Rev. James L. Snyder Ministries
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  1. Sermon - Active Living In The Kingdom – Words 1360
  2. Humor - For Sale: One Lying Bathroom Mirror – Words 913
  3. Humor - The Art And Craftiness Of Grandfatherhood – Words 905
  4. Humor - Oh, For The Life Of Rip Van Winkle – Words 906
  5. Humor - A Tribute To The Common Germ – Words 905
  6. Short - God's Word A Shield – Words 175
  7. Short - No Other Name – Words 222
  8. Short - Dwell On The Heights – Words 250
  9. Short - A Time Is Coming – Words 235



1. SERMON: Active Living in the Kingdom

John 1:11-12

Introduction:
If you were asked to give evidence that you are a Christian, evidence that would hold up under the most vigorous of scrutiny, what credentials would you have to offer?

Today, unless you have a passport identifying who you are, you cannot leave the country or come into the country. You need a driver's license in order to drive an automobile in this country. We are accustomed to having credentials identifying whom we are out in the world.

What credentials do you have verified the fact that you are a Christian?

The Scriptures establish for us our credentials.

1 John 5:13-15 KJV) "These things have I written unto you that believe on the name of the Son of God; that ye may know that ye have eternal life, and that ye may believe on the name of the Son of God. {14} And this is the confidence that we have in him, that, if we ask any thing according to his will, he heareth us: {15} And if we know that he hear us, whatsoever we ask, we know that we have the petitions that we desired of him."

The text before us is a key in understanding our credentials.

John 1:11-12 KJV) "He came unto his own, and his own received him not. {12} But as many as received him, to them gave he power to become the sons of God, even to them that believe on his name:"

This text helps us to understand what is involved in establishing indisputable evidence to establish confidence in our relationship to the Lord.

Examining this carefully we begin to understand that everything rests upon Christ, who is both the foundation and the founder of our faith. And in this text, there are two important things about Christ that simply are beyond human understanding.

I. Christ Permits Himself to Be Rejected (1:11)

This is the mystery of his Lordship. It is not in harmony with our human understanding and wisdom it is beyond what we can comprehend.

If you look at creation, there is no other creature that acts contrary to its nature. Everything works in complete harmony with its nature as given to it by God. The dog will always act like a dog and a cat will always act like a cat. You can teach them tricks but they will always revert to their God-given nature. Only man has rebelled against that nature. Only man acts contrary to the nature God gave him in the very beginning.

It is hard for us to understand Christ allowing people to reject him. But we must keep in mind that our rejection never in any way to intimidate him but it deprives us of his grace. It never diminishes his Lordship.

Christ allows us the option of rejection without taking away, diminishing his authority, Lordship or dignity.

Over in Revelation 3:20, we have this truth plainly put to us. It is the words of Christ. "Behold, I stand at the door, and knock: if any man hear my voice, and open the door, I will come in to him, and will sup with him, and he with me."

This is a picture of the humility of Christ. His humility does not take away from his deity in the least. And his deity does not preclude his humility.

II. Christ Opens up His Grace to "As Many As." (1:12)

This is the mystery of Love. It is above and beyond any human comprehension. The Bible says, "His ways are not our ways."

We must keep in mind that God looks of all humanity through the eyes of a Creator and a Redeemer. And this the enemy hates and opposes with all his might. All of the loathing of hell is arrayed against this mighty truth of the gospel.

Verse 12 tells us how this is possible and it gives us the four stages of establishing this truth in our own hearts and minds.

"But as many as received him"
In verse 11, we have the passive word "received." It would be something like, receiving a punch in the nose, or receiving a traffic ticket. This is not something you welcome and try to reject it as much as possible. It is something that is contrary to do with all of which the will resist and refuses. The Scriptures here tell us that when Jesus came to his own they rejected him.

But now, in verse 12, we have the active sense of the word "received." This is in complete harmony with the will. We actively received into our nature the nature of Christ. There is something within our nature that responds to that which is in the nature of Christ himself.

How is this possible? In the book of Genesis as we read that God created man in the image of God. There was something in man that was not in any thing else God created. That something in man responded to that which is in cost. Act man's fall there was a disruption in that Fellowship. Redemption is the grounds to reclaim that image.

And so, as many as actively received Christ into their nature will be accepted by God.

