same heart that sings worship songs. The same heart that gets goosebumps during the sermon. The same heart that just volunteered for the nursery. That heart is fully capable of producing evil thoughts and then presenting them as noble, justified, and even godly. It's a factory, and the machinery runs on emotion, and the quality control department is on permanent vacation.

    ‎But here's the punchline, the final twist that makes the whole thing so beautifully ridiculous: once you see the factory for what it is, you are not condemned by it. You are liberated from it. You are not a terrible Christian because your heart produces garbage; you are a normal human being with a deceitful heart that needs to be supervised like a toddler with a permanent marker. The problem is not that the thoughts arise; the problem is when you believe them, bake them into a cake, and then deliver the cake to your neighbor with a note that says, "Thus saith the Lord." The freedom comes when you can watch the thought arise, observe the emotion stirring, and say, "Ah, there's that old recipe again. I recognize the smell. That's the self-pity soufflé. That's the righteous anger casserole. That's the lust lasagna. Hello, old friends. You may sit in the corner while I choose not to eat you." And then, instead of indulging the illusion, you do what the wise man does: you hold it back, you examine it, and if necessary, you throw the whole dish in the trash and order takeout from the Word of God.

    ‎The next time you feel a surge of holy certainty, a rush of righteous fury, a wave of self-justifying sadness, pause. Ask yourself: Did I just bake this? Is this from the divine kitchen, or did I just raid my own emotional pantry and turn last week's hurt into this morning's prophecy? If you can laugh at the possibility that you've been pranked by your own heart, you are already free. And if you can't laugh yet, don't worry—the realization is coming, and when it does, it will be the funniest thing you've ever tasted. Even funnier than a man who thought his pizza dream was the Third Great Awakening. And that, my friend, is a joy no illusion can manufacture, and no deception can steal. It is the taste of actual freedom, and it needs no frosting at all.
    Continuation chapter 3.2 Jesus Himself warned about the internal bake-off when He said, "Out of the heart come evil thoughts—murder, adultery, sexual immorality, theft, false testimony, slander." (Matthew 15:19). He didn't say these things come from the devil, though the devil is happy to RSVP to the bake-off and bring a plus-one. He said they come from the heart. The same heart that sings worship songs. The same heart that gets goosebumps during the sermon. The same heart that just volunteered for the nursery. That heart is fully capable of producing evil thoughts and then presenting them as noble, justified, and even godly. It's a factory, and the machinery runs on emotion, and the quality control department is on permanent vacation. ‎ ‎But here's the punchline, the final twist that makes the whole thing so beautifully ridiculous: once you see the factory for what it is, you are not condemned by it. You are liberated from it. You are not a terrible Christian because your heart produces garbage; you are a normal human being with a deceitful heart that needs to be supervised like a toddler with a permanent marker. The problem is not that the thoughts arise; the problem is when you believe them, bake them into a cake, and then deliver the cake to your neighbor with a note that says, "Thus saith the Lord." The freedom comes when you can watch the thought arise, observe the emotion stirring, and say, "Ah, there's that old recipe again. I recognize the smell. That's the self-pity soufflé. That's the righteous anger casserole. That's the lust lasagna. Hello, old friends. You may sit in the corner while I choose not to eat you." And then, instead of indulging the illusion, you do what the wise man does: you hold it back, you examine it, and if necessary, you throw the whole dish in the trash and order takeout from the Word of God. ‎ ‎The next time you feel a surge of holy certainty, a rush of righteous fury, a wave of self-justifying sadness, pause. Ask yourself: Did I just bake this? Is this from the divine kitchen, or did I just raid my own emotional pantry and turn last week's hurt into this morning's prophecy? If you can laugh at the possibility that you've been pranked by your own heart, you are already free. And if you can't laugh yet, don't worry—the realization is coming, and when it does, it will be the funniest thing you've ever tasted. Even funnier than a man who thought his pizza dream was the Third Great Awakening. And that, my friend, is a joy no illusion can manufacture, and no deception can steal. It is the taste of actual freedom, and it needs no frosting at all. ‎
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  • A Brief Timeline of Halloween
    1000 BC and previous
    Pre-Christian Celts celebrate November 1 as their New Year (Samhain) and practice the night before as the evening where the veil between the living and the dead was opened.
    AD 43
    The Romans conquer the Celts and the Roman harvest festival, Pomona (celebrated on November 1), eventually merges with Samhain.
    609 or 610
    Pope Boniface IV designates November 1 as All Saints’ Day.
    835
    Pope Gregory III rules that All Saints’ Day always falls on the same day as Samhain. He also declares that young men can go door to door to collect food for the poor and that villagers can dress in costumes as saints to celebrate the holiday.
    1517
    On October 31, Martin Luther posts the 95 Theses on the door of the Wittenberg Church.
    1600s
    New England Puritans ban Halloween since it is Catholic in origin. Only Catholics and Episcopalians continue to observe the holiday.
    1840s
    A surge in Irish immigration to the United States sparks growth in Halloween traditions.
    1912
    The Dennison Manufacturing Company begins publishing Halloween books with party, decoration, and costume ideas. (It first began publishing Halloween materials in 1909.)
    1921
    Anoka, Minnesota, becomes the first American city to officially sanction Halloween as a holiday.
    1923
    New York City begins Halloween celebrations.
    1925
    Los Angeles begins citywide Halloween celebrations.
    2004
    The Puyallup, Washington, school district bans Halloween from schools out of fear of offending local Wiccans.
    A Brief Timeline of Halloween 1000 BC and previous Pre-Christian Celts celebrate November 1 as their New Year (Samhain) and practice the night before as the evening where the veil between the living and the dead was opened. AD 43 The Romans conquer the Celts and the Roman harvest festival, Pomona (celebrated on November 1), eventually merges with Samhain. 609 or 610 Pope Boniface IV designates November 1 as All Saints’ Day. 835 Pope Gregory III rules that All Saints’ Day always falls on the same day as Samhain. He also declares that young men can go door to door to collect food for the poor and that villagers can dress in costumes as saints to celebrate the holiday. 1517 On October 31, Martin Luther posts the 95 Theses on the door of the Wittenberg Church. 1600s New England Puritans ban Halloween since it is Catholic in origin. Only Catholics and Episcopalians continue to observe the holiday. 1840s A surge in Irish immigration to the United States sparks growth in Halloween traditions. 1912 The Dennison Manufacturing Company begins publishing Halloween books with party, decoration, and costume ideas. (It first began publishing Halloween materials in 1909.) 1921 Anoka, Minnesota, becomes the first American city to officially sanction Halloween as a holiday. 1923 New York City begins Halloween celebrations. 1925 Los Angeles begins citywide Halloween celebrations. 2004 The Puyallup, Washington, school district bans Halloween from schools out of fear of offending local Wiccans.
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  • KENNETH COPELAND PAID FOR 800,000 TENT - Reinhard Bonnke
    On Saturday, February 18, 1984, we prepared for the dedication service for the world’s largest tent. As I waited with Anni and my father in a nearby trailer a knock came at my door. My friend Ray McCauley stood there with Kenneth and Gloria Copeland from Ft. Worth, Texas. I asked them to come in. They had been drawn to the reports of our work and had come to see it for themselves. “I want to support CfaN,” Kenneth said. “I preach to the saved, you preach to the unsaved. We should be partners. ”I thanked him for that. But honestly, I had no idea how incredibly powerful his words would prove to be over the decades to come.
    Later the news arrived from Cape Town. On Saturday, May 5, the tent erection was complete. That afternoon a storm of wind and rain descended. A few rips appeared in the fabric. They had been quickly repaired. As evening fell the wind increased. Gerhard Ganske, who was in charge of the tent’s anchor system, circled the tent checking the security of the cement reinforced anchors.
    Everything held securely.
    Milton Kasselman, the chief electrician, went inside the tent. It held the wind at bay. Overhead the twelve masts swayed slightly, as they should. He checked the mounted flood lamps and the speaker towers. All was well.
    Tent master, Kobus de Lange, and his assistant, Horst Kosanke, checked the miles of cables that counterbalanced all the forces of wind and gravity. They were doing their job. He ordered the crew back to their quarters to sleep and wait out the storm.
    Suddenly, at 4 a.m., they were awakened by the sound of ripping fabric. As they rushed outside, winds were ripping the tent to shreds. It was not a hurricane. It was not even a wind strong enough to cause normal alarm. The damage they were seeing seemed supernatural, as if evil demonic forces in the wind were violently attacking the structure.
    They watched helplessly as pieces came loose and flew across the surrounding city of Cape Town. By 9:30 a.m. only a few strands of fabric remained. All of the steel and cable structure remained unhurt. It looked like a huge skeleton with no skin or meat remaining on the bones. Some of the crew were reduced to uncontrolled weeping.
    Five years of focused labor was destroyed in five hours.
    The atmosphere became like being at a funeral. That Sunday morning churches across Cape Town mourned the loss. Their hopes had been raised so high only to be dashed to pieces by the demonic wind. Shreds of the world’s largest tent became collectors items for the residents of Cape Town. They were found scattered for miles downwind of the tent site.
    Curiosity seekers came to the sports field to see the destruction. Some laughed at the calamity. They stood in the high-rise balconies and on bridges and other vantage points from which to view it. Christians gathered on the grounds, weeping, falling to their knees beneath the steel structure, praying. News media made the story front page all that day and the next.
    I told my crew chief that God had given me a great peace about this event. He was to encourage the crew and to clean up the site and wait for my return.
    I returned to my office I found telephone calls, telegrams, cards, and letters from around the world waiting for me. The news of the disaster had gone as far as the news of the big tent. Most of the response was overwhelmingly encouraging. But a large minority of naysayers had their day.
    From the beginning I had dealt with the normal array of critics. Many people criticized the size of the tent. They said it wasn’t practical. It was too risky. The project ate money like a gambling machine. It was not good stewardship. The entire endeavor was ego driven.
    With this disaster, those people had much more to say.
    “This is God’s judgment on you.” “You’re out of the will of God.” “You’ve moved out from under the umbrella of divine protection.” “There is sin in your camp.” The one that hit the lowest came from a dear Pentecostal sister back in Germany. This lady had supported our work faithfully and substantially over the years. She wrote to tell me that she had seen pictures of the tent dedication in Soweto. The pictures showed that Anni had cut her hair. This sin, she said, had led to this disaster. She pledged that she would no longer send money to CfaN. She would only pray for our repentance. I must confess, that fiery dart of the Enemy got through my armor for a few days.
    Even some of my co-workers lost heart. They felt that we’d been overcome by the Enemy. This was one of our darkest days. A rumor circulated that Muslims from Valhalla had marched around our tent site and had called down a curse on it. No one could offer me proof, and I gave no credence to this report. I find that when people believe an urban legend like this, it is because they desperately want to believe it. They have lost sight of their God and Savior and His unlimited power and have looked at the wind and the waves. Like Peter, who started out so well in his walk on water, he began to sink. Some of our people sank right here.
