What the Bible says about Jesus

The True Light "In him, (the Lord Jesus) was life, and that life was the light of men. The light shines in the darkness, but the darkness has not understood it. The true light that gives light to every man was coming into the world,…the world didn’t recognize him." John 1:4,9.
The Good Seed and the Weeds The kingdom of heaven is like a man who sowed good seeds in his field. But while everyone was sleeping, his enemy came and sowed weeds among the wheat and went away. Matthew 13:24,25.

Wednesday, July 28, 2021

A Battered Reed and a Smoldering Wick

 Written and published by Jean-Louis Mondon


"A BATTERED REED HE WILL NOT BREAK OFF, AND A SMOLDERING WICK HE WILL NOT PUT OUT, UNTIL HE LEADS JUSTICE TO VICTORY. Isaiah 42:3 and Matthew 12:20.

This scripture is very dear to me.

It reminds me of an experience that happened some years ago around 1995. A neighbor used to come to my house about once a week to ask for prayer and encouragement.

She had a very traumatic childhood, rape by a step father, didn´t know how to read or write, had gained a lot of weight, didn´t do well at school, (she was in her mid-twenties) when I knew her.

She was a poor afflicted soul, who was on medication for a number of ailments and chronic depression. But she was sweet tender soul who loved the Lord and grateful in spite of all her life of suffering. She was also married to a wonderful, good husband who loved the Lord and loved her and took good care of her and their children.

One morning she came to talk as was her custom. After a chat, I wanted to pray.

You know by now that I am not a prophet, nor claim to be. At some rare times during my life the Lord in his mercy has seen it fit to show me some things, mostly for the benefit of others, insights for understanding and direction and at times to simply help or warn me or others of a dangerous, even life threatening situation.

So as I was praying and asking the Lord to show me in his Word how to minister and comfort her , suddenly I saw in my mind´s eye a candle barely burning about to be snuffed out by the movement of the air around it. I felt bad, but waited in silence to see what would happen next. Then, a hand came into view in front of the candle with a glass chimney for an old fashioned querosene lamp and protected the weak flame from being extinguished.

Then I knew what to pray. Of course the verse above came back to me and I described the scene to her explaining that the Lord was going to keep her from getting worse, that he loved her and protected her and gave her the verse. After the prayer, her whole countenance had changed, her smile came back and her face was glowing.

 

This picture is very similar to the holder that I gave my friend

I got up and found in the kitchen closet a small wooden frame with a mirror and a holder for a candle with a mirror and of course a chimney just as I had seen.

To help her remember this divine encounter, I gave her the candle holder and the verse on a piece of paper with the date, which she put on the wall of her living room as a reminder of God´s faithfulness and blessing.

Then, as a practical illustration and memory exercize, we reenacted the scene. She lit the candle and blew on it up to the point of almost extinguishing it and then she was so happy to place the protective chimney to illustrate the verse. What a lesson it was for all of us.

Those are a bit like the altars that the patriachs of old erected in the desert as a remembrance of the goodness and the mercy of God. They might differ in intensity and depth of meaning, but because they are personal and speak to us of our Father´s deep commitment and involvement with His suffering children, they are important and precious to us.

Something wonderful happened to her. From that day on, she got much better, happier, her condition improved in all areas of her life. She became more confident, registered with a free reading program with a one on one tutor. Her goal was to be able to read the Bible.

One day, two years later, during a visit since I had moved, she announced that she had gotten her diploma and was proud to be able to show me that she could finally read the Word. What a joy and burst of thankgiving that was as we praised the Lord loudly with tears of joy.

God is faithful and will do what he has declared and his Word will not return void but accomplish what he has sent it to do. Amen.

If you feel a green light from the Lord, you can use this story for the benefit of and encouragement to your readers without mentioning my name.

I love to recount stories like this one, tangible exemples of the Lord´s tender loving kindness toward us his children.



Thursday, June 24, 2021

The Personal Experience of a Young Christian -- Testimony

Written and published by Jean-Louis Mondon 

I would like to share with you a personal experience I had with the Lord right after my spiritual new birth which taught me 4 basic principles which served to strengthen and sustain my faith. In his goodness and grace, the Lord demonstrated his care and loving-kindness to me by giving me what I call a shot of colostrum in my first steps as a baby Christian along with the spiritual milk of his word. He was preparing me for the weaning that happens as a natural stage in the baby´s growth and the long walk through the desert that was awaiting me. 

