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I want to second that. I am greatful for the people I have met here on BYC.
I want to second that. I am greatful for the people I have met here on BYC.
It's not Friday anymore! Sunday is Here! VICTORY!( Christian topic)
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I Will Rise
Chris Tomlin
There's a peace I've come to know
Though my heart and flesh may fail
There's an anchor for my soul
I can say "It is well"
Jesus has overcome
And the grave is overwhelmed
The victory is won
He is risen from the dead
[Chorus:]
And I will rise when He calls my name
No more sorrow, no more pain
I will rise on eagles' wings
Before my God fall on my knees
And rise
I will rise
There's a day that's drawing near
When this darkness breaks to light
And the shadows disappear
And my faith shall be my eyes
Jesus has overcome
And the grave is overwhelmed
The victory is won
He is risen from the dead
[Chorus:]
And I will rise when He calls my name
No more sorrow, no more pain
I will rise on eagles' wings
Before my God fall on my knees
And rise
I will rise
And I hear the voice of many angels sing,
"Worthy is the Lamb"
And I hear the cry of every longing heart,
"Worthy is the Lamb"
[x2]
[Chorus:]
And I will rise when He calls my name
No more sorrow, no more pain
I will rise on eagles' wings
Before my God fall on my knees
And rise
I will rise
Chris Tomlin
There's a peace I've come to know
Though my heart and flesh may fail
There's an anchor for my soul
I can say "It is well"
Jesus has overcome
And the grave is overwhelmed
The victory is won
He is risen from the dead
[Chorus:]
And I will rise when He calls my name
No more sorrow, no more pain
I will rise on eagles' wings
Before my God fall on my knees
And rise
I will rise
There's a day that's drawing near
When this darkness breaks to light
And the shadows disappear
And my faith shall be my eyes
Jesus has overcome
And the grave is overwhelmed
The victory is won
He is risen from the dead
[Chorus:]
And I will rise when He calls my name
No more sorrow, no more pain
I will rise on eagles' wings
Before my God fall on my knees
And rise
I will rise
And I hear the voice of many angels sing,
"Worthy is the Lamb"
And I hear the cry of every longing heart,
"Worthy is the Lamb"
[x2]
[Chorus:]
And I will rise when He calls my name
No more sorrow, no more pain
I will rise on eagles' wings
Before my God fall on my knees
And rise
I will rise
Goodnite, miss jayne. Thank you for this thread it has already been a blessing to me.
I wonder if we can make this a 'worship till Sunday" thread?
Happy Easter:
(Parts of a Sunday talk I once gave, quotes of scriptures or others are not given)
We do not know, we cannot tell, our mortal minds cannot conceive, the full import of what Christ did in Gethsemane. The Holy word teaches us that He sweat great drops of blood from every pore as He drained the bitter cup that His Father had given Him.
We know He suffered, in body, but even more so in spirit, more than it is possible for a man to suffer, except it be unto death. We know that in some way, without understanding to us, His suffering satisfied the demands of justice, ransomed repentant souls from the pains and penalties of sin, and made mercy available to those who believe in His holy name.
We know that He lay prostrate upon the ground as the pains and agonies of an infinite burden caused him to tremble and would that He might not drink the bitter cup. We know that an angel came from the courts of glory to strengthen Him in his ordeal, and we suppose it was mighty Michael (Adam), who foremost fell that mortal man might be.
As near as we can judge, these infinite agonies--this suffering beyond compare--continued for some three or four hours. After this--his body then wrenched and drained of strength--He confronted Judas and the other incarnate devils, some from the very Sanhedrin itself; and He was led away with a rope around his neck, as a common criminal, to be judged by the arch-criminals, who as Jews sat in Aaron's seat and who as Romans wielded Caesar's power.
They took him to Annas, to Caiaphas, to Pilate, to Herod, and back to Pilate. He was accused, cursed, and smitten. Their foul saliva ran down his face as vicious blows further weakened his pain-engulfed body. With reeds of wrath they rained blows upon his back. Blood ran down his face as a crown of thorns pierced his trembling brow.