    But here is the greater story of the Cape Town disaster. It was not a disaster at all! It was our greatest triumph!
    First, God held the weather at bay for a full three weeks.
    Local weathercasters described it as an “Indian summer.”
    Furthermore, the destruction of our canopy had made us a household word in Cape Town. The media had trumpeted our story to everyone. Incredible stories of believers taking pieces of our canopy and laying it on sick people and seeing them healed were told. Believers and sinners came by the droves to our meetings.
    I caught a flight to America. On the long trip I had a new surge of excitement in my soul. I reflected again on Kenneth Copeland’s prophecy that I would see a million souls won in a day. A million? It still seemed unthinkable. But if we were to see a million decisions in one crowd, the entire crowd would have to exceed that number considerably. Not everyone responded in a meeting. To accomplish it, many things about the way we ran a campaign would have to change. I began to feel sure that one of those changes involved moving CfaN from South Africa. The vision of the blood-washed Africa was coming closer to reality.
    Unfortunately, with so many powerful thoughts running through my head, I was too excited to sleep on the intercontinental flight.
    I had no sooner landed at the Dallas-Ft. Worth Airport than I was whisked away to a pastors’ conference hosted by Kenneth Copeland, already in progress. They seated me on the front row, and Kenneth greeted me. The TV cameras turned my way, and I was on the spot. This was not good. As he preached I was so hammered by jet lag that I pinched myself black and blue to keep my eyes open. It was sheer torment.
    After the meeting Kenneth and Gloria invited me to join them at a nice restaurant for dinner. I was too far gone to say no. Somehow I managed to keep moving and not fall prostrate. At dinner Kenneth told me he had heard about the tent. He asked me to tell him what happened. I told him how the fabric had failed in the wind. We had discovered that it had a design flaw. An insurance settlement was tied up in court. It would be years before we saw the verdict. In the meantime, Peter van den Berg had found a new fabric through a company in England that would hold in a hurricane.
    “How much will it cost?”
    “$800,000.”
    “The Lord has told me to give you what you need. I am giving you $800,000. Go buy a new top for the tent.”
    I was too stunned and too jet lagged to reply at first.
    “When God tells me to give, I get excited. He’s telling me to plant a seed in good soil with CfaN. My faith puts the seed in the ground where God directs. The harvest belongs to the Lord. And let me tell you, His harvest will sweep my little financial troubles away like so much chaff on the wind.
    Hallelujah! Praise God.”
    It did my heart good to hear this man of faith. “I believe that too,” I said.
    When I finally closed my eyes that night my happiness and exhaustion were complete and total. I felt like a body surfer picked up by a tsunami. As I drifted into fitful sleep, I heard my own voice speaking to Anni when we were in Singapore, “I am not worried about the tent. That’s what worries me. I should be worried about it, but I’m not. I feel nothing but peace.”
    The schedule for completing our new tent was set, thanks to the generous check from Kenneth Copeland. It allowed us to plan beyond 1985. The new canopy would be delivered and tested in time to erect both tents side by side in Harare. The big tent for the main meetings; the smaller yellow tent for counseling and follow-up.
    The Harare Sheraton and Conference Center would house our Fire Conference for evangelists with an auditorium seating 4,500.
    - Reinhard Bonnke (Living A Life Of Fire)
    KENNETH COPELAND PAID FOR 800,000 TENT ⛺🎪😲 - Reinhard Bonnke On Saturday, February 18, 1984, we prepared for the dedication service for the world’s largest tent. As I waited with Anni and my father in a nearby trailer a knock came at my door. My friend Ray McCauley stood there with Kenneth and Gloria Copeland from Ft. Worth, Texas. I asked them to come in. They had been drawn to the reports of our work and had come to see it for themselves. “I want to support CfaN,” Kenneth said. “I preach to the saved, you preach to the unsaved. We should be partners. ”I thanked him for that. But honestly, I had no idea how incredibly powerful his words would prove to be over the decades to come. Later the news arrived from Cape Town. On Saturday, May 5, the tent erection was complete. That afternoon a storm of wind and rain descended. A few rips appeared in the fabric. They had been quickly repaired. As evening fell the wind increased. Gerhard Ganske, who was in charge of the tent’s anchor system, circled the tent checking the security of the cement reinforced anchors. Everything held securely. Milton Kasselman, the chief electrician, went inside the tent. It held the wind at bay. Overhead the twelve masts swayed slightly, as they should. He checked the mounted flood lamps and the speaker towers. All was well. Tent master, Kobus de Lange, and his assistant, Horst Kosanke, checked the miles of cables that counterbalanced all the forces of wind and gravity. They were doing their job. He ordered the crew back to their quarters to sleep and wait out the storm. Suddenly, at 4 a.m., they were awakened by the sound of ripping fabric. As they rushed outside, winds were ripping the tent to shreds. It was not a hurricane. It was not even a wind strong enough to cause normal alarm. The damage they were seeing seemed supernatural, as if evil demonic forces in the wind were violently attacking the structure. They watched helplessly as pieces came loose and flew across the surrounding city of Cape Town. By 9:30 a.m. only a few strands of fabric remained. All of the steel and cable structure remained unhurt. It looked like a huge skeleton with no skin or meat remaining on the bones. Some of the crew were reduced to uncontrolled weeping. Five years of focused labor was destroyed in five hours. The atmosphere became like being at a funeral. That Sunday morning churches across Cape Town mourned the loss. Their hopes had been raised so high only to be dashed to pieces by the demonic wind. Shreds of the world’s largest tent became collectors items for the residents of Cape Town. They were found scattered for miles downwind of the tent site. Curiosity seekers came to the sports field to see the destruction. Some laughed at the calamity. They stood in the high-rise balconies and on bridges and other vantage points from which to view it. Christians gathered on the grounds, weeping, falling to their knees beneath the steel structure, praying. News media made the story front page all that day and the next. I told my crew chief that God had given me a great peace about this event. He was to encourage the crew and to clean up the site and wait for my return. I returned to my office I found telephone calls, telegrams, cards, and letters from around the world waiting for me. The news of the disaster had gone as far as the news of the big tent. Most of the response was overwhelmingly encouraging. But a large minority of naysayers had their day. From the beginning I had dealt with the normal array of critics. Many people criticized the size of the tent. They said it wasn’t practical. It was too risky. The project ate money like a gambling machine. It was not good stewardship. The entire endeavor was ego driven. With this disaster, those people had much more to say. “This is God’s judgment on you.” “You’re out of the will of God.” “You’ve moved out from under the umbrella of divine protection.” “There is sin in your camp.” The one that hit the lowest came from a dear Pentecostal sister back in Germany. This lady had supported our work faithfully and substantially over the years. She wrote to tell me that she had seen pictures of the tent dedication in Soweto. The pictures showed that Anni had cut her hair. This sin, she said, had led to this disaster. She pledged that she would no longer send money to CfaN. She would only pray for our repentance. I must confess, that fiery dart of the Enemy got through my armor for a few days. Even some of my co-workers lost heart. They felt that we’d been overcome by the Enemy. This was one of our darkest days. A rumor circulated that Muslims from Valhalla had marched around our tent site and had called down a curse on it. No one could offer me proof, and I gave no credence to this report. I find that when people believe an urban legend like this, it is because they desperately want to believe it. They have lost sight of their God and Savior and His unlimited power and have looked at the wind and the waves. Like Peter, who started out so well in his walk on water, he began to sink. Some of our people sank right here. But here is the greater story of the Cape Town disaster. It was not a disaster at all! It was our greatest triumph! First, God held the weather at bay for a full three weeks. Local weathercasters described it as an “Indian summer.” Furthermore, the destruction of our canopy had made us a household word in Cape Town. The media had trumpeted our story to everyone. Incredible stories of believers taking pieces of our canopy and laying it on sick people and seeing them healed were told. Believers and sinners came by the droves to our meetings. I caught a flight to America. On the long trip I had a new surge of excitement in my soul. I reflected again on Kenneth Copeland’s prophecy that I would see a million souls won in a day. A million? It still seemed unthinkable. But if we were to see a million decisions in one crowd, the entire crowd would have to exceed that number considerably. Not everyone responded in a meeting. To accomplish it, many things about the way we ran a campaign would have to change. I began to feel sure that one of those changes involved moving CfaN from South Africa. The vision of the blood-washed Africa was coming closer to reality. Unfortunately, with so many powerful thoughts running through my head, I was too excited to sleep on the intercontinental flight. I had no sooner landed at the Dallas-Ft. Worth Airport than I was whisked away to a pastors’ conference hosted by Kenneth Copeland, already in progress. They seated me on the front row, and Kenneth greeted me. The TV cameras turned my way, and I was on the spot. This was not good. As he preached I was so hammered by jet lag that I pinched myself black and blue to keep my eyes open. It was sheer torment. After the meeting Kenneth and Gloria invited me to join them at a nice restaurant for dinner. I was too far gone to say no. Somehow I managed to keep moving and not fall prostrate. At dinner Kenneth told me he had heard about the tent. He asked me to tell him what happened. I told him how the fabric had failed in the wind. We had discovered that it had a design flaw. An insurance settlement was tied up in court. It would be years before we saw the verdict. In the meantime, Peter van den Berg had found a new fabric through a company in England that would hold in a hurricane. “How much will it cost?” “$800,000.” “The Lord has told me to give you what you need. I am giving you $800,000. Go buy a new top for the tent.” I was too stunned and too jet lagged to reply at first. “When God tells me to give, I get excited. He’s telling me to plant a seed in good soil with CfaN. My faith puts the seed in the ground where God directs. The harvest belongs to the Lord. And let me tell you, His harvest will sweep my little financial troubles away like so much chaff on the wind. Hallelujah! Praise God.” It did my heart good to hear this man of faith. “I believe that too,” I said. When I finally closed my eyes that night my happiness and exhaustion were complete and total. I felt like a body surfer picked up by a tsunami. As I drifted into fitful sleep, I heard my own voice speaking to Anni when we were in Singapore, “I am not worried about the tent. That’s what worries me. I should be worried about it, but I’m not. I feel nothing but peace.” The schedule for completing our new tent was set, thanks to the generous check from Kenneth Copeland. It allowed us to plan beyond 1985. The new canopy would be delivered and tested in time to erect both tents side by side in Harare. The big tent for the main meetings; the smaller yellow tent for counseling and follow-up. The Harare Sheraton and Conference Center would house our Fire Conference for evangelists with an auditorium seating 4,500. - Reinhard Bonnke (Living A Life Of Fire)
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  • Love is substance. Lust, illusion.
    Only in the surge of passion
    Do they mingle in confusion.
    Love is substance. Lust, illusion. Only in the surge of passion Do they mingle in confusion.
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  • THE PILGRIMS GUIDE Devotional.

