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What Will It Be?

Millions are struggling for survival in Myanmar and India due to massive flooding. Already, they were poor and needy. Now, their pain is worsened. And we have the power to help them, in the name of Jesus.

Screenshot_2015-09-03-12-31-01-1Half the world goes to bed with empty stomachs, naked bodies, and broken hearts. We have feasts, closets of clothes, and the Truth that can change their lives for eternity….Won’t you please give a little to see a lost, dying, and hopeless world come to Jesus? Won’t you do what the Bible calls “pure and undefiled religion”? Won’t you please fulfill the Great Commission and be a part of helping the poor and needy across the globe? The world will only know us as Christ’s by our love. Will we love? Or will we let the world wax cold and indifferent to Jesus, who bled and died for them? God, please stamp eternity on our eyes! Let us live in the light of eternity! In Jesus’ name, amen.

To give, visit http://www.gfa.org/flood/myanmar-india/.

Thank you.

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The Sight of a Blind Woman; A Simple Prayer to Turn our Hearts

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Fanny Crosby was rendered blind at a young age because of damage done to her corneas. However, she never let her blindness hinder her in any way. At a young age, she memorized large portions of the Bible, rode horseback, played, jumped, ran, climbed trees, played several instruments rather well, and wrote many poems. Later in life, she travelled, became a professor at an institution for the blind, and wrote many hymns. She has been one of my major inspirations over the past few months. She refused to count her lack of sight as anything but a blessing. Despite her lack of physical sight, she saw more spiritually than most see in all their lifetime. O the sight of this blind woman! Let us now incline our ears to one hymn she wrote. It is a prayer to turn our hearts. This has become my prayer every day. Let the words soak in….

“I am thine, O Lord. I have heard Thy voice,

And it told Thy love to me;

But I long to rise in the arms of faith,

And be closer drawn to Thee.

Draw me nearer, nearer, blessed Lord,

To the cross where Thou hast died;

Draw me nearer, nearer, nearer, blessed Lord,

To Thy precious, bleeding side!

Consecrate me now to Thy service, Lord,

By the power of grace divine;

Let my soul look up with a steadfast hope,

And my will be lost in Thine.

Draw me nearer, nearer, blessed Lord,

To the cross where Thou hast died;

Draw me nearer, nearer, nearer, blessed Lord,

To Thy precious, bleeding side!

O the pure delight of a single hour

That before Thy throne I spend;

When I kneel in prayer, and with Thee, my God,

I commune as friend with friend!

Draw me nearer, nearer, blessed Lord,

To the cross where Thou hast died;

Draw me nearer, nearer, nearer, blessed Lord,

To Thy precious, bleeding side!

There are depths of love that I cannot know

Till I cross the narrow sea;

There are heights of joy that I may not reach

Till I rest in peace with Thee.

Draw me nearer, nearer, blessed Lord,

To the cross where Thou hast died;

Draw me nearer, nearer, nearer, blessed Lord,

To Thy precious, bleeding side!”

—”Draw Me Nearer” by Fanny Crosby

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