"to them gave he power"
Now the purpose of receiving Christ into our nature is seen in this part of the verse. When it talks about power here it is referring to authority. Authority has two important elements to it. The first would be power, which is the ability to do; the second has to do with right, or the right to do it. Someone may have the ability to do something but not have the right to do it, or somebody may have the right to do something but lack the power to do it. The authority spoken of here is both the power and the right to do something.

The apostle Paul spoke of this very thing in Romans 1:16, "For I am not ashamed of the gospel of Christ: for it is the power of God unto salvation to every one that believeth; to the Jew first, and also to the Greek."

This authority has a purpose behind it. It is not, as some have supposed, power at our disposal or at our discretion. It has a purpose behind it, a very clearly established purpose.

"to become the sons of God,
This is the high and holy purpose of redemption. To bring us back into the right relationship with God. To reestablish Fellowship, this flows both ways. Our fellowship with him and his Fellowship with us.

Love is becoming children of God and it is not nominal, in name only, but in absolute, provable reality. It carries with it all the rights privileges and responsibilities of being a son of God.

The whole purpose of this authority from God is in establishing our sonship with all of the incontrovertible credentials we need to act and live as sons of God in this world.

"even to them that believe on his name:"
This is the bottom line. The inference is, those who have actively embraced his nature and brought it into their nature. Our redeemed nature has been completely conquered and invaded by the holy nature of Christ. In a redeemed man or woman they is something within their nature that responds to that which is in the nature of Christ. This establishes unity, a point of oneness. "I in him, and he in me." There is an awesome sense of unity with Christ whereby we have "the mind of Christ."

This refers to those who have not resisted the work of the Holy Spirit. Keeping in mind that the work of the Holy Spirit always goes against the flesh in order that He may glorify Christ. There is something within our nature, our redeemed nature that allows the Holy Spirit to invade us in order to glorify the Lord Jesus Christ.

Conclusion:
If you do not know why you are a Christian the enemy of man's soul will try to convince you that you are not a Christian robbing you of joy in your everyday experience.

2. HUMOR: For Sale: One Lying Bathroom Mirror

Nobody enjoys privacy more than Yours Truly. I confess I am not a very happy camper when that privacy is compromised in any fashion. Recently, I endured a tremendous trespass on my privacy.

One day last week, I got up as usual and tottered off to the bathroom for my accustomed bathroom routine. It was then I got the shock of my life of which I am not over as of yet. I am sure this experience will be with me many years down the road. I am not sure I need counseling but maybe a day or two at a rehab center just might do the trick.

I do confess that I am not at my best early in the morning prior to my bathroom ritual. As far as I am concerned, the bathroom is a sacred place of refuge before facing the world. It is a place where I can prepare myself to meet the world as well as making preparations for the world to meet me. It would be a great travesty for me to plunge myself out into the unsuspecting world before going into my bathroom and making certain preparations. I owe the world at least this.

Of course, with all the political nonsense the world is imposing upon me lately, I am tempted to thrust myself out into the world without any preparations whatsoever. That would teach the world to mess with me. On second thought, too many innocent bystanders would get hurt in the process.

On this day in question not only was I unprepared to meet the world but I was unprepared to meet my bathroom. Looking back on the situation, I do vaguely remember the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage mentioning something to the fact that she made certain changes in my bathroom. Obviously, I was preoccupied with other things to be concerned about this wee bit of information she laid upon me at the time. I simply assumed she was talking about waxing the floor or changing the shower curtain. Never in my wildest dreams did I think she would do anything as drastic as she did.

This brings me to an important point; never underestimate the damage a wife can do to the sacred places of her husband.

When I walked into my bathroom and switched on the light, I had the shock of my life. I looked in the mirror, as normal and looking back at me was the most frightful thing I have ever seen. I thought for a moment Stephen King had sabotaged my bathroom.

The face looking back at me was old and haggard desperately needing a shave. The bags under his eyes looked like sacks of potatoes and what little hair he had looked like the aftermath of a suicide bomber. I wanted to call the police but I was too paralyzed with fear.

I must have yelled or something because my wife came running into the bathroom and asked, "What's wrong?"

Then she did something that infuriated me even more than I was at the time. She laughed.

I do not mind people laughing when I tell a joke or a funny story. However, when I have just been frightened out of my mind, I do not appreciate levity. Then she explained to me what had happened. My wife took it upon herself to replace the mirror in my bathroom.

