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shekaniah
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The story of how, God may not let you see in the moment…
How he will use your trusting submissiveness to minster to others.
A Christian man was huddled in a cold prison cell, who only had one small blanket separating
him from death by exposure. He was awakened from the twilight of deep sleep when the cell door clanked open. Another human being, beaten and bruised, was pushed into his cell and fell in a heap on the bitterly cold cement floor.
As he lay there, sobbing and shaking, he had obviously been through torture.
He’ll be dead in the morning, the Christian man thought to himself, he has no blanket.
Then the still small voice of the one for whom the Christian had suffered imprisonment said;
“Give him your blanket.”
“Lord,” The man replied; “if I give him my blanket, I will die.”
“I know,” God answered “ But if you don’t give him your blanket, he will die and spend eternity separated from me. If you die, you’ll be at home with ME tonight.
In obedience, the Christian rose to his feet, took those few steps across his cell, and handed the man his blanket.
The other man looked at him in disbelief. He had just been beaten almost to death; now a perfect stranger was handing him his only blanket.
The Christian told him why.
And that night God called him home, where I am sure the Christian greeted his Father unashamed.
How do we know this really happened?
The man who received the blanket later told the story when he gave his testimony.
There was no bible in that cell, but there was a living epistle.
The man heard the Christian’s words, saw his works, and believed…
Selah...think on that, precious one
How he will use your trusting submissiveness to minster to others.
A Christian man was huddled in a cold prison cell, who only had one small blanket separating
him from death by exposure. He was awakened from the twilight of deep sleep when the cell door clanked open. Another human being, beaten and bruised, was pushed into his cell and fell in a heap on the bitterly cold cement floor.
As he lay there, sobbing and shaking, he had obviously been through torture.
He’ll be dead in the morning, the Christian man thought to himself, he has no blanket.
Then the still small voice of the one for whom the Christian had suffered imprisonment said;
“Give him your blanket.”
“Lord,” The man replied; “if I give him my blanket, I will die.”
“I know,” God answered “ But if you don’t give him your blanket, he will die and spend eternity separated from me. If you die, you’ll be at home with ME tonight.
In obedience, the Christian rose to his feet, took those few steps across his cell, and handed the man his blanket.
The other man looked at him in disbelief. He had just been beaten almost to death; now a perfect stranger was handing him his only blanket.
The Christian told him why.
And that night God called him home, where I am sure the Christian greeted his Father unashamed.
How do we know this really happened?
The man who received the blanket later told the story when he gave his testimony.
There was no bible in that cell, but there was a living epistle.
The man heard the Christian’s words, saw his works, and believed…
Selah...think on that, precious one