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<p style="text-align: center;" align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 24pt; font-family: &quot;Apple Chancery&quot;;">Angels We Have Heard on High</span></strong></p>
<p style="text-align: center;" align="center">&nbsp;</p>
<p style="text-align: center;" align="center"><em><span style="font-size: 120%;">Angels we have heard on high, Sweetly singing o&rsquo;er the plains,<br /> And the mountains in reply, Echoing their joyous strains.</span></em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;" align="center"><em><span style="font-size: 120%;">Shepherds, why this jubilee? Why your joyous strains prolong?<br /> What the gladsome tidings be, Which inspire your heavenly song?</span></em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;" align="center"><em><span style="font-size: 120%;">Come to Bethlehem and see, Christ Whose birth the angels sing;<br /> Come, adore on bended knee, Christ the Lord, the newborn King.</span></em></p>
<p class="chorus" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><em><span style="font-size: 120%;">See Him in a manger laid, Whom the choirs of angels praise;<br /> Mary, Joseph, lend your aid, While our hearts in love we raise.</span></em></p>
<p style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: center;" align="center"><em><span style="font-size: 120%;">Gloria, in excelsis Deo! </span></em></p>
<p style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: center;" align="center"><em><span style="font-size: 120%;">Gloria, in excelsis Deo!</span></em></p>
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<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;">&nbsp;</p>
<p style="margin-left: 1.5in; text-align: right; text-indent: 0.5in;" align="right"><span style="font-size: 110%;"><em>&ldquo;And without controversy great is the mystery of godliness: God was manifest in the flesh, justified in the Spirit, seen of angels, preached unto the Gentiles, believed on in the world, received up into glory.&rdquo;</em></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;" align="center">&nbsp;</p>
<p style="text-align: right; text-indent: 0.5in;" align="right"><span style="font-size: 110%;">1 Timothy 3:16</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;">&nbsp;</p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;">All scriptures quoted are from the King James Version or <em>The Message</em>.</p>
<p style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;" align="center"><span style="font-size: 72pt; font-family: &quot;Apple Chancery&quot;;">1</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">One fine day, sometime after the creative days had ended, <a href="http://www.angelfocus.com/archangels.htm#Michael"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;">Michael</span></a>, <a href="http://www.angelfocus.com/archangels.htm#Raphael"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;">Raphael, </span></a><a href="http://www.angelfocus.com/archangels.htm#Gabriel"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;">Gabriel, </span></a><a href="http://www.angelfocus.com/archangels.htm#Uriel"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;">Uriel, </span></a><a href="http://www.angelfocus.com/archangels.htm#Chamuel"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;">Chamuel,</span></a> <a href="http://www.angelfocus.com/archangels.htm#Jophiel"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;">Jophiel</span></a> and <a href="http://www.angelfocus.com/archangels.htm#Raguel"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;">Raguel</span></a>, the Archangels of heaven, gathered around the pinnacle of a high mountain and became deeply engaged in conversation.</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">&ldquo;So, what did you think of the news?&rdquo;</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">&ldquo;Incredible!&rdquo;</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">&ldquo;I am astonished! What greater display of power and genius could possibly surpass the creation of the universe?&rdquo;</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">&ldquo;True. We were like the morning stars singing and shouting together!&rdquo;</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">&ldquo;And why not? The sun, moon and stars! Just like that, he spoke them into existence!&rdquo;</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">&ldquo;Majestic mountains like this!&rdquo;</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">&ldquo;I love the crashing waves of the oceans best.&rdquo;</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">&ldquo;But the magnificent canyons! Breathtaking!&rdquo;</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">&ldquo;You are forgetting about the mighty waterfalls! Why, their noise equals the sounds of thunder&mdash;which is amazing too. And the mist settles down so peacefully.&rdquo;</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">&ldquo;My brothers. Don&rsquo;t you find the long grass of the plains stretching for miles and waving in the wind the most peaceful? I could spend millenniums there, just drinking it all in.&rdquo;</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">&ldquo;I am sorry, but the life forms fascinate me the most. The gazelle, the cheetah, the horses!&rdquo;</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">&ldquo;The peacock! The eagle!&rdquo;</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">&ldquo;Not to mention the mosquito and the fly!&rdquo;</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Laughter.</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">&ldquo;Surely, all of you jest. Nothing you have cited in all of our Lord&rsquo;s creation exceeds humankind. How deeply he condescended. How tenderly he sculpted out the features. And I held my breath when he breathed into him the breath of life.&rdquo;</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">&ldquo;The very first living soul!&rdquo;</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">&ldquo;Yes, Michael, that was the crowning achievement. But, we can be grateful for at least one thing.&rdquo;</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">&ldquo;What is that, Raphael?&rdquo;</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">&ldquo;He created man a little lower than the angels!&rdquo;</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Again, they all broke out into laughter.</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">&ldquo;But we digress. What about the news? What did you think&hellip;?&rdquo;</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Just then a voice rang out, breaking in on their meeting. &ldquo;Michael! Gabriel!&rdquo;</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">&ldquo;We will finish this conversation later.&rdquo; </span></p>
</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;"><span style="font-size: 72pt; font-family: &quot;Apple Chancery&quot;;">2</span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;">
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">The Lord Most High inhabited an enormous throne, high and lifted up. Some might say he hovered over it and indeed, it was difficult to describe how he existed. All the angels knew that he had no certain dwelling place, that he was omnipresent. But, for their benefit, he assu</span><span style="font-size: 16pt;">med a localized presence, like a theophany, a form that took on many different appearances&mdash;indefinable, yet unmistakably God. His shekinah glory was a mesmerizing mixture of brilliant rays of light, swirling mists and shimmering clouds.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;">
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">The exquisite aroma of incense hung heavy in the atmosphere. In the background, a heavenly host gifted with beautiful voices sang anthems of adoration. Another corps of angels called the seraphs flew around the throne, engaged in their ceaseless work of praising and worshipping the Lord Most High.</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">&ldquo;Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lord of Hosts!&rdquo; one cried to the other. &ldquo;The whole earth is full of his glory!&rdquo; </span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Thousands of parading angels crowded the vast throne room. Coming and going; listening and responding; singing and worshipping; dispatched and debriefed, it was a beehive of activity. They were kept continuously occupied by the wishes and instructions of the occupant of the throne, watching over children, comforting widows, delivering messages, interpreting dreams, entering into the mysterious realms of dreams and visions to give guidance and encouragement to humans, and executing judgment. </span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">With the greatest of reverence, the summoned angels entered into the courtroom and bowed down. </span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">&ldquo;Michael, Gabriel!&rdquo;</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">&ldquo;Yes, Most High God?&rdquo;</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">&ldquo;I&rsquo;ve been in an extended meeting with Abraham, my servant whom I called out of </span><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Ur</span><span style="font-size: 16pt;"> of the Chaldees. I am sending you on a very special mission into the wicked cities of the plains, </span><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Sodom</span><span style="font-size: 16pt;"> and </span><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Gomorrah</span><span style="font-size: 16pt;">.&rdquo;</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">&ldquo;But, Lord, have you not determined to rain down fire and brimstone on these cities. Their sin has long come up before you as a stench in your nostrils.&rdquo;</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">A hint of sadness fell across the face of God. &ldquo;I know.&rdquo; The Lord then raised his hand. &ldquo;Abraham&rsquo;s nephew </span><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Lot</span><span style="font-size: 16pt;"> sits in the city gate. For Abraham&rsquo;s sake, I want </span><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Lot</span><span style="font-size: 16pt;"> saved from the judgment&mdash;and, his wife and daughters. You will go and lead </span><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Lot</span><span style="font-size: 16pt;"> and his family out and spare them from the fire. You will be attacked. Use whatever power you must to handle the situation, but save </span><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Lot</span><span style="font-size: 16pt;"> alive.&rdquo;</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">The angels glanced at each other with puzzlement in their eyes.</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">&ldquo;I know what you&rsquo;re thinking. </span><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Lot</span><span style="font-size: 16pt;"> deserves the punishment because he rebelled against Abraham, his uncle, and chose to live in </span><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Sodom</span><span style="font-size: 16pt;"> and </span><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Gomorrah</span><span style="font-size: 16pt;">.&rdquo;</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">The Lord then leaned toward them and spoke firmly, yet softly. &ldquo;</span><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Lot</span><span style="font-size: 16pt;"> found grace in my eyes.&rdquo;</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">&ldquo;Like Noah?&rdquo;</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">&ldquo;Yes, like Noah.&rdquo;</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">&ldquo;We&rsquo;re on our way.&rdquo;</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Outside the gates, Gabriel whispered to Michael, &ldquo;I&rsquo;m afraid I don&rsquo;t understand that much about grace. Maybe we&rsquo;ll learn more about it some day.&rdquo;</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 16pt;">The mission did not transpire without a hitch. They arrived at </span><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Sodom</span><span style="font-size: 16pt;"> at sundown and met </span><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Lot</span><span style="font-size: 16pt;"> in the gates. The wickedness of the city was so great that the angels smote the men with blindness. Although they tried to rescue more of </span><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Lot</span><span style="font-size: 16pt;">&rsquo;s family, it was no use. The next morning, they had to physically drag </span><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Lot</span><span style="font-size: 16pt;">, his wife and his two daughters out of the city. &ldquo;This is the mercy of the Lord that we&rsquo;re doing this,&rdquo; Gabriel explained to them.</span><span style="font-size: 16pt;">At a safe distance away, they heard the explosions. An unbelievable firestorm fell on the cities, annihilating them in complete destruction. They felt the heat on their backs. </span><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Lot</span><span style="font-size: 16pt;"> and his daughters never looked back. His wife, however, her heart having become deeply rooted in </span><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Sodom</span><span style="font-size: 16pt;">, turned around to lament her loss. Instantly, she became a pillar of salt.</span><span style="font-size: 72pt;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;">