    A Word From The Author:

    Beloved, I bring you Calvary greetings of love, peace and joy. For a few quarters now The Pilgrims Guide devotional has been experiencing growth in ministry, we have seen readership surge, thanks to you and numerous others who have made the devotional your choice spiritual nurture.
    Christianity in our times, has become puzzling. So many different, sometimes opposing teachings are paraded as truth. The true seeker is often confused as to what is the truth on number of issues.

    The grace of God has enabled us to be consistent in developing relevant devotionals to give direction to sincere Christians and true seekers for their spiritual benefit, and to the glory of God, to help them, by God's grace to cope with life's challenges, attain commendable growth in faith, fulfil God's purpose and attain all round maturity.

    We thank God for the friends and partners He used to make this devotional available, and if you are led to support this noble task, kindly flip to page 3 for details.
    Please don't stop reading, and continue to bless lives with copies of The Pilgrims Guide.

    May the Almighty God richly bless you. Amen.

    Amaobi Ifeanyi Nwachukwu.
    THE PILGRIMS GUIDE Devotional. A Word From The Author: Beloved, I bring you Calvary greetings of love, peace and joy. For a few quarters now The Pilgrims Guide devotional has been experiencing growth in ministry, we have seen readership surge, thanks to you and numerous others who have made the devotional your choice spiritual nurture. Christianity in our times, has become puzzling. So many different, sometimes opposing teachings are paraded as truth. The true seeker is often confused as to what is the truth on number of issues. The grace of God has enabled us to be consistent in developing relevant devotionals to give direction to sincere Christians and true seekers for their spiritual benefit, and to the glory of God, to help them, by God's grace to cope with life's challenges, attain commendable growth in faith, fulfil God's purpose and attain all round maturity. We thank God for the friends and partners He used to make this devotional available, and if you are led to support this noble task, kindly flip to page 3 for details. Please don't stop reading, and continue to bless lives with copies of The Pilgrims Guide. May the Almighty God richly bless you. Amen. Amaobi Ifeanyi Nwachukwu.
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  • THE DEATH Of JESUS.
    A medical explanation of what Jesus endured on the day He died.

    By Dr. C. Truman Davis*
    A Physician Analyzes the Crucifixion.

    From New Wine Magazine, April 1982.

    Originally published in Arizona Medicine,
    March 1965, Arizona Medical Association.

    Several years ago I became interested in the physical aspects of the passion, or suffering, of Jesus Christ, when I read an account of the crucifixion in Jim Bishop's book, The Day Christ Died. I suddenly realized that I had taken the crucifixion more or less for granted all these years - that I had grown callous to its horror by a too-easy familiarity with the grim details. It finally occurred to me that, as a physician, I did not even know the actual immediate cause of Christ's death.

    The gospel writers do not help much on this point. Since crucifixion and scourging were so common
    during their lifetimes, they undoubtedly considered a detailed description superfluous. For that reason we have only the concise words of the evangelists: "Pilate, having scourged Jesus,
    delivered Him to them to be crucified ... and they crucified Him."

    Despite the gospel accounts silence on the details of Christ's crucifixion, many have looked into
    this subject in the past. In my personal study of the event from a medical viewpoint, I am
    indebted especially to Dr. Pierre Barbet, a French surgeon who did exhaustive historical and
    experimental research and wrote extensively on the topic.

    An attempt to examine the infinite psychical and spiritual suffering of the Incarnate God in atonement for the sins of fallen man is beyond the scope of this article.

    However, the
    physiological and anatomical aspects of our Lord's passion we can examine in some detail. What did the body of Jesus of Nazareth actually endure during those hours of torture?

    Gethsemane.
    The physical passion of Christ began in Gethsemane. Of the many aspects of His initial
    suffering, the one which is of particular physiological interest is the bloody sweat. Interestingly
    enough, the physician, St. Luke, is the only evangelist to mention this occurrence. He says, "And
    being in an agony, he prayed the longer. And his sweat became as drops of blood, trickling down
    upon the ground" (Luke 22:44 KJV).
    Every attempt imaginable has been used by modern scholars to explain away the phenomenon of bloody sweat, apparently under the mistaken impression that it simply does not occur. A great
    deal of effort could be saved by consulting the medical literature. Though very rare, the
    phenomenon of hematidrosis, or bloody sweat, is well documented. Under great emotional stress, tiny capillaries in the sweat glands can break, thus mixing blood with sweat. This process alone
    could have produced marked weakness and possible shock.

    Although Jesus' betrayal and arrest are important portions of the passion story, the next event in the account which is significant from a medical perspective is His trial before the Sanhedrin and Caiaphas, the High Priest. Here the first physical trauma was inflicted. A soldier struck Jesus
    across the face for remaining silent when questioned by Caiaphas. The palace guards then blindfolded Him, mockingly taunted Him to identify them as each passed by, spat on Him, and struck Him in the face.

    Before Pilate.
    In the early morning, battered and bruised, dehydrated, and worn out from a sleepless night,
    Jesus was taken across Jerusalem to the Praetorium of the Fortress Antonia, the seat of
    government of the Procurator of Judea, Pontius Pilate. We are familiar with Pilate's action in
    attempting to shift responsibility to Herod Antipas, the Tetrarch of Judea. Jesus apparently
    suffered no physical mistreatment at the hands of Herod and was returned to Pilate. It was then,
    in response to the outcry of the mob, that Pilate ordered Barabbas released and condemned Jesus
    to scourging and crucifixion.
    Preparations for Jesus' scourging were carried out at Caesar's orders. The prisoner was stripped
    of His clothing and His hands tied to a post above His head. The Roman legionnaire stepped
    forward with the flagrum, or flagellum, in his hand. This was a short whip consisting of several
    heavy, leather thongs with two small balls of lead attached near the ends of each. The heavy
    whip was brought down with full force again and again across Jesus' shoulders, back, and legs.
    At first the weighted thongs cut through the skin only. Then, as the blows continued, they cut
    deeper into the subcutaneous tissues, producing first an oozing of blood from the capillaries and veins of the skin and finally spurting arterial bleeding from vessels in the underlying muscles.

    The small balls of lead first produced large deep bruises that were broken open by subsequent
    blows. Finally, the skin of the back was hanging in long ribbons, and the entire area was an
    unrecognizable mass of torn, bleeding tissue. When it was determined by the centurion in charge
    that the prisoner was near death, the beating was finally stopped.

    Mockery .
    The half-fainting Jesus was then untied and allowed to slump to the stone pavement, wet with his
    own blood. The Roman soldiers saw a great joke in this provincial Jew claiming to be a king.
    They threw a robe across His shoulders and placed a stick in His hand for a scepter. They still
    needed a crown to make their travesty complete. Small flexible branches covered with long
    thorns, commonly used for kindling fires in the charcoal braziers in the courtyard, were plaited
    into the shape of a crude crown. The crown was pressed into his scalp and again there was
    copious bleeding as the thorns pierced the very vascular tissue. After mocking Him and striking
    Him across the face, the soldiers took the stick from His hand and struck Him across the head,
    driving the thorns deeper into His scalp. Finally, they tired of their sadistic sport and tore the
    robe from His back. The robe had already become adherent to the clots of blood and serum in the
    wounds, and its removal, just as in the careless removal of a surgical bandage, caused
    excruciating pain. The wounds again began to bleed.
    Golgotha In deference to Jewish custom, the Romans apparently returned His garments. The heavy patibulum of the cross was tied across His shoulders. The procession of the condemned Christ, two thieves, and the execution detail of Roman soldiers headed by a centurion began its slow
    journey along the route which we know today as the Via Dolorosa.

    In spite of Jesus' efforts to walk erect, the weight of the heavy wooden beam, together with the shock produced by copious loss of blood, was too much. He stumbled and fell. The rough wood of the beam gouged into the lacerated skin and muscles of the shoulders. He tried to rise, but human muscles had been pushed beyond their endurance.

