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  Linda's Letter * This Christmas * Give the "Gift of Giving"! "Names of God" Bible Study In deference to our celebration of the Incarnation, this Bible study will continue in January. |
Greetings, dear friends! While researching the many "El" compound names for our "Names of God" Bible study, one "El" name, in particular, has touched me deeply. That is the name "El Rah'ee" (also "El Roi" or "El Rot"), which means "The God Who Sees Me". It's the name Hagar used when she ran away from Sarah and encountered God (Genesis 16:13). Hagar didn't call Him "The God Who Saves Me", or "The God Who Created Me", or "The God Who Provides for Me"; she called Him "El Rah'ee", "The God Who Sees Me". She wasn't talking about a God watching for her to make a mistake; she was talking about a God of great compassion who saw everything she was enduring.... who saw beyond the outward appearance into the deepest recesses of her heart.... who cared deeply for her.... and who would take care of her. Those of us who belong to the Lord readily acclaim His omnipotence, omniscience, and omnipresence. We bow the knee to Him as Savior, Provider, Healer, Deliverer, Mighty Warrior, Sovereign Ruler, Master, Strong Refuge, Everlasting Father, Extremely Exalted Most High God, the Eternal "I AM".... But, there's something very personal and humbling in the name "The God Who Sees Me". That name says that the all-powerful, eternal, Mighty God sees me — the "real" me. It doesn't say He saw me or He will see me. It says He sees, present tense, all the time. He always sees me and cares deeply about whatever I'm going through! Even more surprising and awesome, though, is that this same God — out of His extravagant love for me and desire to fellowship with me — chose to become a human for the sole purpose of rescuing my sin-sick soul! The timeless God split time 2000 years ago.... The Elohim who created the first man, created Himself in a young virgin's womb.... The God whose glory was so intense that the priests could not stand in His presence, became a baby to be held and kissed.... The very God whose name was so sacred that even His chosen people dared not speak it, became "Immanuel", "God with Us".  As the Supremely Sovereign God, He could have come to an earthly throne where kings and rulers would politicize Him.... He could have come to a palace where the elite would esteem Him.... He could have come to a Temple where religious priests and overseers would laud Him. He could have knocked us all to the ground by revealing Himself as He truly is — the Eternal Self-Existent Lord, Creator, King, and Master of all that exists. But.... He chose to become a helpless little baby in a feeding trough in a barn. In a barn! In a place and a manner whereby the most ugly, sinful, undeserving humans, such as I, could come to Him — unhindered by politics, social status, or religion. And like the Magi who followed a star and the shepherds to whom the angels announced the birth of Christ, all I can do is worship....  As you celebrate Jesus and His birth, may you reflect on the truth that He came for you!Your sister & servant in Christ,  My Redeemer Lives Christian Ministry Because of the volume of e-mail I receive, it is impossible for me to respond to every person who writes. If you have an opinion or question, please understand that I will not offer personal advice or debate theological issues. You are welcome to send your opinions, corrections and questions, but I can't guarantee I'll be able to respond. If you're looking for some good Bible study sources, I suggest Bible.org - Trustworthy Bible Study Resources, Blue Letter Bible Study Resources, Precept Ministries International, and Shepherd Serve all of which offer hundreds of pages of well-organized teaching articles and Bible studies. |
Last year, 4 of my partner ministries and I were blessed to share the love of Christ and celebrate Christmas with more than 300 poor children and orphans. By God's great grace, the children and some of their families enjoyed a Christmas meal and other treats, many of the children received a small toy, and approximately 50 children in India and Kenya received new clothes. Hallelu YAH!   ... ... Christmas 2005 Top: Manyando Youth Action Community School (MYACS), Zambia; Bottom: Living Water Group Centre, Kenya; Nishantham Memorial Children's Home, India; Redemption Ministries & Welfare Society, India This year, we're praying to help 7 ministries in 4 countries share Christmas with more than 650 poor children, street children, and orphans. I'm excited to invite you to participate by giving the "gift of giving" in honor of a loved one!