But above it all He was scourged, scourged with forty stripes save one, scourged with a multi-thonged whip into whose leather strands sharp bones and cutting metals were woven.
At that period of time, many died from scourging alone, but He rose from the sufferings of the scourge that He might die an inglorious death upon the cruel cross of Calvary.
Then He carried his own cross until He collapsed from the weight and pain and mounting agony of it all. Finally, on a hill called Calvary, while helpless disciples looked on and felt the agonies of near death in their own bodies, the Roman soldiers laid him upon the cross.
With great mallets they drove spikes of iron through His feet and hands and wrists. Truly He was wounded for our transgressions and bruised for our iniquities. Then the cross was raised that all might see and gape and curse and deride. This they did, with evil venom, for three hours from 9 A.M. to noon.
Then the heavens grew black and darkness covered the land for the space of three hours. There was a mighty storm, as though the very God of Nature was in agony. And truly He was, for while He was hanging on the cross for another three hours, from noon to 3 P.M., all the infinite agonies and merciless pains of Gethsemane recurred!
And, finally, when the atoning agonies had taken their toll--when the victory had been won, when the Son of God had fulfilled the will of his Father in all things--then He said, "It is finished" and He voluntarily gave up the ghost.
As the peace and comfort of a merciful death freed Him from the pains and sorrows of mortality, His spirit entered into the paradise of God. After some thirty-eight or forty hours--three days as the Jews measured time--our Blessed Lord came to the Arimathaean's tomb, where his partially-embalmed body had been placed by Nicodemus and Joseph of Arimathaea.
Then, in a way incomprehensible to us, He took up that body which had not yet seen corruption and arose in that glorious immortality which made Him like his resurrected Father.
Christ won the victory over death! We will no longer be bound! Because of our Saviour Jesus Christ we will all live again! After Christs resurrection, the graves were opened, and all of the faithful saints who had passed to the other side from Adam's time to Christ, took up their bodies and lived again!
And now, after the many testimonies which have been given of him, this is the testimony, last of all which we give of him: That He lives! That He dwells on the right hand of God; and we hear the voice of the Holy Spirit bearing record that He is the Only Begotten of the Father--That by Him, and through Him, and of Him, the worlds are and were created, and the inhabitants thereof are begotten sons and daughters unto God!
We believe in God the Eternal Father and in His Son Jesus Christ and in the Holy Ghost!
Most of us have experienced the death of a loved one. We know the pain of separation. Death can be bitter or sweet for either ourselves or our loved ones depending upon the way in which we have followed and actually come to know our Saviour Jesus Christ. Of course we mourn when a loved one passes on, but I believe that mourning is the highest compliment we can pay to someone we have loved.
We all will die, but through Christ we will all live again! The last ordinance of the gospel in which we will participate will be that of the resurrection.
Gods gift to the world was JESUS CHRIST. It was He who suffered pain beyond description at Gesthemane, who sweat great drops of blood at every pore because of our sins. It was Our Saviour Jesus Christ who was spit upon, betrayed and reviled: upon whose Head was placed a crown of sharp thorns. It was Our Saviour who stumbling under its weight, carried His cross up Golgotha, there to be nailed to a tree. Large nails pierced His hands and feet and wrists.
There, a sword pierced his quivering side. On Calvary He finished his mortal work and now continues with His Eternal work on the other side of the veil. It was He who took up his body once again from the Aramatheans tomb. The stone was rolled away by angels and He rose from the dead on the third day, that first Holy Sabbath we now call the Lords Day.
During this Easter Season might all of us, as His disciples, always remember with reverence and gratitude Gods greatest gift, Him whose name we honor, cherish and bear. JESUS CHRIST!
AMEN!
(Parts of a Sunday talk I once gave, quotes of scriptures or others are not given)
We do not know, we cannot tell, our mortal minds cannot conceive, the full import of what Christ did in Gethsemane. The Holy word teaches us that He sweat great drops of blood from every pore as He drained the bitter cup that His Father had given Him.