These principles are: 

1. We might be doing a good, spiritual, church related activity or service, but actually Jesus-Christ our head may have something different and better that he wants us to do, that is his will for us at the present time, no matter what the circumstances look like to our human eyes. 

2. Listen to the inner guiding voice of the Holy Spirit in you. With time you will recognize it just like you are able to recognize the particular tone of voice of your loved ones. 

3.Do not be ashamed of your Lord and Savior Jesus-Christ. 

4. The Bible is the true word of God. You can trust it as God will speak to you through its pages with the illumination of the Holy Spirit. 

Just a few months after I was born again, twenty-two years old at the time, I had been going to a Baptist church and joined the choir as people encouraged me to participate in activities. I was giving my testimony on a Christian radio show, enjoyed reading and learning from the Bible, going to church and being fed by My Father´s providential hand. I had the same exhilarated feeling as when I first put my foot on the US soil just to celebrate my first Christmas with my American sponsor´s family, that of an immigrant who is starting a new life in the land of freedom where nobody knows or cares about your past and where you can look forward to a new exciting life full of opportunities. 

One Thursday afternoon as I was walking to the church for choir rehearsal, I felt an inner voice telling me to turn around and go to the bar in a seedy part of town where I had been drinking a few weeks ago with a friend of mine before I became a believer. This thought left me confused as I stopped in my track not understanding what was happening. I had barely started reading the New Testament, was not aware of the Holy Spirit as a teacher, a guide and all of his ministry in the believer´s life. I was afraid of being late and went on a few more steps when the impression got stronger. I thought it strange and a temptation to prevent and side track me from doing my service to my new found God.

So, I went on until the third prompting was so intensely felt that I just had to turn around and walk back to the bar. There, as I sat on a bar stool and ordered a drink, the man next to me with the imposing physique of a huge football player asked me in a “basso profundo” booming voice: 

“Who, are, you? “ 

 Who wouldn´t be intimidated? I certainly was. So with my best French accent, I recited my resume, name, birth place and other data that we usually give total strangers when we are introduced. 

This went on for a while as the man kept repeating the same question and didn´t seem to be satisfied with my adding each time true, factual answers about myself. But inside of me, my chest was heaving as I heard the soft small voice of God asking me the same question: "Who are you Jean-Louis? Are you going to properly identify yourself or are you ashamed of me?"

Bear in mind that I had not yet read the verse on Christ being ashamed of us if we are ashamed of Him. Mark 8:38: "If anyone is ashamed of me and my words in this adulterous and sinful generation, the Son of Man will be ashamed of him when he comes in his Father's glory with the holy angels.

So finally, unable to resist the pressure of the Spirit, I told the man: OK, let´s go sit down in a quiet corner so we can talk undistracted and I can tell you who I really am. The man replied: "well, that´s better” as if he knew something that escaped me and was setting me up for a strange encounter. 

Up to that day, I had been shielded, being around Christians and had never had to be in a confrontational situation as this. I proceeded to tell the man that I was a new born believer and shared with him my testimony of how God had brought me miraculously to the US and had changed my heart and my life.

He, in turn shared how he had turned his back on God and felt his life was a wreck without any hope of finding his way back to his relationship with Jesus. He had become a hopeless drunk. He even passed me a bad check in exchange for a few dollars so he could buy liquor.

After a long heart to heart conversation, I told him about the grace and mercy God and that if he had done it for me, he would do it for him also. All he had to do was to repent of his sins and ask forgiveness and God would accept him back into the relationship and help him to lead a victorious life. He was truly touched by my words and his countenance brightened up. He told me to wait for him and that he was going to bring me back a present to thank me. 

A few minutes later, he walks to the table with a big black bible and hands it to me as a gift for having taken the time to listen to his story and given him a ray of hope. 

 Conclusion: 

The following Sunday after church, my sponsor friend who had become my spiritual mother leading me to the Lord were eating in a restaurant. We were finishing our dessert and I thought it a propitious moment to show her my newly acquired bible and shared with her the surrounding events that led to the receiving this precious gift. As we leafed through the first pages containing the personal family information of the owner, she exclaimed: “the name of the owner is the same as the man´s sitting at a table not far from ours. I know that man”. 

