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Thursday, May 30, 2013

Our All in All


Christ is all and in all. Colossians 3:11 NKJV

 

Your bondages? Jesus breaks them.

 

 

Your enemies? Jesus conquers them.

 

 

Your diseases? Jesus heals them.

 

 

Your transgressions? Jesus removes them.

 

 

Your fears? Jesus overcomes them.

 

 

Your burdens? Jesus carries them.

 

 

Your sins? Jesus cleanses them.

 

 

Your storms? Jesus stills them.

 

 

Your sorrows? Jesus comforts them.

 

 

Your pains? Jesus soothes them.

 

 

Your worries? Jesus dispels them.

 

 

Your longings? Jesus fulfills them.

 

 

Your needs? Jesus meets them

 

 

Author - Roy Lessin




Our All in All


Christ is all and in all. Colossians 3:11 NKJV

 

Your bondages? Jesus breaks them.

 

 

Your enemies? Jesus conquers them.

 

 

Your diseases? Jesus heals them.

 

 

Your transgressions? Jesus removes them.

 

 

Your fears? Jesus overcomes them.

 

 

Your burdens? Jesus carries them.

 

 

Your sins? Jesus cleanses them.

 

 

Your storms? Jesus stills them.

 

 

Your sorrows? Jesus comforts them.

 

 

Your pains? Jesus soothes them.

 

 

Your worries? Jesus dispels them.

 

 

Your longings? Jesus fulfills them.

 

 

Your needs? Jesus meets them

 

 

Author - Roy Lessin





Saturday, May 25, 2013

Dr. Ida Scudder of Vellore - Missionary & Founder of CMC Hospital


 

Ida Scudder vowed that she would never go back to India as a missionary like her  parents and grandparents!

 

She was attending college in America when she got word from her father, who was serving as a doctor in India, that her mother was unwell. Ida had been born in India on December 9, 1870, and lived there until about age five. Her parents had brought her back to the United States to finish her education and then left her there when they returned to India.

 

Ida was happy. She did not wish to return to India.

 

 She wanted to get married and have a nice home and all the things that other girls in America had.

 

 

 In India, she had seen too many starving and sick people.

 The misery was more that she wanted to think about. She told her college friends that as soon as her mother was well, she would return to America. She went to India, and was helping her father and mother at a mission bungalow in 1892.

 

 On one night, God changed her mind about being a medical missionary in India.

 This story is incredible and shows how Ida received her extraordinary call to serve helpless women in India for the rest of her life.

 

She had been sitting in her room reading, when a high-caste Brahmin stepped onto their veranda. His young wife, only fourteen, was in labour and having a terrible struggle to stay alive. He begged Ida to come and help him. The barber women – India's midwives – had done as much as they could. Without more help, his wife would die.

 

Ida replied that she knew nothing about childbirth. She told him that her father was a doctor and as soon as he returned home, she would bring him to help. The Brahmin replied that that would not be possible. No foreign man had ever entered the house. His wife would just have to die if Ida could not help her. Ida told him she was sorry, but could do nothing. She went back to reading her book.

 

In a little while, she heard footsteps on her veranda again.

 

She thought maybe the Brahmin had come back, but no, it was a Mohammedan.

"Please," he pleaded with her, "come help my wife."

 

 She was dying in labour. Ida's father, Dr. John Scudder, had returned home by then. He offered to go, but the Mohammedan refused. No man outside of his family had ever looked on his wife's face. Ida and her father offered to go and help as best as they could, but the Mohammedan refused.

 

Ida returned to her room, but was restless and could not read her book.

In only a little while, she heard footsteps for the third time. This time the man was a high-caste Hindu, and he also had a young wife that was dying in labour.

 

 

Would Ida Please Come?

 

Only a woman may look on his wife. Ida could only reply as she had to the others.

Without her father's help she could do nothing.

 

Ida was restless all night and could not sleep.

 

 She spent the entire time in anguish and prayer. She did not want to work in India. She wanted the good life with her friends in America.

But she could not stand the thought of all of the young women who would die without help.

 

She prayed for guidance.

 

 Later she wrote,

 

"I think that was the first time I ever met God face to face, and all that time it seemed that He was calling me into this work. Early in the morning I heard the "tom-tom" beating in the village and it struck terror in my heart, for it was a death message. I sent our servant, who had come up early, to the village to find out the fate of these three women, and he came back saying that all of them had died during the night . . . Again I shut myself in my room and thought very seriously about the condition of the Indian women and, after much thought and prayer, I went to my father and mother and told them that I must go home and study medicine, and come back to India to help such women."

 

Ida did give up all thoughts of marriage. She went back to the United States and studied medicine at Cornell Medical College in New York City. She graduated in 1899 as part of the first class at that school that accepted women as medical students.

 

 

Ida returned to India in 1900. She was a well-trained doctor, and she had in hand a gift of $10,000 from Mr. Schell, a Manhattan banker, to build a hospital.

