Category: Stories

Divine Blood of Jesus

In the Divine Blood, Jesus signed and sealed, The promise of salvation, the power to be healed. The vision of heaven, is here for all to see, If it’s a cloudy picture, there’s doubt in your belief. A song for my Jesus, a praise to my Lord, If I had to pay the price, I could never afford. Our Lord, He did pay, the price for my success, At Calvary, Christ died, unspeakable joy & happiness. All of this while being beaten and nailed to the cross, Scorned & abused it was only Divine Blood He lost. What Jesus gained...

The Cross Room

The young man was at the end of his rope.  Seeing no way out, he dropped to his knees in prayer.  “Lord, I can’t go on,” he said.  “I have too heavy a cross to bear.”  The Lord replied,  “My son, if you can’t bear it’s weight,  just place your cross inside this room.  Then open another door and pick any cross you wish.”  The man was filled with relief.  “Thank you, Lord,”  he sighed, and did as he was told.  As he looked around the room he saw many different crosses;  some so large the tops were not visible. ...

They Won’t Let Me In

It was a beautiful Sunday morning. People were filling the church to its full capacity! As they entered, each were given a bulletin filled with announcements, topic of today’s sermon, what songs they would sing and who to pray for. At the end of the line stood an older man. His clothes were filthy and you could tell that he had not bathed in days. His face was covered with whiskers, for he had not shaved for a very long time. When he reached the usher, he removed his tattered old brown hat in respect. His hair was long, dirty,...

The Visitor

One day, a man went to visit a church. He arrived early, parked his car, and got out. Another car pulled up near him, and the driver told him, “I always park there. You took my place!” The visitor went inside for Sunday School, found an empty seat, and sat down. A young lady from the church approached him and stated, “That’s my seat! You took my place!” The visitor was somewhat distressed by this rude welcome, but said nothing. After Sunday School, the visitor went into the church sanctuary and sat down. Another member walked up to him and...

A Tug

In some circles it is not “politically correct” to be considered a “bloody” Christian who believes in eternal salvation, but I am guilty of believing that once saved, always saved. I have been cleansed by and washed in the blood of Jesus. Knowing this, gives me a peace of God and peace with God to pillow my head every night knowing that whether I go or whether I stay, I’m a winner either way. Because I don’t deserve His salvation and did not do anything to earn it, sometimes, though, I wake up not feeling saved and wondering why God...