For a fleeting moment, murderous thoughts stomped through my mind. Fortunately for me they were still wearing their bedroom slippers and not their marching boots.

I do not look forward to very much in life but I do look forward to my mirror in my bathroom. I have had that mirror for as long as I can remember, which may not be a very long time when I come to think of it. I vaguely remember hearing my wife mentioned the fact that the mirror in my bathroom needed to be replaced. I thought she was kidding.

When I get up in the morning, I look forward to going into my bathroom mirror. I have a little ritual that I do upon first glance into my mirror. "Mirror, mirror on my wall; who needs a shave the worst of all?" Then we have a good laugh together.

I know that my mirror, my old mirror that is, was rather old and flawed and the reflection back at me was rather blurry. That is what made it so endearing to me. No matter how hard you tried to clean it the reflection was still very cloudy at best. Then, several years ago an accident occurred producing a small crack in my mirror. I must say it was an improvement I gladly accepted. It accommodated my split personality: Sometimes I feel like a nut, and sometimes I don't." One morning I could shave on the left side of the crack and the next morning I could shave on the right side.

The thing I loved about my old mirror was how it clouded the truth. The new mirror, however, is very insistent upon the truth.

A verse of Scripture came to mind as I pondered my old mirror. "For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known." (1 Corinthians 13:12 KJV).

If someone would like a mirror that insists on telling the truth, I have one for sale.

3. HUMOR: The Art and Craftiness of Grandfatherhood

Recently, the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage and Yours Truly were blessed with the arrival of our seventh grandchild. Jordan Nichole Papanu arrived on planet earth on February 13. The grandfather is doing fine, thank you, but there is some indication the grandmother has left planet earth.

Since the day of the birth, the grandmother has been conspicuous by her absence at our home. I, the only sane one in our house at the time (which is a radical change), was left to fend for myself. Even though this is our seventh round with grandchildren, you would think nobody ever had a grandchild before.

This only points out the fundamental difference between a grandmother and grandfather. When I first became a grandfather, I felt left out in the cold. It seemed to me that grandfathers got the short end of the stick when it came to grandchildren. Grandfathers are often pushed to the circumference of activities surrounding the arrival of a grandchild. It was not long before I discovered the true genius of grandfatherhood.

Unless you know how to use your grandfather capital, it really does not mean very much. It took me quite a while but I think I have mastered the art and craftiness of being a grandfather. Normally I do not believe in evolution, but I must say this matter of being a grandfather has involved quite an evolutionary process. Although this process does not begin with a monkey, it just may well end with monkey business.

It all began after our third grandchild was born. I remember the time quite well. My wife had sent me to the grocery store to get a few items she needed for the evening meal. Being a good husband that I am, I went to fetch her vittles. Being the absent-minded husband that I am, I did not get everything she asked me to get.

When she saw what I had purchased at the grocery store, she looked at me with one of those looks and said, "How many times..." It was at that moment I had a brilliant idea. I knew I was in trouble and I knew this lecture would last quite a spell. I looked off into space and started grinning.

"Why are you grinning?"

"I was just thinking," I said while still looking off into space grinning, "what Tyler did the other day."

Suddenly her demeanor changed and she almost whispered, "What did he do?"

Now comes the genius part. I tell her some little thing he might have done and it really does not have to be true, just likely. Then she takes over.

"Oh," she says with a very cheerful manner, "that's nothing. Last week..." And she was good for at least an hour. By the time she finished she had completely forgotten that she was in the midst of giving me a piece of her mind. The rest of the evening past thinking of all those little silly things that grandchildren do.

Not long after that event, we are sitting in the living room watching television. It was a program I had wanted to see for a long time and was just beginning when I heard across the room at deep, heavy sigh.

"Do we have to watch that?"

It was then another brilliant idea germinated in my fertile mind. I simply looked at her and said, "I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention. I was wondering what Taylor was doing right now."

Immediately I could see the wheels turning in her mind. It was not long before she went to the telephone and dialed our daughter's number to find out what little Taylor was doing at the time. I knew that was good for at least two hours. I settled back and enjoyed my anticipated TV program.

I love grandchildren. And more importantly, I love being a grandfather.

The art of grandfatherhood is not limited to the home.

