One World One Voice

Return of The King

noreply@blogger.com (Holiday Spirit) — Thu, 06 Dec 2012 05:42:00 +0000

You are in your car driving home. Thoughts wander to the game you want to see or meal you want to eat, when suddenly a sound unlike any you've ever heard fills the air. The sound is high above you. A trumpet? A choir? A choir of trumpets? You don't know, but you want to know.. So you pull over, get out of your car, and look up. As you do, you see you aren't the only curious one. The roadside has become a parking lot. Car doors are open, and people are staring at the sky. Shoppers are racing out of the grocery store. The Little League baseball game across the street has come to a halt. Players and parents are searching the clouds and what they see, and what you see, has never before been seen.
As if the sky were a curtain, the drapes of the atmosphere part. A brilliant light spills onto the earth. There are no shadows. None.
From every hue ever seen and a million more never seen. Riding on the flow is an endless fleet of angels. They pass through the curtains one myriad at a time, until they occupy every square inch of the sky.
North. South. East. West.

Thousands of silvery wings rise and fall in unison, and over the sound of the trumpets, you can hear the cherubim and seraphim chanting, Holy, holy, holy.. The final flank of angels is followed by twenty-four silver-bearded elders and a multitude of souls who join the angels in worship..

Suddenly, the heavens are quiet. All is quiet. The angels

turn, you turn, the entire world turns and there He is..... Jesus.

Through waves of light you see the silhouetted figure of Christ the King. He is atop a great stallion, and the stallion is atop a billowing cloud. He opens his mouth, and you are surrounded by his declaration:

I am the Alpha and the Omega.

The angels bow their heads... The elders remove their crowns... And before you is a Figure so consuming that you know, instantly you know: Nothing else matters.. forget stock markets and school reports.... sales meetings and football games. Nothing is newsworthy.. . All that mattered, matters no more... For Christ has come.

The Sacrifice of Love

noreply@blogger.com (Holiday Spirit) — Tue, 27 Nov 2012 16:12:00 +0000

In a school, there was a chaos every where, and the students didn't obey school rules and regulations. Then one day, a new teacher entered the school, he was baffled at the state of lawlessness in the school,

so, he decided on a plan and called all the students together.

"Now" the teacher began, "I want you all to set rules and the punishment anyone who breaks the rules will receive."

The students were happy, they set the rules and punishment for breaking it.

Surprisingly, all the students obeyed the rules until one day when a boy's lunch disappeared.

Investigations were carried out and they found out that it was one skinny boy called David in the class that ate the food,

As set by the students, the punishment the theft was twelve strokes of the cane,

ON THE BARE BACK!!!

The teacher ordered the boy to remove his jacket, when he did, everyone saw how skinny he was, the boy broke down in tears and cried, "please, forgive me, i'm from a poor home, i haven't eaten for three day now, i don't have parent, my guardian are poor! I'm sorry, i'm sorry please forgive me"

Everyone was sympathetic, but the rule had been broken, so the punishment needed to be meted out, so the teacher asked, "who will act as a substitute for him or should i go ahead and flog him.,

suddenly the boy whose food was eaten came and said he would act as a substitute and he was flogged..

Everyone was in tears, and the skinny boy came and thanked the big boy, "you helped me even though I stole from you, thanks"

MORAL LESSON:

Do you know that Jesus Christ is our substitute every time we sin?

He came and took all our punishment, Bible said that the chastisement of our peace was upon Him.

Have you thanked Him,

Just as the skinny boy thanked the big boy?

If not then what are you waiting for?

Thank you Lord!!!

Take My Son

noreply@blogger.com (Holiday Spirit) — Fri, 09 Nov 2012 19:51:00 +0000

Take my Son.....

A wealthy man and his son loved to collect rare works of art. They had everything in their collection, from Picasso to Raphael. They would often sit together and admire the great works of art.

When the Vietnam conflict broke out, the son went to war. He was very courageous and died in battle while rescuing another soldier. The father was notified and grieved deeply for his only

son.

About a month later, just before Christmas,

There was a knock at the door. A young man stood at the door with a large package in his hands..

He said, 'Sir, you don't know me, but I am the soldier for whom your son gave his life. He saved many lives that day, and he was carrying me to safety when a bullet struck him in the heart and he died instantly... He often talked about you, and your love for art.' The young man held out this package. 'I know this isn't much. I'm not really a great artist, but I think your son would have wanted you to have this.'

The father

Opened the package. It was a portrait of his son, painted by the young man. He stared in awe at the way the soldier had captured the personality of his son in the painting. The father was so drawn to the eyes that his own eyes welled up with tears. He thanked the young man and offered to pay him for the picture.. 'Oh, no sir, I could never repay what your son did for me. It's a gift.'