    The centurion, anxious to proceed with
    the crucifixion, selected a stalwart North African onlooker, Simon of Cyrene, to carry the cross.
    Jesus followed, still bleeding and sweating the cold, clammy sweat of shock. The 650-yard
    journey from the Fortress Antonia to Golgotha was finally completed. The prisoner was again stripped of His clothing except for a loin cloth which was allowed by the Jews.

    The crucifixion began.
    Jesus was offered wine mixed with myrrh, a mild analgesic, pain-reliving
    mixture. He refused the drink. Simon was ordered to place the patibulum on the ground, and
    Jesus was quickly thrown backward, with His shoulders against the wood. The legionnaire felt
    for the depression at the front of the wrist. He drove a heavy, square wrought-iron nail through
    the wrist and deep into the wood. Quickly, he moved to the other side and repeated the action,
    being careful not to pull the arms too tightly, but to allow some flexion and movement. The
    patibulum was then lifted into place at the top of the stipes, and the titulus reading "Jesus of
    Nazareth, King of the Jews" was nailed into place.

    The left foot was pressed backward against the right foot. With both feet extended, toes down, a
    nail was driven through the arch of each, leaving the knees moderately flexed. The victim was
    now crucified.

    On the Cross.
    As Jesus slowly sagged down with more weight on the nails in the wrists, excruciating, fiery pain shot along the fingers and up the arms to explode in the brain. The nails in the wrists were putting pressure on the median nerve, large nerve trunks which traverse the mid-wrist and hand.

    As He pushed himself upward to avoid this stretching torment, He placed His full weight on the
    nail through His feet. Again there was searing agony as the nail tore through the nerves between
    the metatarsal bones of this feet.

    At this point, another phenomenon occurred. As the arms fatigued, great waves of cramps swept
    over the muscles, knotting them in deep relentless, throbbing pain. With these cramps came the inability to push Himself upward. Hanging by the arm, the pectoral muscles, the large muscles of the chest, were paralyzed and the intercostal muscles, the small muscles between the ribs, were
    unable to act.

    Air could be drawn into the lungs, but could not be exhaled. Jesus fought to raise
    Himself in order to get even one short breath. Finally, the carbon dioxide level increased in the
    lungs and in the blood stream, and the cramps partially subsided.

    The Last Words Spasmodically.

    He was able to push Himself upward to exhale and bring in life-giving oxygen. It
    was undoubtedly during these periods that He uttered the seven short sentences that are recorded.

    The first - looking down at the Roman soldiers throwing dice for His seamless garment:
    "Father, forgive them for they do not know what they do."

    The second - to the penitent thief: "Today, thou shalt be with me in Paradise."

    The third - looking down at Mary His mother, He said: "Woman, behold your son." Then turning
    to the terrified, grief-stricken adolescent John , the beloved apostle, He said: "Behold your
    mother."

    The fourth cry is from the beginning of Psalm 22: "My God, My God, why have You forsaken
    Me?"

    He suffered hours of limitless pain, cycles of twisting, joint-rending cramps, intermittent partial
    asphyxiation, and searing pain as tissue was torn from His lacerated back from His movement up
    and down against the rough timbers of the cross. Then another agony began: a deep crushing
    pain in the chest as the pericardium, the sac surrounding the heart, slowly filled with serum and began to compress the heart.

    The prophecy in Psalm 22:14 was being fulfilled: "I am poured out like water, and all my bones
    are out of joint, my heart is like wax; it is melted in the midst of my bowels."
    The end was rapidly approaching. The loss of tissue fluids had reached a critical level; the compressed heart was struggling to pump heavy, thick, sluggish blood to the tissues, and the tortured lungs were making a frantic effort to inhale small gulps of air.

    The markedly dehydrated
    tissues sent their flood of stimuli to the brain. Jesus gasped His fifth cry: "I thirst."

    Again we read
    in the prophetic psalm: "My strength is dried up like a potsherd; my tongue cleaveth to my jaws;
    and thou has brought me into the dust of death" (Psalm 22:15 KJV).

    A sponge soaked in posca, the cheap, sour wine that was the staple drink of the Roman
    legionnaires, was lifted to Jesus' lips. His body was now in extremis, and He could feel the chill of death creeping through His tissues.

    This realization brought forth His sixth word, possibly
    little more than a tortured whisper: "It is finished."
    His mission of atonement had been
    completed.

    Finally, He could allow His body to die. With one last surge of strength, He once
    again pressed His torn feet against the nail, straightened His legs, took a deeper breath, and
    uttered His seventh and last cry: "Father, into Your hands I commit My spirit."

    Death.
    The common method of ending a crucifixion was by crurifracture, the breaking of the bones of
    the leg. This prevented the victim from pushing himself upward; the tension could not be
    relieved from the muscles of the chest, and rapid suffocation occurred. The legs of the two
    thieves were broken, but when the soldiers approached Jesus, they saw that this was unnecessary.

    Apparently, to make doubly sure of death, the legionnaire drove his lance between the ribs,
    upward through the pericardium and into the heart. John 19:34 states, "And immediately there
    came out blood and water." Thus there was an escape of watery fluid from the sac surrounding
    the heart and the blood of the interior of the heart.

    This is rather conclusive post-mortem
    evidence that Jesus died, not the usual crucifixion death by suffocation, but of heart failure due to shock and constriction of the heart by fluid in the pericardium.

    Resurrection.
    In these events, we have seen a glimpse of the epitome of evil that man can exhibit toward his
    fellow man and toward God. This is an ugly sight and is likely to leave us despondent and
    depressed.

    But the crucifixion was not the end of the story. How grateful we can be that we have a sequel: a
    glimpse of the infinite mercy of God toward man--the gift of atonement, the miracle of the
    resurrection, and the expectation of Easter morning.

