*K knows that John B. Abela (@abelajohnb) does not like shouting here at CB but she knows there are times when he does make an exception and she is 100% certain this is one of those times because he let her shout when her test results came back benign for cancer after she went through treatment and this is far better!
C-17°|F2°HE IS RISEN!!!!!!!!!!!! HE IS RISEN INDEED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*The page fills with shouting and dancing smileys too numerous too count so you must use your imagination.
What a Savior! Death could not hold Him! He is alive forevermore! Hallelujah, what a Savior! Jesus is victor over death, hell and the grave! Not only that but we can be as well!
It is true! For those of us alive in Christ, death has no sting... no victory! There are those here who have faced death, those who may have been slipping beyond the grasp of human hands, or perhaps had even done so and they will tell you. God did not loosen His grip on them and as He did so, they realized... there was no fear! There was no fear whatsoever. May we never forget that because of Jesus, we are alive!
Ahh K we have no choice but to shout it out, for if we didn't the very stones would
"He's Alive and I'm forgiven ,heaven's gates are open wide"-let us rejoice! You take care Sister K and God Bless you richly! Dave
I was about 16 years old and I was returning my date to her home. Like most nights I was intoxicated. Leaving her home way out in the country, there was a bridge that had to be crossed. It was situated just beyond a very sharp curve. Being intoxicated and tired from staying up many hours I began to doze as I approached the curve.
Somehow I made it around the curve semi-asleep. I did not even think about the bridge. There was no way that I was going to cross the bridge traveling at the speed I was going and the angle of approach. Suddenly, something startled me. As I awoke from my drunken slumber I seen someone sitting beside me. The jolt of seeing someone who should not have been there started adrenaline flowing.
These precious seconds gave me the opportunity to slide the pickup truck to a stop at the foot of the narrow bridge. After the tires quit squealing and the smoke cleared I was sitting dead center in front of the guard rail.
I believe Christ was responsible for waking me up, a drunk teenager because it served his purpose and because his is alive!