PLEASE! DON'T GO AWAY. YOU MAY HAVE
SOMETHING IMPORTANT DOING NOW, JUST
READ THIS. I TAKE THE PAIN TO TYPE IT, JUST
READ IT. NO MATTER HOW STRESSFUL.


THE PIT OF HELL


THE LORD LED me to a different area outside the gates of the kingdom. We continued to ascend the mountain, and as we climb higher and higher the road became rougher and rougher. We hiked along this narrow road for a long time, and it eventually led us through a dark tunnel. When we emerged from the tunnel, I noticed that we had climbed even higher up the hillside. It
seemed strange to me that heaven would have such a dark tunnel and a winding, rough road. When we reach the summit and I looked over the crest of the mountain, I could see fumes and dark smoke rising from a deep pit. It was like a crater of a volcano, and inside I could see flames scorching a multitude of people who were screaming and crying in the kind of agony that the severely burned truly know. The people were naked, without hair, and standing close to one another, moving like worms, and the flames were scorching their bodies. There was no escape for those who were captured in the pit. Its walls were too deep for them to climb, and hot coals of fire were all
around the edges.


Even though the Lord did not tell me this, I knew I was standing at the brink of hell. It was even more horrible than the description the Bible gives (REV. 20:13-15). Throughout the Gospels and the book of Revelation, Jesus was careful to tell us about the horrors of hell.
The flames would leap out unexpectedly from all
directions... There was no rest for these unfortunate victims of sin; they were doomed to spend all eternity being scorched and burnt as they endeavored to escape the flames of hell


"who are these people?"I asked. "My daughter, these people did not know Me" He (JESUS) said this statement with a voice that heaved with grief. I could tell that the Lord was not pleased by the sight in front of us; it bothered Him deeply. I knew that He had
no control over the destinies of people who deliberately chose to reject Him. These were the ones who were writhing in pain and suffering in
the pit.


... I know many people who do not believe in the either place, and I knew it would become my mission to show then the reality of the afterlife.
I knew my parent had never given their hearts to Jesus, so I began to wonder about them.
"LORD, WHAT ABOUT MY PARENT?" I asked. "I
KNOW THEY WEREN'T SAVED, BUT THEY WERE
GOOD PEOPLE."
"I'M SORRY, MY DAUGHTER. THERE IS NOTHING
I CAN DO FOR THOSE WHO DO NOT KNOW ME."
My Lord's voice was so sad when He said this.
The importance of His world stung me as I realized my mother and father must be among the doomed I was watching in the pit of hell...


The Lord touched my head, and took my hand,
leading me down a dark tunnel, and we emerged
on another rough road that is very far and to
the edge of the pit... The whole region seemed
to be filled with dead grass. I noticed multitudes of people who were wearing sand-coloured robes roaming aimlessly in the vicinity of the pit's yawning mouth...
"who are this people, Lord?" I asked.
They are disobedient 'Christians'"
"How long we they have to stay in this barren, lifeless place?"
"FOREVER, My daughter. The only ones who will
enter My kingdom are the pure in heart My obedient children."
He (JESUS) went on to explain:"Many who call
themselves Christians do not live by My word, and some of them think that going to church once a week is enough. They never read My words, and they pursue earthly things. Some who know my words never have their hearts with Me"....
"My daughter, My word says that it is hard to enter the kingdom of heaven, but so few really believe this and understand its importance. I am revealing this to you so that you can warn them," He explained.


In essence, Christianity is so simple that it eludes so many. Human beings have the tendency to need to complicate everything, including matters of faith. Jesus simply wants people to come to Him in faith so He can lead them and help them. I now knew more fully than I had ever known before, that whosoever may come to Him will receive eternal life (John3:16)
There is no word in the dictionary that truly
identifies what I felt at that moment. It was the mixture of fear, desperation, hurt, terror, sadness and hopelessness. Then I realized that these were the very emotions that my mother would have to experience throughout all eternity.


The last days are truly upon us. The Lord's patience has been most gracious up till now, but He is getting ready to come again to receive His children to Himself. My job is to warn the whole world about these event that are "just around the corner."

COINED FROM CHOO THOMAS BOOK "HEAVEN IS SO REAL"

Go on your knees and Pray now that you
may not miss it. Share this with your
love ones. Revelation 3:10-13
MARANATHA!

Lee, Haak-Sung:


With a firm determination, I started praying in tongues, when suddenly the cross hanging behind the podium radiated with bright light, and a round door appeared. A little later, Jesus appeared. "Haak-Sung. I love you. " I could not contain the happiness that overwhelmed me. " Haak-Sung, there is some place you have to go with Me, so let's go. " As soon as Jesus took my hand, my body floated in the air as light as a feather. When
we arrived at our destination, there was a strange
stench, and it was very dirty. I could hardly breathe due to the offensive smell all around me.


" Jesus, my beloved Jesus. Where are we? I can't see too well in front of me, " I shouted, but Jesus said, " Haak-Sung, don't be frightened. This is hell. I will protect you, so do not worry. But look closely. "


The fire heated the gates of hell bright red, and
even before entering it was unbearably hot. I had
to turn away from the scorching fire and the intense heat. I asked," Jesus, how can we step into this pit of fire? I don't think I can do this. "
We went to a place that was pitch dark, and I could not see a thing. Then, as soon as Jesus touched my eyes, I could see very clearly. There was an old lady with a look of despair sitting motionless and wearing a white traditional Korean dress. Jesus instructed, " Haak Sung, look closer, " so I walked closer to the old lady. It
was my maternal grandmother, who had passed
away a few years earlier. When my mother left
home, my maternal grandmother raised me. My
grandmother loved us. I was not right that my
grandmother was in hell. With astonishment I shouted out to her, " Grandma, it's me, Haak- Sung. How can a gentle and kind person end up
here? Hurry, come out of there. "

My grandmother quickly recognized me, and surprised, she asked, " Haak-Sung, why are you
here? How did you come here? " I replied," Jesus
brought me here. Grandma, hurry and come out
of there. " My grandmother cried and shouted, " Haak-Sung, as much as I want to get out, you can't do what you want here. You must not end up here. Leave immediately. "