<p style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;" align="center">&nbsp;</p>
<p style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;" align="center"><span style="font-size: 72pt;">3</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Before the throne, Gabriel and Michael gave an account of their mission. &ldquo;We tried to save more, but they mocked us. And we regret what happened to </span><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Lot</span><span style="font-size: 16pt;">&rsquo;s wife.&rdquo;</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">The Lord spoke. &ldquo;Those who accept my mercy will be saved. Those who reject it choose their own fate. Well done.&rdquo;</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Later, the two angels were joined by the other archangels and shared with them the details of their mission. Raphael spoke up. &ldquo;</span><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Sodom</span><span style="font-size: 16pt;"> and </span><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Gomorrah</span><span style="font-size: 16pt;">? They were blights on God&rsquo;s creation. This is what I cannot understand about the news we were talking about earlier. Lucifer has so corrupted man that he is hopelessly lost in sin.&rdquo;</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">&ldquo;Lucifer!&rdquo; cried Jophiel. &ldquo;I shudder even at the mention of his name. I would never have imagined the depth of his rebellion against God. He has made it the whole purpose of his existence! He must be stopped.&rdquo;</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">&ldquo;In due time, Jophiel,&rdquo; said Gabriel. &ldquo;Our Master has a plan.&rdquo;</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">&ldquo;I have never seen the expression on the face of our Lord Most High as I did when he sent us to </span><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Sodom</span><span style="font-size: 16pt;"> and </span><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Gomorrah</span><span style="font-size: 16pt;">,&rdquo; said Michael. &ldquo;He said, &lsquo;</span><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Lot</span><span style="font-size: 16pt;"> found grace in my eyes&rsquo; so passionately that it made my heart leap.&rdquo;</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">&ldquo;I can&rsquo;t help it. I side with Jophiel on this,&rdquo; said Chamuel. &ldquo;This is a holy place and the Lord is holy to the utmost. I know he created man, but man fell from grace. How can our Lord Most High permit damaged goods to enter here?&rdquo;</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Gabriel smiled. &ldquo;That&rsquo;s the purpose of the news.&rdquo;</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">&ldquo;What? To bring man to heaven? No way!&rdquo;</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">&ldquo;Eventually. But, first, my brother archangel,&rdquo; Gabriel&rsquo;s eyes sparkled and he spoke dramatically, &ldquo;heaven is going down to man!&rdquo;</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">An inquisitive look came over Raguel. &ldquo;Well, we know that there is going to be a baby born in </span><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Bethlehem</span><span style="font-size: 16pt;">. The way I understand it, somehow the Lord Most High is going to manifest himself&#8230;in&hellip;<em>human</em> flesh&hellip;and&hellip;I still cannot bring myself to imagine it.&rdquo;</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">&ldquo;Imagine what?&rdquo; asked Michael. &ldquo;That God would become man?&rdquo;</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">&ldquo;Yes! That&rsquo;s precisely it! How could God who is infinitely greater than us so abase himself to become lower than us? How can God become man and still be God? It is totally unthinkable!&rdquo;</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Uriel broke his silence. &ldquo;But even before we consider that, how is it even possible? God and man? Why, they are total opposites. They can never go together. It&rsquo;s like fire and water, or darkness and light!&rdquo;</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">&ldquo;Uriel! I am surprised at you. Surely you remember that God plans to reverse the biological clock on Abraham and Sarah and give them their infant son, Isaac? Will that not be a miracle?&rdquo;</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Uriel rubbed his chin. &ldquo;Well, I suppose so. Plus, I&rsquo;m the one scheduled to grab Abraham&rsquo;s hand before he plunges the knife into Isaac&rsquo;s heart. Still&hellip;&rdquo;</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">&ldquo;Uriel, what do you believe about God? Do you believe that he is omnipotent? Omniscient? Infinite? Perfect? Absolute in all his attributes?&rdquo;</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">&ldquo;Of course, I believe that. And much more besides.&rdquo;</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">&ldquo;Well, what about his grace and mercy?&rdquo;</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">&ldquo;What do you mean?&rdquo;</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">&ldquo;Do you believe they are infinite as well?&rdquo;</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">&ldquo;Absolutely! But so is his righteousness!&rdquo;</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">&ldquo;So, then. Do we have a problem?&rdquo;</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Uriel thought about his next statement. &ldquo;<em>We</em> have a problem, but our Lord Most High is also the greatest problem-solver of all time and eternity. He will find a way.&rdquo;</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">&ldquo;Right,&rdquo; said Gabriel. &ldquo;He will find a way. Do not doubt. After all, if he did not possess some mysterious qualities about him, he wouldn&rsquo;t be God, would he?&rdquo;</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 16pt;"> &ldquo;In the meantime,&rdquo; said Michael, &ldquo;we have work to do!&rdquo;</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 16pt;"> Some worker angels had to build a ladder that reached from earth to heaven so that a few thousand more angels could be orchestrated to ascend and descend on it. There was a burning bush to prepare, a pillar of fire to ignite, a pillar of cloud to put together, guidance angels to lead </span><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Israel</span><span style="font-size: 16pt;">, and then an angel to deal with that crazy prophet named Balaam. On and on the assignments went. Gideon&rsquo;s call, Samson&rsquo;s mother, Elijah&rsquo;s meal, thousands of angels had to be outfitted with chariots in array against the enemies of </span><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Israel</span><span style="font-size: 16pt;">, plus so many more things on God&rsquo;s agenda. </span></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size: 72pt;">4</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 16pt;"> </span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">The centuries slipped by. </span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">The angels were so busy that they didn&rsquo;t notice the changes that were taking place on earth. But the infinite mind of God saw every detail. He took note of the Pax Romana of the </span><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Roman Empire</span><span style="font-size: 16pt;"> where, under the reign of Caesar Augustus, the world was absent of any major wars. He saw </span><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Rome</span><span style="font-size: 16pt;">&rsquo;s currency, the danarius, become standard, the Greek language spread across the empire so that it was either spoken or understood by everyone. He saw the vast transportation system build by Roman engineers that enabled travel across the known world. The fullness of time was rapidly approaching.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 16pt;"> One day, the archangels were gathered around the city gates telling of their escapades and haggling over their viewpoints when the familiar voice thundered out. </span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">&ldquo;Gabriel!&rdquo;</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 16pt;"> The others gave him quizzical looks. &ldquo;Do you think it&rsquo;s about the news?&rdquo;</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 16pt;"> &ldquo;Be patient,&rdquo; Gabriel cautioned them. &ldquo;I&rsquo;ll let you know. I always do.&rdquo;</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 16pt;"> With that, he left. As he entered the throne room, Gabriel sensed something different. The choir was more beautiful. The seraphs cried with greater expression. The brilliance of the throne seemed bathed in brighter rays than ever before. Somehow, Gabriel knew that the moment of destiny had arrived, and he felt thrilled that he was going to have a part to play in it.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 16pt;"> &ldquo;Yes, Lord Most High?&rdquo;</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">&ldquo;The time has come.&rdquo;</span></p>
<p style="margin-left: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">&ldquo;I am here to do your bidding.&rdquo;</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">&ldquo;Listen carefully. There is a maiden, a virgin by the name of Mary, who lives in a city of </span><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Galilee</span><span style="font-size: 16pt;"> called </span><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Nazareth</span><span style="font-size: 16pt;">. She is a specially prepared vessel for me, but she has no knowledge of what is about to happen to her. You are going to inform her of her role&rdquo;</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">&ldquo;If I may ask, Lord Most High, what will she do?&rdquo;</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">&ldquo;She is going to be the mother of a special baby, the Christ child. Come closer. Here is the plan.&rdquo; </span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Barely able to contain his excitement, the Great I Am, The God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob, The Lord of Hosts, the Almighty, shared with his archangel the drama of redemption that was about to unfold.</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">&ldquo;And, Gabriel. Not a word to your brethren. There will be time.&rdquo;</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">&ldquo;Yes, my Lord Most High. Not a word.&rdquo; </span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">On his way out, Gabriel avoided the inquiring glances of the other angels. He would explain later.</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Years later, Luke penned these words, according to the New Living text:</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><em></em></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><em><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Georgia;">&ldquo;God sent the angel Gabriel to Nazareth, a village in Galilee, to a virgin named Mary. She was engaged to be married to a man named Joseph, a descendant of King David. Gabriel appeared to her and said, &ldquo;Greetings, favored woman! The Lord is with you!