Jesus:- the Miracle on the Sea of Galilee

Then Jesus got into the boat and started across the lake with his disciples.

Suddenly, a fierce storm struck the lake, with waves breaking into the boat. But Jesus was sleeping.

The disciples went and woke him up, shouting, “Lord, save us! We’re going to drown!”

Jesus responded, “why are you afraid? You have so little faith!”

Then he got up and rebuked the wind and waves, and suddenly there was great calm. The disciples were amazed, “who is this man?” they asked. “Even the winds and waves obey him!”

The summer of 2012 in Britain proved unusual.

It started with torrents of rain bucketing down from leaden skies. And then as if remembering that the UK was hosting a major international event, the sun broke through and bathed much of the London Olympics in golden rays.

Weather for the most part is unremarkable and little noticed. Yet when homes are flooded, streets submerged and sea defences crumble, we sit up and take notice.

Indeed, we are somewhat silenced and intimidated by the power of nature cut loose.

Bobbing in a small fishing boat on the sea of Galilee, Matthew describes how some fishermen became agitated when the weather turned ugly. Used to fishing this large inland lake, this storm must have been exceptional.

Close to sinking, they woke Jesus up, who was resting in God’s full provision. Jesus stands up, orders the storm stilled, and calm suddenly returns.

As well as being an amazing miracle, there is a spiritual principle of critical value here. We can face similarly unnerving threats and challenges in spheres which we are skilled and gifted.

Many people with increased work pressures or fears of redundancy regularly lose sleep through worry, No matter what their skills and experience, they are unable to tame the circumstances that threatens to swamp them.

Throughout, Jesus is waiting to be invited to come into the situation and restore the calm.

Following Jesus and seeking time aside in silence and prayer produces solid foundations upon which the God-filled life is forged.

Praying in the Name of Jesus

The name of our Lord Jesus has given you the authority to be victorious in prayer!

The Bible declares that anything we ask will be accomplished when we pray in Jesus’s name. These powerful promises come from the lips of the Master Himself:

• Matthew 18:19-20 “If two of you shall agree touching anything that they shall ask, it shall be done for them of my Father which is in heaven. For where two or three are gathered together in my name, there am I in the midst of them”.
• John 14:14 “If ye shall ask anything in my name, I will do it”
• John 16:23 “Whatsoever ye shall ask the Father in my name, he will give it you.”

As believers, we have been given unlimited use of Jesus’s name.

When we pray in His name, we go in His authority and in His place, professing the power of His awesome, mighty name.

We can pray in faith and confidence because Jesus said:-
John 16: 23-24 – “Verily, verily, I say unto you, Whatsoever ye shall ask the Father in my name, he will give it you. Hitherto have ye asked nothing in my name: ask, and ye shall receive, that your joy may be full”.

Jesus means, “I guarantee it; I give you My word, Whatever you ask of the Father in My name, He will give it to you.”

Intercessory prayer is a powerful weapon available to God’s children for use against the enemy. Persistent intercessory prayer produces results and unleashes supernatural power for victory.

As a believer, do you know what kind of awesome power is available to you through prayer, especially as you pray for another?

(From the Power of Intercessory Prayer)

Strongholds – my new Kindle Book

My new Kindle book – Strongholds – is now freely available for you to download until February 19th

People cry out for help because the world is now full of things that brings people into bondage. If you look around you, you will see that there is drug addiction on a massive scale. Drugs are taking control of the lives of innocent young people causing havoc in their lives and destroying family life.

Drug dealers are only interested in making money and are not interested in the life and soul of the drug addict or of their families. Greed for money, drug addictions, murder, rape, sexual and physical abuse, and all other forms of evil, poison our present day society, and draws them away from God.

Our world is full of sin, which is increasing at an alarming rate, day by day, and this gives Satan a stronghold in order to destroy lives. Love and peace have sadly taken a back seat. Many peoples’ souls are in tremendous turmoil.

