He is Risen as He Said

He is not here. He is risen as He said.

If our Lord had died and had not risen, our hope would be in vain. Without Christ’s resurrection power, victory over sin would be nothing more than empty rhetoric with no hope of eternal life.

We would of all people be most miserable. But Christ not only died. He also rose again. Truly that is the reason for the victory.

If the joy of Easter is not a reality, you cannot be assured of anything but your earthly life. Today let the joy of Easter become reality.

He is risen as He said and is going before you into Galilee. There you will see Him (Mathew 28:7). Now we can sing with joy, “Christ the Lord is ris’n today! Alleluia.”

Emily Pippin, Guest writer

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Joy In The Morning

Joy In The Morning

Today is the first day of the rest of your life.  So how will you begin it?  With joy?

Life is not always easy, but with the Lord everything is a blessing.  Sometimes we think the Lord isn’t fair.  We struggle and grasp for answers to what are seemingly sad moments, disappointments, and heartaches.  But be sure, friend: Nothing takes the Lord by surprise.  Nothing is a mistake.  No one is without hope.

When everything seems to fall apart, take hold of our dear Father and know that He is patient, loving, and kind. He will never make an error.  Rejoice in the Lord’s loving direction and guidance.  Then, every day keep rejoicing in His marvelous love and faithfulness.

Begin the first day of the rest of your life with great joy.

“So be truly glad!  There is wonderful joy ahead, even though the going is rough down for a while down here.  These trials are only to test your faith, to see whether or not it is strong and pure.  It is being tested as fire tests gold and purifies it—and your faith is far more precious to God than mere gold; so if your faith remains strong after being tried in the test tube of fiery trials, it will bring you much praise and glory and honor on the day of His return.”

I Peter 1:6-7 TLB

Guest Writer: Emily L. Pippin

An Update from Heaven

An Update from Heaven

Wow, Emily! You are going to love it here.

It is just as God said. Praise Him for He is faithful and His word is ever sure.
Our language was impoverished when it comes to its ability to communicate what heaven is really like. Paul, John, and the writer of Hebrews called it “glory” (II Cor. 4:17, Rev. 21:11, and Heb. 2:10); but even “glory” barely conveys what is like here. Our human language cannot capture what the regenerate, imperishable eye sees here.

I understand better now the difficulty John must have experienced when he was recording the Revelation (Unveiling) of Jesus Christ and wrote: “Where do I start? How can I possibly describe Him and this I’m seeing?” It is as glorious as the dwelling place of the Most High God should be! But most of all, He is here—my Savior and my Lord, the One I longed to see.

Jesus said He was going to prepare a place for us? Only the Creator of all things could produce so many precious stones and pearls and SO much gold. And the crystal sea—gorgeous! The light is as John said: “like a most precious stone, like a jasper stone, clear as crystal.” But only the Light of the World could eliminate the need for any other light source and Himself illuminate every corner and crevice. And, just as He said, there are people here from every tribe, tongue, and nation, from every age. Praise to the Redeemer is almost deafening!

“Worthy is the Lamb Who was slain
To receive power and riches and wisdom,
And strength and honor and glory and blessing.

“Blessing and honor and glory and power
To Him who sits on the throne,
And to the Lamb, forever and ever.”

Amen

Being here with Him is so far beyond what I imagined with my earthly mind. I’m sure you understand the unsurpassed joy I felt when Jesus welcomed me and called me, by my NEW name.

Written on my crown,
a new name known only to Him,
autographed by Christ.
-dlp

If I had known it is so wonderful, I would have come here a long time ago! I am eagerly anticipating my reunion with you and our children. Be of good courage. Do not mourn like those who have no hope, for our Hope is Jesus and His resurrection. You may miss me, but please long to see Him more. Bring others with you when you come.

What? No cake? My Incredible Journey

What a day to praise the Lord. W had a quiet party of pecan pie and ice cream and sang hymns with our long time friends, Brad and Joyce and Betty who became our friend just after I was diagnosed with cancer.

Eighty-three years ago yesterday my mother welcomed me into her heart, arms, and life. It has been an incredible life. The Lord has been faithful every moment and for this I am thankful. He accepted me into his family as his treasured possession when I was twelve years old. He introduced me to The King’s College and there I met the love of my life, Emily, who has proven to be the help meet for 61 ½ years. He has given us four children who know and love the Lord, eight grandchildren who are using their talents to serve him, and six great grandchildren who are being trained to know and love the Lord. And as an added blessing, three step grandchildren. What a legacy. I could ask for nothing more.