It was one of those rare occasions when my wife talked me into going to the mall with her to do some shopping. We had no sooner got into the mall than walking towards us was Mr. and Mrs. Smith (not their real name). The Smith’s are the most boring people I know. Once they corner you, they are good for an entire hour at least. Especially Mrs. Smith. She has mastered the art of speaking continuously for an hour without taking a breath.

I then had another brilliant idea. As they approached, I grabbed his hand, shook it vigorously and said, "It’s so good to see you, my wife has pictures of our grandchildren she's dying to show you."

As my wife pulled out a huge photo album from her purse, I could see the color drain from their faces. For the first time that I knew them, they could not think of anything to say. Finally, they remembered a very urgent appointment they were almost late for and begged a rain check on the pictures.

My wife stood there holding the photo album with a bewildered look on her face but I had a broad smile all over my mug.

I like what the Bible says about grandfathers. "A good man leaveth an inheritance to his children's children…” (Proverbs 13:22a KJV).

The best inheritance a good man can give his grandchildren is a firm faith in Jesus Christ. I pity the family that does not have a praying grandfather.

4. HUMOR: Oh, for the life of Rip van Winkle

An item on the evening news pointed out a growing problem with many people, which they called sleep deprivation. I never heard of this before and until recently, I was never interested in this subject. Now, I find I am part of a new company.

Whoever said misery loves company has never suffered from sleep deprivation. It does not comfort me in the least to know that other people have the same difficulty going to sleep at night. What would comfort me is a good night’s sleep.

Lately, I have been envious of good old Rip van Winkle. Imagine, sleeping for 20 years. Oh, the luxury of it all. Not that I want to sleep for 20 years but one night all the way through would do me just fine. Forty winks would be welcomed.

Let me amend this just a little and say that I would love to sleep through this political year, but I’m afraid I would wake up to a bad nightmare. I am not quite sure which is worse, having a nightmare or waking up to one.

Some people take sleep for granted. I take it whenever and wherever I can get it and lately it has been an elusive pleasure. It seems that somewhere along the line my body has got its days and nights mixed up.

It has been a trial, to say the least, the jury is still out on this subject and I do not have Perry Mason on my side.

My quandary is, no sooner do I get comfortable in my easy chair than I fall asleep. And it does not take long for me to plunge into a very deep sleep. It is all I can do to keep my eyes open. At this point, my wife usually says, "If you're so sleepy, why don't you go to bed?"

Once I go to bed, my eyes will not stay shut but keep springing open no matter what I do. All I can do is toss and turn which only keeps my wife awake who has no trouble sleeping, except when I'm tossing and turning.

The aggravating part of this is I occasionally fall asleep in the middle of some TV program and never know how it turns out. Then, I cannot sleep trying to figure out who in the world committed that crime.

Everything I do has been affected by this problem. It seems I can sleep everywhere but in my bedroom and in my own bed at night. No matter how sleepy and tired I am when I enter my bedroom as soon as I am snuggled under the covers and my head touches the pillow I am wide-awake and the Sandman is nowhere to be found.

The other day I was driving across town and stopped at the railroad tracks for a train to pass. In short order, I was fast asleep with my head on the steering wheel. Thanks to the good people in the car behind me, they gave me a gentle toot on their horn to remind me the train had passed and it was clear to drive through.

I have tried everything in the past month to get some sleep at night without being too successful. It is not that I lack sleep; I'm just not sleeping at the right time. When the sun goes down my eyelids go up.

Everybody knows that nighttime is for sleeping and daytime is for daydreaming. Never should the two be confused.

I go to bed and lay there for several hours wide-awake gazing at the ceiling. Sleep is remote from my eyes at the time. Therefore, according to what I have been told, I go into the living room and watch a little bit of television. The common wisdom is that if you cannot sleep don't lie there, get up and do something like watch television and you will soon get sleepy. And so I followed the instructions.

No sooner am I settled in my chair than my eyes become quite heavy and I am overtaken with a sense of deep drowsiness. Very carefully, not to arouse my eyes anymore than I have to, I turn off the TV and slither into my bed, pull back the covers and slip underneath. As soon as my head touches the pillow, my eyes spring open into full wakefulness.

The process must be started all over again.

Without turning on the lights, I tiptoed into the living room, carefully turn on the TV and drop into my chair. Within moments, a sense of deep sleepiness overcomes me and for an instant, I drift off into unconsciousness. Blessed sleep has finally come.