In tears I pleaded with Jesus, " Jesus, please help my grandmother come out. My grandmother lived a sad life. " In an instant, a large snake appeared below my
grandmother's leg and started coiling and winding up her body. I screamed loudly, " Ahh. " My grandmother fearfully shouted, " Save me, please, " but there was no use. " Jesus, my beloved Jesus, I am the one who's done so much evil, " I cried. " Please do something, please. "


Jesus did not say a word, but His heart was breaking as He watched. I cried and cried as I begged, but there was no use. Even in the midst of the craziness, she asked about the welfare of the family and worried about them. " Haak-Sung, how are your sisters? What about your mother? "
I replied, " Everyone is doing well, " and as I was
answering her, the snake wrapped around her
tighter. My grandmother's agonizing screams
grew louder and louder. Jesus took my hand and
guided me, saying, " Haak-Sung, it's time to go
now. " I left the cries of my grandmother behind
me and came out of hell. Jesus said, " In hell,
compared to the physical world, all your senses
are more certainly and clearly alive...Haa-Sung,
don't cry. You saw it clearly, so go and serve the
Lord faithfully. Do you understand? "

~A MESSAGE OF THE HEART TO MY DISTINCT
FRIENDS.~


Please, read this. Why I think you should never
stop sharing the truth.
Don't ignore!


I thank God always for the salvation of my soul. I
believe if I died two or three years ago, I will be
burning hopelessly and helplessly in hell by now.
That great day when my friend walked up to me and gave me a book. I collected it just to see what it's all about. Well, reading that book made me bleed in the heart. I was convicted and converted. I called my friends and we all gave our lives to God. What if I miss that opportunity or what if my friend refused to give me that book. I don't think any other thing can change me.


Did you remember the day of your salvation and
just wonder, what if that never happened. What if
I wasn't told. You should always shared the truth.


Why I was at college. A teacher called me into
his room for a discussion. He begin the talk with
stories of his miserable life. He told me the encounters of his woes. He concluded by saying he is tired of living and he is fed up of life. I was under great persecution then so my ways of telling people about God was seriously restricted by the school authority. I manage to tell him few things.


Few weeks after that. I left the school for a short holiday. It was at home that I heard that the same man is dead. At that moment, I realized my failure. If I had known, I would have laboured in prayer for this young man. I would have shared the whole truth with Him. But the mistake I made was that I don't realize he won't
live forever.


A brother shared this story too. He said the Holy
Spirit commanded him to preach to someone. He
gave excuse that he will do that the next day. Well... The next day came and he took his bible going to the man's house. When he got there, he was told that if he had come yesterday, he would have seen a living
man, but now he has finally came late. What did you think of this person? The sharing of the truth which is the heart beat and cry of God is not his much concern. We think that man we live forever?


Share on and make the truth your trademark. Make your banner clear! Make the world see the standard of God in you. When you and FATHER GOD talk in prayer. Please tell Him about your
facebook posts.


Share more, speak more, write more, pray and
live the word too. Who knows, May Be If You Speak Just Once More, You May save another soul from hell.
Thanks for reading it. I will cherish your comment pls.
PRAISE THE LORD OF LOVE Amen. —

Barbara was driving her six-year-old son, Benjamin, to his piano lesson. They were late, and Barbara was beginning to think she should have cancelled it. There was always so much to do, and Barbara, a night-duty nurse at the local hospital, had recently worked extra shifts. She was tired. The sleet storm and icy roads added to her tension. Maybe she should turn the car
around.


“Mom!” Ben cried. “Look!” Just ahead, a car had lost control on a patch of ice. As Barbara tapped the brakes, the other car spun wildly rolled over, then crashed sideways into a telephone pole. Barbara pulled over, skidded to a stop and threw open her door. Thank goodness she was a nurse – she might be able to help these unfortunate passengers. Then she paused. What about Ben? She couldn’t take him with her. Little boys
shouldn’t see scenes like the one she anticipated. But was it safe to leave him alone? What if their car were hit from behind?


For a brief moment Barbara considered going on her way. Someone else was sure to come along. No! “Ben, honey, promise me you’ll stay in the car!” “I will, Mommy,” he said as she ran, slipping and sliding toward the crash site. It was worse than she’d feared.
Two girls of high school age are in the car. One, the blond on the passenger side, was dead, killed on impact. The driver, however was still breathing. She was unconscious and pinned in the wreckage. Barbara quickly applied pressure to the wound in the teenager’s head while her practiced eye catalogued the other injuries. A broken leg, maybe two, along with probable
internal bleeding. But if help came soon, the girl would live.


A trucker had pulled up and was calling for help on his cellular phone. Soon Barbara heard the ambulance sirens. A few moments later she surrendered her lonely post to rescue workers.


“Good job,” one said as he examined the driver’s wounds. “You probably saved her life, ma’am.”
Perhaps. But as Barbara walked back to her car a feeling of sadness overwhelmed her, especially
for the family of the girl who had died. Their lives
would never be the same. Oh, God, why do such things have to happen?


Slowly Barbara opened her car door. What should
she tell Benjamin? He was staring at the crash site, his blue eyes huge. “Mom,” he whispered, “did you see it?” “See what, Honey?” she asked. “The angel, Mom! He came down from the sky while you were running to the car. And he opened the door, and he took that girl out.”
Barbara’s eyes filled with tears. “Which door, Ben?” “The passenger side. He took the girl’s hand, and they floated up to heaven together”
“What about the driver?” Ben shrugged. “I didn’t see anyone else.”


Later, Barbara was able to meet the families of the victims. They expressed their gratitude for the help she had provided. Barbara was able to give them something more – Ben’s vision. There was no way he could have known what happened to either of the passengers. Nor could the passenger door have been opened; Barbara had seen its tangle of immovable steel herself. Yet Ben's account brought consolation to
a grieving family. Their daughter was safe in Heaven. And they would see her again.

It's weighing heavy on me. It's all I can think
about, night and day. Before I bring it to you in
prayer, I suppose I should pray for those who are
less fortunate than me----- those in this world who have barely enough food for this day, and those who don't have a roof over their heads
at night.


