Some thoughts
Some personal experiences that our Lord revealed to me in recent years which only strengthened my faith in Him.
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It's All About The Blood
God drove home this simple, but powerful message in two separate dreams, where I was given the same admonishment in both of them where I was told, "You are not going to heaven, even by the skin of your teeth... but by the blood of Jesus."
I remember that old country church song, “Nothing But The Blood,” that actually spells out the Gospel message of Jesus Christ better than many other Christian songs and sermons, for that matter.
The first verse alone tells us plainly, how God provided a way for us to become clean enough to enter His presence one day:
“What can wash away my sin?
Nothing but the blood of Jesus
What can make me whole again?
Nothing but the blood of Jesus”
In Old Testament times, blood sacrifices of animals were required by God to atone for the sins of man after the fall of Adam and Eve who were tempted by, and fooled by, Satan into ignoring God's direct order to keep their hands off of the fruit of the 'tree of life' that was in the garden of Eden.
Adam and Eve had abundant food and were at perfect peace with God and all of nature until they broke the one and only rule required of them. From then on, sin entered into, and remained in all mankind so that blood sacrifices became necessary according to God's law of redemption to cover and wash away the sins of the people. And all too soon, the people rebelled against God and corrupted His laws and started worshiping false gods.
When God finally decided that He would have to step in, and make another way for mankind to be washed clean and redeemed from all sin, He sent Jesus, His one and only begotten Son to become our one and only, and final, blood sacrifice. Jesus is truly the sacrificed Lamb of God. Perfectly pure and holy.
Another verse from the song proclaims:
“This is all my hope and peace-
Nothing but the blood of Jesus!
This is all my righteousness-
Nothing but the blood of Jesus!"
We can have no other eternal hope but that which we have been granted by the blood of Jesus. Just believing in our mind that Jesus came to Earth as the Son of God is not enough. We must know for certain in our heart that His blessed blood which He shed in agony on the cross is our redemption. His blood is given to us as a gift from God. We cannot earn it or pay for it in any way. It is a gift.
All we need to do is just reach out with our heart and receive that most wonderful gift.
Click below for the entire song and lyrics:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j-J8PPbIdHc
Gary Miller
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The Best Day Of My Life
This still seems to be a subject that is seldom shared openly by everyone who has experienced it. It's a topic that my pastor and my family physician have accepted as reality, but understandably, not everyone is on board with it.
But there have been numerous books written about it and some impressive TV interviews with people who have experienced it. But I can understand that some folks may look at most of us as a little strange or maybe classify us with the tin foil hat people or whatever. But what they and I have experienced is very real in a spiritual nature for sure. And for me, I'm convinced that it is just plain real.
The phenomenon that I’m referring to is the near death, out of body experience.
Thus, the best day of my life was the day I died.
Like I mentioned above, my pastor and my family physician will back me up on this. My pastor, from his personal understanding of the many realms and dimensions where God resides and works His wonders, and my doctor's experience in talking with her patients in hospice care
just prior to their death.
Some doctors try to explain away the experience as the effects of anesthetic or other medications... or as just plain hallucinations. But the vastly different circumstances of physical and mental makeup of each of these patients, and the diversity of their surroundings absolutely separates their individual near death experiences from any predictable or cookie cutter scenario.
My experience happened about twenty years ago, and I had just started relating it to people maybe about one year ago. I really didn't fear being called a nut job. I just wanted to wait until I was sure that God had now given me the OK to use this event as part of my Christian testimony. And I believe that the time is now.
Back then as I remember, I was in my late 50's, or maybe had already hit the age of sixty. I was semi-retired, trying to build up a small hauling business with my dump truck, and was working part time on a horse and animal farm, and had managed to stay quite healthy... until I got hit with a sudden strange illness with nausea and high fever. And by the second day, I was extremely overcome by fatigue.
I remember the last time I was able to crawl to the bathroom, and somehow managed to crawl back and get into my bed, that it honestly felt like even laying down took too much strength. And apparently, it did. I could feel my life draining out of me like sand or sawdust spilling out of an old rag doll. Then suddenly, I was outside my house at the end of my driveway, looking toward the house.
In a matter of seconds, 'someone' came up behind me and said, “You don't live there anymore.”
I never saw the person or being who talked to me, but the next thing I was told was, “Let me show you to your new home” (Or something to that effect).
I was then led down my street toward the east to where it seemed like only a few houses away. But we stopped in front of a perfectly kept large yellow house that looked to be maybe three stories high.