</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 16pt;">﻿</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Georgia;">&rdquo;</span></em></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><em><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Georgia;">Confused and disturbed, Mary tried to think what the angel could mean. </span></em></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.25in;"><em><sup><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Georgia;"> </span></sup></em><em><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Georgia;">&ldquo;Don&rsquo;t be afraid, Mary,&rdquo; the angel told her, &ldquo;for you have found favor with God!You will conceive and give birth to a son, and you will name him Jesus. He will be very great and will be called the Son of the Most High. The Lord God will give him the throne of his ancestor David. And he will reign over </span></em><em><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Georgia;">Israel</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Georgia;"> forever; his Kingdom will never end!&rdquo;</span></em></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><em><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Georgia;">Mary asked the angel, &ldquo;But how can this happen? I am a virgin.&rdquo;</span></em></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><em><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Georgia;">The angel replied, &ldquo;The Holy Spirit will come upon you, and the power of the Most High will overshadow you. So the baby to be born will be holy, and he will be called the Son of God. What&rsquo;s more, your relative </span></em><em><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Georgia;">Elizabeth</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Georgia;"> has become pregnant in her old age! People used to say she was barren, but she&rsquo;s now in her sixth month. For nothing is impossible with God.&rdquo;</span></em></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><em><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Georgia;">Mary responded, &ldquo;I am the Lord&rsquo;s servant. May everything you have said about me come true.&rdquo; And then the angel left her.</span></em></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">The months passed. Heaven buzzed with excitement, now fully apprised of the plans of God. Some of the archangels wished for different circumstances of birth, like an ivory palace with marble columns, and furniture made of gold. At the very least, they thought the innkeeper could have given them a room. But, they tried to understand the purpose of </span><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Bethlehem</span><span style="font-size: 16pt;"> and the incarnation. The Lord Most High always knew best.</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Peering from behind clouds, the angels watched the caravan slowly make its way from </span><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Nazareth</span><span style="font-size: 16pt;"> to </span><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Bethlehem</span><span style="font-size: 16pt;">. Mary held tightly to the beast of burden with one hand and to her swollen stomach with the other. An encourager angel ran up to Gabriel to voice his concern. &ldquo;Mary is in so much pain. Can&rsquo;t we go down and ease the journey for her on the back of that donkey?&rdquo;</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Gabriel shook his head. &ldquo;This is the way it has to be. He told me it had to be an authentic experience in every possible way.&rdquo;</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">&ldquo;But he didn&rsquo;t have to become human to know what it was like to be human, did he?&rdquo;</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Gabriel&rsquo;s eyes burned holes in the angel&rsquo;s heart. &ldquo;This is only his birth. You have much more to see than this. It is not for the faint of heart. Now, make sure the choir is ready for the shepherds.&rdquo;</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">&ldquo;Yes, Sir.&rdquo;</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 72pt;">5</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;">
<p style="text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">&nbsp;</p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Gabriel had a greater concern. He had to grow accustomed to the fact that the headquarters of the Godhead had changed. He knew that the substance of the divine nature was eternal and that God was everywhere present at the same time, but as far back as he could remember, heaven had been his throne and earth his footstool. Now, something profoundly different had taken place and he wasn&rsquo;t quite sure how to deal with it. His thoughts ran wild. &ldquo;Who will be in charge of heaven? Will we be able to see him? Will we recognize him in human form?&rdquo; Immediately, he felt foolish. &ldquo;His manifestation may change, but he will always be the same.&rdquo; </span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">&ldquo;Oh, Mary, Mary&rdquo;, he breathed to himself. &ldquo;Do you have any idea who is growing in your womb? The one I call the Lord Most High is about to be your infant son.&rdquo; </span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">For those used to the time table of eternity, events happened fast. Arrive in </span><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Bethlehem</span><span style="font-size: 16pt;">. Search for a room. Settle down in an animal stable. </span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">And then, the greatest moment in both human and divine history happened in the most unlikely of places, to the most unlikely of people.</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: left;"><em><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Georgia;">&ldquo;And so it was, that, while they were there, the days were accomplished that she should be delivered. <sup>7</sup> And she brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger; because there was no room for them in the inn.&rdquo; </span></em></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">&ldquo;You deserved so much more,&rdquo; Gabriel thought as he sped toward the fields where the shepherds watched their flocks by night. He saw them gathered together, warding off the evening chill. &ldquo;I hope these poor shepherds will recognize the significance of what has happened tonight.&rdquo;</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: left;"><em><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Georgia;">&ldquo;Suddenly, God&rsquo;s angel stood among them and God&rsquo;s glory blazed around them. They were terrified. The angel said, &ldquo;Don&rsquo;t be afraid. I&rsquo;m here to announce a great and joyful event that is meant for everybody, worldwide: A Savior has just been born in David&rsquo;s town, a Savior who is Messiah and Master. This is what you&rsquo;re to look for: a baby wrapped in a blanket and lying in a manger.&rdquo; </span></em></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Gabriel looked around for the angelic chorus. Right on cue. Never had he heard them sound more&hellip;well, angelic&hellip; than this holy night. </span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: left;"><em><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Georgia;">&ldquo;Glory to God in the heavenly heights, Peace to all men and women on earth who please him.&rdquo;</span></em></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Then, as quickly as they came, the heavenly host vanished from the sky. The shepherds looked stunned. Out of their sight, Gabriel waited to see what would happen. He listened intently as they talked it over.</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: left;"><em><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Georgia;">&ldquo;Let&rsquo;s get over to </span></em><em><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Georgia;">Bethlehem</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Georgia;"> as fast as we can and see for ourselves what God has revealed to us.&rdquo; They left, running, and found Mary and Joseph, and the baby lying in the manger. Seeing was believing. They told everyone they met what the angels had said about this child. All who heard the shepherds were impressed.</span></em><span style="font-size: 16pt;"> </span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Gabriel smiled contentedly. </span><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Mission</span><span style="font-size: 16pt;"> accomplished. Oh, yes, there was more to do. They had a star to attend to, a security guard to detach to protect the Oriental magi, and the odious King Herod to deal with. Michael would take care of those details. Gabriel had one more specific thing to confirm. </span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: left;"><em><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Georgia;">And when eight days were accomplished for the circumcising of the child, his name was called JESUS, which was so named of the angel before he was conceived in the womb.</span></em></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;"> &ldquo;YES!&rdquo; Gabriel exclaimed as he took to the wind. &ldquo;They got the name right!&rdquo;</span></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 72pt;">6</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Thirty three and a half years passed. </span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">It was a strange time for the angels. Not only did they take their orders from the One High and Lifted Up, they ministered to him because of his human frailty. On the pinnacle of the temple, forty days of fasting and temptations by Satan left him weakened. Besides that, the routine tasks of angels, like missions and messages and humans to care for, kept them busy. But the archangels knew that a greater mission lay ahead. They also knew that, although they could help, this mission belonged to the Lord Most High alone. Often, they remonstrated with him, telling him that they would be willing to give themselves freely for him. To no avail. He and he alone was qualified to perform the mission. </span><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Bethlehem</span><span style="font-size: 16pt;"> was the beginning. Now the end was in sight. To this end was he born.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 16pt;"> Daniel, the prophet, had warned them that the Messiah would be cut off, but not for himself. It was a mission of grace. The time was nigh at hand. </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 16pt;"> The week of destiny began in </span><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Gethsemane</span><span style="font-size: 16pt;">. &ldquo;How quickly these humans age!&rdquo; the ministering angels thought as they drew close to the human form of Jesus. Under the severe strain of intercessory prayer, he grew weak again, sweating what seemed like great drops of blood. The angels rushed to his side and strengthened him. Now, refreshed and fully committed to his mission, he roused his disciples from their sleep and told them that the one who would betray him was near.</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><em><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Georgia;">The words were barely out of his mouth when Judas (the one from the Twelve) showed up, and with him a gang from the high priests and religious leaders brandishing swords and clubs. The betrayer had worked out a sign with them: &ldquo;The one I kiss, that&rsquo;s the one&mdash;seize him.&rdquo; He went straight to Jesus, greeted him, &ldquo;How are you, Rabbi?&rdquo; and kissed him.</span></em></p>
<p><em><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Georgia;">Jesus said, &ldquo;Friend, why this charade?&rdquo;</span></em></p>
<p><em><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Georgia;">Then they came on him&mdash;grabbed him and roughed him up. One of those with Jesus pulled his sword and, taking a swing at the Chief Priest&rsquo;s servant, cut off his ear.</span></em></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 16pt;"> Michael and Gabriel, their muscles tensed and ready, drew their own swords, awaiting only the command of the Lord Most High. </span></p>
