The Essence of Christmas

Christmas is for children. But it is for grownups too. Even if it is a
headache, a chore, and nightmare, it is a period of necessary defrosting of
chill and hide-bound hearts. – Lenora Mattingly Weber

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THE (SCIENTIFIC) DEATH OF JESUS

 I got this in my email today, a continuation of Christmas and a preview of Easter!

At the age of 33, Jesus was condemned to the death penalty. At the time, crucifixion was the “worst” death. Only the worst criminals were condemned to be crucified. Yet it was even more dreadful for Jesus. Unlike other criminals condemned to death by crucifixion Jesus was to be nailed to the cross by His hands and feet. Each nail was 6 to 8 inches long, for his feet longer had to be used. The nails were driven into His wrists…not into His palms as is commonly portrayed. There’s a tendon in the wrist that extends to the shoulder.  

The Roman guards knew that when the nails were being hammered into the wrist that tendons would tear and
break, forcing Jesus to use His back muscles to support himself so that He could breath. Both of His feet were nailed together.  Thus, He was forced to support Himself on the single nail that impaled His feet to the cross.  Jesus could not support himself with His legs because of the pain so He was forced to alternate between arching His back then using his legs just to continue to breath.  Imagine the struggle, the pain, the
suffering, the courage. Jesus endured this reality for over 6 hours. Yes, over 6 hours! Can you imagine this kind of suffering?

A few minutes before He died, Jesus stopped bleeding.  He was simply pouring water from his wounds. From common images we see wounds to His hands and feet and even the spear wound to His side.  But do we realize His wounds were actually made in his body.  A hammer driving large nails through the wrist, the feet overlapped and an even large nail  hammered through the arches, then a Roman guard  piercing His side with a spear.  

But before the nails and the spear, Jesus was whipped and beaten. The whipping was so severe that it tore the flesh  from His body.  The beating so horrific that His face was torn and his beard ripped from His face.  The crown of thorns cut deeply into His scalp.  Most  men would not have survived this torture.

He had no more blood to bleed out, only water poured from His wounds. The human adult body contains about 3.5 liters 4 and a quarter qts. of  blood.  Jesus lost all 3.5 liters of his blood. He had three  nails hammered into his members, a crown of  thorns  on his head and, beyond that, a Roman soldier who stabbed a spear into his side.

All this – without mentioning the humiliation. He passed after carrying his own cross for almost 2 kilometers, while the crowd spat in his face and  threw stones.  (The cross was almost 30 kilograms of weight.  Jesus had to endure this experience, so that you can  have free access to God…so that your sins could be  “washed” away. All of them, with no exception! Don’t  ignore this situation. JESUS CHRIST DIED FOR YOU!

For you, who now read this e-mail.  Do not believe  that He only died for others (those who go to church  or for pastors, bishops, etc).  He died for you!

It is easy to pass jokes or foolish  photos by e-mail, but when it comes to God, sometimes you feel ashamed to forward to others because you are worried of what they may think about  you.

                  Accept the reality, the truth that JESUS IS THE  ONLY SALVATION FOR THE WORLD.

God has plans for you, show all your friends what He  experienced to save you.  Now think about this! May God bless your life!

                    60 seconds with God…

Jesus’ instructions. He said (Matthew 10:32 & 33):

“Everyone therefore who acknowledges me before

others, I also will acknowledge before my Father in

heaven; but whosoever denies me before others,  

 also will deny before my Father in heaven”.

 He keeps me alive day and night.  Without Him, I am nothing, but with Him “I can do

  all things through Him who strengthens me”.

All American Face

by Leysa Lowery

What is the all-American face?
Some say it’s white —
Others argue it should be
The face of a Native American —
Others say it’s the faces of
Their children, sweet and innocent,
Or the svelte model
On the cover of the sports magazine —
Or maybe the smiling basketball star —
Or Norman Rockwell’s subject
In a Sunday-go-to-meeting suit.

I saw the all-American face today.
It was worn by a soldier
Dressed in desert camouflage.
He/she was white/black/brown
He/she was smiling
Waving at the camera
Telling his/her spouse/mother/child
“I love you!”
“I’m OK!”
It was a beautiful face
An all-American face.

PLEASE REMEMBER OUR MILITARY  THIS HOLIDAY SEASON AND THROUGHOUT THE YEARS TO COME.

My First Christmas Adventure with Grandma

I’m enjoying the Christmas emails:

Enjoy. This is truly a nice story.

 I remember my first Christmas adventure with Grandma.  I was just a kid.  I remember tearing across town on my bike to visit her on the day my big sister dropped the bomb:  “There is no Santa Claus,”  she jeered.  “Even dummies know that!”

My Grandma was not the gushy kind, never had been.   I fled to her that day because I knew she would be straight with me.   I knew Grandma always told the truth, and I knew that the truth always went down a whole lot easier when swallowed with one of her world-famous cinnamon buns.   I knew they were
world-famous, because Grandma said so.   It had to be true.

Grandma was home, and the buns were still warm.   Between bites, I told her everything.   She was ready for me. “No Santa Claus!” she snorted.   “Ridiculous! Don’t believe it. That rumor has been going around for years, and it makes
me mad, plain mad. Now, put on your coat, and let’s go.”

“Go?  Go where, Grandma?” I asked.   I hadn’t even finished my second world-famous, cinnamon bun.   “Where” turned out to be Kerby’s General Store, the one store in town that had a little bit of just about everything.   As we walked through its doors, Grandma handed me ten dollars.   That was a bundle
in those days. “Take this money,” she said, “and buy something for someone who needs it. 

I’ll wait for you in the car.”   Then she turned and walked out of Kerby’s.