As carefully as I can without opening my eyes, I slink back to bed and once again slip under my covers with the expectation of slumber. Just as soon as my head touches the pillow, my eyes bounce open. There must be some connection between my eyes and my pillow.

If I could find the secret of Rip van Winkle, I would bottle it, sell it and make a fortune.

I have been thinking about a verse in the Bible that addresses this very subject.
"It is vain for you to rise up early, to sit up late, to eat the bread of sorrows: for so he giveth his beloved sleep" (Psalms 127:2 KJV).

Sleep is a great gift, especially from the Master Gift-giver.

5. HUMOR:A Tribute to the Common Germ

I recently heard a report suggesting that an absolutely sterile world would not be a healthy world. According to the report, some germs play an important part in maintaining a healthy environment. The report did not identify those healthy germs.

What I want to know is where these people were when my mother was leading a no holds barred crusade against germs? I could have used some support back in “the day.”

As I remember it, my mother hated germs with a passion unequal to any other passion. She was living for the time when every germ would be eradicated from the planet. If not the planet than her home. Nobody knows the fear that pervades a young boy (me in particular) caught between his mother and a germ.

Although in many regards, mothers are all wise, this is one area where they fail miserably. The average mother does not appreciate the role the humble little germ plays in the development of a young boy.

Every time I turned around my mother was always telling me to, "Wash your hands, young man." And, "Did you wash your hands before you came to the table?"

It is truly amazing I have any hands left for all of the vigorous washing they had to go through.

I often would complain, "But, mother my hands are not dirty." And in my defense, from my perspective they were not dirty. In my learned opinion I believe other people, mothers in particular, should respect other people’s, their sons for example, opinion. After all, it is only common courtesy.

Completely disrespecting my opinion, my mother would respond by saying, "Your hands are full of germs."

I looked at my hands and I could never find a germ. In fact, I did not know what a germ looked like. I once asked my mother what germs looked like and all she said was, "They are disgusting and I won't have them in my home. Now go wash your hands."

As far as my mother was concerned, she never saw a germ she liked. I often admired her powers of sight to see something so minuscule that my eyes could never find. I often compared her to Superman with his x-ray vision.

Getting back to this report on germs, I am glad to find somebody that would say something nice about the common germ. The reason they are called the common germ is that they are so common. And anything that is so common should have some kind of benefit to society. Just don't ask my mother.

It seems to me that many people have a biased attitude against germs. And it is simply because rumors have been spreading like wild fire by mothers that has completely devastated the germ’s reputation. Personally, I do not think this is fair. There are always two sides to an issue and it is about time somebody stood up for the side of germs.

This may point out the difference between men and women. As a man, I possess an enormous tolerance for germs. All day long, I get along quite famously with them. When I come home for supper the first thing my wife says to me is, "Go wash your hands and get ready for supper."

Another problem I have here is that very few people have actually seen a germ. Nobody I know could give a fair description of a germ. If a germ would rob a bank, nobody would be able to give a description that the police could use to capture the robber.

Few people have ever seen a germ and yet they believe in them. If you would question why they believe in something they have never seen they might get mad at you and walk the other way. Or, if they are mothers they might say, "They are disgusting; now go wash your hands."

Then there might be some who would bring this argument to the table (I hope they washed their hands). "I have never seen a germ but I have seen the effect of germs. All the sickness in the world is a result of these germs."

According to this argument, germs carry bacteria, fungi and other things harmful to human health. But what I want to know is why they are blaming all of this on something they have never seen?

Have they never heard the saying, "Out of sight out of mind?" If you cannot see something, measure it and weigh it, how do you know it really exists?

People will believe in germs they have never seen and call it normal. But, when somebody says, "I believe in God," people object and say, "How in the world can you believe in someone you've never seen." They make their argument against believing in God by saying they have never seen God.

This reminds me of one of the disciples named Thomas.

"The other disciples therefore said unto him [Thomas], We have seen the Lord. But he said unto them, Except I shall see in his hands the print of the nails, and put my finger into the print of the nails, and thrust my hand into his side, I will not believe." (John 20:25 KJV).

"Jesus saith unto him, Thomas, because thou hast seen me, thou hast believed: blessed are they that have not seen, and yet have believed." (John 20:29 KJV).

