The 12th law of the Scout laws is 'Reverent'. This page is dedicated to that law.
For anyone investigating the identity of Jesus Christ, the Bible holds many clues. One piece of evidence is His silence. Speaking of Him centuries earlier, the prophet Isaiah offered this clue: "As a sheep before its shearers is silent, so He opened not His mouth" (53:7). The significance of this remained obscure until Jesus was dragged before His accusers and "He answered nothing" (Mark 15:3).
It's a small but important piece of evidence, especially when combined with other clues, such as His birth in Bethlehem (Mic. 5:2; Luke 2:4). His Davidic lineage (IS. 11:10; Luke 3:31), the casting of lots for His clothing by the soldiers (Ps. 22:18; John 19:23-24). These and more than 300 other fulfilled prophecies present us with overwhelming evidence of the identity of Jesus. He is the Messiah, the Son of God, the Savior of all who put their faith in Him.---DCE
Think About It
Are you convinced that Jesus is the promised Savior?
Have you accepted the forgiveness and eternal life He offers?
If you have doubts, read the Gospel of John.
**Excerpts from "OUR DAILY BREAD", THE CLUE OF SILENCE.**
Isaiah 53:7 (KJV) He was oppressed, and he was afflicted, yet he opened not his mouth: he is brought as a lamb to the slaughter, and as a sheep before her shearers is dumb, so he openeth not his mouth.
Mark 15:3 (KJV) And the chief priests accused him of many things: but he answered nothing.
Micah 5:2 (KJV) But thou, Bethlehem Ephratah, though thou be little among the thousands of Judah, yet out of thee shall he come forth unto me that is to be ruler in Israel; whose goings forth have been from of old, from everlasting.
Luke 2:4 (KJV) And Joseph also went up from Galilee, out of the city of Nazareth, into Judaea, unto the city of David, which is called Bethlehem; (because he was of the house and lineage of David:)
Isaiah 11:10 (KJV) And in that day there shall be a root of Jesse, which shall stand for an ensign of the people; to it shall the Gentiles seek: and his rest shall be glorious.
Luke 3:31 (KJV) Which was the son of Melea, which was the son of Menan, which was the son of Mattatha, which was the son of Nathan, which was the son of David.
Psalms 22:18 (KJV) They part my garments among them, and cast lots upon my vesture.
John 19:23 (KJV) Then the soldiers, when they had crucified Jesus, took his garments, and made four parts, to every soldier a part; and also his coat: now the coat was without seam, woven from the top throughout.
John 19:24 (KJV) They said therefore among themselves, Let us not rend it, but cast lots for it, whose it shall be: that the scripture might be fulfilled, which saith, They parted my raiment among them, and for my vesture they did cast lots. These things therefore the soldiers did.
This is a true story of something that happened just
a few years ago at
USC.
There was a professor of philosophy there who was a deeply committed atheist. His primary goal for one required class was to spend the entire semester attempting to prove that God couldn't exist.
His students were always afraid to argue with him because of his impeccable logic. For twenty years, he had taught this class and no one had ever had the courage to go against him. Sure, some had argued in class at times, but no one had ever really gone against him because of his reputation.
At the end of every semester on the last day, he
would say to his class of
300 students,
If there is anyone here who still believes in Jesus, stand up. In
twenty years,
no one had ever stood up. They knew what he was going to do next. He
would say,
Because anyone who believes in God is a fool. If God existed, he could
stop this
piece of chalk from hitting the ground and breaking. Such a simple task
to prove
that He is God, and yet He can't do it. And every year, he would drop
the chalk
onto the tile floor of the classroom and it would shatter into a
hundred pieces.
All of the students would do nothing but stop and
stare. Most of the
students thought that God couldn't exist. Certainly, a number of
Christians had
slipped through, but for 20 years, they had been too afraid to stand up.
Well, a few years ago there was a freshman who happened to enroll. He
was a
Christian, and had heard the stories about his professor. He was
required to
take the class for his major, and he was afraid. But for three months
that
semester, he prayed every morning that he would have the courage to
stand up no
matter what the professor said, or what the class thought. Nothing they
said
could ever shatter his faith...he hoped.
Finally, the day came. The professor said, If there
is anyone here who
still believes in God, stand up.
The professor and the class of 300 people looked at him, shocked, as he
stood up
at the back of the classroom. The professor shouted, You FOOL! If God
existed,
he would keep this piece of chalk from breaking when it hit the ground.