    *Dr. C. Truman Davis is a graduate of the University of Tennessee College of Medicine. He is a practicing ophthalmologist, a pastor, and author of a book about medicine and the Bible.
    THE DEATH Of JESUS. A medical explanation of what Jesus endured on the day He died. By Dr. C. Truman Davis* A Physician Analyzes the Crucifixion. From New Wine Magazine, April 1982. Originally published in Arizona Medicine, March 1965, Arizona Medical Association. Several years ago I became interested in the physical aspects of the passion, or suffering, of Jesus Christ, when I read an account of the crucifixion in Jim Bishop's book, The Day Christ Died. I suddenly realized that I had taken the crucifixion more or less for granted all these years - that I had grown callous to its horror by a too-easy familiarity with the grim details. It finally occurred to me that, as a physician, I did not even know the actual immediate cause of Christ's death. The gospel writers do not help much on this point. Since crucifixion and scourging were so common during their lifetimes, they undoubtedly considered a detailed description superfluous. For that reason we have only the concise words of the evangelists: "Pilate, having scourged Jesus, delivered Him to them to be crucified ... and they crucified Him." Despite the gospel accounts silence on the details of Christ's crucifixion, many have looked into this subject in the past. In my personal study of the event from a medical viewpoint, I am indebted especially to Dr. Pierre Barbet, a French surgeon who did exhaustive historical and experimental research and wrote extensively on the topic. An attempt to examine the infinite psychical and spiritual suffering of the Incarnate God in atonement for the sins of fallen man is beyond the scope of this article. However, the physiological and anatomical aspects of our Lord's passion we can examine in some detail. What did the body of Jesus of Nazareth actually endure during those hours of torture? Gethsemane. The physical passion of Christ began in Gethsemane. Of the many aspects of His initial suffering, the one which is of particular physiological interest is the bloody sweat. Interestingly enough, the physician, St. Luke, is the only evangelist to mention this occurrence. He says, "And being in an agony, he prayed the longer. And his sweat became as drops of blood, trickling down upon the ground" (Luke 22:44 KJV). Every attempt imaginable has been used by modern scholars to explain away the phenomenon of bloody sweat, apparently under the mistaken impression that it simply does not occur. A great deal of effort could be saved by consulting the medical literature. Though very rare, the phenomenon of hematidrosis, or bloody sweat, is well documented. Under great emotional stress, tiny capillaries in the sweat glands can break, thus mixing blood with sweat. This process alone could have produced marked weakness and possible shock. Although Jesus' betrayal and arrest are important portions of the passion story, the next event in the account which is significant from a medical perspective is His trial before the Sanhedrin and Caiaphas, the High Priest. Here the first physical trauma was inflicted. A soldier struck Jesus across the face for remaining silent when questioned by Caiaphas. The palace guards then blindfolded Him, mockingly taunted Him to identify them as each passed by, spat on Him, and struck Him in the face. Before Pilate. In the early morning, battered and bruised, dehydrated, and worn out from a sleepless night, Jesus was taken across Jerusalem to the Praetorium of the Fortress Antonia, the seat of government of the Procurator of Judea, Pontius Pilate. We are familiar with Pilate's action in attempting to shift responsibility to Herod Antipas, the Tetrarch of Judea. Jesus apparently suffered no physical mistreatment at the hands of Herod and was returned to Pilate. It was then, in response to the outcry of the mob, that Pilate ordered Barabbas released and condemned Jesus to scourging and crucifixion. Preparations for Jesus' scourging were carried out at Caesar's orders. The prisoner was stripped of His clothing and His hands tied to a post above His head. The Roman legionnaire stepped forward with the flagrum, or flagellum, in his hand. This was a short whip consisting of several heavy, leather thongs with two small balls of lead attached near the ends of each. The heavy whip was brought down with full force again and again across Jesus' shoulders, back, and legs. At first the weighted thongs cut through the skin only. Then, as the blows continued, they cut deeper into the subcutaneous tissues, producing first an oozing of blood from the capillaries and veins of the skin and finally spurting arterial bleeding from vessels in the underlying muscles. The small balls of lead first produced large deep bruises that were broken open by subsequent blows. Finally, the skin of the back was hanging in long ribbons, and the entire area was an unrecognizable mass of torn, bleeding tissue. When it was determined by the centurion in charge that the prisoner was near death, the beating was finally stopped. Mockery . The half-fainting Jesus was then untied and allowed to slump to the stone pavement, wet with his own blood. The Roman soldiers saw a great joke in this provincial Jew claiming to be a king. They threw a robe across His shoulders and placed a stick in His hand for a scepter. They still needed a crown to make their travesty complete. Small flexible branches covered with long thorns, commonly used for kindling fires in the charcoal braziers in the courtyard, were plaited into the shape of a crude crown. The crown was pressed into his scalp and again there was copious bleeding as the thorns pierced the very vascular tissue. After mocking Him and striking Him across the face, the soldiers took the stick from His hand and struck Him across the head, driving the thorns deeper into His scalp. Finally, they tired of their sadistic sport and tore the robe from His back. The robe had already become adherent to the clots of blood and serum in the wounds, and its removal, just as in the careless removal of a surgical bandage, caused excruciating pain. The wounds again began to bleed. Golgotha In deference to Jewish custom, the Romans apparently returned His garments. The heavy patibulum of the cross was tied across His shoulders. The procession of the condemned Christ, two thieves, and the execution detail of Roman soldiers headed by a centurion began its slow journey along the route which we know today as the Via Dolorosa. In spite of Jesus' efforts to walk erect, the weight of the heavy wooden beam, together with the shock produced by copious loss of blood, was too much. He stumbled and fell. The rough wood of the beam gouged into the lacerated skin and muscles of the shoulders. He tried to rise, but human muscles had been pushed beyond their endurance. The centurion, anxious to proceed with the crucifixion, selected a stalwart North African onlooker, Simon of Cyrene, to carry the cross. Jesus followed, still bleeding and sweating the cold, clammy sweat of shock. The 650-yard journey from the Fortress Antonia to Golgotha was finally completed. The prisoner was again stripped of His clothing except for a loin cloth which was allowed by the Jews. The crucifixion began. Jesus was offered wine mixed with myrrh, a mild analgesic, pain-reliving mixture. He refused the drink. Simon was ordered to place the patibulum on the ground, and Jesus was quickly thrown backward, with His shoulders against the wood. The legionnaire felt for the depression at the front of the wrist. He drove a heavy, square wrought-iron nail through the wrist and deep into the wood. Quickly, he moved to the other side and repeated the action, being careful not to pull the arms too tightly, but to allow some flexion and movement. The patibulum was then lifted into place at the top of the stipes, and the titulus reading "Jesus of Nazareth, King of the Jews" was nailed into place. The left foot was pressed backward against the right foot. With both feet extended, toes down, a nail was driven through the arch of each, leaving the knees moderately flexed. The victim was now crucified. On the Cross. As Jesus slowly sagged down with more weight on the nails in the wrists, excruciating, fiery pain shot along the fingers and up the arms to explode in the brain. The nails in the wrists were putting pressure on the median nerve, large nerve trunks which traverse the mid-wrist and hand. As He pushed himself upward to avoid this stretching torment, He placed His full weight on the nail through His feet. Again there was searing agony as the nail tore through the nerves between the metatarsal bones of this feet. At this point, another phenomenon occurred. As the arms fatigued, great waves of cramps swept over the muscles, knotting them in deep relentless, throbbing pain. With these cramps came the inability to push Himself upward. Hanging by the arm, the pectoral muscles, the large muscles of the chest, were paralyzed and the intercostal muscles, the small muscles between the ribs, were unable to act. Air could be drawn into the lungs, but could not be exhaled. Jesus fought to raise Himself in order to get even one short breath. Finally, the carbon dioxide level increased in the lungs and in the blood stream, and the cramps partially subsided. The Last Words Spasmodically. He was able to push Himself upward to exhale and bring in life-giving oxygen. It was undoubtedly during these periods that He uttered the seven short sentences that are recorded. The first - looking down at the Roman soldiers throwing dice for His seamless garment: "Father, forgive them for they do not know what they do." The second - to the penitent thief: "Today, thou shalt be with me in Paradise." The third - looking down at Mary His mother, He said: "Woman, behold your son." Then turning to the terrified, grief-stricken adolescent John , the beloved apostle, He said: "Behold your mother." The fourth cry is from the beginning of Psalm 22: "My God, My God, why have You forsaken Me?" He suffered hours of limitless pain, cycles of twisting, joint-rending cramps, intermittent partial asphyxiation, and searing pain as tissue was torn from His lacerated back from His movement up and down against the rough timbers of the cross. Then another agony began: a deep crushing pain in the chest as the pericardium, the sac surrounding the heart, slowly filled with serum and began to compress the heart. The prophecy in Psalm 22:14 was being fulfilled: "I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint, my heart is like wax; it is melted in the midst of my bowels." The end was rapidly approaching. The loss of tissue fluids had reached a critical level; the compressed heart was struggling to pump heavy, thick, sluggish blood to the tissues, and the tortured lungs were making a frantic effort to inhale small gulps of air. The markedly dehydrated tissues sent their flood of stimuli to the brain. Jesus gasped His fifth cry: "I thirst." Again we read in the prophetic psalm: "My strength is dried up like a potsherd; my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; and thou has brought me into the dust of death" (Psalm 22:15 KJV). A sponge soaked in posca, the cheap, sour wine that was the staple drink of the Roman legionnaires, was lifted to Jesus' lips. His body was now in extremis, and He could feel the chill of death creeping through His tissues. This realization brought forth His sixth word, possibly little more than a tortured whisper: "It is finished." His mission of atonement had been completed. Finally, He could allow His body to die. With one last surge of strength, He once again pressed His torn feet against the nail, straightened His legs, took a deeper breath, and uttered His seventh and last cry: "Father, into Your hands I commit My spirit." Death. The common method of ending a crucifixion was by crurifracture, the breaking of the bones of the leg. This prevented the victim from pushing himself upward; the tension could not be relieved from the muscles of the chest, and rapid suffocation occurred. The legs of the two thieves were broken, but when the soldiers approached Jesus, they saw that this was unnecessary. Apparently, to make doubly sure of death, the legionnaire drove his lance between the ribs, upward through the pericardium and into the heart. John 19:34 states, "And immediately there came out blood and water." Thus there was an escape of watery fluid from the sac surrounding the heart and the blood of the interior of the heart. This is rather conclusive post-mortem evidence that Jesus died, not the usual crucifixion death by suffocation, but of heart failure due to shock and constriction of the heart by fluid in the pericardium. Resurrection. In these events, we have seen a glimpse of the epitome of evil that man can exhibit toward his fellow man and toward God. This is an ugly sight and is likely to leave us despondent and depressed. But the crucifixion was not the end of the story. How grateful we can be that we have a sequel: a glimpse of the infinite mercy of God toward man--the gift of atonement, the miracle of the resurrection, and the expectation of Easter morning. *Dr. C. Truman Davis is a graduate of the University of Tennessee College of Medicine. He is a practicing ophthalmologist, a pastor, and author of a book about medicine and the Bible.
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  • THE DEATH Of JESUS.
    A medical explanation of what Jesus endured on the day He died.

    By Dr. C. Truman Davis*
    A Physician Analyzes the Crucifixion.

    From New Wine Magazine, April 1982.

    Originally published in Arizona Medicine,
    March 1965, Arizona Medical Association.

    Several years ago I became interested in the physical aspects of the passion, or suffering, of Jesus Christ, when I read an account of the crucifixion in Jim Bishop's book, The Day Christ Died. I suddenly realized that I had taken the crucifixion more or less for granted all these years - that I had grown callous to its horror by a too-easy familiarity with the grim details. It finally occurred to me that, as a physician, I did not even know the actual immediate cause of Christ's death.

    The gospel writers do not help much on this point. Since crucifixion and scourging were so common
    during their lifetimes, they undoubtedly considered a detailed description superfluous. For that reason we have only the concise words of the evangelists: "Pilate, having scourged Jesus,
    delivered Him to them to be crucified ... and they crucified Him."

    Despite the gospel accounts silence on the details of Christ's crucifixion, many have looked into
    this subject in the past. In my personal study of the event from a medical viewpoint, I am
    indebted especially to Dr. Pierre Barbet, a French surgeon who did exhaustive historical and
    experimental research and wrote extensively on the topic.

    An attempt to examine the infinite psychical and spiritual suffering of the Incarnate God in atonement for the sins of fallen man is beyond the scope of this article.

    However, the
    physiological and anatomical aspects of our Lord's passion we can examine in some detail. What did the body of Jesus of Nazareth actually endure during those hours of torture?

    Gethsemane.
    The physical passion of Christ began in Gethsemane. Of the many aspects of His initial
    suffering, the one which is of particular physiological interest is the bloody sweat. Interestingly
    enough, the physician, St. Luke, is the only evangelist to mention this occurrence. He says, "And
    being in an agony, he prayed the longer. And his sweat became as drops of blood, trickling down
    upon the ground" (Luke 22:44 KJV).
    Every attempt imaginable has been used by modern scholars to explain away the phenomenon of bloody sweat, apparently under the mistaken impression that it simply does not occur. A great
    deal of effort could be saved by consulting the medical literature. Though very rare, the
    phenomenon of hematidrosis, or bloody sweat, is well documented. Under great emotional stress, tiny capillaries in the sweat glands can break, thus mixing blood with sweat. This process alone
    could have produced marked weakness and possible shock.

    Although Jesus' betrayal and arrest are important portions of the passion story, the next event in the account which is significant from a medical perspective is His trial before the Sanhedrin and Caiaphas, the High Priest. Here the first physical trauma was inflicted. A soldier struck Jesus
    across the face for remaining silent when questioned by Caiaphas. The palace guards then blindfolded Him, mockingly taunted Him to identify them as each passed by, spat on Him, and struck Him in the face.