<p><em><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Georgia;">Jesus said, &ldquo;Put your sword back where it belongs. All who use swords are destroyed by swords. Don&rsquo;t you realize that I am able right now to call to my Father, and twelve companies&mdash;more, if I want them&mdash;of fighting angels would be here, battle-ready? </span></em></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 16pt;"> The angels anticipated their chance to wage a long-awaited warfare. &ldquo;Yes! Here we are, Master! Bid us come and fight!&rdquo; </span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Jesus ignored them. <em>&ldquo;</em></span><em><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Georgia;">But if I did that, how would the Scriptures come true that say this is the way it has to be?&rdquo;</span></em></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">The angels quietly, and with great reluctance, sheathed their swords. They fought off a sense of shame that they had failed the Lord Most High. All they could do was watch.</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">They watched the arrest and mock trials.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 16pt;">They watched the mob slap him and spit on him.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 16pt;">They watched the soldiers scourge him with bullwhips.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 16pt;"> They watched him stumble and fall beneath the load of the cross.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 16pt;"> They cringed as spikes were pounded deep into his hands and feet.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 16pt;"> They looked on in horror as this beaten, bloodied body, chosen by the Lord Most High, drew its last breath and died.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 16pt;"> Furious over his treatment, thousands of angels grabbed the earth and shook it. Two of them took hold of the top of the veil in the temple and tore it in two. Pandemonium reigned over the city.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 16pt;"> And then, muted screams, mournful wails, and silence. </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 16pt;"> Afterwards, the priests and religious hierarchy gloated in their deviousness, Roman troops high-fived each other, and average citizens went about their business oblivious to the event of the ages. For the disciples, numbness and disbelief fell over them like a funeral shroud. </span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">But the angels were just about to get busy again.</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;"><br /></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 16pt;"> </span></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size: 72pt;">7</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Early Sunday morning, before the sun chased the darkness from the sky, and before the women&rsquo;s footsteps were heard on the path to the sepulcher, Gabriel and Michael sprang into action. Like lightening, they descended from heaven, causing the earth to quake once again. They proceeded to roll back the stone that secured the entrance to the tomb and weighed hundreds of pounds as though it were cheap plaster. The armed guards shook with fear and passed out at the sight. Gabriel then spoke to the women.</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><em><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Georgia;">&ldquo;Fear not ye: for I know that ye seek Jesus, which was crucified. <sup>6</sup> He is not here: for he is risen, as he said. Come, see the place where the Lord lay. <sup>7</sup> And go quickly, and tell his disciples that he is risen from the dead; and, behold, he goeth before you into </span></em><em><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Georgia;">Galilee</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Georgia;">; there shall ye see him: lo, I have told you.&rdquo; </span></em></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 16pt;"> Days later, his earthly mission in the flesh now over, the Lord Most High stood at </span><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Bethany</span><span style="font-size: 16pt;">, surrounded, not by angels but by human believers. Up until this moment, he stood as a promise. Now, he glowed with the joy of a promise fulfilled. He spoke forcefully to the audience. &ldquo;As it was written, I was sent to suffer for your sakes and to die. But I was also destined to triumph over death so that you could repent and your sins could be remitted. All of you saw these things happen. Now, go back to </span><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Jerusalem</span><span style="font-size: 16pt;"> and wait for my Spirit to come and dwell in you.&rdquo;</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 16pt;"> When he finished with these last words, he lifted up his hands and disappeared in a cloud into the heavens. The band of disciples stayed where they were, staring in wonderment at the sight, trying to absorb what they had just seen and heard. The Lord Most High had instructed Gabriel and Michael on their response. Their white robes glistening, they spoke to the people.</span></p>
<p><em><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Georgia;"> &ldquo;You Galileans!&mdash;why do you just stand here looking up at an empty sky? This very Jesus who was taken up from among you to heaven will come as certainly&mdash;and mysteriously&mdash;as he left.&rdquo; </span></em></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">And so, the church age was born. The angels were busier than ever, freeing the preachers from prison, guiding evangelists like Philip to hungry hearts, appearing in dreams and visions to give instructions, sending the judgment of God upon the enemies of the church, confirming the call of God to the Apostles, and rejoicing over every sinner who repented. They became totally engrossed in ministering to the needs of believers, the people who now bore the title of The Redeemed. </span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Two millenniums passed by.</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;"><br /></span></p>
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<p style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;" align="center"><span style="font-size: 72pt;">8</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 16pt;"> </span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">The familiar voice rang out again. &ldquo;Archangels!&rdquo;</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 16pt;"> The seven leaders of the angelic hosts immediately appeared before the Lord Most High. &ldquo;Yes, our Lord?&rdquo;</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 16pt;"> &ldquo;Have all preparations been made?&rdquo;</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 16pt;"> &ldquo;All is ready, Lord Most High.&rdquo;</span></p>
<p style="margin-left: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">&ldquo;The white robes?&rdquo; </span></p>
<p style="margin-left: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">&ldquo;Yes.&rdquo;</span></p>
<p style="margin-left: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">&ldquo;The crowns?&rdquo; </span></p>
<p style="margin-left: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">&ldquo;Yes.&rdquo;</span></p>
<p style="margin-left: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">&ldquo;The banquet hall?&rdquo; </span></p>
<p style="margin-left: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">&ldquo;Yes.&rdquo;</span></p>
<p style="margin-left: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">&ldquo;The feast?&rdquo; </span></p>
<p style="margin-left: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">&ldquo;Yes.&rdquo;</span></p>
<p style="margin-left: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">&ldquo;The twenty-four seats for the Elders?&rdquo; </span></p>
<p style="margin-left: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">&ldquo;Yes.&rdquo;</span></p>
<p style="margin-left: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">&ldquo;The books?&rdquo; </span></p>
<p style="margin-left: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">&ldquo;Yes.&rdquo;</span></p>
<p style="margin-left: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">&ldquo;And&hellip;what about the trumpet? Is it ready, Gabriel?&rdquo;</span></p>
<p style="margin-left: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">&ldquo;Cleaned, polished and ready to go, my Lord Most High.&rdquo;</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">&ldquo;Well, put that trumpet to your lips and blow, Gabriel! It is time for the church, my Bride, to come home!&rdquo;</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><em><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Georgia;">&ldquo;For the Lord himself shall descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel, and with the trump of God: and the dead in Christ shall rise first: <sup>17</sup> Then we which are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds, to meet the Lord in the air: and so shall we ever be with the Lord.&rdquo; </span></em></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Heaven vibrated with joy and excitement as the marriage supper of the Lamb took place. Much more would happen before the ceaseless ages of eternity began to roll. Jacob&rsquo;s trouble&mdash;or the great tribulation&mdash;was ahead, with the vials, trumpets and seals dispensing worldwide judgment and calamities upon unbelievers. The thousand years of peace with Jesus reigning as the Prince of Peace was on schedule. And then, at long last, Lucifer, the son of the morning, with all of his minions, would be cast forever into the bottomless pit. God&rsquo;s loyal angels had looked forward to this day since the beginning of time.</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;"><br /></span></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size: 72pt;">9</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">When all of God&rsquo;s plans had unfolded, he called his faithful angels around him.</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">&ldquo;Have I been good to you?&rdquo; he asked.</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">&ldquo;Why, Lord Most High! Of course! There was never a question&hellip;&rdquo;</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">&ldquo;Have I revealed all my plans to you?&rdquo;</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">&ldquo;Yes, Lord Most High. You have entrusted us with all of your secrets.&rdquo;</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">&ldquo;I just wanted to be sure, because now, I must ask you to step aside.&rdquo;</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">&ldquo;Step aside?&rdquo; The archangels were dumfounded. </span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">&ldquo;We don&rsquo;t understand, our Lord. We continue to be loyal to you.&rdquo;</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">&ldquo;I know. I created you to be loyal. I created you to serve me, to praise me, to do my bidding. I never had to save you. I never had to die for you. I never had to cleanse you. You have always been pure and free from sin.</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">&ldquo;But these&#8230;&rdquo; He pointed to the thousands of believers who filled the streets of glory. &#8220;These are my redeemed. I loved them so much that I took upon the form of a man like them. I became a servant. I suffered and died in the most painful and dishonorable way possible. I died as the sinless for the sinful, as the innocent for the guilty, as the perfect Lamb of God to buy back what Satan stole from me.&#8221;</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">&ldquo;You have read what John wrote in his prophecies. </span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><em><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Georgia;">&ldquo;And after these things I heard a great voice of much people in heaven, saying, Alleluia; Salvation, and glory, and honour, and power, unto the Lord our God.&rdquo; </span></em></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">&ldquo;The people John saw and heard were not angels. They were the redeemed. The prodigals. The ones I brought back from death and hell. You angels were never in danger of hell fire. These people, these souls, were saved out of the fire, purchased by my blood! </span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">&ldquo;So, now, the songs of the redeemed will be the choir of heaven! When they had no glorified bodies, when they suffered temptations and trials and persecutions and attacks, they loved me. They loved me out of choice, not design. </span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">&ldquo;And so, the epoch of grace, the Lamb slain from the foundation of the world, the very purpose for which I designed my glory from the beginning has been fulfilled!&rdquo;</span></p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><em><span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Georgia;">&ldquo;And when he had taken the book, the four beasts and four and twenty elders fell down before the Lamb, having every one of them harps, and golden vials full of odours, which are the prayers of saints. <sup>9</sup> And they sung a new song, saying, Thou art worthy to take the book, and to open the seals thereof: for thou wast slain, and hast redeemed us to God by thy blood out of every kindred, and tongue, and people, and nation; <sup>10</sup> And hast made us unto our God kings and priests: and we shall reign on the earth.&rdquo; </span></em></p>