He
proceeded to drop the chalk, but as he did, it slipped out of his
fingers, off
his shirt cuff, onto the pleat of his pants, down his leg, and off his
shoe. As
it hit the ground, it simply rolled away unbroken. The professor's jaw
dropped
as he stared at the chalk. He looked up at the young man, and then ran
out of
the lecture hall. The young man who had stood, proceeded to walk to the
front of
the room and shared his faith in
Jesus for the next half hour. 300 students stayed and listened as he
told of
God's love for them and of His power through Jesus.
Pass this along to your Christian and non-Christian friends, giving
them
encouragement we all need every day.
This was written by a teen in Bagdad, Arizona.
This is incredible!!!
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Now I sit me down in school Where praying is against the rule For this great nation under God Finds mention of Him very odd. If Scripture now the class recites, It violates the Bill of Rights. And anytime my head I bow Becomes a Federal matter now. |
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Our hair can be purple, orange or green, That's no offense; it's a freedom scene. The law is specific, the law is precise. Prayers spoken aloud are a serious vice. For praying in a public hall Might offend someone with no faith at all.
In silence alone we must meditate, God's name is prohibited by the state. We're allowed to cuss and dress like freaks, And pierce our noses, tongues and cheeks. They've outlawed guns, but FIRST the Bible. To quote the Good Book makes me liable. We can elect a pregnant Senior Queen, And the 'unwed daddy', our Senior King. It's "inappropriate" to teach right from wrong, We're taught that such "judgments" do not belong.
We can get our condoms and birth controls, Study witchcraft, vampires and totem poles. But the Ten Commandments are not allowed, No word of God must reach this crowd. It's scary here I must confess, When chaos reigns the school's a mess. So, Lord, this silent plea I make: Should I be shot; my soul please take. Amen. Author Unknown |
My friend, I stand in judgment now
and feel that you're to blame somehow.
On earth I walked with you day by day
and never did you point the way.
You knew the Lord in truth and glory
and never did you tell the story.
My knowledge then was very dim.
You could have led me safe to Him.
Though we lived together on this earth
You never told me of the second birth.
And now I stand this day condemned.
Because you failed to mention Him.
You taught me many things that's true.
I called you friend and trusted you.
But I learned now that it's too late.
You could have saved me from this fate.
We walked by day and talked by night.
And yet you showed me not the light.
You let me live and love and die.
You knew that I'd never live on high.
Yes, I called you friend in life,
and trusted you through joy and strife.
And yet on coming to this end,
I cannot now call you "My Friend."
Dear Lord,
Every evening
As I'm lying here in bed
This tiny little prayer
Keeps running through my head
God bless my mom and dad
And bless my little pup
And look out for my sister
When things aren't looking up
And God, there's one more thing
I wish that you could do
Hope you don't mind me asking
But please bless my computer too?
Now I know that's not normal
To bless a mother board
But just listen a second
While I explain to you 'My Lord'
You see, that little metal box
Holds more to me than odds & ends
Inside those small compartments
Rest a hundred of my 'BEST FRIENDS'
I know for sure they like me
By the kindness that they give
And this little scrap of metal
Is how I travel to where they live
By faith is how I know them
Much the same as you
I share in what life brings them
From that our friendship grew
"PLEASE" Take an extra minute
From your duties up above
To bless this scrap of metal
That's filled with so much love!There was an atheist couple who had a child. The couple never told their daughter anything about the lord. One night when the little girl was 5 years old, the parents fought with each other and the dad shot the Mom, right in front of the child. then, the dad shot himself. the little girl watched it all. she then was sent to a foster home. The foster mother was a Christian and took the child to church. On the first day of Sunday School, the foster mother told the teacher that the girl had never heard of Jesus, and to have patience with her. The teacher held up a picture of Jesus and said, "Does anyone know who this is?" the little girl said, "I do, that's the man who was holding me the night my parents died."
On Christmas Eve, a young boy with light in his eyes,
Looked deep into Santa's, to Santa's surprise,
And said as he nestled on Santa's broad knee,
"I want your secret, tell it to me."He leaned up & whispered in Santa's good ear,
"How do you do it, year after year?"
"I want to know how, as you travel about,
Giving gifts here & there, you never run out.How is it, dear Santa, that in your pack of toys,
You have plenty for all of the world's girls & boys?
Stays so full, never empties as you make your way
From rooftop to rooftop, to homes large & small,
From nation to nation, reaching them all?And Santa smiled kindly & said to the boy,
"Don't ask me hard questions. Don't you want a toy?"
But the child shook his head, and Santa could see
That he needed the answer. "Now listen to me,"
He told the small boy with the light in his eyes,
"My secret will make you sadder, & wise."The truth is that my sack is magic. Inside
It holds millions of toys for my Christmas Eve ride.
But although I do visit each girl & each boy
I don't always leave them a gaily wrapped toy.Some homes are hungry. Some homes are sad.
Some homes are desperate. Some homes are bad.
