A Call To Repentance

Today’s word search to challenge your Biblical Mind is based on the theme ‘A Call To Repentance’ – 2 Corinthians 12: 19-21.
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With many peaceful blessings

Little Sins

“To the Lord your God belong the heavens, even the highest heavens, the earth and everything in it.” DEUTERONOMY 10:14

“But you must not eat from the tree of knowledge of good and evil, for when you eat of it you will surely die.” GENESIS 2:17

What has man done to God’s wonderful world? A world He created to benefit living, With every provision for body and mind. How deep is His love, how gracious His giving! Yet man in his limited knowledge and power Has sought to be God. Destroying and tainting The intricate detail and balance created By wisdom and overall infinite planning.

It began in the garden with dissatisfaction Of all the provision that God had ordained. And has grown through the centuries, out of proportion As Satan has tempted, deceived and profaned. Man: always wanting what God has forbidden, Reaching out for the fruit of untouchable tree!

How can we rectify, correct the damage This world has suffered through man’s liberty? God gave us free will to choose our vocation, To accept His provision and live by His plan, Or go our own way in search of authority, Fortune and fame and the things that tempt man!

But this path is proving the world’s sad undoing, This path is leading to horrors unknown, And until man awakes from his slumber of sinning God’s wonderful world cannot be His true home! Because of His love for this world and its people, Made in His image, yet gone far astray, He offered His Son that the world be delivered And His people return to His perfect way.

Still in His mercy God gives us the choices To continue the path leading only to death, Or return to the One Who made full provision And acknowledge His Sovereignty o’er all the earth!

“Whosoever therefore shall break one of these least commandments, and shall teach men so, he shall be called the least in the kingdom of heaven.”—Matt. 5:19.

A great many people are careful about breaking large commandments and committing grave sins, while they continually do little wrong things. They would not tell a direct lie for the world, but their speech is full of little falsehoods. They would not take money from the pocket or drawer of another, and yet they continually commit small thefts.

For example, the grocer by mistake gives them a little too much change, and they do not think of returning it. Through carelessness, the postage-stamp on a letter is left uncancelled, and they take it off and use it a second time.

They would not try to blacken a neighbour’s name or destroy his character, and yet they repeat to others the evil whispers about him which they have heard, and thus soil his reputation.

They would not swear or curse in the coarse way of the street, but they are continually using such words as “Gracious!” “Goodness!” “Mercy!” and other mild, timid substitutes for profane oaths.

They would not do flagrant acts of wickedness to disgrace themselves, but their lives are honeycombed with all manner of little meannesses, impurities, selfishnesses, and bad tempers. We need to remember that little disobediences bring one down to an inferior place in the kingdom of heaven. Little sins mar the beauty of the character. Then they are sure to grow.

Often, too, they are infinite in their consequences. The trickling leak in the dyke becomes a torrent, deluging vast plains. We ought never to indulge even the smallest faults or evil habits, but should aim always at perfection.

We ought to be satisfied with nothing less than perfection in character, and perfection is made up of small things.

(J R Miller)

Holy Spirit Donations

I have just created a special page for people who wish to make donations to help us expand our Ministry.
This is something completely new to us – and something that we have never done before – but I know that there are people ‘out there’ who would like to make a donation, however small, towards our ever increasing financial commitments in the expansion of our Ministry.
Our Donations page may be found at:-
Thanking you, in advance, for all your love and support
God Bless

The Methodist Philatelic Society

I have just finished updating the Methodist Philatelic Society website.

I warmly invite you to view the updates by going to: –

I plan to add more commemorative stamp cards in the next few days

With many peaceful blessings


Last Night I took a Journey

Last night I took a journey
To a land across the seas.
I didn’t go by ship or plane
I traveled on my knees.

I saw so many people there
In bondage to their sin,
And Jesus told me I should go,
That there were souls to win.

But I said “Jesus, I can’t go
To lands across the seas.”
He answered quickly, “Yes, you can
By traveling on your knees.”

He said, “You pray, I’ll meet the need.
You call, and I will hear.
It’s up to you to be concerned
For lost souls far and near.”

And so I did; knelt in prayer,
Gave up some hours of ease,
And with the Savior by my side,
I traveled on my knees.

As I prayed on, I saw souls saved
And twisted persons healed,
I saw God’s workers strength renewed
While laboring in the field.

I said, “Yes Lord, I’ll take the job.
Your heart I want to please.
I’ll heed Your call and swiftly go
By traveling on my knees.”

Have a truly wonderful day – in every way

With many peaceful blessings


I was blind but now I can see: the voice of Bartimaeus

Nothing has ever been the same since that day. Well, how could it be? My whole life changed in an instant.

I was a beggar, now I am not; I was despised and rejected, now I have a place in society; and I was blind but now I can see.

My name is Bartimaeus, and I was born blind. There was much debate at the time as to whose fault that was, mine or my parents or even their parents. Something to do with the sins of the father I think, I didn’t much know or care. All I know is that I was blind, but Jesus made me see.

It was a day like any other. I was up early and out on the road, I needed to get a good spot, needed to get money to feed the family, and there is not much else for a blind man to do, so begging it was.

To begin with all I heard was the everyday chatter of the street, and the sound of a few coins being tossed into my plate. But gradually I could sense the excitement rising in everyone. The noise increased and I could feel a rush of activity all around me.

What was it?

What was going on?

“Jesus is coming,” someone shouted at last.

Jesus the teacher, prophet and healer. Jesus, I had heard of Him – His reputation was going before Him – that was for sure.

I knew I wanted to talk with Him. Maybe He could heal me, I had thought optimistically.

I shouted too, “Jesus, Son of David, have mercy on me!” The crowd laughed at me and told me to keep quiet, not to bother the teacher. Why would He want to talk to you anyway, they said. I shouted louder, “Jesus, pity me!”

Suddenly, someone was whispering in my ear and helping me to my feet. “Hush, He is calling you.” I stopped, His hand touched my shoulder and He asked, “What do you want me to do for you?”

What a dumb question, I thought, but it wasn’t. He knew what He was saying, and He wanted to know that I had weighed up my answer.

I paused. “I want to see,” I said.

“Then go,” He told me, “Wash in the stream and see, your faith has healed you.”

So I went, and washed, and just as He said I would, I could see. A whole inquisition followed, questions from priests and the crowd alike.

Questions for me, my parents and my whole family. Questions, for most of which I didn’t know the answer. All I could tell them was that I was blind, Jesus touched me, and now I can see.


With many peaceful blessings


A Heart-warming Thought

Bill was an old Great War soldier, and illness had left him paralysed from the waist down. His bed was brought downstairs, in the tiny, two-up, two-down house he shared with his wife, Nita, and he spent the rest of his days looking out of the window.

His cheery smiles were a joy to passers-by. So, when it came known that Bill had started knitting to pass the time, many people donated oddments of wool.

Bill knitted blankets in basket-stitch, in nine-inch strips, which his wife, Nita. sewed together. These multi-coloured blankets were given to friends all over the place.

For more than 40 years Bill gave out these blankets to all his many friends and although thin and worn through the passing years, his blankets were in daily use in bedrooms all around the village where he lived.

When we give, we can never know the full impact that our generosity will make.

It is a very heart-warming thought

With many peaceful blessings