  For every gift of $5, you may select one of our beautiful E-cards on the left (suitable for printing and framing) which we'll personalize on your behalf and send to any email address worldwide.On the right is a sample of how your E-card will display in the recipient's email. Underneath the picture are the words: "We can do no great things, only small things with great love!"  And for every $10 gift, we'll send a beautiful paper Hallmark® greeting card by regular mail to any valid postal address in the United States or Canada.Inside the paper card, or below the greeting in the E-card, are the words: "To [Recipient]: A gift has been given in your honor [or "in your name in memory of..."] to the children of My Redeemer Lives Christian Ministry. From: [Your name]". sharing God's precious gift of love with others? Use the Gift order form and share your heart with a loved one. Whether you can personally help or not, would you please post this request (and the linked pictures and stories) at your church, and where allowed, at your school or workplace, too? Also, we ask for your prayers for the holiday and the coming year. All of our pastors, teachers, and ministry leaders pray that you will enjoy a great Christmas celebration and that God will bless your new year exceedingly abundantly above all you could ask or imagine! His destiny was the cross... His purpose was love... and His reason was you! Back to top |
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'Twas the night before Christmas and in Heaven above, The angels were watching with such intense love! For the Prize of all Heaven was coming to earth. And a manger was chosen as His place of birth. Mary, his mother (so weary and worn), Was glad Joseph found a place cozy and warm. And now, as she labored, a new life began... Destined to bring life to each willing man. While out on the hillsides, the angels sang, "Glory!" Shepherds stood, trembling, as they heard the story. Quickly, they followed the angel's clear way Finding baby Jesus upon the clean hay. Down from the heavens, there came a new light. A star born anew on that very night! Softly, the mother sang sweet lullabies. 'Til sweet baby Jesus closed His little eyes. Humbly, the shepherds gave worship and praise; Bowing down softly where God's baby lay. They told how the angels had spoken to them, "Joy to the world and peace to all men!" The wise men were coming, having followed the star. They were bringing the Savior their gifts, from afar. And up in God's Heaven, a great sigh was heard; As the angels looked down on God's own Living Word. They had to come closer. They loved Him so much! Their wings swept by Him, for just one more touch. Then they nestled by legions, above His wee bed, And spread out their wings; enclosing the shed. Yes, trials would follow. A plan was engaged. But just for tonight, the angels would say, "Oh, men of earth, who struggle in vain, Seek here and find release from all shame. "Peace on the earth! Oh, learn it anew. Peace! God has sent His own Son to you!" Copyright © by Joan Clifton Costner Under His Wings Back to top |
"I have held many things in my hands, and have lost them all; but whatever I have placed in God's hands, that I still possess." Martin Luther Back to top |
We’re now in the season of Advent which celebrates the coming of Christ. The first record of Advent is in the 6th Century and it has been celebrated ever since. It was originally a time of fasting and prayer in preparation for the coming of Jesus Christ as a baby in Bethlehem. The early church also saw Advent as a looking forward to the Second Coming of Christ, to judge the world and the peoples with His truth. We all love the season of Christmas and the birth of the Christ child in the stable with the angels and wise men and shepherds. But what gives Christmas its meaning is the death, resurrection, and ascension into heaven of Christ Jesus. And, in turn, He sent back His promised Holy Spirit to be with us until He calls us home to heaven.  Christmas can only be understood through the eyes of Easter. Once we understand about Easter, we can begin to understand the joy and happiness of Christmas. Then we know the incredible gift of God, who chose not to leave us in our sins and sadness, but sent His Son to bring us out of sin and death into His marvelous Kingdom with the angels and saints and all the company of heaven.As we look about us this Christmas, we seem to be surrounded by darkness and evil, but it has always been like this. It was like this on the first Christmas, and many innocent children were slaughtered in order to try and kill the Christ child. As we look at our own lives, things often don’t turn out the way we had hoped. There is heartbreak at every turn. But Jesus said His kingdom is not of this world, and He goes before us to prepare a place for us, so that we may be there with Him, forever, in a place where we never grow old, where there is no sin, no sickness, no death. And as we gaze into that humble manger and see the Light of God coming from the face of that small babe, we are reminded of God’s promises to us. He will never leave us nor forsake us. We are His own and no one can pluck us out of His hand. The old hymn says, "Just a few more days to labor and wait." We have received the priceless gift of salvation; and as we look at that little babe in the manger, we see behind Him the Cross, the empty tomb, and the risen Christ rising into heaven. And we give thanks and praise and we give God all the glory. The Chapel of the Shepherd's Heart Back to top |