    Before Pilate.
    In the early morning, battered and bruised, dehydrated, and worn out from a sleepless night,
    Jesus was taken across Jerusalem to the Praetorium of the Fortress Antonia, the seat of
    government of the Procurator of Judea, Pontius Pilate. We are familiar with Pilate's action in
    attempting to shift responsibility to Herod Antipas, the Tetrarch of Judea. Jesus apparently
    suffered no physical mistreatment at the hands of Herod and was returned to Pilate. It was then,
    in response to the outcry of the mob, that Pilate ordered Barabbas released and condemned Jesus
    to scourging and crucifixion.
    Preparations for Jesus' scourging were carried out at Caesar's orders. The prisoner was stripped
    of His clothing and His hands tied to a post above His head. The Roman legionnaire stepped
    forward with the flagrum, or flagellum, in his hand. This was a short whip consisting of several
    heavy, leather thongs with two small balls of lead attached near the ends of each. The heavy
    whip was brought down with full force again and again across Jesus' shoulders, back, and legs.
    At first the weighted thongs cut through the skin only. Then, as the blows continued, they cut
    deeper into the subcutaneous tissues, producing first an oozing of blood from the capillaries and veins of the skin and finally spurting arterial bleeding from vessels in the underlying muscles.

    The small balls of lead first produced large deep bruises that were broken open by subsequent
    blows. Finally, the skin of the back was hanging in long ribbons, and the entire area was an
    unrecognizable mass of torn, bleeding tissue. When it was determined by the centurion in charge
    that the prisoner was near death, the beating was finally stopped.

    Mockery .
    The half-fainting Jesus was then untied and allowed to slump to the stone pavement, wet with his
    own blood. The Roman soldiers saw a great joke in this provincial Jew claiming to be a king.
    They threw a robe across His shoulders and placed a stick in His hand for a scepter. They still
    needed a crown to make their travesty complete. Small flexible branches covered with long
    thorns, commonly used for kindling fires in the charcoal braziers in the courtyard, were plaited
    into the shape of a crude crown. The crown was pressed into his scalp and again there was
    copious bleeding as the thorns pierced the very vascular tissue. After mocking Him and striking
    Him across the face, the soldiers took the stick from His hand and struck Him across the head,
    driving the thorns deeper into His scalp. Finally, they tired of their sadistic sport and tore the
    robe from His back. The robe had already become adherent to the clots of blood and serum in the
    wounds, and its removal, just as in the careless removal of a surgical bandage, caused
    excruciating pain. The wounds again began to bleed.
    Golgotha In deference to Jewish custom, the Romans apparently returned His garments. The heavy patibulum of the cross was tied across His shoulders. The procession of the condemned Christ, two thieves, and the execution detail of Roman soldiers headed by a centurion began its slow
    journey along the route which we know today as the Via Dolorosa.

    In spite of Jesus' efforts to walk erect, the weight of the heavy wooden beam, together with the shock produced by copious loss of blood, was too much. He stumbled and fell. The rough wood of the beam gouged into the lacerated skin and muscles of the shoulders. He tried to rise, but human muscles had been pushed beyond their endurance.

    The centurion, anxious to proceed with
    the crucifixion, selected a stalwart North African onlooker, Simon of Cyrene, to carry the cross.
    Jesus followed, still bleeding and sweating the cold, clammy sweat of shock. The 650-yard
    journey from the Fortress Antonia to Golgotha was finally completed. The prisoner was again stripped of His clothing except for a loin cloth which was allowed by the Jews.

    The crucifixion began.
    Jesus was offered wine mixed with myrrh, a mild analgesic, pain-reliving
    mixture. He refused the drink. Simon was ordered to place the patibulum on the ground, and
    Jesus was quickly thrown backward, with His shoulders against the wood. The legionnaire felt
    for the depression at the front of the wrist. He drove a heavy, square wrought-iron nail through
    the wrist and deep into the wood. Quickly, he moved to the other side and repeated the action,
    being careful not to pull the arms too tightly, but to allow some flexion and movement. The
    patibulum was then lifted into place at the top of the stipes, and the titulus reading "Jesus of
    Nazareth, King of the Jews" was nailed into place.

    The left foot was pressed backward against the right foot. With both feet extended, toes down, a
    nail was driven through the arch of each, leaving the knees moderately flexed. The victim was
    now crucified.

    On the Cross.
    As Jesus slowly sagged down with more weight on the nails in the wrists, excruciating, fiery pain shot along the fingers and up the arms to explode in the brain. The nails in the wrists were putting pressure on the median nerve, large nerve trunks which traverse the mid-wrist and hand.

    As He pushed himself upward to avoid this stretching torment, He placed His full weight on the
    nail through His feet. Again there was searing agony as the nail tore through the nerves between
    the metatarsal bones of this feet.

    At this point, another phenomenon occurred. As the arms fatigued, great waves of cramps swept
    over the muscles, knotting them in deep relentless, throbbing pain. With these cramps came the inability to push Himself upward. Hanging by the arm, the pectoral muscles, the large muscles of the chest, were paralyzed and the intercostal muscles, the small muscles between the ribs, were
    unable to act.

    Air could be drawn into the lungs, but could not be exhaled. Jesus fought to raise
    Himself in order to get even one short breath. Finally, the carbon dioxide level increased in the
    lungs and in the blood stream, and the cramps partially subsided.

    The Last Words Spasmodically.

    He was able to push Himself upward to exhale and bring in life-giving oxygen. It
    was undoubtedly during these periods that He uttered the seven short sentences that are recorded.

    The first - looking down at the Roman soldiers throwing dice for His seamless garment:
    "Father, forgive them for they do not know what they do."

    The second - to the penitent thief: "Today, thou shalt be with me in Paradise."

    The third - looking down at Mary His mother, He said: "Woman, behold your son." Then turning
    to the terrified, grief-stricken adolescent John , the beloved apostle, He said: "Behold your
    mother."

    The fourth cry is from the beginning of Psalm 22: "My God, My God, why have You forsaken
    Me?"

    He suffered hours of limitless pain, cycles of twisting, joint-rending cramps, intermittent partial
    asphyxiation, and searing pain as tissue was torn from His lacerated back from His movement up
    and down against the rough timbers of the cross. Then another agony began: a deep crushing
    pain in the chest as the pericardium, the sac surrounding the heart, slowly filled with serum and began to compress the heart.

    The prophecy in Psalm 22:14 was being fulfilled: "I am poured out like water, and all my bones
    are out of joint, my heart is like wax; it is melted in the midst of my bowels."
    The end was rapidly approaching. The loss of tissue fluids had reached a critical level; the compressed heart was struggling to pump heavy, thick, sluggish blood to the tissues, and the tortured lungs were making a frantic effort to inhale small gulps of air.

    The markedly dehydrated
    tissues sent their flood of stimuli to the brain. Jesus gasped His fifth cry: "I thirst."

    Again we read
    in the prophetic psalm: "My strength is dried up like a potsherd; my tongue cleaveth to my jaws;
    and thou has brought me into the dust of death" (Psalm 22:15 KJV).

    A sponge soaked in posca, the cheap, sour wine that was the staple drink of the Roman
    legionnaires, was lifted to Jesus' lips. His body was now in extremis, and He could feel the chill of death creeping through His tissues.

    This realization brought forth His sixth word, possibly
    little more than a tortured whisper: "It is finished."
    His mission of atonement had been
    completed.

    Finally, He could allow His body to die. With one last surge of strength, He once
    again pressed His torn feet against the nail, straightened His legs, took a deeper breath, and
    uttered His seventh and last cry: "Father, into Your hands I commit My spirit."

    Death.
    The common method of ending a crucifixion was by crurifracture, the breaking of the bones of
    the leg. This prevented the victim from pushing himself upward; the tension could not be
    relieved from the muscles of the chest, and rapid suffocation occurred. The legs of the two
    thieves were broken, but when the soldiers approached Jesus, they saw that this was unnecessary.

    Apparently, to make doubly sure of death, the legionnaire drove his lance between the ribs,
    upward through the pericardium and into the heart. John 19:34 states, "And immediately there
    came out blood and water." Thus there was an escape of watery fluid from the sac surrounding
    the heart and the blood of the interior of the heart.

    This is rather conclusive post-mortem
    evidence that Jesus died, not the usual crucifixion death by suffocation, but of heart failure due to shock and constriction of the heart by fluid in the pericardium.

    Resurrection.
    In these events, we have seen a glimpse of the epitome of evil that man can exhibit toward his
    fellow man and toward God. This is an ugly sight and is likely to leave us despondent and
    depressed.

    But the crucifixion was not the end of the story. How grateful we can be that we have a sequel: a
    glimpse of the infinite mercy of God toward man--the gift of atonement, the miracle of the
    resurrection, and the expectation of Easter morning.