I also pray for families who have lost loved ones
in sudden death, for parents whose children have leukemia, for the many people who are dying of brain tumors,for the hundreds of thousands who are laid waste with other terrible cancers, for people whose
bodies have been suddenly shattered in car wrecks, for those who are lying in hospital with agonizing burns over their bodies, whose faces have been burnt beyond recognition.


I pray for people with emphysema, whose eyes fill with terror as they struggle for every breath merely to live, for those who are tormented beyond words by irrational fears, for the elderly who are wracked with the pains of aging, whose only"escape" is death.
I pray for people who are watching their loved
ones fade before their eyes through the grief of
Alzheimer's disease, for the many thousands
who are suffering the agony of AIDS, for those
who are in such despair they are about to commit suicide, for people who are tormented by the demons of alcoholism, and drug addiction.


I pray for children who have been abandoned by
their parents, for those who are sexually abused, for wives held in quiet despair, beaten and abused by cruel and drunken husbands, for people whose minds have been destroyed by mental disorders, for those who
have lost everything in floods, tornadoes, hurricanes,and earthquakes.


I pray for the blind, who never see the faces of the ones they love, or the beauty of a sunrise, for those whose bodies are horribly deformed by painful arthritis, for the many whose lives will be taken from
them today by murderers, for those wasting
away on their deathbeds in hospitals.


Most of all, I cry out for the millions who don't
know the forgiveness that is in Jesus Christ.... for
those who in a moment of time will be swept into
Hell by the cold hand of death, and find to their utter horror the unspeakable vengeance of eternal fire. They will be eternally damned to everlasting punishment. O God, I pray for them. Strange, I can't seem to remember what my problem was. In Jesus name I pray,Amen."
write Amen, pray for them too, share. God bless
you as you pray for others!

OPENING CHARGE FOR EASTER CONFERENCE 2015, AKUNGBA OWO SUB ZONE

“But richer blood has flown from nobler vein

To purge the soul from guilt and cleanse the reddest stains”

__H. Bonar

Glory to God for His inexhaustible wealth of mercies, our Lord Jesus Christ that out of His limitless love has left the azure realm of glory above to embrace a wooden cross at Calvary in order to save us from eternal damnation, and the Holy Spirit for His comfort every moment on our pilgrimage. Indeed, we can affirm together with John Foley that in “the bid to find Christ, He has found us.”

Incontrovertibly, our contemporary world is wallowing under the tyrannical sway of darkness as the political, economic and even the religious institutions sink deeply into the chasm of compromises and retrogression. However, as the Lord has gathered us together this year again with a ‘Cry for Revival’, we hear the Lord saying expressly that “I shall restore the years that the locust have eaten… I will pour out my spirit on all flesh… and show wonders in Heaven and on earth” (Joel 2: 25, 28 and 30)

I have heard it sometimes said that “it is only in Christendom that a wounded soldier is shot”, but we come into this year conference with a yearning for revival and resuscitation. Therefore, I will charge every partaker of this invaluable and memorable gathering to be very sensitive to every dealings of God. Just as Bunyan once wrote, “he that is down fears no fall. He that is humble shall have God to be his guide.” Be expectant and encouraged to meet with our God who is resolved to do that which He has promised. Once again, you are wholeheartedly welcome to this memorable Easter Conference 2015 with the theme A Cry for Revival as we study together the book of Joel chapter 1, 2 and 3. May the good Lord bless you and make these days memorable. Amen

THE BLOOD OF THE HEROES OF FAITH WHO
CHANGED THE WORLD, THE PASSION OF HIS
ELECT.


All Who Sees This Should Just Stop By And
Read!


David Living Stone came to Africa when the
continent was still deadly to preach the Gospel
of Jesus. He lost his children and this poor man
could only say, "thank God they have gone
home. We will meet.".


His wife died also because of His mission to
Africa, he still don't give up. He was coming to
Africa one day when a lion attacked him, nearly
killed him. He managed to escape with one hand
lost. Yet this man died on his kneel praying for
Africa. When He was discovered dead, they saw
what he wrote with his last breath, LORD SAVE
AFRICA.


Imagine John Knox praying for years, "LORD
GIVE ME SCOTLAND OR I DIE"
READ THIS!


A young christian brother, his wife and children
went on a missionary journey to a town where
darkness reigns supreme!


As they were preaching, the people became
furious. They got hold of this wonderful family
and decided to teach them a lesson. They dug a
hole, big one indeed and threw them inside. They
began to bury them alive. As they were doing so,
they noticed just one thing. The entire family
were rejoicing, singing praises to God. This men
of darkness buried this young family alive.
After this, Holy Spirit began to touch the heart of
this weakened men. They can't help thinking about
what they have done. They were asking
questions like, why are they rejoicing? they are
strange. Why do they still believe in what they
believed even when it is clear they will die? Why
are they all singing?


God sent another man to that town. When this
person got there, they all accepted Jesus, not
because he brought another message but
because the blood of some heroes had been
shed.


Pls don't stop reading this now!
When I look at the gone Heroes of Faith. Those
whose foot print are still marked on the narrow
way! If I compare it with this day christian, Oh
what are few in number are still alive.


Oh God, where is the passion of Apostle Paul,
who did you give the brave heart Of David Living
Stone. Where is the passion of the dead heroes
of faith who on their rugged body bear the
agonizing mark of the cross. Time is changing,
the world is dying to the truth daily.
I don't need prosperity, promotion, provision,
popularity, or pleasure, but passion, power, fire
of God.


Create in me Oh God, the passion for the body of
Christ, the power of the men of Old. I don't want
to only get to heaven, I want to get to heaven
gloriously.


There is general dryness in the world, but the
blood of the heroes of faith still ring bells of
warning that we must be awake as knight of the
Heavenly King. We now have Christians without
passion and passion without real power.
Each time I see a missionary, I become
challenged because they are likely going to be
most blessed in heaven. why? They have
forsaken all only to retire into unknown station
for the sake of Christ, and sometimes suffers the
ugly fate of unmarked grave. Surprises we be in
heaven when the reward of the passionate will
greatly differs from the passive Christian that
narrowly escaped hell.