We know He suffered, in body, but even more so in spirit, more than it is possible for a man to suffer, except it be unto death. We know that in some way, without understanding to us, His suffering satisfied the demands of justice, ransomed repentant souls from the pains and penalties of sin, and made mercy available to those who believe in His holy name.
We know that He lay prostrate upon the ground as the pains and agonies of an infinite burden caused him to tremble and would that He might not drink the bitter cup. We know that an angel came from the courts of glory to strengthen Him in his ordeal, and we suppose it was mighty Michael (Adam), who foremost fell that mortal man might be.
As near as we can judge, these infinite agonies--this suffering beyond compare--continued for some three or four hours. After this--his body then wrenched and drained of strength--He confronted Judas and the other incarnate devils, some from the very Sanhedrin itself; and He was led away with a rope around his neck, as a common criminal, to be judged by the arch-criminals, who as Jews sat in Aaron's seat and who as Romans wielded Caesar's power.
They took him to Annas, to Caiaphas, to Pilate, to Herod, and back to Pilate. He was accused, cursed, and smitten. Their foul saliva ran down his face as vicious blows further weakened his pain-engulfed body. With reeds of wrath they rained blows upon his back. Blood ran down his face as a crown of thorns pierced his trembling brow.
But above it all He was scourged, scourged with forty stripes save one, scourged with a multi-thonged whip into whose leather strands sharp bones and cutting metals were woven.
At that period of time, many died from scourging alone, but He rose from the sufferings of the scourge that He might die an inglorious death upon the cruel cross of Calvary.
Then He carried his own cross until He collapsed from the weight and pain and mounting agony of it all. Finally, on a hill called Calvary, while helpless disciples looked on and felt the agonies of near death in their own bodies, the Roman soldiers laid him upon the cross.
With great mallets they drove spikes of iron through His feet and hands and wrists. Truly He was wounded for our transgressions and bruised for our iniquities. Then the cross was raised that all might see and gape and curse and deride. This they did, with evil venom, for three hours from 9 A.M. to noon.
Then the heavens grew black and darkness covered the land for the space of three hours. There was a mighty storm, as though the very God of Nature was in agony. And truly He was, for while He was hanging on the cross for another three hours, from noon to 3 P.M., all the infinite agonies and merciless pains of Gethsemane recurred!
And, finally, when the atoning agonies had taken their toll--when the victory had been won, when the Son of God had fulfilled the will of his Father in all things--then He said, "It is finished" and He voluntarily gave up the ghost.
As the peace and comfort of a merciful death freed Him from the pains and sorrows of mortality, His spirit entered into the paradise of God. After some thirty-eight or forty hours--three days as the Jews measured time--our Blessed Lord came to the Arimathaean's tomb, where his partially-embalmed body had been placed by Nicodemus and Joseph of Arimathaea.
Then, in a way incomprehensible to us, He took up that body which had not yet seen corruption and arose in that glorious immortality which made Him like his resurrected Father.
Christ won the victory over death! We will no longer be bound! Because of our Saviour Jesus Christ we will all live again! After Christs resurrection, the graves were opened, and all of the faithful saints who had passed to the other side from Adam's time to Christ, took up their bodies and lived again!
And now, after the many testimonies which have been given of him, this is the testimony, last of all which we give of him: That He lives! That He dwells on the right hand of God; and we hear the voice of the Holy Spirit bearing record that He is the Only Begotten of the Father--That by Him, and through Him, and of Him, the worlds are and were created, and the inhabitants thereof are begotten sons and daughters unto God!
We believe in God the Eternal Father and in His Son Jesus Christ and in the Holy Ghost!
Most of us have experienced the death of a loved one. We know the pain of separation. Death can be bitter or sweet for either ourselves or our loved ones depending upon the way in which we have followed and actually come to know our Saviour Jesus Christ. Of course we mourn when a loved one passes on, but I believe that mourning is the highest compliment we can pay to someone we have loved.