Some homes are broken, & children there grieve.
Those homes I visit, but what should I leave?"My sleigh is filled with the happiest stuff,
But for homes where despair lives, toys aren't enough.
So I tiptoe in, kiss each girl & boy,
And pray with them that they'll be given the joy
Of the spirit of Christmas, the spirit that lives
In the heart of the dear child who gets not, but gives.If only God hears me & answers my prayer,
When I visit next year, what I will find there
Are homes filled with peace, and with giving, and love?
And boys and girls gifted with light from above?It's a very hard task, my smart little brother,
To give toys to some, and to give prayers to others.
But the prayers are the best gifts, the best gifts indeed,
For God has a way of meeting each need."That's part of the answer. The rest, my dear youth,
Is that my sack is magic, And that is the truth.
In my sack I carry on Christmas Eve day
More love than a Santa could never give away.The sack never empties of love, or of joys
'Cause inside it are prayers, and hopes. Not just toys.
The more that I give, the fuller it seems,
Because giving is my way of fulfilling dreams.
"And do you know something? You've got a sack, too.
It's as magic as mine, and it's inside of you.
It never gets empty, it's full from the start.
It's the center of lights, and of love. It's your heart.And if on this Christmas you want to help me,
Don't be so concerned with your gifts 'neath your tree.
Open that sack called your heart, & share
Your joy, your friendship, your wealth, your care."The light in the small boy's eyes was glowing.
"Thanks for the secret. I've got to be going."
"Wait, little boy," said Santa "don't go.
Will you share? Will you help? Will you use what you know?"And just for a moment the small boy stood still,
Touched his heart with his small hand & whispered,
"I will."
| Road to Zion
By Petra There is a way That leads to life The few that find it never die. Past Mountain peaks Dressed white as snow The way grows brighter as it goes. There is a road inside of you Inside of me there is one too. No stumbling Pilgrim in the dark The Road to Zion's in your heart. The Road to Zion's in your heart. The river runs beside the road Its waters living as they flow In liquid voice the water calls On thirsty knees a pilgrim falls. There is a road inside of you Inside of me there is one too. No stumbling Pilgrim in the dark The Road to Zion's in your heart. The Road to Zion's in your heart. Sometimes a shadow dark and cold, Lays like a mist across the road, But be encouraged by the sight Where there's a shadow there's a light. There is a road inside of you Inside of me there is one too. No stumbling Pilgrim in the dark The Road to Zion's in your heart. The Road to Zion's in your heart. Sometimes it's good to look back down We've come so far, we've gained such ground. But joy is not in where we've been. Joy is who's waiting at the end. There is a road inside of you Inside of me there is one too. No stumbling Pilgrim in the dark The Road to Zion's in your heart. No stumbling Pilgrim in the dark The Road to Zion's in your heart. The Road to Zion's in your heart. The Road to Zion's in your heart. The Road to Zion's in your heart.
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The Coloring Book By Petra Red is the color of the blood that flows. Down the face of someone who loved us so. He's the perfect man, He's the Lords own Son. He's the Lamb of God, He's the only one, That can give us life , That can make us grow, That can make the love Between us flow. Blue is the color of a heart so cold, That will not bend when the stories told, Of the love of God, for a sinful race, Of the blood that flowed down Jesus' face, That can give us life , That can make us grow, That can keep our hearts From growing cold. Gold is the color of the morning sun, That shines so freely on everyone. It's the sun above that keeps us warm, It's the Son of Love that calms the storm. That can give us life, That can make us grow, That can turn our mornings into gold. Brown is the color of the autumn leaves When the winter comes to the barren trees There is birth there is death There is a plan And there is just one God and just one Man.
That can give us life, That can make us grow, That can make our sins, As white as snow, That can give us life, That can make us grow, That can turn our mornings into gold. That can give us life, That can make us grow, That can keep our hearts, From growing cold, That can give us life, That can make us grow, That can make the love Between us flow. |
Just Another bit of wisdom from the Internet.
A water bearer in India had two large pots, each hung on each end of a pole which he carried across his neck.
One of
the pots had a crack in it, and while the other pot was perfect and
always
delivered a full portion of water at the end of the long walk from the
stream to
the master's house, the cracked pot arrived only half full.
For a full two years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering
only one and
a half pots full of water in his master's house. Of course, the perfect
pot was
proud of its accomplishments, perfect to the end for which it was made.
But the
poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable
that it was
able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do.
After two years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke
to the
water bearer one day by the stream. "I am ashamed of myself, and I want
to
apologize to you."
"Why?" asked the bearer. "What are you ashamed of?"