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 Besides evergreen trees, holly, and mistletoe, the candy cane has long been yet another symbol of Christmas. But do you know its origin and history? There are several versions. Here are the three most popular stories:
Isn't it funny how something we see as unimportant and insignificant can be turned into something powerful and important, simply by knowing the story of its origin? And yet, the real miracle is that God can take each of us, no matter how unimportant or insignificant, and transform us into beings of incredible worth, value, and significance! Back to top |
For an upcoming Christmas program, the Sunday School teacher asked two of the boys if they'd be willing to play two verses of "Silent Night" on their flutes. One of the boys was genuinely perplexed and didn't know what to do. The teacher asked him what was troubling him. Between sobs, he said, "Mrs. Anderson, I only know the first verse!" |
Jesus said, "Let the little children come to Me." Matthew 19:14 In the past I've been annoyed by crowded church services during the Christmas season. I disliked the jam-packed pews and the hard-to-find parking places. I've even grumbled after being shunted to an overflow room when the sanctuary had filled long before the service began. Why don't these people who come once a year just stay home? I thought. My attitude seemed to mirror that of the disciples, who scolded those who brought children to Jesus for His blessing (Matthew 19:13). Whatever the reasons, the disciples must have thought they had no right to be there. But Jesus said, "Let the little children come to Me, and do not forbid them; for of such is the kingdom of heaven" (v.14). I finally came to realize that it's a good thing whenever a person is drawn to a gathering that celebrates Jesus' birth. Whether it's a children's program, a candlelight service, or a concert by the choir, we never know when someone will encounter Christ the Lord. Broadcast journalist Harry Reasoner once said: "So if a Christian is touched only once a year, the touching is still worth it, and maybe on some given Christmas, some quiet morning, the touch will take." Christmas seems to bring out the child in all of us. And every child is welcomed by Jesus. Give me a heart sympathetic and tender; Jesus, like Thine, Jesus, like Thine, Touched by the needs that are surging around me, And filled with compassion divine. Nothing moves us like a touch from Jesus. "Our Daily Bread" Copyright © 2005. RBC Ministries Back to top |
 Check out this "Christmas Message". It's great! If the link doesn't work, copy this URL into your browser: www.kids4truth.com/watchmaker/watch.html Back to top |
Snowflakes softly falling Upon your window where they play Your blankets slung around you, Into sleep you drift away. I bend to gently kiss you When I see you on the floor. There's a letter dearly written, I wonder who it's for. I quietly unfold it, Making sure you're still asleep. It's a Christmas list for Santa, One my heart will always keep. It started just as always With the toys seen on TV, A new watch for your father And a winter coat for me. But as my eyes read on I could see that deep inside There were many things you wished for That your loving heart would hide. You asked if your friend Molly Could have another Dad; It seems her father hits her And it makes you very sad. Then you asked dear Santa If the neighbor down the street Could find a job that he might have Some food, and clothes, and heat.  You saw a family on the news Whose house had blown away. "Dear Santa, send them one thing, A place where they can stay. "And Santa, those four cookies that I left you for a treat, Could you take them to the children Who have nothing else to eat? "Do you know that little bear I have The one I love so dear? I'm leaving it for you to take To Africa this year. "And as you fly your reindeer On this night of Jesus' birth, Could your magic bring to everyone Goodwill and peace on earth. "There's one last thing before you go, So grateful I would be, If you'd smile at Baby Jesus In the manger by our tree." I pulled the letter close to me, I felt it melt my heart. Those tiny hands had written What no other could impart. "And a little child shall lead them," Was whispered in my ear As I watched you sleep on Christmas Eve while Santa Claus was there. Author Unknown |