We all will die, but through Christ we will all live again! The last ordinance of the gospel in which we will participate will be that of the resurrection.
Gods gift to the world was JESUS CHRIST. It was He who suffered pain beyond description at Gesthemane, who sweat great drops of blood at every pore because of our sins. It was Our Saviour Jesus Christ who was spit upon, betrayed and reviled: upon whose Head was placed a crown of sharp thorns. It was Our Saviour who stumbling under its weight, carried His cross up Golgotha, there to be nailed to a tree. Large nails pierced His hands and feet and wrists.
There, a sword pierced his quivering side. On Calvary He finished his mortal work and now continues with His Eternal work on the other side of the veil. It was He who took up his body once again from the Aramatheans tomb. The stone was rolled away by angels and He rose from the dead on the third day, that first Holy Sabbath we now call the Lords Day.
During this Easter Season might all of us, as His disciples, always remember with reverence and gratitude Gods greatest gift, Him whose name we honor, cherish and bear. JESUS CHRIST!
AMEN!
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Sounds great to me.
Sounds great to me.
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absolutely i would love it but i have to cook sometime in there and that is goign to be hard lol
absolutely i would love it but i have to cook sometime in there and that is goign to be hard lol
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thank you and the same back at you, Brian!
Cat...Chris Tomlin has some great praise music!
good night and sleep tight, the Lord be by your side tonight!
a worship til Sunday thread would be fantastic! i am in!
i'll be in Lansing in the morning, but i will check in as soon as i get home!
Cat...Chris Tomlin has some great praise music!
good night and sleep tight, the Lord be by your side tonight!
a worship til Sunday thread would be fantastic! i am in!
i'll be in Lansing in the morning, but i will check in as soon as i get home!
Read below. This is what I got in an email today and the subject line was It's Friday but Sunday's coming.
A Must Read! Happy Good Friday
It's Friday! But Sunday's a Coming!
It's Friday. Jesus is arrested in the garden where He was praying. But Sunday's coming.
It's Friday. The disciples are hiding and Peter's denying that he knows the Lord. But Sunday's coming.
It's Friday. Jesus is standing before the high priest of Israel, silent as a lamb before the slaughter. But Sunday's coming.
It's Friday. Jesus is beaten, mocked, and spit upon. But Sunday's coming.
It's Friday. Those Roman soldiers are flogging our Lord with a leather scourge that has bits of bones and glass and metal, tearing at his flesh. But Sunday's coming.
It's Friday. The Son of man stands firm as they press the crown of thorns down into his brow. But Sunday's coming.
It's Friday. See Him walking to Calvary, the blood dripping from His body. See the cross crashing down on His back as He stumbles beneath the load. It's Friday; but Sunday's a coming.
It's Friday. See those Roman soldiers driving the nails into the feet and hands of my Lord. Hear my Jesus cry, "Father, forgive them." It's Friday; but Sunday's coming.
It's Friday. Jesus is hanging on the cross, bloody and dying. But Sunday's coming.
It's Friday. The sky grows dark, the earth begins to tremble, and He who knew no sin became sin for us. Holy God who will not abide with sin pours out His wrath on that perfect sacrificial lamb who cries out, "My God, My God. Why hast thou forsaken me?" What a horrible cry. But Sunday's coming.
It's Friday. And at the moment of Jesus' death, the veil of the Temple that separates sinful man from Holy God was torn from the top to the bottom because Sunday's coming.
It's Friday. Jesus is hanging on the cross, heaven is weeping and hell is partying. But that's because it's Friday, and they don't know it, but Sunday's a coming.
And on that horrible day 2000 years ago, Jesus the Christ, the Lord of glory, the only begotten Son of God, the only perfect man died on the cross of Calvary. Satan thought that he had won the victory. Surely he had destroyed the Son of God. Finally he had disproved the prophecy God had uttered in the Garden and the one who was to crush his head had been destroyed. But that was Friday.