I was only eight years old.    I’d often gone shopping with my mother, but never had I shopped for anything all by myself.   The store seemed big and crowded, full of people scrambling to finish their Christmas shopping.   For a few moments I just stood there, confused, clutching that ten-dollar bill,
wondering what to buy, and who on earth to buy it for.

I thought of everybody I knew:   my family, my friends, my neighbors, the kids at school, the people who went to my church.   I was just about thought out, when I suddenly thought of Bobby Decker.   He was a kid with bad breath
and messy hair, and he sat right behind me in Mrs.Pollock’s grade-two class.


Bobby Decker didn’t have a coat.   I knew that because he never went out for recess during the winter.   His mother always wrote a note, telling the teacher that he had a cough, but all of us kids knew that Bobby Decker didn’t have a cough, and
he didn’t have a coat.   I fingered the ten-dollar bill with growing excitement. I would buy Bobby Decker a coat!

I settled on a red corduroy one that had a hood to it.   It looked real warm, and he would like that.  “Is this a Christmas present for someone?” the lady behind the counter asked kindly, as I laid my ten dollars down.  “Yes,” I replied shyly.  “It’s …. for Bobby.”   The nice lady smiled at me.   I didn’t get any change, but she put the coat in a bag and wished me a Merry Christmas.

That evening, Grandma helped me wrap the coat in Christmas paper and ribbons (a little tag fell out of the coat, and Grandma tucked it in her Bible) and wrote on the package, “To Bobby, From Santa Claus” — Grandma said that Santa
always insisted on secrecy.   Then she drove me over to Bobby Decker’s house, explaining as we went that I was now and forever officially one of Santa’s helpers.

Grandma parked down the street from Bobby’s house, and she and I crept noiselessly and hid in the bushes by his front walk.   Then Grandma gave me a nudge.  “All right, Santa Claus,” she whispered, “get going.”

I took a deep breath, dashed for his front door, threw the present down on his step, pounded his doorbell and flew back to the safety of the bushes and Grandma.   Together we waited breathlessly in the darkness for the front door
to open.   Finally it did, and there stood Bobby.

Fifty years haven’t dimmed the thrill of those moments spent shivering, beside my Grandma, in Bobby Decker’s bushes.   That night, I realized that those awful rumors about Santa Claus were just what Grandma said they were: ridiculous.  Santa was alive and well, and we were on his team.

I still have the Bible, with the tag tucked inside: $19.95.

*****

He who has no Christmas in his heart will never find Christmas under a tree.

A Sampling of Winter in New York

Click for more:  http://hubpages.com/_1jlqz2sadegzu/hub/A-Sampling-of-Winter-in-New-York

Let’s start at Central Park in Manhattan, because most visitors to New York stay at hotels in the City. The ice skating rink at Rockefeller Center is well-known the world over. The Central Park Lake was drained to a level that eased the ice to freeze each year……

TGIF ~ Christmas E-Mail

 

 My friends are in the Christmas spirit, so I’ll be sharing the season’s greetings with all of you!

 CHRISTMAS E-MAIL 
I have a list of people I know, all logged in my computer,
And now at Christmas time I have gone to take a look.
And that is when I realize that these names are a part,
Not of the computer they’re stored in, but of my heart.

For each name stands for someone who has crossed my path sometime,
And in that meeting they’ve become the rhythm in each rhyme.
And while it sounds fantastic for me to make this claim,
I feel that I’m composed of each remembered name.

 
And whether I have known you for many years or few,
In some way you have been a part of shaping things I do.
And now that Christmas has come, I realize anew,
The best gift life can offer is having friends like you.

~author unknown~


Merry Christmas

 

Christ’s Bell

Christ’s Bell
This is an awesome e-mail.. Someone took a lot of time setting up this message .

THE BELL
I KNOW WHO I AM
I am God’s child (John 1:12)
I am Christ’s friend (John 15:15 )
I am united with the Lord (1 Cor. 6:17)
I am bought with a price (1 Cor 6:19-20)
I am a saint (set apart for God). (Eph. 1:1)
I am a personal witness of Christ. (Acts 1:8)
I am the salt & light of the earth (Matt 5:13-14)
I am a member of the body of Christ (1 Cor 12:27)
I am free forever from condemnation ( Rom. 8: 1-2)
I am a citizen of Heaven. I am significant (Phil 3 :20)
I am free from any charge against me (Rom. 8:31 -34)
I am a minister of reconciliation for God (2 Cor 5:17-21)
I have access to God through the Holy Spirit (Eph. 2:18)
I am seated with Christ in the heavenly realms (Eph. 2:6)
I cannot be separated from the love of God (Rom 8:35-39)
I am established, anointed, sealed by God (2 Cor 1:21-22 )
I am assured all things work together for good (Rom. 8:28 )
I have been chosen and appointed to bear fruit (John 15:16 )
I may approach God with freedom and confidence (Eph.. 3: 12 )
I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me (Phil. 4:13 )
I am the branch of the true vine, a channel of His life (John 15: 1-5)
I am God’s temple (1 Cor. 3: 16). I am complete in Christ (Col. 2: 10)
I am hidden with Christ in God (Col. 3:3).. I have been justified (Romans 5:1)
I am God’s co-worker (1 Cor. 3:9; 2 Cor 6:1). I am God’s workmanship (Eph. 2:10)
I am confident that the good works God has begun in me will be perfected. (Phil. 1: 5)
I have been redeemed and forgiven ( Col 1:14). I have been adopted as God’s child (Eph 1:5)
I belong to God
Do you know
Who you are?

Keep this bell ringing…pass it on
‘The LORD bless you and keep you;
The LORD make His face shine upon you
And be gracious to you;
The LORD turn His face toward you
And give you peace…
Numbers 6:24-26