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]]></content></entry><entry><title>The Power of Thanksgiving</title><id>http://jonathanjordan.squarespace.com/holidays/2008/11/20/the-power-of-thanksgiving.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jonathanjordan.squarespace.com/holidays/2008/11/20/the-power-of-thanksgiving.html"/><author><name>J. Mark Jordan</name></author><published>2008-11-20T13:47:09Z</published><updated>2008-11-20T13:47:09Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>Most of of think of thanksgiving as a courteous, nice thing to do.<span> </span>It has more to do with public relations, rather than an absolute requirement.</p>
<ul>
<li>We classify it as proper protocol.</li>
<li>When people don&#8217;t express gratitude, we think they are only being uncouth.</li>
<li>When people forget to say thanks, we accuse them only of thoughtlessness.</li>
<li>When we study the scripture, however, a far different profile emerges.</li>
<li>Thanksgiving actually turns out to be a fundamental spiritual principle.</li>
<li>True thanksgiving opens the door to deep spiritual healing and experience.</li>
</ul>
<p>Luke 17:12-19</p>
<p>12<span> </span>And as he entered into a certain village, there met him ten men that were lepers, which stood afar off:</p>
<p>13<span> </span>And they lifted up their voices, and said, Jesus, Master, have mercy on us.</p>
<p>14<span> </span>And when he saw them, he said unto them, Go shew yourselves unto the priests. And it came to pass, that, as they went, they were cleansed.</p>
<p>15<span> </span>And one of them, when he saw that he was healed, turned back, and with a loud voice glorified God,</p>
<p>16<span> </span>And fell down on his face at his feet, giving him thanks: and he was a Samaritan.</p>
<p>17<span> </span>And Jesus answering said, Were there not ten cleansed? but where are the nine?</p>
<p>18<span> </span>There are not found that returned to give glory to God, save this stranger.</p>
<p>19<span> </span>And he said unto him, Arise, go thy way: thy faith hath made thee whole.</p>
<p>(KJV)</p>
<p><strong>There are three words that describe what happened to the leper.</strong></p>
<ul>
<li>Cleansed:<span> </span>katharizo=purified</li>
<li>Healed:<span> </span>iomai=healed, cured</li>
<li>Whole:<span> </span>sozo=saved, preserved, do well, be whole</li>
</ul>
<p><strong>There are instances in the Bible where people were blessed, healed and touched, but not made whole.</strong></p>
<p>Luke 6:35</p>
<p>35<span> </span>But love ye your enemies, and do good, and lend, hoping for nothing again; and your reward shall be great, and ye shall be the children of the Highest: for he is kind unto the unthankful and to the evil.</p>
<p>Mark 8:21-25<span> </span></p>
<p>21<span> </span>And he said unto them, How is it that ye do not understand?</p>
<p>22<span> </span>And he cometh to Bethsaida; and they bring a blind man unto him, and besought him to touch him.</p>
<p>23<span> </span>And he took the blind man by the hand, and led him out of the town; and when he had spit on his eyes, and put his hands upon him, he asked him if he saw ought.</p>
<p>24<span> </span>And he looked up, and said, I see men as trees, walking.</p>
<p>25<span> </span>After that he put his hands again upon his eyes, and made him look up: and he was restored, and saw every man clearly.</p>
<p>John 6:10-12</p>
<p>10<span> </span>And Jesus said, Make the men sit down. Now there was much grass in the place. So the men sat down, in number about five thousand.</p>
<p>11<span> </span>And Jesus took the loaves; and when he had given thanks, he distributed to the disciples, and the disciples to them that were set down; and likewise of the fishes as much as they would.</p>
<p>12<span> </span>When they were filled, he said unto his disciples, Gather up the fragments that remain, that nothing be lost.</p>
<p>John 6:25-29</p>
<p>25<span> </span>And when they had found him on the other side of the sea, they said unto him, Rabbi, when camest thou hither?</p>
<p>26<span> </span>Jesus answered them and said, Verily, verily, I say unto you, Ye seek me, not because ye saw the miracles, but because ye did eat of the loaves, and were filled.</p>
<p>27<span> </span>Labour not for the meat which perisheth, but for that meat which endureth unto everlasting life, which the Son of man shall give unto you: for him hath God the Father sealed.</p>
<p>28<span> </span>Then said they unto him, What shall we do, that we might work the works of God?</p>
<p>29<span> </span>Jesus answered and said unto them, This is the work of God, that ye believe on him whom he hath sent.</p>
<p><strong>What are the steps to wholeness?</strong></p>
<p>Luke 17:12-19</p>
<p><strong>Prayer of desparation</strong></p>
<p>13<span> </span>And they lifted up their voices, and said, Jesus, Master, have mercy on us.</p>
<ul>
<li>Those who do not pray should not expect answers to prayer.</li>
<li>Prayers that move God are <em>effectual</em> and <em>fervent</em>.</li>
</ul>
<p><strong>Obedience</strong></p>
<p>14<span> </span>And when he saw them, he said unto them, Go shew yourselves unto the priests.</p>
<p>Jesus could have declared them clean because he was a high priest after the Order of Melchezidek.<span> </span>Instead, he sent them to the high priest for evidence of their healing.<span> </span>Why?<span> </span>First of all, it would legitimize their healing to all the people who did not yet recognize Jesus.<span> </span>Second, and more important, if the High Priest declared them clean, it meant that the High Priest would have been forced to recognize the power of Jesus to heal leprosy.</p>
<p>And it came to pass, that, as they went, they were cleansed.</p>
<p><strong>Realization </strong></p>
<p>15<span> </span>And one of them, when he saw that he was healed, <em>turned back, and with a loud voice glorified God</em>,</p>
<p><strong>Worship</strong></p>
<p>16<span> </span>And <em>fell down on his face at his feet</em>,</p>
<p>Worship=shawchaw<span> </span>(prostrate oneself, bow down)</p>
<p>Gen 19:1<span> </span>And there came two angels to Sodom at even; and Lot sat in the gate of Sodom: and Lot seeing them rose up to meet them; and he bowed himself with his face toward the ground;</p>
<p>Gen 42:6<span> </span>And Joseph was the governor over the land, and he it was that sold to all the people of the land: and Joseph&#8217;s brethren came, and bowed down themselves before him with their faces to the earth.</p>
<p>1 Sam 25:41<span> </span>And she arose, and bowed herself on her face to the earth, and said, Behold, let thine handmaid be a servant to wash the feet of the servants of my lord.</p>
<p><strong>Thanksgiving</strong></p>
<p><em></em></p>
<p><em>giving him thanks</em>: and</p>
<p><strong>Forgiveness</strong></p>
<p><em></em></p>
<p><em>he was a Samaritan</em>.</p>
<p>17<span> </span>And Jesus answering said, Were there not ten cleansed? but where are the nine?</p>
<p>18<span> </span>There are not found that <em>returned to give glory to God</em>, save this stranger.</p>
<p>19<span> </span>And he said unto him, Arise, go thy way: thy faith hath made thee whole.</p>
<p>(KJV)</p>
<p><strong></strong></p>
<p><strong>What did the leper who came back communicate with Jesus?</strong></p>
<ul>
<li>You have changed my life for the better.</li>
<li>I could not have had this healing without you.</li>
<li>I am forever indebted to you.</li>
<li>You did not just restore my health for my purposes;<span> </span>you did it for your own purposes.</li>
</ul>
<p><strong>What is it that the simple act of sincere thanksgiving does to God?</strong></p>
<p>The nine who did not return to give thanks grabbed whatever blessings and advantages they could get from Jesus and ran.<span> </span>They wanted to be healed to get on with their lives, to pursue their own interests.<span> </span>They either had no concept of God&#8217;s purpose or they were totally self-indulgent.<span> </span>Whatever they received, they felt like it was a deserved benefit.</p>
<p>It is possible to have enough faith in God to receive miracles and blessings from him.<span> </span>This does not necessarily lead on to true discipleship.</p>
<p><strong>Wholeness requires an attitude of thanksgiving towards God.</strong></p>
<ul>
<li>Wholeness is a release of pain.</li>
<li>Wholeness neutralizes long-standing dysfunctional effects.</li>
<li>Wholeness makes one comfortable with who they are and what they have.</li>
</ul>
<p>The most important truth to embrace is <strong>your relationship with God</strong> supercedes your relationship with yourself, your family, your friends, your acquaintences, your past, or any other person or thing that can be named.</p>
<p>2 Cor 12:7-10</p>
<p>7<span> </span>And lest I should be exalted above measure through the abundance of the revelations, there was given to me a thorn in the flesh, the messenger of Satan to buffet me, lest I should be exalted above measure.</p>
<p>8<span> </span>For this thing I besought the Lord thrice, that it might depart from me.</p>
<p>9<span> </span>And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me.</p>
<p>10<span> </span>Therefore I take pleasure in infirmities, in reproaches, in necessities, in persecutions, in distresses for Christ&#8217;s sake: for when I am weak, then am I strong.</p>
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]]></content></entry><entry><title>Thanksgiving Psalm</title><id>http://jonathanjordan.squarespace.com/holidays/2008/11/20/thanksgiving-psalm.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jonathanjordan.squarespace.com/holidays/2008/11/20/thanksgiving-psalm.html"/><author><name>J. Mark Jordan</name></author><published>2008-11-20T13:42:49Z</published><updated>2008-11-20T13:42:49Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p><strong>PSALM 66: A Psalm of Thanksgiving</strong></p>
<p>The community of faith praises God joyfully (66:1&ndash;12). And the psalmist, representing the individual believer, commits himself to praise God and pray to Him (vv. 13&ndash;20).</p>
<p style="margin-top: 12pt;"><strong>Key concepts.</strong> <span style="text-decoration: underline;">Worship</span> Psalms 140-145. <span style="text-decoration: underline;">Praise</span> Psalms 140-145. Temple <a name="_ftnref1" href="#_ftn1">Solomon</a>&rsquo;s Temple. <span style="text-decoration: underline;">Fear of God</span> Proverbs 1-4. Sin Psalm 51.</p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.25in;"><strong>&ldquo;You &#8230; tested us&rdquo; (66:8&ndash;12).</strong> When we can see God&rsquo;s hand in our pain and praise Him for our suffering, we are becoming mature.</p>
<p style="text-indent: 0.25in;"><strong>&ldquo;I will&rdquo; (66:13).</strong> The first 12 verses speak of &ldquo;we.&rdquo; Here the psalm shifts to &ldquo;I.&rdquo; When each individual is moved to heartfelt worship the church honors God.</p>
<p><strong>Overview</strong></p>
<p>Much of what we read in Psalm 66 governs our words.</p>
<p>We have done this all of our lives.</p>
<ul>
<li><span> </span>Pledge of allegiance</li>
<li><span> </span>National anthem</li>
<li><span> </span>Multiplication tables</li>
<li><span> </span>Poems</li>
</ul>
<p>What is the point of telling us what to say?</p>
<ul>
<li><span> </span>It fixes the subject in our minds.</li>
<li><span> </span>It guards against variation or counterfeit.</li>
<li><span> </span>It serves as a highway with guardrails for our minds.</li>
<li><span> </span>It keeps us from wandering in the thought wilderness.</li>