Can you say you are available to be the next
Hero of Faith. Or did you want to meet the
saviour with empty hand not even with a soul to
present. Why can't you pray for the unsaved?
Why did you speak against the other
denominations? Yes, not all denomination are
really saved but why not passionately pray for
them? The lost need our prayer. I'm available OH
LORD. God will reward you if you feel concern
about the dying majority going to hell because
there is enough hopeless brothers and sisters in
hell now.


God bless you!

Extreme light. COLORADO: RACHEL SCOTT♥


"I am not going to apologize for speaking the
name of Jesus. I will take it. If my friends have
to become my enemies for me to be with my
best friend, Jesus, then that's fine with me. I
always knew being a Christian means having
enemies, but I never thought that my 'friends'
were going to be those enemies."


Rachel was a student at Columbine High School
on the day two students opened fire in the
school. One gunman asked her if she still
believed in God. She looked him in the eye and
said yes, she still believed. He asked her why,
but he didn't let her answer before killing her.
Rachel Scott passed her test, and because she
did, her light reached beyond her school to
around the world. Long before the test came,
Rachel expressed her willingness to give her all
for Christ. The words from her journal, written
exactly one year before her death, tell about her
commitment: "I am not going to hide the light
that God has put into me. If I have to sacrifice
everything, I will."


"In the same way let your light shine before men,
that they may see your good works and praise
your Father in Heaven." MATTHEW 5:16
Let us count the cost and bear the cross. For
richer will be the crown and sweeter will be the
heaven! Sister Rachel's life is a challenge to
me...

Extreme unity! MAURITANIA Real life story


Maura had watched in horror as soldiers put out
her husband's eyes with hot irons, trying to
break his will. Now, hanging upside down with a
weight around his neck on the orders of the
Roman governor Arrianus, Timothy waited for his
gag to be removed. The fear he initially felt at
his arrest had been replaced with a sense of
divine calm.


Instead of renouncing his faith and disclosing the
location of his church's copies of the scriptures,
as the soldiers expected, Timothy scolded his
young wife "Do let your love for me come before
your love for Christ," he urged Maura, affirming
his willingness and determination to did for his
Saviour. Seeing her husband's courage, Maura's
own resolve was strengthened

.
Arrianus, already in a rage at Timothy refusal, set
out to break Maura's newfound courage. He
sentence her to the hardest tortures of the
Roman world. Yet she would not break. She
refused to deny Christ. After each had endured
unspeakable suffering, Timothy and Maura were
crucified, side by side.


"let us, then go to him outside the camp and
share his shame. For there is no permanent city
for us here on earth. We are looking for the city
which is to come." Hebrews 13 : 13 (GNB)
we must not look back! We must show to the
world who we are in Christ. We should pray for
ourselves as member of the same body. Who is
proud there to say I belong to Christ?
"I will go alone. Only the brave should
follow."__Alexander the great.

A young man, a student in one of our
universities, was one day taking a walk with a
professor, who was commonly called the
students’ friend, from his kindness to those who
waited on his instructions. As they went along,
they saw lying in the path a pair of old shoes,
which they supposed to belong to a poor man
who was employed in a field close by, and who
had nearly finished his day’s work.
The student turned to the professor, saying: “Let
us play the man a trick: we will hide his shoes,
and conceal ourselves behind those bushes, and
wait to see his perplexity when he cannot find
them.”


“My young friend,” answered the professor, “we
should never amuse ourselves at the expense of
the poor. But you are rich, and may give yourself
a much greater pleasure by means of the poor
man. Put a coin into each shoe, and then we will
hide ourselves and watch how the discovery
affects him.”


The student did so, and they both placed
themselves behind the bushes close by. The poor
man soon finished his work, and came across
the field to the path where he had left his coat
and shoes. While putting on his coat he slipped
his foot into one of his shoes; but feeling
something hard, he stooped down to feel what it
was, and found the coin. Astonishment and
wonder were seen upon his countenance.
He gazed upon the coin, turned it round, and
looked at it again and again. He then looked
around him on all sides, but no person was to be
seen. He now put the money into his pocket, and
proceeded to put on the other shoe; but
his surprise was doubled on finding the other
coin. His feelings overcame him; he fell upon his
knees, looked up to heaven and uttered aloud a
fervent thanksgiving, in which he spoke of his
wife, sick and helpless, and his children without
bread, whom the timely bounty, from some
unknown hand, would save from perishing.


The student stood there deeply affected, and his
eyes filled with tears. “Now,” said the professor,
“are you not much better pleased than if you had
played your intended trick?”
The youth replied, “You have taught me a lesson
which I will never forget. I feel now the truth of
those words, which I never understood before: ‘It
is more blessed to give than to receive.’”

YOU JUST HAVE TO READ THIS This is a true story of Mother’s Sacrifice during the China Earthquake. After the Earthquake had subsided, when the rescuers reached the ruins of a young woman’s house, they saw her dead body through the cracks. But her pose was somehow strange that she knelt on her knees like a person was worshiping; her body was leaning forward, and her two hands were supporting by anobject. The collapsed house had crashed her back and her head. With so many difficulties, the leader of the rescuer team put his hand through an arrow gap on the wall to reach the woman’s body. He was hoping that this woman could be still alive. However, the cold and stiff body told him that she had passed away for sure. He and the rest of the team left this house and were going to search the next collapsed building. For some reasons, the team leader was driven by a compelling force to go back to the ruin house of the dead woman. Again, he knelt down and used his had through the narrow cracks to search the little space under the dead body. Suddenly, he screamed with excitement,” A child! There is a child! “The whole team worked together; carefully they removed the piles of ruined objects around the dead woman. There was a 3 months old little boy wrapped in a flowery blanket under his mother’s dead body. Obviously, the woman had made an ultimate sacrifice for saving her son. When her house was falling, she used her body to make a cover to protect her son. The little boy was still sleeping peacefully when the team leader picked him up. The medical doctor came quickly to exam the little boy. After he opened the blanket, he saw a cell phone inside the blanket. There was a text message on the screen. It said,” If you can survive, you must remember that I love you.” This cell phone was passing around from one hand to another. Every body that read the message wept. ” If you can survive, you must remember that I love you.” Such is the mother’s love for her child!! "If you, then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give good gifts to those who ask him!" - Matthew 7:11

THE RACE
This is a poem written by an unknown person. It
tells the story of a young boy competing in a
race he desperately wants to win. But He has
fallen down three times. And each time his dad
has urged him to get up and win the race. Read
these lines slowly.