    *Dr. C. Truman Davis is a graduate of the University of Tennessee College of Medicine. He is a practicing ophthalmologist, a pastor, and author of a book about medicine and the Bible.
    THE DEATH Of JESUS. A medical explanation of what Jesus endured on the day He died. By Dr. C. Truman Davis* A Physician Analyzes the Crucifixion. From New Wine Magazine, April 1982. Originally published in Arizona Medicine, March 1965, Arizona Medical Association. Several years ago I became interested in the physical aspects of the passion, or suffering, of Jesus Christ, when I read an account of the crucifixion in Jim Bishop's book, The Day Christ Died. I suddenly realized that I had taken the crucifixion more or less for granted all these years - that I had grown callous to its horror by a too-easy familiarity with the grim details. It finally occurred to me that, as a physician, I did not even know the actual immediate cause of Christ's death. The gospel writers do not help much on this point. Since crucifixion and scourging were so common during their lifetimes, they undoubtedly considered a detailed description superfluous. For that reason we have only the concise words of the evangelists: "Pilate, having scourged Jesus, delivered Him to them to be crucified ... and they crucified Him." Despite the gospel accounts silence on the details of Christ's crucifixion, many have looked into this subject in the past. In my personal study of the event from a medical viewpoint, I am indebted especially to Dr. Pierre Barbet, a French surgeon who did exhaustive historical and experimental research and wrote extensively on the topic. An attempt to examine the infinite psychical and spiritual suffering of the Incarnate God in atonement for the sins of fallen man is beyond the scope of this article. However, the physiological and anatomical aspects of our Lord's passion we can examine in some detail. What did the body of Jesus of Nazareth actually endure during those hours of torture? Gethsemane. The physical passion of Christ began in Gethsemane. Of the many aspects of His initial suffering, the one which is of particular physiological interest is the bloody sweat. Interestingly enough, the physician, St. Luke, is the only evangelist to mention this occurrence. He says, "And being in an agony, he prayed the longer. And his sweat became as drops of blood, trickling down upon the ground" (Luke 22:44 KJV). Every attempt imaginable has been used by modern scholars to explain away the phenomenon of bloody sweat, apparently under the mistaken impression that it simply does not occur. A great deal of effort could be saved by consulting the medical literature. Though very rare, the phenomenon of hematidrosis, or bloody sweat, is well documented. Under great emotional stress, tiny capillaries in the sweat glands can break, thus mixing blood with sweat. This process alone could have produced marked weakness and possible shock. Although Jesus' betrayal and arrest are important portions of the passion story, the next event in the account which is significant from a medical perspective is His trial before the Sanhedrin and Caiaphas, the High Priest. Here the first physical trauma was inflicted. A soldier struck Jesus across the face for remaining silent when questioned by Caiaphas. The palace guards then blindfolded Him, mockingly taunted Him to identify them as each passed by, spat on Him, and struck Him in the face. Before Pilate. In the early morning, battered and bruised, dehydrated, and worn out from a sleepless night, Jesus was taken across Jerusalem to the Praetorium of the Fortress Antonia, the seat of government of the Procurator of Judea, Pontius Pilate. We are familiar with Pilate's action in attempting to shift responsibility to Herod Antipas, the Tetrarch of Judea. Jesus apparently suffered no physical mistreatment at the hands of Herod and was returned to Pilate. It was then, in response to the outcry of the mob, that Pilate ordered Barabbas released and condemned Jesus to scourging and crucifixion. Preparations for Jesus' scourging were carried out at Caesar's orders. The prisoner was stripped of His clothing and His hands tied to a post above His head. The Roman legionnaire stepped forward with the flagrum, or flagellum, in his hand. This was a short whip consisting of several heavy, leather thongs with two small balls of lead attached near the ends of each. The heavy whip was brought down with full force again and again across Jesus' shoulders, back, and legs. At first the weighted thongs cut through the skin only. Then, as the blows continued, they cut deeper into the subcutaneous tissues, producing first an oozing of blood from the capillaries and veins of the skin and finally spurting arterial bleeding from vessels in the underlying muscles. The small balls of lead first produced large deep bruises that were broken open by subsequent blows. Finally, the skin of the back was hanging in long ribbons, and the entire area was an unrecognizable mass of torn, bleeding tissue. When it was determined by the centurion in charge that the prisoner was near death, the beating was finally stopped. Mockery . The half-fainting Jesus was then untied and allowed to slump to the stone pavement, wet with his own blood. The Roman soldiers saw a great joke in this provincial Jew claiming to be a king. They threw a robe across His shoulders and placed a stick in His hand for a scepter. They still needed a crown to make their travesty complete. Small flexible branches covered with long thorns, commonly used for kindling fires in the charcoal braziers in the courtyard, were plaited into the shape of a crude crown. The crown was pressed into his scalp and again there was copious bleeding as the thorns pierced the very vascular tissue. After mocking Him and striking Him across the face, the soldiers took the stick from His hand and struck Him across the head, driving the thorns deeper into His scalp. Finally, they tired of their sadistic sport and tore the robe from His back. The robe had already become adherent to the clots of blood and serum in the wounds, and its removal, just as in the careless removal of a surgical bandage, caused excruciating pain. The wounds again began to bleed. Golgotha In deference to Jewish custom, the Romans apparently returned His garments. The heavy patibulum of the cross was tied across His shoulders. The procession of the condemned Christ, two thieves, and the execution detail of Roman soldiers headed by a centurion began its slow journey along the route which we know today as the Via Dolorosa. In spite of Jesus' efforts to walk erect, the weight of the heavy wooden beam, together with the shock produced by copious loss of blood, was too much. He stumbled and fell. The rough wood of the beam gouged into the lacerated skin and muscles of the shoulders. He tried to rise, but human muscles had been pushed beyond their endurance. The centurion, anxious to proceed with the crucifixion, selected a stalwart North African onlooker, Simon of Cyrene, to carry the cross. Jesus followed, still bleeding and sweating the cold, clammy sweat of shock. The 650-yard journey from the Fortress Antonia to Golgotha was finally completed. The prisoner was again stripped of His clothing except for a loin cloth which was allowed by the Jews. The crucifixion began. Jesus was offered wine mixed with myrrh, a mild analgesic, pain-reliving mixture. He refused the drink. Simon was ordered to place the patibulum on the ground, and Jesus was quickly thrown backward, with His shoulders against the wood. The legionnaire felt for the depression at the front of the wrist. He drove a heavy, square wrought-iron nail through the wrist and deep into the wood. Quickly, he moved to the other side and repeated the action, being careful not to pull the arms too tightly, but to allow some flexion and movement. The patibulum was then lifted into place at the top of the stipes, and the titulus reading "Jesus of Nazareth, King of the Jews" was nailed into place. The left foot was pressed backward against the right foot. With both feet extended, toes down, a nail was driven through the arch of each, leaving the knees moderately flexed. The victim was now crucified. On the Cross. As Jesus slowly sagged down with more weight on the nails in the wrists, excruciating, fiery pain shot along the fingers and up the arms to explode in the brain. The nails in the wrists were putting pressure on the median nerve, large nerve trunks which traverse the mid-wrist and hand. As He pushed himself upward to avoid this stretching torment, He placed His full weight on the nail through His feet. Again there was searing agony as the nail tore through the nerves between the metatarsal bones of this feet. At this point, another phenomenon occurred. As the arms fatigued, great waves of cramps swept over the muscles, knotting them in deep relentless, throbbing pain. With these cramps came the inability to push Himself upward. Hanging by the arm, the pectoral muscles, the large muscles of the chest, were paralyzed and the intercostal muscles, the small muscles between the ribs, were unable to act. Air could be drawn into the lungs, but could not be exhaled. Jesus fought to raise Himself in order to get even one short breath. Finally, the carbon dioxide level increased in the lungs and in the blood stream, and the cramps partially subsided. The Last Words Spasmodically. He was able to push Himself upward to exhale and bring in life-giving oxygen. It was undoubtedly during these periods that He uttered the seven short sentences that are recorded. The first - looking down at the Roman soldiers throwing dice for His seamless garment: "Father, forgive them for they do not know what they do." The second - to the penitent thief: "Today, thou shalt be with me in Paradise." The third - looking down at Mary His mother, He said: "Woman, behold your son." Then turning to the terrified, grief-stricken adolescent John , the beloved apostle, He said: "Behold your mother." The fourth cry is from the beginning of Psalm 22: "My God, My God, why have You forsaken Me?" He suffered hours of limitless pain, cycles of twisting, joint-rending cramps, intermittent partial asphyxiation, and searing pain as tissue was torn from His lacerated back from His movement up and down against the rough timbers of the cross. Then another agony began: a deep crushing pain in the chest as the pericardium, the sac surrounding the heart, slowly filled with serum and began to compress the heart. The prophecy in Psalm 22:14 was being fulfilled: "I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint, my heart is like wax; it is melted in the midst of my bowels." The end was rapidly approaching. The loss of tissue fluids had reached a critical level; the compressed heart was struggling to pump heavy, thick, sluggish blood to the tissues, and the tortured lungs were making a frantic effort to inhale small gulps of air. The markedly dehydrated tissues sent their flood of stimuli to the brain. Jesus gasped His fifth cry: "I thirst." Again we read in the prophetic psalm: "My strength is dried up like a potsherd; my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; and thou has brought me into the dust of death" (Psalm 22:15 KJV). A sponge soaked in posca, the cheap, sour wine that was the staple drink of the Roman legionnaires, was lifted to Jesus' lips. His body was now in extremis, and He could feel the chill of death creeping through His tissues. This realization brought forth His sixth word, possibly little more than a tortured whisper: "It is finished." His mission of atonement had been completed. Finally, He could allow His body to die. With one last surge of strength, He once again pressed His torn feet against the nail, straightened His legs, took a deeper breath, and uttered His seventh and last cry: "Father, into Your hands I commit My spirit." Death. The common method of ending a crucifixion was by crurifracture, the breaking of the bones of the leg. This prevented the victim from pushing himself upward; the tension could not be relieved from the muscles of the chest, and rapid suffocation occurred. The legs of the two thieves were broken, but when the soldiers approached Jesus, they saw that this was unnecessary. Apparently, to make doubly sure of death, the legionnaire drove his lance between the ribs, upward through the pericardium and into the heart. John 19:34 states, "And immediately there came out blood and water." Thus there was an escape of watery fluid from the sac surrounding the heart and the blood of the interior of the heart. This is rather conclusive post-mortem evidence that Jesus died, not the usual crucifixion death by suffocation, but of heart failure due to shock and constriction of the heart by fluid in the pericardium. Resurrection. In these events, we have seen a glimpse of the epitome of evil that man can exhibit toward his fellow man and toward God. This is an ugly sight and is likely to leave us despondent and depressed. But the crucifixion was not the end of the story. How grateful we can be that we have a sequel: a glimpse of the infinite mercy of God toward man--the gift of atonement, the miracle of the resurrection, and the expectation of Easter morning. *Dr. C. Truman Davis is a graduate of the University of Tennessee College of Medicine. He is a practicing ophthalmologist, a pastor, and author of a book about medicine and the Bible.
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  • Good morning, brethren.
    1. Morning devotion for today.