<li>What is the point of giving thanksgiving and praise to God?</li>
<li><span> </span>It guards against depression and negativism.</li>
<li><span> </span>It preserves a spirit of humility and gratitude.</li>
<li><span> </span>It pleases God.</li>
<li><span> </span>It keep the communication channel with God on a right basis.</li>
</ul>
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]]></content></entry><entry><title>Is Thanksgiving Next?</title><category term="Thanksgiving"/><id>http://jonathanjordan.squarespace.com/holidays/2007/8/18/is-thanksgiving-next.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jonathanjordan.squarespace.com/holidays/2007/8/18/is-thanksgiving-next.html"/><author><name>J. Mark Jordan</name></author><published>2007-08-18T15:01:32Z</published><updated>2007-08-18T15:01:32Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p><span class="full-image-float-left"><img src="http://jonathanjordan.squarespace.com/picture/turkey_thanksgiving.jpg?pictureId=803181&asGalleryImage=true" alt="turkey_thanksgiving.jpg" /></span> On November 13, 2003 , exactly two weeks before Thanksgiving, Alabama Supreme Court&rsquo;s Chief Justice, Roy Moore was turned out of office. The judicial panel that removed him cited Justice Moore&rsquo;s insistence on acknowledging God in his courtroom as the reason he had to go. They did not say he was a religious bigot. They did not say he twisted the law to suit his religious views. They simply said that he acknowledged God. That was unacceptable to them. </p> <p> In his defense, Justice Moore said that the prayer offered before each judicial session was itself an acknowledgement of God. The oath taken by persons elected to public office as they lay their hands upon the Bible was an acknowledgement of God. The entire basis of our declaration of independence and the constitution of our government was the acknowledgment of God. Therefore, to serve as a judicial officer in the State of Alabama , Justice Moore contended that the acknowledgment of God was required. </p> <p> If the new standard of qualification to serve in the government of the United States is the refusal that God exists, we are all in trouble. It&rsquo;s hard to tell where these disturbing developments will take us, but, if they follow the trend, we will become a totally secular state. That means that Thanksgiving will no longer be recognized as a national holiday. Christmas will likely lose its status as well. Gone will be prayer in the halls of Congress, &ldquo;In God We Trust&rdquo; from our coinage, &ldquo;under God&rdquo; from our pledge of allegiance, the white crosses from thousands of military graves, and all mention of God in public documents or shrines. The Bible says that the nation that forgets God will be turned into hell. What will happen to a nation that does not just forget God, but deliberately and methodically expunges all traces of God from its official life? Those who seek to dismantle the Christian underpinnings of this great country must remember that our very freedoms were not the discovered outside the Bible, but are the very outgrowth of Biblical principles. </p> <p> Here is the first Thanksgiving Proclamation, issued June 20, 1676 . <em>&#8220;The Holy God having by a long and Continual Series of his Afflictive dispensations in and by the present Warr with the Heathen Natives of this land, written and brought to pass bitter things against his own Covenant people in this wilderness, yet so that we evidently discern that in the midst of his judgements he hath remembered mercy, having remembered his Footstool in the day of his sore displeasure against us for our sins, with many singular Intimations of his Fatherly Compassion, and regard; reserving many of our Towns from Desolation Threatened, and attempted by the Enemy, and giving us especially of late with many of our Confederates many signal Advantages against them, without such Disadvantage to ourselves as formerly we have been sensible of, if it be the Lord&#8217;s mercy that we are not consumed, It certainly bespeaks our positive Thankfulness, when our Enemies are in any measure disappointed or destroyed; and fearing the Lord should take notice under so many Intimations of his returning mercy, we should be found an Insensible people, as not standing before Him with Thanksgiving, as well as lading him with our Complaints in the time of pressing Afflictions: </em> </p> <p><em> The Council has thought meet to appoint and set apart the 29th day of this instant June, as a day of Solemn Thanksgiving and praise to God for such his Goodness and Favour, many Particulars of which mercy might be Instanced, but we doubt not those who are sensible of God&#8217;s Afflictions, have been as diligent to espy him returning to us; and that the Lord may behold us as a People offering Praise and thereby glorifying Him; the Council doth commend it to the Respective Ministers, Elders and people of this Jurisdiction; Solemnly and seriously to keep the same Beseeching that being perswaded by the mercies of God we may all, even this whole people offer up our bodies and soulds as a living and acceptable Service unto God by Jesus Christ.&#8221; </em></p> <p>Over 300 years later, this same nation denies the even the right to acknowledge God, not to mention condoning the depth of religious fervor spelled out in this proclamation. Thanksgiving may very well be on our endangered species list. A secular nation cannot continue to observe Thanksgiving while asserting that there is no God to thank. </p> <p> Let us be clear. As believers, we begin with the acknowledgment of God. <em>&ldquo;But without faith it is impossible to please him: for he that cometh to God must believe that he is, and that he is a rewarder of them that diligently seek him.&rdquo;</em> Hebrews 11:6. Acknowledgement begets thanksgiving. Thanksgiving produces submission. Submission leads to obedience. Obedience aligns us with the divine will. These steps may be easily seen in a study of the scriptures. If we reverse the order, however, we will unravel the very cords that bind us together with all of our rights, privileges and freedoms. Our forefathers, fresh the the land of religious oppression and persecution, knew that true freedom flows from God himself. We must not forget these principles today. </p>
]]></content></entry><entry><title>Christmas Opportunities</title><category term="Christmas"/><id>http://jonathanjordan.squarespace.com/holidays/2007/8/15/christmas-opportunities.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jonathanjordan.squarespace.com/holidays/2007/8/15/christmas-opportunities.html"/><author><name>J. Mark Jordan</name></author><published>2007-08-15T22:40:48Z</published><updated>2007-08-15T22:40:48Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p><span class="full-image-float-left"><img alt="gift.jpg" src="http://jonathanjordan.squarespace.com/picture/gift.jpg?pictureId=798567&asGalleryImage=true" style="width: 227px; height: 226px;" /></span> The Christmas celebration has been the subject of some controversy over the years. The day, the title and the trappings have often been challenged on a number of grounds. The United Pentecostal Church International does not exalt December twenty-fifth as a High Holy Day. Churches and individuals make the day whatever they want it to be. Some go in for elaborate decorations and celebrations. Some keep it simple. Others do not recognize it at all, believing it to be a pagan holiday. </p> <p> But long, involved debates about Christmas have never served us well. It is true that it suffers from over-commercialization. Society&rsquo;s expectations of Christmas gifts and parties have become burdensome to many. Nevertheless, we have to recognize that Christmas, perhaps the most popular holiday in the world, turns the spotlight on the birth of Jesus. Wisdom often dictates that we follow a path that lies outside the normal range of choices. &ldquo;<em>He that winneth souls is wise.&rdquo; </em>If we can set aside our misgivings about the day long enough, marvelous opportunities to touch the lives of countless people present themselves to us. Here are a few: </p> <p> <strong>Family gatherings</strong>. Many new converts disdain family get-togethers because of the drinking, foul language and immorality that invariably shows up. Some dread the arguments that often break out between relatives. Yet, Jesus deliberately visited in the house of sinners to be a beacon in a dark place. He knew that he had to enter into their society&#8212;-without partaking of their sins&#8212;-in order to have an impact on them. When you go, I advise you to do the following: Swallow your pride, smile through offensive insults, reach out to a hurting, lonely cousin or in-law, talk to everyone, and make sure you are remembered for something good. This is your opportunity to deliver a powerful, positive message by how you act, not by preaching. On the other hand, if you withdraw and express judgmentalism and disgust, that&rsquo;s how you will be remembered. Leave before it gets too bad, but not before you have expressed the joy and happiness that is in your heart. </p> <p> <strong>Gift-giving</strong>. Before you opt out of the gift-giving scene, consider the opportunity it affords you to establish a witness. The gift of a Bible, a book by a Christian author, a Christian tape or CD or some other Christian related gift may open a door to a person&rsquo;s soul. Even if it doesn&rsquo;t, you haven&rsquo;t done any harm. It&rsquo;s just another way to plant a seed. </p> <p> <strong>Christmas cards and letters</strong>. Yes, it is a chore. Keeping any relationship alive takes work. Maybe the task will seem lighter if you try sending a distinctively Christian card. Better yet, write a little letter about the difference Jesus made in your life this year. If you include enough personal information in it, and not make it an impersonal sermon, it will get read. </p> <p> <strong>Pictures.</strong> People will look at pictures, and they send wonderful messages. If you want the message to center on Christ, put a Bible in it, or have it taken with your church in the background. Your smile gives a silent testimony about Jesus. </p> <p> <strong>Friendliness and cheer</strong>. The Christmas season gives all of us an opportunity to manifest a kind and charitable spirit that honors Christ. Call somebody that you haven&rsquo;t talked to for a long time. Visit a neighbor and take along a pie or plate of cookies. Participate in a volunteer program. Do something that tells the world that love rules your heart. </p> <p> <strong>Incarnation messages</strong>. Oneness believers are especially blessed by the miracle at Bethlehem because we recognize Jesus as deity robed in humanity. As a pastor, I welcome Christmas time as an opportunity to preach about the true identity of Christ. This centerpiece of the Apostles doctrine deserves to be heralded throughout the year, but especially in this season. </p> <p> <strong>The Holy Ghost baptism</strong>. The gift of the Holy Ghost represents God&rsquo;s greatest gift to the believer. Christmas time, while much attention is drawn to gifts, becomes an ideal occasion to focus on the <strong>Pentecostal</strong> experience. It&rsquo;s not what gift you can give, but the gift that God alone can give that changes a person&rsquo;s life. It is joy unspeakable and full of glory! </p> <p> Christmas may be laden with tradition and imprisoned in pressure-packed circumstances. The way you line up on the issues remains your personal concern. But keep your eye open for times to share the good news. Don&rsquo;t allow the extraordinary opportunities that Christmas affords to reach out to souls, most of whom don&rsquo;t know or care about such difficulties, pass you by. </p>