I joyfully watched from across the street as I saw my mom entering into the mansion ahead of me (She had died some months earlier).
When I stepped inside the mansion, my mom and I hugged and gleefully greeted each other, but there was no element of surprise. We both knew that this meeting was going to take place.
After we embraced, mom took off to another wing of the mansion, and that's when I stepped back to try to take in the vastness of the space inside. It was much larger inside than I had determined from my previous view outside. And then I was led to a magnificent curved mahogany staircase with red velvet treads. As I remember, I could not see the top of it or where it led. But as I stepped on the first velvet tread, I was suddenly taken all the way to the top, which appeared to be a giant mezzanine where there was a large grand piano being played by a man in a formal suit. And surrounding the piano were other men in formal attire who were singing Gospel praise songs and drinking glasses of wine... apparently it was the new wine in heaven as told of by Jesus in the Bible.
But I say to you, I will not drink of this fruit of the vine from now on until that day when I drink it new with you in My Father’s kingdom.
-- Matthew 26:29 (NKJV)
Then off to my left I noticed three angels in crimson gowns who were standing in front of an entrance-way or portal of some sort. This was likely a portal to the Heaven of Heavens, because when I indicted that I wanted to go through, it is then that I received the bad news that I could not stay, but had to go back to Earth.
So then, I found myself back in my bed, but the fever was totally gone and I had enough strength to immediately sit up, and then I stood up and walked. Not with full strength yet, but enough strength to walk steadily around the house, and in no time my appetite came back and I ate a small meal, and I returned to work the next day.
It would be interesting to hear from any one of you out there who may have had a similar experience. I know from one account given to me by a lady at the church that I had attended back then that her vision of her mansion also included the large curved mahogany stairway with the red velvet treads.
One thing for certain however, those of us who have been washed in the sacred blood of Jesus, and have received Him as our Lord and savior, have been given that promise of a mansion in heaven:
“Let not your heart be troubled; you believe in God, believe also in Me. In My Father’s house are many mansions; if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and receive you to Myself; that where I am, there you may be also."
-- John 14:1-3 (New King James Version)
Make your reservations early. We are in the last days of time right now.
Seek Jesus and meet Him for yourself. You will be amazed at how much He loves you.
We Serve An Awesome God!
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It's All About The Blood
God drove home this simple, but powerful message in two separate dreams, where I was given the same admonishment in both of them where I was told, "You are not going to heaven, even by the skin of your teeth... but by the blood of Jesus."
I remember that old country church song, “Nothing But The Blood,” that actually spells out the Gospel message of Jesus Christ better than many other Christian songs and sermons, for that matter.
The first verse alone tells us plainly, how God provided a way for us to become clean enough to enter His presence one day:
“What can wash away my sin?
Nothing but the blood of Jesus
What can make me whole again?
Nothing but the blood of Jesus”
In Old Testament times, blood sacrifices of animals were required by God to atone for the sins of man after the fall of Adam and Eve who were tempted by, and fooled by, Satan into ignoring God's direct order to keep their hands off of the fruit of the 'tree of life' that was in the garden of Eden.
Adam and Eve had abundant food and were at perfect peace with God and all of nature until they broke the one and only rule required of them. From then on, sin entered into, and remained in all mankind so that blood sacrifices became necessary according to God's law of redemption to cover and wash away the sins of the people. And all too soon, the people rebelled against God and corrupted His laws and started worshiping false gods.
When God finally decided that He would have to step in, and make another way for mankind to be washed clean and redeemed from all sin, He sent Jesus, His one and only begotten Son to become our one and only, and final, blood sacrifice. Jesus is truly the sacrificed Lamb of God. Perfectly pure and holy.
Another verse from the song proclaims:
“This is all my hope and peace-
Nothing but the blood of Jesus!
This is all my righteousness-
Nothing but the blood of Jesus!"
We can have no other eternal hope but that which we have been granted by the blood of Jesus. Just believing in our mind that Jesus came to Earth as the Son of God is not enough. We must know for certain in our heart that His blessed blood which He shed in agony on the cross is our redemption. His blood is given to us as a gift from God. We cannot earn it or pay for it in any way. It is a gift.
All we need to do is just reach out with our heart and receive that most wonderful gift.
Click below for the entire song and lyrics:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j-J8PPbIdHc
Gary Miller
==============================================
The Best Day Of My Life
This still seems to be a subject that is seldom shared openly by everyone who has experienced it. It's a topic that my pastor and my family physician have accepted as reality, but understandably, not everyone is on board with it.