Sometimes, believing is seeing.

6. SHORT: GOD'S WORD A SHIELD
"A SHIELD UNTO THEM . . . "
Proverbs 30:5 (KJV)

As Goliath faced David, he held his shield in front of him in defiant confidence. A long line of victories notched on that shield boasted of his prowess as a warrior. His confidence was in what he thought he could do based on past performances.

But Goliath's faith was misplaced the day he faced David. He had never faced an enemy like David in his life and consequently he misjudged his opponent. Because he misjudged his adversary, he lost his life.

Like Goliath, we tend to trust in ourselves. Prior victories cause us to believe future victories are automatically assured. Then we encounter an unfamiliar experience. A challenge that despises and is uninhibited by our self-made shield. The result? We lose because our trust was in ourselves.

Attention to the pure word of God leads us to put all of our trust in God. Step by step, it shows us how we can do this.

God does not leave us destitute. The pure Word of God is our invincible shield for protection and safety.

7. SHORT: NO OTHER NAME

Salvation is found in no one else, for there is no other name under heaven given to men by which we must be saved." Acts 4:12 NIV.

THE ADVERTISERS HAVE BRAINWASHED US into thinking that because some celebrity endorses a product it has value. The mere mention of that celebrity's name automatically gives credence to the product.

In biblical times names were tremendously significant, even more than they are today. A person derived his name because of a certain quality displayed. Often parents would not name their child until that quality had convincingly demonstrated itself.

When we come to study God nothing is more essential than knowing His name. In scripture there is no one name to describe God. Many names and compound names are used in expressing to us God in all of His wonderful qualities. These names of God were unveiled to Israel under various situations. All in an effort to
demonstrate to them their sufficiency in God alone.

There is variety and diversity in these names, but one thing they have in common; all these qualities merge in the person of Jesus Christ.

In identifying these names we come to trust Him in ways that are practical and fruitful. No matter what, there is no other name that we can trust for salvation, security, and day to day enjoyment.

8. SHORT: DWELL ON THE HEIGHTS

"He shall dwell on high: his place of defense shall be the munitions of rocks: bread shall be given him; his waters shall be sure." (Isaiah 33:16)

In July of 1959, the Queen of England visited Chicago. The entire city became engrossed in elaborate preparations for her arrival. The whole city bustled in preparation. The people could speak of nothing else but the imperial visit.

The waterfront prepared for the docking of her majesty's ship. Freshly painted litter baskets and a red carpet signified the detailed transformation for her arrival. That carpet later sold for a fortune simply because the Queen walked on it.

Alerted to the situation the hotels in the area busied themselves with special preparations for the gracious Queen's visit. Everyone was going all out to be fully prepared, everyone that is except the manager of the Drake Hotel. Contacting the Drake hotel the manager explained, "We are not making plans for the Queen; our rooms are always ready for royalty."

I could not help think of how synthetic those preparations for the Queen were. And then, after the Queen's visit, everything and everyone went back to the way things were before.

It is not the elegant appointments in life that I must prepare for, but rather the day to day living. The priority of my life must not shift because of some arresting personality or ceremonial occasion. My life must be so ordered that I am constantly dwelling on high, trusting in God for daily provision.

9. SHORT: A TIME IS COMING

"Verily, verily, I say unto you, The hour is coming, and now is, when the dead shall hear the voice of the Son of God: and they that hear shall live." (John 5:25)

A pastor, beginning his sermon, leaned over the pulpit and said with a solemn air: "Friends, I have a question to ask. I cannot answer it. You cannot answer it. If an angel from heaven were here, he could not answer it. If a devil from hell were here, he could not answer it."

With every eye on the speaker, death-like silence enveloped the small chapel.

After pausing briefly, he proceeded: "The question is this, how shall we escape if we neglect so great salvation."

The quaint old parson was right. No matter how zealous we might be in our evangelism efforts only the Holy Spirit can firmly persuade a man to see his need and hear the voice of God speaking to him.

Today's spiritual leadership relies on the power of human personality and persuasion to do what only the Holy Spirit can do. Power, zeal and ambition have replaced the gentle afflatus of the Holy Spirit. As a result, the grieved Holy Spirit has slowly withdrawn, few have noticed, and fewer still seem to care.

Each man has his hour. An hour appointed by God. Woe be to that man who forfeits that solemn appointment.



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