Until Wednesday February 19th you may download a free copy of ‘Stronghold’ by clicking below:-

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Strongholds-Angelene-Jacob-ebook/dp/B00IEEXY3E/

With many peaceful blessings

Geoffrey

Ruth and Boaz


So she (Ruth) set out and went and gleaned in the field after the reapers, and she happened to come to the part of the field belonging to Boaz, who was of the clan of Elimelech. Ruth 2:3

Ruth had recently come with Naomi, her Jewish mother-in-law, from the land of Moab. She was an impoverished stranger in a strange land, just hoping to eke out an existence. God had told Israel that they shouldn’t pick their fields clean in the harvest but leave the droppings and the edges for the poor to glean. That’s what Ruth was hoping to do – to find a field, any field, where she could get permission to glean enough for her and Naomi to survive a few days.

She found a field and she “happened” to come to a part of the field owned by a man named Boaz. She just “happened” to come there. At least that would have been how Ruth saw it. Little did she know, but someday, this “random” happening would lead to her becoming the wife of Boaz, and an ancestor of king David, and Jesus himself.

We can see that this is God’s providence. God was directing her every step. Years earlier, Naomi and her husband “happened” to decide to move to Moab, where they “happened” to meet Ruth, who “happened” to marry their son. Years later, forced by poverty, Naomi and Ruth “happened” to return to Israel, and now Ruth “happened” to come to a particular field.

How many times in our lives do we just “happen” to go somewhere or meet someone and later find out it was God’s wonderful providence? Yesterday as I preached, I saw a family sitting there who years ago, just “happened” to move next door to another family in our church, who invited them to a dinner where they heard the gospel and eventually got saved.

You didn’t just “happen” to meet your husband or wife. You didn’t just “happen” to wind up living where you live. You didn’t just “happen” to join your church. God has been directing your every step.

And life isn’t just “happening” to you. You may work under a miserable boss. You may be going through tough times. You may have just been told you need a hip replacement or have a serious sickness. That unexpected tax bill, that transfer to another job, that tree that fell on your garage… you get the idea. Nothing just “happens” to us. God may have transferred you so you’d meet someone you will share the good news of Jesus with. That tree that crushed your garage? The tree service foreman may someday lead the Children’s Ministry in your church.

The next time you ask, “Why is this happening to me?” remember God’s loving providence. He has you right where he wants you, for your good and his glory. Nothing just happens to us. Not a sparrow falls apart from God’s will. He hand crafts every snowflake and lightning bolt. Our blessings and our afflictions are tailor-made by the loving hand of God.

Keep an eye out for God’s providences in your life. Someday you will say, “Oh, so THAT’S why that happened.” It didn’t seem so good at the time, but if THAT hadn’t happened, I wouldn’t be enjoying THIS blessing right now.

And heaven will be the grand review of all God’s providences in our lives. Seeing how God orchestrated events and lives to bring you into the world, and bring you to Jesus and transform and use you for his glory. What an incredible day that will be.

From the pen of Mark Altrogge, Pastor of the Sovereign Grace Church.

Today, being St Valentine’s Day, Mark’s writings seem very appropriate.

I personally empathise with the whole question of ‘happenings’ – for I know that it was not by mere chance alone that my wife, Marlene, and I ‘happened’ to meet each other via the internet, and that we just ‘happened’ to get married – and that because we were living together after our marriage Marlene ‘happened’ to save my life when I was very seriously ill a year ago.

For I know that God has a special plan for Marlene and I and, for that, He needed me to be living an earthly life.

We may not always be able to ‘look round corners’ but providing we;-

Trust and obey,
For there’s no other way,
To be happy in Jesus,
But to trust and obey

the purpose for all our ‘happenings’ will be revealed unto us!

A Message to David Cameron

I don’t usually use my blog for political messages but I feel very empathic with the words of one of my Facebook friends, Rick Ormrod, because David Cameron and the UK Government are disadvantaging many people who are less fortunate than themselves.