THE RACE
Defeat! He lay there silently, a tear dropped from
his eye.
"There's no sense running anymore___ three
strikes,
I'm out___why try?
The will to rise had disappeared, all hope had
fled away,
So far behind, so error prone, closer all the way.
"I've lost, so what's the use" he thought,
I'll live with my disgrace."
But them he thought about his dad who
soon he'd have to face.
"Get up", an echo sounded low,
"Get up and take your place.
You were not meant for failure here,
so get up and win the race."
With borrowed will, "Get up," it said
"You haven't lost all,
For winning is not more than this___
to rise each time you fall"

So up he rose to win once more, and with a new
commit,
He resolved that win or lose, at least he wouldn't
quit.
So far behind the others now, the most he'd ever
been,
Still he gave it all he had and ran as though to
win.
Three times he'd fallen stumbling,
three times he rose again,
Too far behind to hope to win, he still ran to the
end.

They cheered the winning runner as he crossed,
first place,
Head high and proud and happy; no falling, no
disgrace.
But when the fallen youngster crossed the line,
last place,
The crowd gave him greater cheer for
finishing the race.
And even though he came in last,
with head bowed low, unproud;
You would have thought he won the race,
to listen to the crowd.
And to his dad he sadly said, "I didn't do well."
"To me, you won," his father said.
"You rose each time you fell."

And now when things seems dark and hard
and difficult to face,
The memory of that little boy helps me in my
race.
For all of life is like that race,
with ups and downs and all,
And all you have to do to win____is rise each
time you fall.
"Quit! Give up, you're beaten," they still shout in
my face.
But another voice within me says,
"Get up and win that race"

_AUTHOR UNKNOWN
If you have read this far, you've done a good job.
Some probably ignored it because it's like a long
piece., my friend and reader,
"since we have so great a cloud of witnesses
surrounding us, let us also lay aside every
encumbrance, and the sin which so entangles us,
and let us run with endurance the race that is
set before us, fixing our eyes on Jesus.
(HEBREWS 12:1-2)

MY DEATH IS MY JOY~
"How I cherish the day of death,
Like the golden rays of my breath.
For this my soul awaits,
The opening of the pearly gates.
Though it's stormy here in the open sea,
Yet, my soul long to see,
The pleasures under the living tree.

"Write not my name
On this windy sand of time.
Away thou frame
Of adorned crime.
Treasure me not in earthly memory,
For I leave not for the world a new story;
Nor a voice in the hall of fame.
I esteem the tranquil life
Bequested me by my Saviour;
Amid the vale of maelstrom and strife,
Because if to my sacred tomb I'm gone,
And my whole part I've done.
There shall I see the saintly convoy,
An entourage of angels,
Escorting me beyond hell.
To the Man who love me before the world was
born!"

My prayer is that we all finish strong. Yeah, we
are known up there. We're

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A mosquito went out flying for the first time in
its life. The father asked; "How do you feel?" the
mosquito answered; "It was GREAT! Everyone
was just clapping for me". The father replied,
"They weren't clapping for you. They wanted to
kill you. The more they clap, the more likely that
you will die soon."

Friends, I know you know that good things
destroys, so take heed lest you fall. The lust of
the eyes, the lust of the heart and the pride of
life! They are easy snare found everywhere in
the world today. Our journey is just once and it
will soon be over! God is our strength amen

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To Christian Pilgrims,

"He that saith he abideth in him ought himself
also to walk, even as he walked.=(1 John 2 : 6).

"We have only one life to live, only one! Each
day we are farther from the cradle and nearer
the grave. Some are just beginning life's journey,
some are midway down the western slope. But
where are we all going? Listen, and you will hear
but one answer __ "ETERNITY".

Beyond the fading dying gleams of the sunset of
life lies a boundless endless ocean called
eternity. Thitherward you and I are daily
travelling. We shall always exist somehow,
somewhere!

JESUS says, "I AM THE WAY...". There is no
other right and perfect way. This is the only
pathway that leads up to the golden gates of
glory and the sweet fields of heaven. If we will
follow Jesus and live as he lived. GOD'S
approval will be upon us, and His outstretched
hand will help us along life's way."___ Charles
Ebett Orr.

Bunyan wrote;
"The crown is in front of you, and it is one that
will last forever. So run that you may win it.
There are some who set out after this Crown,
and after they've gone a great distance to reach
it, someone comes and takes it from them. Hold
on to what you have, so that no one will take
your crown. You're not yet out of the gunshot
range of the Devil. Let the Kingdom always be
before you, and believe resolutely in things that
are invisible. Let nothing on this side of the
Other World get inside of you, and above all, pay
close attention to your own hearts and to the
desires of it, for they're more deceitful than
anything and desperately wicked. Be faithful
even to the point of death, and [the King] will
give you the crown of life." —

A BOUNDLESS LOVE♥
This love is like the amaranth tree
That never fades or dies.
Like the ancient sea
That never vanishes or dries.
It's strong like the rocks of the hill.
I know of nothing more real.
This love is like the wind
That flows and blows everywhere.
Tender as the paradise hind
Blooming in life without fear.
It never wavers in doubt
and nothing can put it out.
Eternity can not wear it away.
It remains as strong as ever.
Different kinds of love may abide today,
They will soon dry like the desert river.
But nothing can change us
For ours is a love born on the cross.
(You love what I was painting? It's a kind of
heaven only found in heaven! THANKS FOR
READING!)