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Percy Packrat's Christmas Star What Is Percy doing to the Jones' cat, Samantha? Percy is tying a red balloon to sleeping Samantha's tail. He quickly hides behind a book on the bookcase to see Samantha's reaction. Upon awakening, Samantha runs around in circles, trying to catch the balloon. Hearing Percy's giggles, she realizes she's been fooled again. Samantha chases Percy into the mouse hole, but he's too quick for her! It's suppertime. Quick as a flash, Percy is out of the mouse hole. He returns, pushing a green grape across the floor with each paw and clenching another between his teeth. Mama mouse claps her paws in delight, saying, "Goodie! We'll have grapes for dessert." Papa mouse looks disgusted, shrugs his shoulders, and returns to the book he's reading. Papa wishes Percy would behave like a regular mouse instead of gathering objects from the Jones' family. Mama mouse enjoys helping Percy fashion furniture from different objects. Her favorite was the sardine tin bathtub. The next morning, Mama sent Percy to get some fabric scraps from Mrs. Jones' sewing basket. Mrs. Jones was the neighborhood seamstress. Mr. Jones was a retired sheriff. Percy returned with scraps of pink-checked and blue fabric as well as white lace. Mama made a lace-trimmed pink-checked apron and blue tobacco pouch. These were gifts to thank the Joneses for all the objects Percy had taken from their home. Percy laid them on Mrs. Jones' favorite chair. Later that evening, Mrs. Jones decided to finish sewing the christening dress for the neighbor's newborn daughter. She discovered the gifts on her chair and wondered who had sewn them. The delicate stitches were beautiful! A spool of thread fell from Mrs. Jones' lap and rolled across the floor. It ended up half-in and half-out of the mouse hole. Bending to pick it up, Mrs. Jones noticed a peculiar arch in the corner wall. Lying on her stomach and using a flashlight, Mrs. Jones discovered a mouse family asleep on tiny beds. Around the room were small pieces of furniture, fashioned from objects missing from her home for months. Now Mrs. Jones knew who had sewn the gifts. She attached a note next to the mouse hole which read: Why don't you and your family join us for Thanksgiving dinner? Mrs. Jones" The mouse family talked about it and decided to accept the invitation. Percy left a note on Mrs. Jones' chair: We would love to come to Thanksgiving dinner. I'll bring a jar of grape jam. Thank you. Millie Mouse" Fall was here. Leaves were changing to golden yellow and red. The air was crispy cool. Thanksgiving had finally arrived. Mrs. Jones had purchased a toy tea set for the mouse family's meal. The mouse family was busy dressing in their best clothes. Mama wore a red velvet dress. Percy and Papa had black knit pants and white dress shirts. They wore black bow ties. Two-year-old Gus wore a sailor suit. Suddenly, one of Papa's suspenders broke. Quickly Percy was out of the mouse hole, returning minutes later with a safety pin to re-attach Papa's suspender. This was a day of thankfulness. Papa hugged Percy saying, "I guess being a packrat has some good points. You be what you were meant to be." The mouse family admired the table in front of them. It was covered with a white lace tablecloth. Candlelight flickered, adding a festive touch to the delicious meal. The toy plates were filled with turkey, dressing and cranberry sauce. There were cups of tea. They finished the meal with pumpkin pie and spoons of Mama's grape jam. Everyone chattered merrily, getting to know each other. Thanksgiving was over, and Christmas was only a few weeks away. Percy and his family put up a Christmas tree. It was beautiful, but something was missing. Percy ran out of the mouse hole and later returned with one of Mr. Jones' sheriff's badges for the treetop. Suddenly, a flash of light shone on the tree. The Joneses called into the mouse hole, "Merry Christmas, everyone!" Back to top |
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Read Luke 2:1-52 During His life He was sad, happy, excited, and disappointed. God knows what life on earth is like. The implications of the name "Immanuel" are both comforting and unsettling. Comforting, because He has come to share the danger as well as the drudgery of our everyday lives. He desires to weep with us and to wipe away our tears. And what seems most bizarre, Jesus Christ, the Son of God, longs to share in and to be the source of the laughter and the joy we all too rarely know. The implications are unsettling. It is one thing to claim that God looks down upon us, from a safe distance, and speaks to us (via long distance, we hope). But to say that He is right here, is to put ourselves and Him in a totally new situation. He is no longer the calm and benevolent observer in the sky, the kindly old caricature with the beard. His image becomes that of Jesus, who wept and laughed, who fasted and feasted, and who, above all, was fully present to those He loved. He was there with them. He is here with us... Most incredible, however, are the times we know He is with us in the midst of our daily, routine lives. In the middle of cleaning the house or driving somewhere in the pick-up, He stops us . . . in our tracks and makes His presence known. Often, it's in the middle of the most mundane task that he lets