Rick writes:-

As commentators are now pointing out, David Cameron said yesterday that we are a wealthy nation and can afford to help those affected by flooding with no limit put on the spending.

Yet when it comes to the disabled, the unemployed and those who cannot even afford to feed themselves and must go to Foodbanks for handouts there must be severe cuts because of the government’s austerity programme.

Whilst I feel desperately sorry for all those whose lives are adversely affected by flooding I can’t help but think that there is a double standard operating here.

If we are a wealthy nation then we can afford to increase benefits to humane levels to give people a chance. If we truly need austerity, then we can’t have a bottomless purse to sort out the flooding problems!

(Is it just my perception that David Cameron is more interested in money than the people he is supposed to represent?)

The Pot Roast

Once upon a time, in the age in which we live, there came a holiday not unlike many holidays. It is a tradition in this land to share time and a Feast with Family at these times. This is like that.

And, as so often happens, the eight year old Daughter is helping Mum in the ritual of preparing the Feast.  Potatoes are skinned and washed, cans are opened and poured. mum looks now and then at her “Book of Shadows” for the proper pinch of this, and dash of that.

And the Pot Roast is put upon the cutting board. Mum takes the ritual knife and carefully marks and cuts a 1½” piece off of each end of the Pot Roast, then places it in the roasting pan.

Eight year old Daughters being what they are, the Daughter turns her head just a bit, and asks, “Why is it that we cut the ends off the Pot Roast?”

The Mum, without missing a step as she is moving toward the oven says in reply, “because it will cook better that way,” and closes the door of the oven with the pot Roast safely inside. Straightening up and rolling her eyes towards the ceiling in thought, Mum gives a soft “hmmmmmmmmmm.”

Mum twists her face, as she looks over her answer and says, “To be honest, Dear, that answer doesn’t make sense. I don’t really know why I do that. This is what your Grandmother taught me to do, so this is what I do. I have never thought to ask why.”

“So, my Daughter, if you wish to know, you must ask your Grandmother.”

Daughter says “oh” as an eight year old often does, turned and headed for the living room when the din of a television and many voices of Family melded together as a shadow of noise in the background. Grandmum sat, almost as if she were in her own world, yet seemingly taking everything in.

Without introduction or permission, as an eight year old often does, Daughter appeared before Grandmum and asked, “Grandmum, why do we cut the ends of the Pot Roast off?”

With hardly a pause, Grandmum replied, “That is the way I have always done this. It is the way to cook a Pot Roast because this is the way my Mother, your Great Grandmother, taught me to do so.”

“Oh,” Daughter simply said, sensing that was the end of the answer, the words being offered in the absolute. Daughter twisted her face a bit trying to form a question that could get around the answer given, but before she could speak the question, Uncle George was bending to her ear with his hand on her shoulder.

Uncle George was always telling stories and laughing in the wrong places. He seemed as though he did not fit into this Family as much as everyone else did.

Uncle George always arrived at these visits with gifts for the children that always received frowns from the adults when presented. In her pocket, Daughter had her first tube of lip gloss ever. “The Rosy Pink goes so well with your cheeks.” Uncle George said as Mum looked on with disapproval.

Now, Uncle George says softly into Daughter’s ear, “Your Nana is on the porch. Go ask her.” And, the Rosy pink did go so well with her cheeks.

Great Grandmother sat in the warm mid afternoon sun of late Fall. The chair that creaked as she rocked seemed to be as old as her, and to Daughter, she was very old. Her dress was for comfort, not fashion, and she pulled repeatedly on a corn cob pipe that seemed to bother everyone.

As before, without introduction, Daughter presented herself and her question. Deep brown eyes sparkled well within sockets set behind the leather-like wrinkled flesh of Great Grandmother’s face.

“Child,” Great Grandmother said, holding her hands in front of her about eight inches apart, corn cob pipe in her right hand. “My roasting pan was only this big!”

“Oh”