But there have been numerous books written about it and some impressive TV interviews with people who have experienced it. But I can understand that some folks may look at most of us as a little strange or maybe classify us with the tin foil hat people or whatever. But what they and I have experienced is very real in a spiritual nature for sure. And for me, I'm convinced that it is just plain real.
The phenomenon that I’m referring to is the near death, out of body experience.
Thus, the best day of my life was the day I died.
Like I mentioned above, my pastor and my family physician will back me up on this. My pastor, from his personal understanding of the many realms and dimensions where God resides and works His wonders, and my doctor's experience in talking with her patients in hospice care
just prior to their death.
Some doctors try to explain away the experience as the effects of anesthetic or other medications... or as just plain hallucinations. But the vastly different circumstances of physical and mental makeup of each of these patients, and the diversity of their surroundings absolutely separates their individual near death experiences from any predictable or cookie cutter scenario.
My experience happened about twenty years ago, and I had just started relating it to people maybe about one year ago. I really didn't fear being called a nut job. I just wanted to wait until I was sure that God had now given me the OK to use this event as part of my Christian testimony. And I believe that the time is now.
Back then as I remember, I was in my late 50's, or maybe had already hit the age of sixty. I was semi-retired, trying to build up a small hauling business with my dump truck, and was working part time on a horse and animal farm, and had managed to stay quite healthy... until I got hit with a sudden strange illness with nausea and high fever. And by the second day, I was extremely overcome by fatigue.
I remember the last time I was able to crawl to the bathroom, and somehow managed to crawl back and get into my bed, that it honestly felt like even laying down took too much strength. And apparently, it did. I could feel my life draining out of me like sand or sawdust spilling out of an old rag doll. Then suddenly, I was outside my house at the end of my driveway, looking toward the house.
In a matter of seconds, 'someone' came up behind me and said, “You don't live there anymore.”
I never saw the person or being who talked to me, but the next thing I was told was, “Let me show you to your new home” (Or something to that effect).
I was then led down my street toward the east to where it seemed like only a few houses away. But we stopped in front of a perfectly kept large yellow house that looked to be maybe three stories high.
I joyfully watched from across the street as I saw my mom entering into the mansion ahead of me (She had died some months earlier).
When I stepped inside the mansion, my mom and I hugged and gleefully greeted each other, but there was no element of surprise. We both knew that this meeting was going to take place.
After we embraced, mom took off to another wing of the mansion, and that's when I stepped back to try to take in the vastness of the space inside. It was much larger inside than I had determined from my previous view outside. And then I was led to a magnificent curved mahogany staircase with red velvet treads. As I remember, I could not see the top of it or where it led. But as I stepped on the first velvet tread, I was suddenly taken all the way to the top, which appeared to be a giant mezzanine where there was a large grand piano being played by a man in a formal suit. And surrounding the piano were other men in formal attire who were singing Gospel praise songs and drinking glasses of wine... apparently it was the new wine in heaven as told of by Jesus in the Bible.
But I say to you, I will not drink of this fruit of the vine from now on until that day when I drink it new with you in My Father’s kingdom.
-- Matthew 26:29 (NKJV)
Then off to my left I noticed three angels in crimson gowns who were standing in front of an entrance-way or portal of some sort. This was likely a portal to the Heaven of Heavens, because when I indicted that I wanted to go through, it is then that I received the bad news that I could not stay, but had to go back to Earth.
So then, I found myself back in my bed, but the fever was totally gone and I had enough strength to immediately sit up, and then I stood up and walked. Not with full strength yet, but enough strength to walk steadily around the house, and in no time my appetite came back and I ate a small meal, and I returned to work the next day.
It would be interesting to hear from any one of you out there who may have had a similar experience. I know from one account given to me by a lady at the church that I had attended back then that her vision of her mansion also included the large curved mahogany stairway with the red velvet treads.
One thing for certain however, those of us who have been washed in the sacred blood of Jesus, and have received Him as our Lord and savior, have been given that promise of a mansion in heaven:
“Let not your heart be troubled; you believe in God, believe also in Me. In My Father’s house are many mansions; if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and receive you to Myself; that where I am, there you may be also."
-- John 14:1-3 (New King James Version)
Make your reservations early. We are in the last days of time right now.
Seek Jesus and meet Him for yourself. You will be amazed at how much He loves you.
We Serve An Awesome God!