us know He is there with us. We realize, then, that there can be no "ordinary" moments for people who live their lives with Jesus. Jesus paid a tremendous price to be with us. Certainly the cross was the most obvious cost. But I believe more is in view. We focus so much on the fact that Jesus died for us, we sometimes forget that He also lived for us and lives for us still. If Jesus had simply come as Himself, and not as one of us, the Bible makes it quite clear that we could not have borne the sight of His presence, any more than Moses could have looked directly at the face of God. Imagine what it would be like to be at the Father's side one moment and struggling to sleep in a cattle trough the next. Imagine what it would be like to go from hearing the praise of angels to suffering the taunts of stupid men. The cost to Jesus is an indication of the incredible value of what He came to give us. And because no one will ever fully know what that cost Jesus, we can only begin to understand the incredible value of His gift to us. "Immanuel" Copyright © 1990, Thomas Nelson, Inc. Back to top |
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My next door neighbor was a prune. I don't mean any disrespect, but she really looked like a four-and-a-half-foot tall prune. I don't have a picture of her, but the two closest descriptions of her I can give is either a prune or ET's grandmother. I really am not trying to be disrespectful! I remember her in the fondest of terms. We called her Granny. If she went by any other name, I never knew it or have long since forgotten it. She kept mostly to herself and would often be seen with a walking stick in hand carrying her wrinkled body through neighborhood alleys. Her granddaughter (in her 70s) spoke a little English and told us that Granny had come from Mexico in her late 70s after her husband passed away and had stopped celebrating her birthday at 97 (which had been some years before I knew her). Most people stayed away from Granny. Not only was she very old, but she didn't speak English and she wore a variety of tattered clothes. This grandmother several times over helped raise several generations of young'uns. There would come a time when Granny would find herself alone. And when she was, my mother would make a little extra at suppertime, and my sister and I would take it over to Granny's house. Granny would never come to the door, although she might occasionally pull back a curtain and peer through the window at us, her eyes partially hidden by the flowing wrinkles on her face. So we learned to leave the meal on her doorstep and knock. Once we were a safe distance away we would see her hand reach outside the door and the plate and its contents would disappear inside. The next morning we would hear a knock on our front door. By the time we got there Granny was gone, but she left behind a clean plate with a stack of homemade tortillas still warm from the pan. Soon it became a neighborly ritual; we would supply her supper and she made sure we were never without fresh tortillas. Granny would never let us actually thank her or even talk to her, but she understood what my family was doing and she appreciated it, and even without words she let us know of her gratitude. One Christmas, after we had read Luke, chapter two, opened presents and were enjoying the holiday, I heard the doorbell ring. I didn't suspect Granny because she always knocked. When I reached the front door I had to look down and I saw a short, toothless, wrinkled lady grinning from ear-to-ear. She held out a plate of Christmas Tamales and said, "Mattie Chitzmats!" I was so startled to hear Granny speak that her very broken English words didn't register right away. By the time I realized that she had personally wished my family a Merry Christmas, she was backing away, waving and grinning. This beautiful, wonderful, toothless prune of a granny had shared Christmas cheer with my family. As I recall those were the only two words I ever heard Granny say, but her life spoke volumes. And in that moment of Christmas cheer, I came to realize the arrival of our Savior Jesus Christ continues to leave a lasting impression on regular people. He didn't come just for those of us who speak English. He didn't come just for those who attend church in their very best clothing. He didn't come just for those who had a particular color of skin. He didn't come just for those who were wrinkle-free. He came for me. He came for you. And He came for Granny, a smooth-skinned baby and a wrinkled old woman. This, my friends, is the story of a Christmas past and the best Christmas present. Mattie Chitzmats to all and to all, Jesus Christ! Back to top |