Now it's Sunday. And just about dawn on that first day of the week, there was a great earthquake. But that wasn't the only thing that was shaking because now it's Sunday. And the angel of the Lord is coming down out of heaven and rolling the stone away from the door of the tomb. Yes, it's Sunday, and the angel of the Lord is sitting on that stone and the guards posted at the tomb to keep the body from disappearing were shaking in their boots because it's Sunday, and the lamb that was silent before the slaughter is now the resurrected lion from the tribe of Judah, for He is not here, the angel says. He is risen indeed.
It's Sunday, and the crucified/resurrected Christ has defeated death, hell, sin and the grave. It's Sunday. And now everything has changed. It's the age of grace, God's grace poured out on all who would look to that crucified lamb of Calvary. Grace freely given to all who would believe that Jesus Christ died on the cross of Calvary was buried and rose again. All because it's Sunday.
It's Friday! But Sunday's a Coming!
A Must Read! Happy Good Friday
It's Friday! But Sunday's a Coming!
It's Friday. Jesus is arrested in the garden where He was praying. But Sunday's coming.
It's Friday. The disciples are hiding and Peter's denying that he knows the Lord. But Sunday's coming.
It's Friday. Jesus is standing before the high priest of Israel, silent as a lamb before the slaughter. But Sunday's coming.
It's Friday. Jesus is beaten, mocked, and spit upon. But Sunday's coming.
It's Friday. Those Roman soldiers are flogging our Lord with a leather scourge that has bits of bones and glass and metal, tearing at his flesh. But Sunday's coming.
It's Friday. The Son of man stands firm as they press the crown of thorns down into his brow. But Sunday's coming.
It's Friday. See Him walking to Calvary, the blood dripping from His body. See the cross crashing down on His back as He stumbles beneath the load. It's Friday; but Sunday's a coming.
It's Friday. See those Roman soldiers driving the nails into the feet and hands of my Lord. Hear my Jesus cry, "Father, forgive them." It's Friday; but Sunday's coming.
It's Friday. Jesus is hanging on the cross, bloody and dying. But Sunday's coming.
It's Friday. The sky grows dark, the earth begins to tremble, and He who knew no sin became sin for us. Holy God who will not abide with sin pours out His wrath on that perfect sacrificial lamb who cries out, "My God, My God. Why hast thou forsaken me?" What a horrible cry. But Sunday's coming.
It's Friday. And at the moment of Jesus' death, the veil of the Temple that separates sinful man from Holy God was torn from the top to the bottom because Sunday's coming.
It's Friday. Jesus is hanging on the cross, heaven is weeping and hell is partying. But that's because it's Friday, and they don't know it, but Sunday's a coming.
And on that horrible day 2000 years ago, Jesus the Christ, the Lord of glory, the only begotten Son of God, the only perfect man died on the cross of Calvary. Satan thought that he had won the victory. Surely he had destroyed the Son of God. Finally he had disproved the prophecy God had uttered in the Garden and the one who was to crush his head had been destroyed. But that was Friday.
Now it's Sunday. And just about dawn on that first day of the week, there was a great earthquake. But that wasn't the only thing that was shaking because now it's Sunday. And the angel of the Lord is coming down out of heaven and rolling the stone away from the door of the tomb. Yes, it's Sunday, and the angel of the Lord is sitting on that stone and the guards posted at the tomb to keep the body from disappearing were shaking in their boots because it's Sunday, and the lamb that was silent before the slaughter is now the resurrected lion from the tribe of Judah, for He is not here, the angel says. He is risen indeed.
It's Sunday, and the crucified/resurrected Christ has defeated death, hell, sin and the grave. It's Sunday. And now everything has changed. It's the age of grace, God's grace poured out on all who would look to that crucified lamb of Calvary. Grace freely given to all who would believe that Jesus Christ died on the cross of Calvary was buried and rose again. All because it's Sunday.
It's Friday! But Sunday's a Coming!
Me too. Thank you all so much!
I, too, need to head to bed. God bless you all, my friends!
I, too, need to head to bed. God bless you all, my friends!
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