    MD.i. MORNING TEA. THE WORD FOR TODAY. FRIDAY JUNE 19, 2026.
    "DECISION, DISCIPLINE AND DETERMINATION"

    'It is sin to know what you ought to do and then not do it.’ James 4:17 NLT

    BRIAN TRACY says: ‘There are so many good things you can do, that your ability to decide may be the critical determinant of what you accomplish. If you’re like most people, you’re overwhelmed with too much to do and too little time. Mark Twain once joked that if first thing every morning you eat a frog, you’ll go through the rest of the day knowing that’s the worst that can happen! Your ‘frog’ is the most important task…the one you’re likely to procrastinate on…the one that can have the greatest positive impact…Treat it as a personal challenge…resist the temptation to start with the easier task. If you ‘eat’ it first, it’ll give you energy and momentum for the rest. Success is determined by the habits you develop. Setting priorities, overcoming procrastination and getting on with the most important task is a mental and physical skill, learnable through practice and repetition until it becomes a permanent part of your behaviour. Once it becomes a habit, it’s automatic and easy to do. When you complete a task of any size or importance, you get a surge of energy. It triggers the release of endorphins that give you a natural ‘high.’ The ‘rush’ that follows makes you feel more positive, personable, creative and confident.’ What you put off until tomorrow, you’ll put off again tomorrow. Plus, it’s ‘sin to know what you ought to do and…not do it.’ Success requires decision, discipline and determination. Make the decision, discipline yourself until it becomes automatic and stay determined until it becomes part of who you are.
    Bible In A Year: Jer 4-6; Mark 15: 1-20; PS 144:9-15; Pro 14:5-8. Courtesy: Grace So Amazing Foundation.?
    *To partner with us, kindly refer to page 9 of the hard copy edition or simply send us a WhatsApp message/call on +2348128000068.*.

    MD.ii. CAN WE POSTPONE GOD'S JUDGMENT?

    "Whoever believes in Him is not condemned, but whoever does not believe stands condemned already because they have not believed in the name of God’s one and only Son." - John 3:18

    The Bible shows us that intercession and prayer can delay God's judgment. Repentance and rebirth even stop God’s judgment. We see this in Genesis 18:17, when God says to Himself: ‘Shall I hide from Abraham what I am about to do?’

    God was planned to destroy the sinful cities of Sodom and Gomorrah. God decided to trust Abraham, but when Abraham heard what God was about to do, Abraham thought about his cousin Lot and his family who lived in Sodom.

    Intercede for others

    Abraham starts to pray and intercede with God. Years later we read that Moses and king David did the same for the people of Israel. Jesus Christ was and is also doing this; He is the best Person to pray and intercede on our behalf with the Father. Do you see how important it is that we, children of God, also intercede with God?

    The world in which our children grow up, is worse than we can imagine. But we as the children of God are able to delay the just but also terrible judgment of God to the world. We can delay it by praying and interceding, but also by working hard so many souls will safely enter the Ark of salvation (Jesus).

    There will come a time when sin-level reaches its full measure, however by praying and interceding we are able to move the heart of God. Romans 5:20 says that when sin increases, God’s grace increases even more. We have a message for this world: Jesus Christ is the Ark of salvation! Be an intercessor on behalf of others! And help preach this gospel by praying for us and supporting us financially. Do what you can, yes, even beyond your ability, to win souls before the judgment comes.


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    2. Morning Prayer for today.

    MP.i. Morning Prayer

    Commit thy way unto the LORD; trust also in him; and he shall bring [it] to pass. ⏤ Psalm 37:5

    The great thing is to be always on the watch for God’s hand, to be ready to see His will and to do it joyfully. ⏤ George MacDonald

    Almighty God, our heavenly Father, we worship You with the beginning of this new day. Life can be beautiful and good, only as it has Your blessing on it. We give this day to You, and we give ourselves to You. We are indeed Yours. You created us, and You also redeemed us. We are not our own, for we are bought with a very high price. Help us to glorify You in all that we do.

    Accept our hearty thanks for the rest and all the goodness of the past night. We have slept and awakened, for You have sustained us. We thank You for our home and all its blessings and mercies. We thank You . . .
    For the morning's light and for its health,
    For our opportunities and privileges,
    For the goodness and mercy that follow us always.

    We confess our sins. We have erred and strayed from Your ways like lost sheep. We have done those things which we ought not to have done. We have left undone those things which we ought to have done, and there is no soundness in us. You have promised that if we confess our sins, You are faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness. Grant us Your forgiveness and Your peace.

    As we go out today, we know not what lies before us. The paths are all hidden from our eyes. We know not what dangers, what surprises of temptation or of sorrow may await us. But we are not afraid to go into the day, for You know all that is before us. So we put our hands in Yours, and we ask You to lead us forth. We shall be safe with You, no matter what may come. Lead us where You will and provide for us wherever we go. We ask in the name of Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.

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    Good morning, brethren. 1. Morning devotion for today. MD.i. 😀💝🌺🎁🌹🎀 MORNING TEA. THE WORD FOR TODAY. FRIDAY JUNE 19, 2026. "DECISION, DISCIPLINE AND DETERMINATION" 'It is sin to know what you ought to do and then not do it.’ James 4:17 NLT BRIAN TRACY says: ‘There are so many good things you can do, that your ability to decide may be the critical determinant of what you accomplish. If you’re like most people, you’re overwhelmed with too much to do and too little time. Mark Twain once joked that if first thing every morning you eat a frog, you’ll go through the rest of the day knowing that’s the worst that can happen! Your ‘frog’ is the most important task…the one you’re likely to procrastinate on…the one that can have the greatest positive impact…Treat it as a personal challenge…resist the temptation to start with the easier task. If you ‘eat’ it first, it’ll give you energy and momentum for the rest. Success is determined by the habits you develop. Setting priorities, overcoming procrastination and getting on with the most important task is a mental and physical skill, learnable through practice and repetition until it becomes a permanent part of your behaviour. Once it becomes a habit, it’s automatic and easy to do. When you complete a task of any size or importance, you get a surge of energy. It triggers the release of endorphins that give you a natural ‘high.’ The ‘rush’ that follows makes you feel more positive, personable, creative and confident.’ What you put off until tomorrow, you’ll put off again tomorrow. Plus, it’s ‘sin to know what you ought to do and…not do it.’ Success requires decision, discipline and determination. Make the decision, discipline yourself until it becomes automatic and stay determined until it becomes part of who you are. Bible In A Year: Jer 4-6; Mark 15: 1-20; PS 144:9-15; Pro 14:5-8. Courtesy: Grace So Amazing Foundation.💝? *To partner with us, kindly refer to page 9 of the hard copy edition or simply send us a WhatsApp message/call on +2348128000068.*💝🌹🌷🎀. MD.ii. CAN WE POSTPONE GOD'S JUDGMENT? "Whoever believes in Him is not condemned, but whoever does not believe stands condemned already because they have not believed in the name of God’s one and only Son." - John 3:18 The Bible shows us that intercession and prayer can delay God's judgment. Repentance and rebirth even stop God’s judgment. We see this in Genesis 18:17, when God says to Himself: ‘Shall I hide from Abraham what I am about to do?’ God was planned to destroy the sinful cities of Sodom and Gomorrah. God decided to trust Abraham, but when Abraham heard what God was about to do, Abraham thought about his cousin Lot and his family who lived in Sodom. Intercede for others Abraham starts to pray and intercede with God. Years later we read that Moses and king David did the same for the people of Israel. Jesus Christ was and is also doing this; He is the best Person to pray and intercede on our behalf with the Father. Do you see how important it is that we, children of God, also intercede with God? The world in which our children grow up, is worse than we can imagine. But we as the children of God are able to delay the just but also terrible judgment of God to the world. We can delay it by praying and interceding, but also by working hard so many souls will safely enter the Ark of salvation (Jesus). There will come a time when sin-level reaches its full measure, however by praying and interceding we are able to move the heart of God. Romans 5:20 says that when sin increases, God’s grace increases even more. We have a message for this world: Jesus Christ is the Ark of salvation! Be an intercessor on behalf of others! And help preach this gospel by praying for us and supporting us financially. Do what you can, yes, even beyond your ability, to win souls before the judgment comes. https://www.theblessingdevotional.com 2. Morning Prayer for today. MP.i. Morning Prayer Commit thy way unto the LORD; trust also in him; and he shall bring [it] to pass. ⏤ Psalm 37:5 The great thing is to be always on the watch for God’s hand, to be ready to see His will and to do it joyfully. ⏤ George MacDonald Almighty God, our heavenly Father, we worship You with the beginning of this new day. Life can be beautiful and good, only as it has Your blessing on it. We give this day to You, and we give ourselves to You. We are indeed Yours. You created us, and You also redeemed us. We are not our own, for we are bought with a very high price. Help us to glorify You in all that we do. Accept our hearty thanks for the rest and all the goodness of the past night. We have slept and awakened, for You have sustained us. We thank You for our home and all its blessings and mercies. We thank You . . . For the morning's light and for its health, For our opportunities and privileges, For the goodness and mercy that follow us always. We confess our sins. We have erred and strayed from Your ways like lost sheep. We have done those things which we ought not to have done. We have left undone those things which we ought to have done, and there is no soundness in us. You have promised that if we confess our sins, You are faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness. Grant us Your forgiveness and Your peace. As we go out today, we know not what lies before us. The paths are all hidden from our eyes. We know not what dangers, what surprises of temptation or of sorrow may await us. But we are not afraid to go into the day, for You know all that is before us. So we put our hands in Yours, and we ask You to lead us forth. We shall be safe with You, no matter what may come. Lead us where You will and provide for us wherever we go. We ask in the name of Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen. https://www.youdevotion.com/daily-prayer/miller/75/morning #taptapstudio #youdevotion.
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