Piqued with curiosity and a little overwhelmed by the strange sequence of fortuitous, incredible events happening in such a short time, I got up and introduced myself. As I was asking him if he recognized the bible, his face beamed with surprise mixed with emotional intensity as if he had recognized a long lost friend. He replied: “This Bible belongs to me and my family. We lost it 25 years ago.” I sat down to explain the amazing story of how it came in my possession. He listened carefully even more awestruck than I was as I related to him an outline of my spiritual journey and the details of my past week adventure in the spiritual realm and God´s providential instruction in leading the way and teaching me in a real and unmistakable manner. 

As I told him that I was happy to have found his bible and handing it to him, he graciously offered me to keep it as a token of God´s loving-kindness and care to all involved. He was obviously touched by this testimony of God´s acting on the behalf of his children. I leave it up to you to see the hand of God in all this and the resulting blessings in the lives on the ones involved. I am sure every one of us was changed in some way as I am certain that these encounters were the results of and answers to prayers. 

What happened to that big black Bible? I don´t know where it is right now or how God used it. I gave it to a friend in college as a witness and encouragement after telling him the wonderful story behind it. 

Personally, this experience served to establish in a very real and concrete way the foundations on which my faith is based and provided a pillar of remembrance for times of discouragement, weakness and doubts. 

Later on as I became more familiar with the Scriptures, I found passages and verses confirming my life experiences of the reality and truth of the revelation of a loving Father to his children. I can trust his word as the eternal, unchanging truth, a sure light guiding me on the way. I can trust the inner voice of the Spirit as the voice of my Shepherd because and when it aligns and concurs with his written word. 

 One of those verses is Isaiah 55:10-13. "As the rain and the snow come down from heaven, and do not return to it without watering the earth and making it bud and flourish, so that it yields seed for the sower and bread for the eater, 11 so is my word that goes out from my mouth: It will not return to me empty, but will accomplish what I desire and achieve the purpose for which I sent it. 12 You will go out in joy and be led forth in peace; the mountains and hills will burst into song before you, and all the trees of the field will clap their hands. 13 Instead of the thorn bush will grow the juniper, and instead of briers the myrtle will grow. This will be for the LORD’s renown, for an everlasting sign, that will endure forever.” 

 I thank and praise God my Father and the Lord Jesus-Christ for his mercy and his grace and his enduring loving kindness to us his children and the abundant blessings that he bestows on us every day without any merit on our part. Bless his holy Name forever.

Monday, May 10, 2021

A Home For Mo -- Rob Pomeroy

  
 
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My identical twin James and I were born in 2004, 10 weeks early. We are survivors of twin-to-twin transfusion syndrome. Because of this condition, I am profoundly disabled, quadriplegic with severe spastic cerebral palsy, epilepsy and profound learning difficulties. We live with our Mum & Dad in Chester in the UK.

I live with my family in a lovely home in Chester, England. As I’ve grown older, and needed more and more help, the house has become too small for me. Soon I will need two-to-one care, 24 hours a day. We need more space for my supplies, my equipment and my carers. And we need to keep the family together.

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We have a big problem. Any house I move to needs to be adapted for me. That can include:

- Widening doorways for my wheelchair
- Adding ceiling track hoists
- Creating ramped and level access
- Installing my specialised bath

Mum and Dad can’t adapt a house while I’m living there. They can’t afford to buy another house without selling the existing house. There aren’t many places suitable for me to move to while work is underway and my brother really doesn’t like to be away from me. Staying together is always the best option.

On top of that, moving house once is going to be hard enough (especially since James struggles with change), but moving twice - once into temporary accommodation and again into the finished house - is almost unthinkable. The best option by far is to make the new house ready while we’re still living in the old house. Then we move just once.

To do this is going to take a phenomenal amount of money. I feel very cheeky asking for help, but my Mum and Dad don't know how else we're going to do this: provide the home I need and keep the family together. That's the mission. And we need to do this, if possible, before James and I are 18, in September 2022.

Read more about my story and this Big Problem on the A Home for Mo website my dad made for me. Then come back here if you can help!

Thank you so much,

Mo "Mr Gorgeous" Pomeroy

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