]]></content></entry><entry><title>Bethlehem ’s Secret</title><category term="Christmas"/><id>http://jonathanjordan.squarespace.com/holidays/2007/8/5/bethlehem-s-secret.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jonathanjordan.squarespace.com/holidays/2007/8/5/bethlehem-s-secret.html"/><author><name>J. Mark Jordan</name></author><published>2007-08-05T20:19:46Z</published><updated>2007-08-05T20:19:46Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p><em><span class="full-image-float-left"><img src="http://jonathanjordan.squarespace.com/picture/bethlehem.jpg?pictureId=781510&asGalleryImage=true" alt="bethlehem.jpg" style="width: 257px; height: 191px;" /></span> &ldquo;Though thou be little, yet out of thee shall he come forth.&rdquo; </em> Micah 5:2 </p> <p> It was the place of Hebrew legends. It could have been something about Rachel&rsquo;s tomb, or David&rsquo;s birthplace, or the militant Philistines who established a fort there to house their garrisons. The &ldquo;House of Bread&rdquo; earned its name from some long forgotten incident now fallen between the cracks of history&rsquo;s sketchy record. Maybe it spun out of David&rsquo;s ragtag, but loyal followers, whose brave and undying support of their beloved leader wove itself into Israel &rsquo;s culture. Perhaps it hearkened back to Naomi, Ruth and Boaz who left their imprint on the fields surrounding the otherwise nondescript, little village, five miles south of Jerusalem in Judah &rsquo;s hill country. And any knowledgeable local could easily direct tourists to the probable spot where Samuel anointed David king of Israel . </p> <p> God slips his secrets into crevices and folds where most people fail to look. The prophet asked, <em>&ldquo;For who hath despised the day of small things?&rdquo;</em> Zechariah 4:10. Divine bias leans toward the small, rather than the great; the poor rather than the rich; the lowly rather than the high; the covert rather than the overt; the little known rather than the famous, the little rather than the much. <em>&ldquo;A little that a righteous man hath is better than the riches of many wicked.&rdquo;</em> Psalm 37:16. Eschewing the glory of earthly kingdoms, God situates his overarching truths in small places. <em>&ldquo;For precept must be upon precept, precept upon precept; line upon line, line upon line; here a little, and there a little: For with stammering lips and another tongue will he speak to this people.&rdquo;</em> Isaiah 28:10-11. In his ministry, Christ called attention to a little child, a little lunch and a little flock. The New Testament heralds a little book, a little strength and a little while. God&rsquo;s subtlety denies satisfaction to the casual dabbler. He forces men to seek him out. </p> <p> Bethlehem &rsquo;s illogic baffled the world. How could a place achieve historical significance without some impressive distinction to set it apart? Bethlehem was not important enough. It was not strategic enough. It was not wealthy enough. It had neither commercial value nor cultural worth. But, Bethlehem did fit the profile of God&rsquo;s modus operandi. He wanted nothing from this world; he took nothing from this world. <em>&ldquo;For he shall grow up before him as&hellip;a root out of a dry ground.&rdquo;</em> Isaiah 53:2. Should he have added Rome to his list of credits, or even Jerusalem , he would have been beholden to this cosmos. His legitimacy to the monarchy through the lineages of Mary and Joseph, only received attention at a much later date. He had no known mentor, no handler, no agent and no sponsor. As a root out of a dry ground grows without water or nutrients&#8212;-a phenomenon that contradicts nature&#8212;-neither did Jesus borrow from the wealth of the world to enhance his own status. To the secular mind, Bethlehem was a liability, not an asset. </p> <p> The world&rsquo;s most profound secret patiently waited to be born in the midst of streets more suitable for driving herds to market than entertaining royalty. Nothing but an obscure prophecy suggested the glory it was about to know. Its residents were ignorant of that which was concealed in its bosom. Little Bethlehem was in God&rsquo;s crosshairs. A star, a chorus of angels, Mary, Joseph and Judean shepherds all converged on this these quiet streets. <em>&ldquo;And Joseph also went up from </em> <em> Galilee </em><em> , out of the city of </em><em> Nazareth </em><em> , into </em><em> Judaea </em><em> , unto the city of </em><em> David </em><em> , which is called </em><em> Bethlehem </em><em> .&rdquo; </em> Luke 2:4. Bethlehem &rsquo;s secret, before Christ, lay not in its past, but in its future. The secret was the Savior. <em>&ldquo;And I will give thee the treasures of darkness, and hidden riches of secret places, that thou mayest know that I, the LORD, which call thee by thy name, am the God of </em> <em> Israel </em><em> .&rdquo; </em> Isaiah 45:3 </p> <p> Bethlehem &rsquo;s secret continues to reproduce itself in countless conversions today. People with no apparent value on today&rsquo;s market, with nothing to give and even less to promise find themselves in God&rsquo;s crosshairs, targets of divine grace. What happens when a sinner emerges from the pits of sin? A star appears. <em>&ldquo;&hellip;As unto a light that shineth in a dark place, until the day dawn, and the day star arise in your hearts.&rdquo;</em> 2 Peter 1:19. Angels sing. <em>&ldquo;Likewise, I say unto you, there is joy in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner that repenteth.&rdquo;</em> Luke 15:10. A new birth takes place. <em>&ldquo;Whosoever believeth that Jesus is the Christ is born of God: and every one that loveth him that begat loveth him also that is begotten of him.&rdquo;</em> 1 John 5:1. God&rsquo;s secrets are far better than the world&rsquo;s headlines. Let us never discount any person as incapable of redemption. Secrets can come from anywhere. </p>
]]></content></entry><entry><title>Re-Arranging the Priority List</title><category term="New Year"/><id>http://jonathanjordan.squarespace.com/holidays/2007/8/5/re-arranging-the-priority-list.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jonathanjordan.squarespace.com/holidays/2007/8/5/re-arranging-the-priority-list.html"/><author><name>J. Mark Jordan</name></author><published>2007-08-05T19:58:29Z</published><updated>2007-08-05T19:58:29Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p><em><span class="full-image-float-left"><img src="http://jonathanjordan.squarespace.com/picture/twintowers.jpg?pictureId=781495&asGalleryImage=true" alt="twintowers.jpg" style="width: 292px; height: 351px;" /></span> (Written in December, 2001, reflecting on the New Year after </em><em>9/11.</em><em>) </em></p> <p> Assumptions can be dangerous. Still, let&rsquo;s assume that on Tuesday morning, September 11, 2001 , the offices of the World Trade Center operated pretty much like the offices anywhere else in America . Workers headed to the coffee pots, some pored over Monday&rsquo;s stock market performance in their Wall Street Journal, and others were already haggling with customers in different time zones on the phone. In the hallways or over the cubical dividers, there probably was the same petty gossip, idle chatter, political maneuvering, cruel scheming, paltry attempts to exclude some unbearable bore from lunch plans&hellip;you know, the general junk that is standard fare for the corporate workplace. Suddenly, 8:46 AM happened. The world brutally veered off in a different direction. </p> <p> For those who perished, these insignificant office proceedings constituted their final thoughts. Most of the survivors, after their initial minutes of terror, have slowly recovered their sense of worth and being. A few made it through the tragedy, but couldn&rsquo;t handle the emotional and psychological trauma of the aftermath. For all of them, the remainder of their lives will be lived from the perspective of the worst act of terrorism in history. It is a part of them. </p> <p> The year of 2002, for America and the world, will be different. How much it will change may have to do with what you do, whether you&rsquo;re a soldier, a flight attendant, a business exec or a factory worker, but the change in heart will go across the board. All of us have witnessed a number of positive differences already, like the rise in patriotism, the increased mention of God in public, the outpouring of charity and the willingness to help the victims. On the darker side, we see tightened security, racial profiling, a loss of personal rights and freedoms and living with the presence of terror. </p> <p> As citizens, there are some lessons still emerging from 9-11. We must assume responsibility for our own safety and security. We should recognize that the real heroes are the guys down the street. We must enjoy the moments we have, and hug our kids. We must understand that at some point, free nations have to make another payment on their freedom. We must come to terms with our own mortality. And, we must remember, &ldquo;Courage is fear that has said its prayers.&rdquo; </p> <p> One more change: We ought to know the people we live and work with. One chilling item found in the terrorists&rsquo; playbook was that they were instructed to move into a neighborhood where the people didn&rsquo;t know each other very well. Anonymity became a shield behind which they could hide their evil designs. Unfortunately, this depicts far too many American neighborhoods in the twenty-first century. We&rsquo;re so busy and we move around so much that we don&rsquo;t have time for nosey neighbors. We have forgotten that one of the by-products of interaction among neighbors is the opportunity to feel comfortable with each other. </p> <p> Neighborliness builds rapport. It also provides many intangible keys to emotional and psychological health. Since we are social creatures, we form much of our sense of worth and self-esteem by our acceptance among peers. Technological advances like email and cell phones have, in some ways, changed the way this acceptance process takes place. More significantly, it allows us to develop our relationships with people of our own choosing, not with those who happen to live in the house next door or the apartment below us. As a result, we feel no need to know people in close proximity to us because we can know far more interesting and likable people over the wires or airwaves. We can scurry past dull neighbors on our way to scintillating conversations with real friends. </p> <p> The real world, however, will not allow us to ignore it for long. Events can swiftly jolt us back to face-to-face dealings with neighbors, co-workers, mail carriers, sales clerks and fellow shoppers at the supermarket. We would do well to cultivate these relationships to some degree. The more we know about the people who orbit in our universe, the better armed we will be if something goes wrong. But beyond selfish reasons, the people in our immediate world need the gospel. When we scurry, we often overlook witnessing opportunities God gives us everyday. Our priorities will be different in 2002 than they were in 2001. Will God&rsquo;s value system have the upper hand in shaping them to reflect his ideals? </p> <p> Let us not just be different this year. Let&rsquo;s be better. </p>
]]></content></entry><entry><title>The Little Engine</title><category term="New Year"/><id>http://jonathanjordan.squarespace.com/holidays/2007/8/5/the-little-engine.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jonathanjordan.squarespace.com/holidays/2007/8/5/the-little-engine.html"/><author><name>J. Mark Jordan</name></author><published>2007-08-05T18:30:30Z</published><updated>2007-08-05T18:30:30Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p><span class="full-image-float-left"><img alt="kifmtoysallmaxim_the_little_engine_that_could_740101-resized200.jpg" src="http://jonathanjordan.squarespace.com/picture/kifmtoysallmaxim_the_little_engine_that_could_740101-resized200.jpg?pictureId=781387&asGalleryImage=true" /></span> Remember the story of the little engine that tried to get up the hill? As long as it chugged out the words, &ldquo;I think I can, I think I can&rdquo; it couldn&rsquo;t be stopped. White puffs of smoke poured from its stacks; the train it pulled behind it creaked and groaned; the conductor held his breath. But, the steep grade, the heavy load and its power limitations were overcome by its positive determination that it could make it. The message was simple and clear: if you think you can, you can. </p> <p> The approach to a new year usually begins with the momentum of excitement and challenge. Many people roll into the first days or even weeks of January feeling pretty good about themselves. The new diet, the new resolutions, the new lifestyle, the new commitment, the new whatever seems like a piece of cake. In fact, if you had known it would be this easy, you would have done it a long time ago. Thirty-one days of unsurpassed, exhilarating success. Then, on day thirty-two, rude February happens. </p> <p> February throws a cold bucket of water on all of January&rsquo;s marvelous plans and progress. It turns the piece of cake into a formidable task. It takes the wind out of the sails, wipes the smile off the face, replaces the clouds under the feet with real dirt, ridicules dreams and laughs at good intentions. February asks, &ldquo;WHAT were you thinking?