The mission leaders had told her to raise the money before she left.

 

She knew that she would be leaving in only a week, but trusted God. He did indeed perform a miracle for the mission.

The head of a missionary society had given Ida Mr. Schell's name and asked her to call on him.

 

Mr. Schell was known as a tightwad, but Ida was hopeful for at least a $500 donation. Ida did not know that Mr. Schell had heard about the work in India and was willing to help.

He wrote a check for $10,000 and gave it to her and asked only that the hospital be named after his wife, Mary Taber Schell.

 

Ida was ecstatic.

 

She returned to India and eventually founded not only the hospital  (built in 1902), but also a medical school at Vellore, 75 miles from Madras, to train other nurses and doctors.

The need in India was great.

 

 

(Vellore CMC)

 

In 1900 there was only one trained doctor for every 10,000 people.

 

 She was a third generation medical missionary.

The tradition in their family continues to this day even to a fifth generation.

 

 

Ida Knew the Calling and Nothing Stopped her in pursuing her Call....

Are we ready to Go the Extra Mile?

 




Monday, May 20, 2013

Toons to Edify



Toons to Edify……….

 

 

Don't doubt your Forgiveness after U have sought the Lord diligently…it will slow you down

 

 

Don't give-up.. the Lord supplies His Abundant strength to fight out every temptation….

 

 

Guard your Faith……. A Mustard seed faith will do a world of good…

 

 

 

Thank Him for His Mercy and Grace that sustains us every morning and evening….

 

 

Come out of your shackles completely…. Cut off your old address….

 

 

Box your Fear with your Fist of Hope…..

 

 

 

Faith is the Telescope that confirms our identity and eternity in Christ

 

 

Mike Waters

 

www.joyfultoons.com



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Saturday, May 18, 2013

He Hears Your Prayers

So the sisters sent word to Jesus, "Lord, the one you love is sick."

John 11:3 NIV

John records,

'...Mary and Martha sent someone to tell Jesus, Lord, the one you love is sick.' (NCV) Someone went to Jesus on behalf of Lazarus and because they went, Jesus responded.

The healing didn't take place for several days, but it was set in motion the moment the Lord was called on.

Have you ever wondered where your prayers go?

When he opened the seventh seal, there was silence in heaven for about half an hour.And I saw the seven angels who stand before God, and seven trumpets were given to them.Another angel, who had a golden censer, came and stood at the altar. He was given much incense to offer, with the prayers of all God's people, on the golden altar in front of the throne. The smoke of the incense, together with the prayers of God's people, went up before God from the angel's hand.

 (Revelation 8:1-4 NCV)

Why was there silence in Heaven?

 Because someone was praying! Heaven pauses to hear the prayers of someone like you. The prayers of all God's...people...went up...to God. Isn't that awesome! Your words don't stop until they reach the heart of God, so keep praying.

Notice, the friend who went to Jesus on behalf of Lazarus said,

'Lord, the one you love is sick.' He didn't base his appeal on the imperfect love of the one in need, but on the perfect love of Jesus.

He didn't say, 'The one who loves you is sick.' He said, 'The one you love is sick.' That's different.

The power of prayer doesn't depend on the virtue of the one who prays, but on the unchanging love of the one who hears.

Aren't you glad? You may be deeply flawed, you may not understand the mystery of prayer, but this much is clear: action begins in Heaven when someone on earth prays.

 

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Monday, May 13, 2013

Just Call Upon Him

- Unknown Author



The boy walked along the ocean shore . . . trying not to stray.

He looked up to his father saying, "Dad, I want to play."



His father looked upon him, with love showing in his eyes.


"Do what you want to, my son . . . but do not leave my side."

"I would never leave you Daddy, I love you way too much."  But the boy took a step away, out of his father's range of touch.

 

He walked through the surf, the waves tickling one toe.

"If I take one more step in . . ." he thought, "Father will never know."

 


His father called out to him, "Son, to me remain true!"

The boy thought with glee . . . "At the moment I don't need you!"

His father felt a sadness, but he held his tongue. Sometimes lessons need to be learned . . . even when so young.

The boy stepped out a little further . . . the water covering his waist.

His father spoke with urgency . . . his father spoke with haste.

"My son, come back to me," he said, "The day is almost done!"  "Not yet, Dad," the boy yelled, "I'm having too much fun!"

But the boy did not have his father's insight so he could not yet tell, The tide was coming in fast . . . there would be no time to yell.

"Father!" he tried to scream, as the water covered his head.

"I need you now, Daddy!" was what the boy had said.

And in a single instant his father was by his side.

"I thought you left me, Daddy . . . I thought you went to hide."



The father looked upon his son . . . a tear streaming down his cheek. The boy looked upon his father . . . and cried the sobs of the meek.

"I would never leave you son . . . for I love you just the same."

"I was only waiting . . . for you to call upon my name."



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