HOW IS CHRISTMAS IN HEAVEN?
God, how's christmas in heaven?
The day Your Son is given
As sacrifie for a world lost in sin
The kindest gesture the world have ever seen!
When I sauntered round the town,
I saw Santa in red and kids in gown.
I saw parties painted in red.
Tonight, not even babies stayed in bed.
Some cornered in enchanted darkness
Were drunk as brutes of the wilderness
Really, I'm lost for words to say
Is God not the Lord of the day?
Contrasting is the ding-dong of the ancient bells;
The carol of sweet angels
Beyond that river, praising Christ our Lord
Who counted it not lost to shed His blood
But as I kneel to flame the flickering light
I heard God's voice this gloomy night
Whispering that with thankfulness for sins
forgiven
Is how Christmas is celebrated in heaven.
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today, remember that the merriment is not the
essence of Christmas, our reconciliation to God
is the basis of the day. Thank You God for giving
us Jesus! Merry Christmas dear!

1 Cor. 9:24 HE DIED AT HIS POST. Dear friends, If I may bother you with reading this for few minutes, I know God will touch you in a definate way. Amen. I have seen sprinters on track, at the beginning of each race, their heart beat and greatest desire is to end well. No sprinter will pray to end last. They all yearn for the medal, but have you wonder why only one of eight or six sprinters always finish strong. It's because finishing strong is not meant for everybody. Not all who stated well end well. All over the pages of the bible, there are enough account of men of potentials, who were unable to finish strong in this great race. HE DIED AT HIS POST Away back in the 40's a hymn with this title was very popular among the Methodists and was often sung with the Spirit and with marked effect. It had its origin in the last words and triumphant death of a preacher in one of the conferences. Rev. Thomas Drummond was born in Manchester, England, in 1806, came to this country in early life, and after his conversion joined the Methodist Church. He soon was licensed to preach, and was admitted into the Pittsburgh Conference in 1859 he was transferred to the Missouri Conference and stationed in St. Louis. On Sunday, June 14, of that year, he had preached with his usual power, expressing with pathos the feelings which animate the strong christian faith in anticipation of heaven. The same evening he was attacked with a cholera, and died the next day. Though suffering great pain he was in his senses and died in triumph, saying among many other cheering things, "TELL MY BRETHREN OF THE PITTSBURGH CONFERENCE THAT I DIED AT MY POST" Rev. William Hunter, on hearing the particulars of the death of this good man composed the hymn, 'He Died at His Post"' ===>coined from "Life of Rev J.B. Mcferrin" by Bishop O.P. Fitzgeraid. "LET ME DIE THE DEATH OF THE RIGHTEOUS, AND LET MY LAST END BE LIKE HIS" Num. 23 : 10 Balaam made that famous prayer but unfortuately, He was not able to end well. God is looking for people who will cross the river with triumph and joy. Those whose heart were not distracted by the noise of the battle. "I WILL BE A GOOD SOLDIER, I WILL DIE AT MY POST." THE CHALLENGE: In our dying moment, are will still going to be at our post? Will death come and meet us fully prepared, is God still in charge of our lives? Have we not lost the salvation of our most High God? Are will prepared for the life above? Let's bow the knee now and seek God for the peace and assurance of salvation. —

Heb. 3 :7, 8 OH! I HAVE MISSED IT AT LAST! I will plead with you to give me your attention for few seconds. Just read this, a true story! We are talking about finishing strong, some of us have not even started at all, some are out of the race already. We're struggling to get back to God but it seems everything is falling apart. You just have to read this! OH! I HAVE MISSED IT AT LAST! "Some time ago, a physician called upon a young man who was ill. He sat for a little while by the bedside, examining his patient, and then he honestly told him the sad intelligence that he had but a very short time to live. The young man was astonished; he did not expect it would come to that so soon. He forgot that death comes "in such an hour as we think not." At length he looked up into the face of the doctor, and with a most despairing countenance, repeated the expression, "I have missed it-- at last" "What have you missed?" inquired the tenderhearted, sympathizing physician. "I have missed it -- at last" again he repeated. "Missed what?" "Doctor, I have missed the salvation of my soul." "Oh, say not so-- it is not so. Do you remember the thief on the cross?" "Yes, I remember the thief on the cross. And I remember they never said to the Holy Ghost, 'Go Thy way,' But I did. And now He is saying to me, "Go your way!" He lay gasping for a while, and looking up with a vacant, starting eye, he said, "I was awakened and was anxious about my soul a little time ago. But I did not want to be saved then. Something seemed to be saying to me, "Don't put it off, make sure of salvation." I said to myself, "I will postpone it." I knew I ought not to do it. I knew I was a great sinner, and needed a Saviour. I resolved, however, to dismiss the subject for the present. Yet I could not get my own consent to do it until I had promised to take it up again, at a time more remote and more favourable. I bargained away, resisted and insulted the Holy Spirit--and now I have missed it at last." You remember "said the doctor, "that there were some who come at the eleventh hour." "My eleventh hour", he rejoined " was when I had that call of the Spirit. I have had none since -- shall I not have. I am given over to be lost. Oh! I have missed it! I have sold my soul for nothing -- a feather -- a straw -- undone forever!" This was said with such indescribable despondency, that nothing was said in reply. After lying a few moment, he raised his head, and looking all around the room as if for some desired object, he buried his face in the pillow, and again exclaimed in agony and horror, "Oh! I have missed it at last!" and died. Reader, you need not to miss your salvation, for you may have it now. What you have read is a true story. How earnestly it says to you, "NOW is the accepted time" "TODAY IF YE HEAR HIS VOICE HARDEN NOT YOUR HEARTS" Heb. 3 : 7, 8" ===> The Fire Brand. I hope someone there won't realise this when it's too late. Forget about finishing well if this matter is not settle now. It's time to seek forgiveness from God. That's is the right way to begin the journery into eternity. John 3:3. PAUSE AND PRAY NOW!