"I have been able, for these past two years, to deliver only half my
load
because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back
to your
master's house. Because of my flaws, you have to do all of this work,
and you
don't get full value from your efforts," the pot said.
The water bearer felt sorry for the old cracked pot, and in his
compassion he
said, "As we return to the master's house, I want you to notice the
beautiful flowers along the path." Indeed, as they went up the hill,
the
old cracked pot took notice of the sun warming the beautiful wild
flowers on
side of the path, and this cheered it some. But at the end of the
trail, it
still felt bad because it had leaked out half its load, and so again it
apologized to the bearer for its failure.
The bearer said to the pot, "Did you notice that there were flowers
only on
your side of your path, but not on the other pot's side? That's because
I have
always known about your flaw, and I took advantage of it. I planted
flower seeds
on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back from the
stream,
you've watered them. For two years I have been able to pick these
beautiful
flowers to decorate my master's table. Without you being just the way
you are,
he would not have this beauty to grace his house."
Moral: Each of us has our own unique flaws. We're all cracked
pots. But
it's the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so
very
interesting and rewarding. You've just got to take each person for what
they
are, and look for the good in them. There is a lot of good out there.
There is a
lot of good in you!
Blessed are the flexible, for they shall not be bent out of shape!
Author: Unknown
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WHEN
YOU THOUGHT I
WASN'T LOOKING When
you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you take care of our house and
everyone
in it and I learned we have to take care of what we are given. |
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There once was a man
named George Thomas, a pastor in a small New England town. One Easter
Sunday morning he came to the Church carrying a rusty, bent, old
birdcage, and set it by the pulpit. Several eyebrows were raised |
Open Up Your Heart.
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Tomorrow morning," the surgeon began, "I'll open up your heart..." "You'll find Jesus there," the boy interrupted. The surgeon looked up, annoyed. "I'll cut your heart open," he continued, "to see how much damage has been done..." "But when you open up my heart, you'll find Jesus in there." The surgeon looked to the parents, who sat quietly. "When I see how much damage has been done, I'll sew your heart and chest back up and I'll plan what to do next." "But you'll find Jesus in my heart. The Bible says He lives there. The hymns all say He lives there. You'll find Him in my heart." The surgeon had had enough. "I'll tell you what I'll find in your heart. I'll find damaged muscle, low blood supply, and weakened vessels. And I'll find out if I can make you well." "You'll find Jesus there too. He lives there." The surgeon left. The surgeon sat in his office later, recording his notes from the surgery, "...damaged aorta, damaged pulmonary vein, widespread muscle degeneration. No hope for transplant, no hope for cure. Therapy: painkillers and bedrest. Prognosis: here he paused, "death within one year." He stopped the recorder, but there was more to be said. "Why?" he asked aloud. "Why did you do this? You've put him here; You've put him in this pain and you've cursed him to an early death. Why?" The Lord answered and said, "The boy, My lamb, was not meant for your flock for long, for he is a part of My flock, and will forever be. Here, in My flock, he will feel no pain, and will be comforted as you cannot imagine. His parents will one day join him here, and they will know peace, and My flock will continue to grow." The surgeon's tears were hot, but his anger was hotter. "You created that boy, and You created that heart. He'll be dead in months. Why?" The Lord answered, "The boy, My lamb, shall return to My flock, for he has done his duty: I did not put My lamb with your flock to lose him, but to re-trieve another lost lamb." The surgeon wept. The surgeon sat beside the boy's bed; the boy's parents sat across from him. The boy awoke and whispered, "Did you cut open my heart?" "Yes," said the surgeon. "What did you find?" asked the boy. "I found Jesus there," said the surgeon. - Author Unknown |
God's Graciousness is the story of a young man I knew in scouting.
If you would like a Zip File copy of God's Graciousness then click HERE.
| When
Minister Joe Wright was asked to open the new session of the Kansas
Senate, everyone was expecting the usual generalities, but this is what
they heard: "Heavenly Father, we come before you today to ask your forgiveness and to seek your direction and guidance. We know Your Word says, 'Woe to those who call evil good,' but that is exactly what we have done. We have lost our equilibrium and reversed our values. We
confess that we have ridiculed
the absolute truth of Your Word and called it Pluralism.
We have exploited the poor and called it the lottery. We have rewarded laziness and called it welfare. We have killed our unborn and called it choice. We have shot abortionists and called it justifiable. We have neglected to disciplline our children and called it building self - esteem. We have abused power and called it politics/ We have coveted our neighbor's possessions and called it ambition. We have polluted the air with profanity and pornography and called it, freedom of expression. We have ridiculed the time-honored values of our forefathers and called it enlightenment. Search us, Oh, God, and know our hearts today; cleanse us from every sin and set us free. Amen!": |