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It was slightly before Christmas. The trip went reasonably well, and I was ready to go back. The airport had turned a tacky red-and-green, and loudspeakers blared annoying elevator renditions of cherished Christmas carols. I was slightly tired and not in a particularly good mood. Going to check in my luggage, I saw mistletoe hanging above the counter. Not real mistletoe, but cheap plastic with red paint on some of the round parts and green paint on the flat pointed parts, that could be taken for mistletoe only in a very Picasso sort of way. With a considerable degree of irritation and nowhere else to vent it, I said to the attendant, "Even if I were not married, I would not want to kiss you under such a ghastly mockery of mistletoe." "Sir, look more closely at where the mistletoe is." (pause) "Ok, I see that it's above the luggage scale, which is the place you'd have to step forward for a kiss." "That's not why it's there," she replied. (pause) "Ok, I give up. Why is it there?" She said with a wink and a smile, "It's there so you can kiss your luggage goodbye." |
'Twas a few nights before Christmas When all through the house Not a creature was stirring, Just me and my mouse. My shopping not done, I had flown to my chair. I'd get on the Internet, And buy my gifts there! "On Visa! On Mastercard, Amex! Discover!..." Double-click here! Buy one or the other! Load up your shopping cart, Away with the mall! Now click away, click away, Click away, all! I had finished my list, "That was easy," I thought. "But how do I get all this Stuff I just bought?" I must have dozed off, When I heard such a clatter. I arose with a start To see what was the matter. I threw open the door... Is this some sort of trick? The guy on the porch — "You must be St. Nick!" "You wish," said the guy, "It's the Fed Ex, you old coot. Who else do you think Could schlep all this loot?" I thanked him again As he drove out of sight, "Merry Christmas to all, And to all a good night!" Back to top |
For the Children Christmas Quick Jokes What's red and white and gives presents to good little fish on Christmas? Sandy Claws. Why does Santa have 3 gardens? So he can ho-ho-ho. What do you get when you cross a snowman with a vampire? Frostbite. Why was Santa's little helper depressed? Because he had low elf esteem. What do you get when you cross an archer with a gift-wrapper? Ribbon hood. What do you call people who are afraid of Santa Claus? Claustrophobic. What do snowmen eat for breakfast? Snowflakes. Why did the little girl change her mind about buying her grandmother a packet of handkerchiefs for Christmas? She couldn't decide what size her grandmother's nose was! Back to top |
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On a December day back in 1903 at Kitty Hawk, North Carolina, Orville and Wilbur Wright, after numerous failures to fly a heavier-than-air machine, made amazing history. They achieved something that no man had ever done before. Ecstatic, they sent a telegram to their sister Katherine: "We have actually flown 852 feet! Will be home for Christmas." Overjoyed, Katherine ran down to the local newspaper and pushed the telegram — the greatest news story of the new century — into the hand of the editor. After reading it, he smiled and said, "Well, well! How nice. The boys will be home for Christmas." The religious people of Christ's day who were actually anticipating His coming as their Messiah totally failed to recognize Him — and ironically had Him crucified — because He didn't come and didn't operate in the way they expected Him to. How sad it is that so many miss the full meaning of Christmas in that they have never thanked Jesus for dying for their sins, nor accepted the most profound and precious Christmas gift ever given... the gift of the Savior and His pardon for all their sins and His gift of eternal life. Suggested prayer: "Dear God, thank You for the most wonderful Christmas gift ever given — the gift of your Son, the Lord Jesus Christ. Please use me to share your great gift of salvation with as many people as possible for as long as I shall live. And because of my inadequacies, please do this through me. Use me every day to be as Christ to whomever You bring into my life and grant that they, seeing Jesus in me, will want You for themselves. Eternally grateful, in Jesus' name. Amen." "Weekend Encounter" published by ACTS International Back to top |
God sent out his Son, born to a woman, born under the law, that he might redeem those who were under the law, that we might receive the adoption of children." Galatians 4:4-5 (WEB) Back to top |
 My Redeemer Lives Christian Ministry has a vision for a great Christ awakening and revival around the world, and a passion to help bring this about, directly or indirectly, irrespective of national boundaries, languages, denominations, or ethnic, racial or social/economic castes or classes. We are a non-denominational, Christ-centered Free Ministry and Missions Society. In accordance with IRS Code § 508(c)(1)(A), all donations are tax-deductible. National Association of Evangelicals United Christian Ministries International Scripture taken from: King James Version (KJV), Copyright © 1990 by Thomas Nelson, Inc. New King James Version (NKJV), Copyright © 1982 by Thomas Nelson, Inc. World English Bible (WEB), 2001 MT-based public domain update of 1901 American Standard Version (ASV) Copyright © 2006. My Redeemer Lives Christian Ministry™. All rights reserved. |