2016, HAPPY NEW YEAR

When in was younger they told me life is like drawing without an eraser, which is not too bad an analogy. But today I wondered, what if life is actually like a computer's hard disk?

You see, in IT it is known that nothing is ever really deleted. Ever. The information you think you've deleted just sits there waiting to be overwritten. Anyone with enough expertise can retrieve it.

So you gave your life to Christ, you reformatted the disk, but the devil keeps digging old stuff up, and you remain in a world of guilt. Guilt over deleted stuff from where God sits.

Here's my message:
It's a new year, new opportunities, new beginnings. Reformat your disk. Remain in Christ. If it's deleted, fogerrit. ��

I'll borrow D. L. Moody's words:
Give your life to Christ, He can do more with it than you can.

Happy New Year fam. ��☺
2016, here we come.
✌KayO

Drink Ups, Snares and Fiery Storms...

WHEN JESUS DRANK OUR CUP

Psalm 11: 6   Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and an horrible tempest: this shall be the portion of their CUP.

Ever hear of the time Jesus went for the drink up? Yeah, I said it... and no I'm not talking about the wedding with the water-wine or the last supper: I'm talking about the garden of Gethsemane. If you'd scroll up and read Psalm 11:6 again, I'd like to show you something.

Any cup that can contain a single snare is huge! Fire and brimstone, that's another level. But a whole tempest? Man, that's just badness. My point, that's a scarily huge cup.

Of course it shows us how scarily huge God is, but eyes on the cup for a while. You see, this cup was meant for us: the wicked.

It did not contain sobolo or soakings, it had snares and storms - hard on the throat. Yet Jesus said, "O my Father, if this cup may not pass away from me, except I drink it, thy will be done." He took the huge cup, tipped His head back and gulped it down, brimstone and all. Then He wiped His mouth with His sleeve, sweated out the agony in blood and went out to die for us.

The long point is: He drank fire and brimstone for us so we wouldn't have to. Not even a little. We don't get what we deserve. ☺

New words for a new season.
✌KayO
KayO15.blogspot.com

STORY TIME

It's story time ☺
*clears throat*

One day Jesus went to a Pharisee's house. He went to eat... gɔbɛ ��...

Somehow she knew He'd be there. She'd stalked Him pretty well, quite well an ashawo... Anas would be proud ��.

She rushed in before she had time to change her mind, and poured it on His feet: one year's salary worth of perfume (no man's feet ever smelt better) and then the kissing started. Oh how she kissed those feet. Those unwashed feet, which had been through Jerusalem's dusty cattle-dropping-riddled roads.

She cried and cried on those feet and wiped them with her Brazilian hair (if she had money for that kind of perfume, she had money for Brazillian hair ��) The same hair she'd used to attract all those horny men for a fee.

The pharisee was disgusted, but Jesus, He smiled and, well, lemme quote:
Luke 7: 47  Wherefore I say unto thee, Her sins, which are many, are forgiven; for she loved much: but to whom little is forgiven, the same loveth little. 48  And he said unto her, Thy sins are forgiven.

Here's an interesting thought I got from Pastor Rod:
If the perfume cost a year's wages and she got paid for sex, then she poured one year of prostitution at His feet. Dirty money if you ask me, but the posture of her heart was Jesus' interest.

Where have you been, what have you done? He's willing to forgive much. Are you willing to love much?
✌KayO