AS LONG AS THERE IS LIFE
THERE IS HOPE
You are still alive and breathing,
aren’t you? That means you are an
unquestionable recipient of the wondrous grace, mercy and favor of God. Do you need tangible evidence? Is bona fide proof required in order for you
to wrap your head around the reality that God’s love is now extended toward
you?
Well, consider the true
story of Robert Robinson, an English clergyman who lived in the 18th century. Not only was he a gifted pastor and preacher,
he was also an extraordinary poet and hymn writer. However, after many years in the pastorate his
faith began to drift. He left the
ministry and wound up in France, indulging himself in the depths of sin.
One night he was riding in a carriage with a Parisian socialite who
had recently been converted to Christianity. She was interested in his opinion on some
poetry she was reading: “Come
thou Fount of every blessing, tune my heart to sing thy grace; streams of mercy
never ceasing call for songs of loudest praise.”
Looking up from her reading, the French socialite noticed Robinson
was sobbing.
“What do I think of it?” he asked in a broken voice. “I wrote it. But now I’ve drifted far away from Him and
can’t find my way back.”
“But don’t you see?” the woman said gently, “The way back is
written right here in the third line of your poem: Streams of mercy never ceasing. Those streams are flowing, even here in Paris
tonight.”
That night Robinson
recommitted his life to Christ.
No matter what has
transpired in your life, Jehovah-Shammah,
THE LORD, is there; and HE will heal ALL of your DIS--EASES.
Sisters and brothers, be continually
blessed, and please (above all else) MAKE SURE YOU ARE READY TO MEET OUR SOON
COMING KING. Maranatha!
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