Heb. 3 :7, 8 OH! I HAVE MISSED IT AT LAST! I will plead with you to give me your attention for few seconds. Just read this, a true story! We are talking about finishing strong, some of us have not even started at all, some are out of the race already. We're struggling to get back to God but it seems everything is falling apart. You just have to read this! OH! I HAVE MISSED IT AT LAST! "Some time ago, a physician called upon a young man who was ill. He sat for a little while by the bedside, examining his patient, and then he honestly told him the sad intelligence that he had but a very short time to live. The young man was astonished; he did not expect it would come to that so soon. He forgot that death comes "in such an hour as we think not." At length he looked up into the face of the doctor, and with a most despairing countenance, repeated the expression, "I have missed it-- at last" "What have you missed?" inquired the tenderhearted, sympathizing physician. "I have missed it -- at last" again he repeated. "Missed what?" "Doctor, I have missed the salvation of my soul." "Oh, say not so-- it is not so. Do you remember the thief on the cross?" "Yes, I remember the thief on the cross. And I remember they never said to the Holy Ghost, 'Go Thy way,' But I did. And now He is saying to me, "Go your way!" He lay gasping for a while, and looking up with a vacant, starting eye, he said, "I was awakened and was anxious about my soul a little time ago. But I did not want to be saved then. Something seemed to be saying to me, "Don't put it off, make sure of salvation." I said to myself, "I will postpone it." I knew I ought not to do it. I knew I was a great sinner, and needed a Saviour. I resolved, however, to dismiss the subject for the present. Yet I could not get my own consent to do it until I had promised to take it up again, at a time more remote and more favourable. I bargained away, resisted and insulted the Holy Spirit--and now I have missed it at last." You remember "said the doctor, "that there were some who come at the eleventh hour." "My eleventh hour", he rejoined " was when I had that call of the Spirit. I have had none since -- shall I not have. I am given over to be lost. Oh! I have missed it! I have sold my soul for nothing -- a feather -- a straw -- undone forever!" This was said with such indescribable despondency, that nothing was said in reply. After lying a few moment, he raised his head, and looking all around the room as if for some desired object, he buried his face in the pillow, and again exclaimed in agony and horror, "Oh! I have missed it at last!" and died. Reader, you need not to miss your salvation, for you may have it now. What you have read is a true story. How earnestly it says to you, "NOW is the accepted time" "TODAY IF YE HEAR HIS VOICE HARDEN NOT YOUR HEARTS" Heb. 3 : 7, 8" ===> The Fire Brand. I hope someone there won't realise this when it's too late. Forget about finishing well if this matter is not settle now. It's time to seek forgiveness from God. That's is the right way to begin the journery into eternity. John 3:3. PAUSE AND PRAY NOW!

SILENT CHAPTERS THAT DERAILS A MAN.
===>By Gbile Akanni.
I was moved to tears and compelled to bend my
knees, seeking God for divine touch after
listening to this man of God two days ago. There
are silent chapters that derails men from the
track of Jesus. Here is a little extract from the
message.
"The mighty have fallen before, termite of sin
have eaten them. God I must end well. Others
started well, but they ended up in shambles,
others were hotter than we are, but they are
history in their life time. 'Let him that thinketh he
standeth take heed lest he fall' (1 Cor. 10:12)
MY CHALLENGE TONIGHT for some of you is
those who started well, but didn't end clearly. I
don't want to be a preacher, I want to also end
well. For me, it is not enough to start well. There
is no reward for attempted christianity. Only
those who endure to the end shall be saved. If
you have started well, you must end well. . .
Great men have become empty and perforated
because of (silent) issues nobody sees or talk
about. Issues that . . . destroys people's
anointing are not on display. (They are) things
that happen in the absence of the multitude.
When your eye, heart is beginning to cling to
strange things at the expense of the grace of
God on your life. That's when to cry for revival.
There are great preachers who have preached
mightyly in Nigeria (before, but) they have
shifted, they are beginning to forsake the grace
that could have been theirs. Inperceptible
backsliding. Backsliding that no one sees. What
we make some people end up in hell are the
silent chapters (known only to God and the
man.) Things that nobody may know that is
going on with your heart. . . I know how a man's
heart can change over night because of what he
said in his heart.
God don't let anything that nobody sees about
Bro Gbile (refering to himself), don't let it be the
silent chapter when will get (up) there, (when
the roll is called up yonder.) (You may see a
man of God crying and saying I was only
pretending. All I was doing was just cover up.)
Before there can be outward manifestation, there
is an inward action. When ever a man is
beginning to loose his stand with God, he can no
longer endure the sincere presence of God.
Death is not the matter, it's only a stepping
stone to eternity. If you don't make your life
right with God and death happen, you can only
end up in eternal sorrow.
These are issue I don't want to ignore in my life.
You can preach and people get get saved. You
can help others, there can be fire on the pulpit
when a preacher is still in his backsliding state.
What must I do not to miss my place with God, I
must keep an eye on my personal relationship
with God. Your relationship with God comes
before any activity or ministry. (Don't be) more
concern about presentation (but) pay attention to
the preservation of the inner Man. My fear is
that many souls will still end up with a question
mark. Many we be found last when the roll is
called up yonder."
God do not withdraw your words of correction
from us. Help us, hold us till we join the saints
above. Amen

"I AM GOING TO HELL" 1JOHN 2 :15-17 "Love not the world, neither the things that are in the world. . .the world passeth away, and the lust thereof; but he that doeth the will of God abideth for ever." I'm trusting God that after reading this, you will be encouraged to lay hold on the greatest treasure kept secret by the prince of darkness from the dawn of time. "I AM GOING TO HELL" A fashionable lady attended revival meetings at the Morgan Street Church, Chicago. Deep conviction settled on her soul. She wept and said she would like to find peace, but was not ready to give up the pleasures of the world. To drown her convictions, she absented herself from the house of God. Time hurried on and soon she was on her death bed. Realising her condition, she sent for a friend who had attended the meetings with her and who had listened to the spiritual pleadings and found the joy of pardoning love. This friend hurried to the bedside of the dying one. As she entered the room, the dying woman looked at her with eyes of terror, and grasping her hand, she exclaim, "Oh stay with me till I'm gone! I am dying and going to hell. Tell. . .the minister to preach hell as he has never preached it before, for I am going to hell!" Then, pointing to the wardrobe, she said, "Go there and you will see what has ruined my soul." She opened the door and saw the rich, fashionable clothing and turned again to the side of the dying woman, who raised herself up and sang the hymn she had so often heard at the meeting: "Parting to meet again at the Judgment, Parting to meet no more here below; Oh, how sad the thought to thee. Traveler to eternity, Parting to meet again at the Judgement" As the word fell from her lips, she fell back on the pillow and her soul passed into eternity to meet the God whose mercy she trifled with and turned away for the gaudy toys of this earth. Dear reader, take warning from this sad death. Turn away from the vanities of earth and give God your heart and life's service, and eternal happiness shall be yours." ===> PENTECOST HERALD. "They are vanity, and work of errors; in the time of their visitation they shall perish" Jeremiah 10:15 Houses, cars, treasures, and other gadgets of life that offers false pleasures cannot be compared to the eternal peace of God. Many are not willing to follow God, some people's relationship with God is collapsing because of the cares of this life. COMRADES, it is time to shun the world and turn to God for grace and help. That's the only thing worth living for! Nothing must be between me and my God. We will end well in Jesus name. Amen