&rdquo; February&rsquo;s shredders gobble up January&rsquo;s goals. February proclaims itself the reality check to January&rsquo;s delusions. </p> <p> Okay! You see it coming. A pep-rally on paper. A back-slappin&rsquo; wake-up call. A &ldquo;come-on, guy, you can do it&rdquo; kind of encouragement meant to get you though the doldrums. Or, maybe a &ldquo;shame-on-you&rdquo;, &ldquo;why are you such a weakling&rdquo;, &ldquo;lose the loser mentality&rdquo; exhortation. </p> <p> Actually, I just want to tell you that I know people who have had head-on collisions with menacing Februarys of the past and survived. They did a quick mental calculation about the meaning of God in their lives; about the likelihood of repeating the same scenario the following year if they quit; about worthiness of their goal; about the positive prospects of winning if they would just stick with it. Those who repeat the phrase, &ldquo;I think I can&rdquo; when it is truly based upon the promise of God&rsquo;s deliverance, will discover incredible power out of nothing visible or tangible. </p> <p> The Hebrew spies checking out Canaan &rsquo;s land saw that it flowed with milk and honey, but they also saw themselves a grasshoppers and the enemy as giants. As a result, their succumbing to February&rsquo;s intimidation cost them an additional thirty-eight years wandering in the wilderness. Finally, Joshua and Caleb, who had originally proclaimed &ldquo;we are well able to take the land&rdquo; led Israel to Jericho for a great and decisive battle, a battle that sealed Israel &rsquo;s future in the promised land. </p> <p> The early church exploded out of the upper room with the dynamite of Holy Ghost power. Thousands were saved. Miracles and healings ruled the day. It wasn&rsquo;t long, however, before they ran into the buzz saw of persecution. They could have turned and ran from their tormentors to disappear back into their surroundings. They did not cave. Instead, they gave themselves to prayer, fasting and witnessing. Their initial momentum was challenged but not squelched. </p> <p> &ldquo;I think I can&rdquo; only signals the beginning of the story. The rest moves to the cadence of &ldquo;I know I can.&rdquo; Paul said, &ldquo;For I know whom I have believed in, and am persuaded that he is able to keep that which I have committed to him against that day.&rdquo; March erupts in victory shouts for those who refused to give up one, single ounce of January&rsquo;s momentum to February. </p> <p> For every faith-based decision you make in January, February will turn inside-out and make it a &ldquo;feeling&rdquo; thing. Don&rsquo;t give in to feelings! Keep repeating &ldquo;I think I can&rdquo;. Let it become &ldquo;I know I can.&rdquo; Consider your fleshly feelings as drags, weights and traitorous impulses that seek to rob you of your new-found freedoms. When all else fails, remember that the engine driving your forward progress is the Holy Ghost! &ldquo;Greater is he that is within you than he that is in the world.&rdquo; Your little engine can take you to the top of God&rsquo;s hill of victory, blessing and spiritual success. It&rsquo;s not your start, but your finish that makes the difference. </p>
]]></content></entry><entry><title>Passion For Change</title><category term="New Year"/><id>http://jonathanjordan.squarespace.com/holidays/2007/8/4/passion-for-change.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jonathanjordan.squarespace.com/holidays/2007/8/4/passion-for-change.html"/><author><name>J. Mark Jordan</name></author><published>2007-08-04T13:19:53Z</published><updated>2007-08-04T13:19:53Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p><span class="full-image-float-left"><img style="width: 449px; height: 294px;" alt="ied explosion.jpg" src="http://jonathanjordan.squarespace.com/picture/ied explosion.jpg?pictureId=780234&asGalleryImage=true" /></span> People bleed. Buildings burn. Explosions transform houses into charred craters. Human bombs detonate on crowded busses. Tremulous wails from grieving widows and orphans waft with the acrid smoke across bricked ruins. Jack-booted camouflaged uniforms whisk by, hot on the trail of an enemy. Rifle pops disturb the countryside into the wee hours of the morning. </p> <p> Surveying this strife-torn world from the window frame of a new year presents a sad and frightening picture to civilization. We see passions fueled by long-standing hatred and bigotry flaring up into bloodshed and violence. Tyrants and rabble-rousers issue dire threats to other nations, terrorist organizations continue to plot and execute atrocities against western society, and arms-sellers who profit from conflict and military buildup keep it going. My debate contests of decades past that argued against nuclear armaments falling into the hands of crazed dictators seems more likely every day. No crime seems too heinous for extremists to commit who have sold their souls to change the world. </p> <p> Passion. Desire. Zeal. Our world, our neighborhoods, our livelihoods turn in the hands of those driven by people obsessed by mission. Misguided and warped they may be, but no one can deny the impact they now have on all our lives. We may slow them down, but they keep coming. We may cut their legs from beneath them, we may capture and prosecute them, we may conduct a savage war against them, but we cannot snuff out their fire. Take away their guns and they will use sticks. Take their bombs and they will throw stones. They implant their venom into the next generation and they will come too. They will strike again, and again, and again. Whatever the power or influence is that has ignited these passions, has reaped a harvest of killing machines who have neither conscience nor human sensibilities. So it is when passion rules. And, passion for change succeeds when it is met with a passive, cowardly opponent. </p> <p> Imagine, then, a church that moves passionately into its mission. We don&rsquo;t have imagine it. We have a written witness of the primitive church that gave itself to the work of God as much or more than twenty-first century terrorists give to their ugly causes. The first church threw itself with selfless abandon into spreading the gospel. They were slaughtered, they were boiled in oil, and they adorned Caesar&rsquo;s gardens as flaming torches. Nothing stopped them from pressing on with preaching, praying, singing, giving and witnessing. Imprisoned, disenfranchised, driven underground, forced to live like nocturnal beasts in Rome &rsquo;s catacombs, they did not recant. They were flogged, beheaded, crucified, and thrown to the lions. They were denied dignity, refused honor and were forbidden to participate in commerce and politics. They slogged on, unbowed and unbent by their foes. The typical response was contained in the Apostle Paul&rsquo;s words, <em>&ldquo;But none of these things move me, neither count I my life dear unto myself, so that I might finish my course with joy, and the ministry, which I have received of the Lord Jesus, to testify the gospel of the grace of God.&rdquo;</em> Acts 20:24 . </p> <p> My pastor&rsquo;s prayer for the New Year may be summed up in this one word: passion! God has to purge passivity and carelessness from our collective heart and replace it with a holy zeal. Without an all-consuming passion for righteousness and truth, then all our wealth and possessions, our talents and abilities, our charm and charisma, our plans and programs, our history and influence, our accomplishments and reputation, our brains and brawn will fail miserably. Intelligence that is cold, programs that are cut and dried, skills that conform to worldly protocol satisfy neither man nor God. God wants passion. It needs to permeate every fiber and cell of our spiritual existence. </p> <p> Passion for spiritual power propels the church into intercessory prayer. Passion for intimacy with God draws disciples into periods of fasting and self-abasement. Passion for worship inspires choirs, musicians and worshippers to excellence. Passion for the kingdom&rsquo;s advancement motivates saints into sacrificial giving. Passion for souls drives witnessing and outreach. </p> <p> God wants young people who will invest everything in his call. God wants parents who will instill truth and righteousness into their children. God wants wage-earners who will support his cause with faithfulness and sacrifice. God wants worshippers who will wear themselves out to exalt him. God wants teachers who will dedicate themselves to fashioning a new generation of truth-bearers. God wants pray warriors who will immerse themselves in petition and altar work. </p> <p> Passion depleted? Get re-fired! Holy fire overcomes every missing ingredient. </p>
]]></content></entry><entry><title>The Greatest Man Who Ever Lived</title><category term="Christmas"/><id>http://jonathanjordan.squarespace.com/holidays/2007/7/19/the-greatest-man-who-ever-lived.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jonathanjordan.squarespace.com/holidays/2007/7/19/the-greatest-man-who-ever-lived.html"/><author><name>J. Mark Jordan</name></author><published>2007-07-19T22:06:49Z</published><updated>2007-07-19T22:06:49Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p> Walk the hallowed halls of historical legends and measure the greatness on display. Ponder the genius of the Greek philosophers, mathematicians, scientists and artists. Weigh the vast holdings of King Solomons&#8217; golden-drenched majesty. Admire the military might amassed by Alexander the Great who sat astride a mighty steed called &#8220;The World&#8221; before he reached the age of forty, or empire builder Napoleon Bonaparte who also swallowed up nearly all of continental Europe while in his thirties. Contemplate the unequalled compositions of Shakespeare, the Bard of Avon. Gaze, with bated breath, at the delicate artistry of Michelangelo, who sculpted <em>David</em> and <em>The Pieta</em>. Research the vaunted biographies of Charlemagne, William the Conqueror, Washington and Lincoln. Study the incredible accomplishments of the world&#8217;s inventors, explorers, pioneers and statesmen. Stare in disbelief at the inconceivable wealth of Rockefeller, Getty and Gates. After all this, you would not have even begun to describe the greatest of them all. </p> <p> The One who came from Bethlehem thrusts the world&#8217;s celebrated personalities and their famed achievements into the shadows of insignificance. He shook the earth with each step he took. Without writing a word, he inspired Gutenberg&#8217;s press and filled the world with volumes. With no political power, he forged the basis of the most powerful civilizations in history. He wielded no sword, yet he vanquished all his foes. He boasted no academic degree, yet he became the essential subject for the most eminent scholarship of all time. He was beholden to no earthly teacher, yet he confounded doctors with his wisdom. While on earth, he gathered few close friends around him. After ascending, his devoted followers numbered in untold millions. </p> <p> And no wonder. This Nazarene anomaly triumphed over disease, healed infirmities, forced devils to surrender and subjugated death itself to his authority. The touch of his hand caused loaves and fishes to multiply, raising his hand calmed the wind and waves and the extension of his hand reconstructed limbs and organs. He could not be stopped and would not retreat. He challenged the prevailing powers of his own time and fundamentally changed all time. The world acknowledged his presence to be so profound that it converted its calendar from B. C. to A. D. Those who knew him best worshipped him most. </p> <p> Every important holiday during the year enjoys its highest fulfillment on this one day. Christmas Day is the New Year&#8217;s Day of a fresh start, Valentine&#8217;s Day of love, Memorial Day&#8217;s sacrifice, Independence Day&#8217;s freedom from sin&#8217;s bondage, Labor Day&#8217;s respite, and the greatest expression of Thanksgiving. Every day worth celebrating, every song worth singing, every fact worth knowing, every story worth telling, every book worth reading, every journey worth taking, every task worth doing, every word worth speaking, every friend worth meeting and every life worth living finds its vital source in Jesus Christ. </p> <p> I wish you and yours a blessed Christmas. May it be a time of peace and warm fellowship with family and friends. The true blessedness of Christmas, however, flows only from the worship and exaltation of Jesus Christ, the greatest man who ever lived. Experience him anew during this glorious season. He is Yeshua&#8212;-Jehovah has become our Salvation. </p> <p> J. Mark Jordan 12-25-00 </p>
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