The father hung the portrait over his mantle. Every time visitors came to his home he took them to see the portrait of his son before he showed them any of the other great works he had collected.

The man died a few months later. There was to be a great auction of his paintings. Many influential people gathered, excited over seeing the great paintings and having an opportunity to purchase one for their collection.

On the platform sat the painting of the son. The auctioneer pounded his gavel. 'We will start the bidding with this picture of the son. Who will bid for this picture?'

There was silence...

Then a voice in the back of the room shouted, 'We want to see the famous paintings. Skip this one.'

But the auctioneer persisted. 'Will somebody bid for this painting? Who will start the bidding? $100, $200?'

Another voice angrily. 'We didn't come to see this painting. We came to see the Van Gogh's, the Rembrandt's Get on with the Real bids!'

But still the auctioneer continued. 'The son! The son! Who'll take the son?'

Finally, a voice came from the very back of the room. It was the longtime gardener of the man and his son. 'I'll give $10 for the painting...' Being a poor man, it was all he could afford.

'We have $10, who will bid $20?'

'Give it to him for $10. Let's see the masters.'

The crowd was becoming angry. They didn't want the picture of the son.

They wanted the more worthy investments for their collections.

The auctioneer pounded the gavel.. 'Going once, twice, SOLD for $10!'

A man sitting on the second row shouted, 'Now let's get on with the collection!'

The auctioneer laid down his gavel. 'I'm sorry, the auction is over.'

'What about the paintings?'

'I am sorry. When I was called to conduct this auction, I was told of a secret stipulation in the will... I was not allowed to reveal that stipulation until this time. Only the painting of the son would be auctioned. Whoever bought that painting would inherit the entire estate, including the paintings.

The man who took the son gets everything!

God gave His son over 2,000 years ago to die on the Cross. Much like the auctioneer, His message today is: 'The Son, the Son, who'll take the Son?'

Because, you see, whoever takes the Son gets everything!

FOR GOD SO LOVED THE WORLD HE GAVE HIS ONLY BEGOTTEN SON, WHO SO EVER BELIEVETH, SHALL HAVE ETERNAL LIFE...THAT'S LOVE.

Lunch with God

noreply@blogger.com (Holiday Spirit) — Thu, 08 Nov 2012 02:21:00 +0000

A little boy wanted to meet God. He knew it was a long trip to where God lived, so he packed his suitcase with a bag of potato chips and a six-pack of root beer and started his journey.

When he had gone about three blocks, he met an old man. He was sitting in the park, just staring at some pigeons. The boy sat down next to him and opened his suitcase. He was about to take a drink from his root beer when he noticed that the old man looked hungry, so he offered him some chips. He gratefully accepted it and smiled at him.

His smile was so pretty that the boy wanted to see it again, so he offered him a root beer. Again, he smiled at him. The boy was delighted!

They sat there all afternoon eating and smiling, but they never said a word.

As twilight approached, the boy realized how tired he was and he got up to leave; but before he had gone more than a few steps, he turned around, ran back to the old man, and gave him a hug. He gave him his biggest smile ever..

When the boy opened the door to his own house a short time later, his mother was surprised by the look of joy on his face. She asked him, "What did you do today that made you so happy?"

He replied, "I had lunch with God." But before his mother could respond, he added, "You know what? He's got the most beautiful smile I've ever seen!"

Meanwhile, the old man, also radiant with joy, returned to his home. His son was stunned by the look of peace on his face and he asked, "dad, what did you do today that made you so happy?"

He replied "I ate potato chips in the park with God." However, before his son responded, he added, "You know, he's much younger than I expected."

Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around. People come into our lives for a reason, a season, or a lifetime! Embrace all equally!

Have lunch with God.......bring chips.

The Voice is Gods and We are Wrong

noreply@blogger.com (Holiday Spirit) — Thu, 27 Sep 2012 21:21:00 +0000

So I found this blog just laying around on the web.

One world. One voice.

I see who ever worked on this Blog spent lots of time building Links and wrote lots of posts...
I promised my God and my Lord long ago that Id make a web page for him.

I just want to say.

I love you my brother. My lord (Christ loves you) and hatred is not the way. Killing yourself because some cleric says that's the way is insane.

Read ALL the Scripture you believe in and Pray to the LIVING God. He doesn't want any to destroy themselves and hurt others to further any worldly groups movement of this world.

This world is only a dream..... A test....

And how you treat your brother, no matter their beliefs, is more important and vital than proving any earth based groups or ideas is the ONLY WAY to enlightenment..

Peace and love... for all my brothers..