THE ONLY HOPE ON THE DEATH BED read>
". . . Christ in you, the hope of glory:" Col. 1 : 27
Strong finishers are focused on the finishing line.
Not the cheers of spectators, not the noise of
the people, not the sound of the drum, not the
glory of the beginning, or the victory of the past,
but the final line of glory. That final line is
inevitable, some cross it into eternal glory, some
into eternal agony. After reading this short story
of a Christian comrade, you will be encouraged
to yearn for the shout of victory and not the
noise of the battle.
NOT THE SHADOW OF A DOUBT
"John P. Finley, my brother, was born in North
Carolina, June, 1783. He was in the ministry
about fifteen years. He was ordained deacon by
Bishop Asbury on the 17th of september 1815.
He received ordination as elder at the hand of
Bishop Roberts, July 2, 1820. At the time of his
death he was a member of Kentucky Annual
Conference actively dividing his time and
energies between the business collegiate
instruction and the labour of the pulpit. . . .
As a minister, in the pulpit he was able,
impressive, and overwhelming. THE CROSS OF
HIS REDEMPTION was his theme; and in life and
death, it became to him the "EMPHASIS OF
EVERY JOY". In all these relations, I knew him
well, and can, therefore, speak from the
confidence of personal knowledge and accredited
information. . . .
He died on the 8th of May, 1825, in the forty-
second year of his age, and sixteenth of his
ministry: and at the same time that bereaved
family wept upon his grave. The sadness of the
Church told that she had lost one of her brightest
ornaments. Just before his triumphant spirit rose
and sigh no more, he was asked how he felt, and
what were the prospects of entering the dark
valley and shadow of death. He replied, in
language worthy of immortality,
Not the shadow of a doubt, I have Christ within,
the Hope of glory. That comprehend all."
and then, with the proto-matyr, he 'fell asleep'"
====>AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF REV. JAMES B.
FINLEY
This short reality is full of messages between the
lines. This great soldier never compromise the
standard of His (JESUS) words for the world. All
he preached is THE CROSS OF HIS REDEMPTION
(from a sinful world). On the beautiful bed of
death, he victoriouly proclaim, "NOT A SHADOW
OF DOUBT, CHRIST IS WITHIN, THE HOPE OF
GLORY. . ."
As we sail toward the shore of eternity, where
we will soon step into from the boat of life, here
are two question we must answer in our secret
place with God. "Have I not compromise to the
standard of this world? Is Christ, who is the hope
of glory still within me?"
No doubt, if we have Christ within us on that
final day, we will cross into eternal glory with
triumph, without doubt or fear, but if not, or not
sure if Christ is still inside, this is the right time
to seek God's presence in our heart. His plans
towards us is to give us an expected end.
Just to remind you we have a home above, with
God, free from labours and tears. What joy to
know heaven is mine. Amen.

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THE ONLY HOPE ON THE DEATH BED ". . . Christ in you, the hope of glory:" Col. 1 : 27 Strong finishers are focused on the finishing line. Not the cheers of spectators, not the noise of the people, not the sound of the drum, not the glory of the beginning, or the victory of the past, but the final line of glory. That final line is inevitable, some cross it into eternal glory, some into eternal agony. After reading this short story of a Christian comrade, you will be encouraged to yearn for the shout of victory and not the noise of the battle. NOT THE SHADOW OF A DOUBT "John P. Finley, my brother, was born in North Carolina, June, 1783. He was in the ministry about fifteen years. He was ordained deacon by Bishop Asbury on the 17th of september 1815. He received ordination as elder at the hand of Bishop Roberts, July 2, 1820. At the time of his death he was a member of Kentucky Annual Conference actively dividing his time and energies between the business collegiate instruction and the labour of the pulpit. . . . As a minister, in the pulpit he was able, impressive, and overwhelming. THE CROSS OF HIS REDEMPTION was his theme; and in life and death, it became to him the "EMPHASIS OF EVERY JOY". In all these relations, I knew him well, and can, therefore, speak from the confidence of personal knowledge and accredited information. . . . He died on the 8th of May, 1825, in the forty- second year of his age, and sixteenth of his ministry: and at the same time that bereaved family wept upon his grave. The sadness of the Church told that she had lost one of her brightest ornaments. Just before his triumphant spirit rose and sigh no more, he was asked how he felt, and what were the prospects of entering the dark valley and shadow of death. He replied, in language worthy of immortality, Not the shadow of a doubt, I have Christ within, the Hope of glory. That comprehend all." and then, with the proto-matyr, he 'fell asleep'" ====>AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF REV. JAMES B. FINLEY This short reality is full of messages between the lines. This great soldier never compromise the standard of His (JESUS) words for the world. All he preached is THE CROSS OF HIS REDEMPTION (from a sinful world). On the beautiful bed of death, he victoriouly proclaim, "NOT A SHADOW OF DOUBT, CHRIST IS WITHIN, THE HOPE OF GLORY. . ." As we sail toward the shore of eternity, where we will soon step into from the boat of life, here are two question we must answer in our secret place with God. "Have I not compromise to the standard of this world? Is Christ, who is the hope of glory still within me?" No doubt, if we have Christ within us on that final day, we will cross into eternal glory with triumph, without doubt or fear, but if not, or not sure if Christ is still inside, this is the right time to seek God's presence in our heart. His plans towards us is to give us an expected end. Just to remind you we have a home above, with God, free from labours and tears. What joy to know heaven is mine. Amen. —

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