Here is the recipe for Cheryl's famous Banana Cake! It was one of Pastor Chuck's favorite desserts!
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My dear friend Lois sent me this and I wanted to share it with all of you.
How many time, when I fail again and sin, does the enemy of my soul whisper to me that asking for forgiveness and sorrowing over my sin is not enough! Ever experience that? Oh, how our flesh longs for penitence! There is something in us that wants to feel as if we have earned our forgiveness. We want to feel deserving of forgiveness. But sin is sin, and it is without mercy. The penalty for sin, minor to major, is death!
There is a danger in Christianity almost too terrible to conceive, and it is a peril that every man and woman in Christ is susceptible to. This is the danger of substituting rules for a tender-hearted relationship with Jesus.
In times past God spoke in unpredictable ways at unpredictable times. Man had no way of ascertaining when God would speak and how. There were times He spoke through the actions of His prophets, both known and unknown. Not even they knew when they would be "moved by the Holy Spirit." Though we look in awe and reverence at the utterances of these men of old, their revelations pale in comparison to our knowledge of God through Jesus and the Testament that He has left with us.
Cleopas and another disciple were deep in conversation as they walked the Roman road from Jerusalem to Emmaus. Their steps were slow and labored. Their conversation was so intense that they hardly noticed the stranger who drew near to them and joined their dialogue.
This morning at 2:00 a.m. my anxieties decided to pay me a visit. They came as a group. They didn't even bother to knock at the front door, but let themselves right in. They marched right up to my bedroom and woke me up.