Yet He has given so much more in a companion who has worked along side me in every endeavor. We directed plays and musicals together, toured with choirs, madrigals, barbershop quartets together, led Christian seminars for many years together and shared special moments along the way.

So as I closed yesterday I again said thank you Lord for an incredible journey with you and with the choice of a life long partner. We look forward to the days, weeks, and months ahead as we continue to serve through our prayers for although outwardly in the flesh I grow weaker, yet day by day I am being renewed 2 Cor 4:16.

Grieving with Hope

Recently the Lord taught me a new lesson on how to live out the Scripture, “Mourn with those who mourn.” Romans 12:15.

After one of our small group Bible studies, a dear saint with failing health came up to me, held both my hands, looked directly into my eyes through her misty ones, and said, “When you get to heaven find my husband, John. He loved words, especially the Word of God, as you do. You remind me of him.”

“How long has there been an empty chair at your table?”

“It seems like forever. Six years. He’d have gotten you in a corner and picked your brain.
You’re so full of the Spirit you bubble over.”

Still gripping my hands, Lynn told me that she doesn’t hear the lessons as clearly as she used to. I volunteered to send her additional review material. She asked if I’d send copies of our studies so she can share them with her daughter and a friend.

She lifted herself onto her tiptoes, hugged me and said,“God sent you here just for me.”

As she left, I silently cried out,“Lord, teach me to love with passion as Lynn does.” I determined to add her to my prayer list, to try to call her weekly, and send her encouraging notes.

“Dear Father of all comfort, I praise you for the renewal to ‘grieve with those who grieve.’ She’s lonely, hurting, and desperately grieving from the loss of her beloved John. You’ve reassured me that ‘You are familiar with all our ways’ and your holy Presence is a present help’”.

Please teach Lynn, my wife, and all of us who know you how to wait patiently for the reality of ‘He will wipe away every tear from their eyes. No more death, no more mourning or crying for the old life has passed away’. Amen.” Rev 21:4

But the preacher is boring!

“But Wilma, the preacher talks too much and he’s boring.” “Then pray for him.”
That was my sister’s response when I tried to make an excuse to stay home from church.
We can’t always choose things in our life, especially our parents, but if I could have chosen my sister I would have picked Wilma. But not when I was a child.
Yet over the years Wilma had instilled in me the commandment “Remember the Sabbath day to keep it holy” so after she was married, I faithfully took the bus to church every Sunday.
One cool September morning I attended not only Sunday School but also church. At the end of the pastor’s message, he invited all those who realized they were sinners and wanted to become one of God’s treasured possessions to come forward.
I walked down the aisle and he asked, “Leon, do you want to go to heaven?” “Yes,” I replied so softly that he had to ask me again.
That afternoon I said, “Mom, can I tell you what happened to me at church this morning?”
“Sure, Leon, did you get sick or something?”
“No, Mom. I made a decision today that I want to go to heaven to be with Jesus.”
That night as I lay on my bed, I thanked the Lord that I was now one of His treasured possessions.
There are a few people who have cast shadows of influence on my life and my sister is one of them.
Is there someone in your life whose influence has made a difference? Why not start the new year off by dropping them a note of thanks for what they mean to you.
Excerpted from Naked With Clothes On by. D. Leon Pippin

Christmas With Strings Attached

My vivid memories as a child were the special events at Christmastime. It was during the war years so money was scarce and presents were few. But winter brought Christmas, a very special time for the children of the community and that didn’t stop the churches from celebrating the season. My brother Dick and I looked forward to the Christmas program at church. There was lots of carol singing, listening to the Christmas story from the Bible, and watching a play of some kind usually put on by the kids. We liked that. But the best time came at the end of the service when every boy and girl got a red mesh and cellophane stocking filled with candies of all shapes and colors, stapled at the top with a little red string attached for hanging. We rushed home to show Mom before we carefully opened our stockings and dumped out the candy.

Our childhood gave way to adulthood and the programs and the candy stockings may have taken a lesser place of importance, but the stories of Christmas acted out from the Bible, the carols we sang, and the message of Jesus remain the integral memory of Christmas – when the eternal God became the earthborn infant Jesus so that we might become the heaven born children of God. The greatest Christmas gift ever given. “The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us.” John 1:14. “And she gave birth to her first born, a Son. She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger.” Luke 2:7.
Excerpted from my memoir Naked With Clothes On, Chapter 13. Available on Amazon.com.