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1st Service - In Hot Pursuit - Part 3 (Romans 14:16-23)

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......Yaddy.....I am letting you know, that Pastor J.D.farag will not be preaching for a time. His wife has a very agressive brain tumor, and he will be staying and caring for her, till the Lord calls her hom....he would be very happy if he and his wife were prayed for.... Yaddy

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Sunday 1st Service - Getting Real with God and Man - Part 3 (Romans 14:...

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It's a long one today, but an important one....

Blessings....

Yaddy

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In the End - Part 4 (Hebrews 13:7-9)

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Yaddy

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Israel Strikes Iran's Nuclear Infrastructure | Jerusalem Dateline - June...

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Blessings...

Yaddy

Pastors’ Point of View (PPOV) no. 358. Prophecy update. Dr. Andy Woods. ...

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this was recorded on the 6-6 2025 so seeing what has been going on. it is somewhat out of date, but still interesting to watch

Blessings...
Yaddy

Thursday, June 12, 2025

Luke 8 from 26: Jesus Sends Demons into Pigs

Then they sailed to the country of the Gerasenes, which is opposite Galilee.
And when He stepped out onto the land, a man from the city met Him who was possessed with demons; and he had not put on clothing for a long time and was not living in a house, but among the tombs.

And seeing Jesus, he cried out and fell down before Him, and said with a loud voice, “What business do You have with me, Jesus, Son of the Most High God? I beg You, do not torment me!” For He had already commanded the unclean spirit to come out of the man.
For it had seized him many times; and he was bound with chains and shackles and kept under guard, and yet he would break the restraints and be driven by the demon into the desert.
And Jesus asked him, “What is your name?” And he said, “Legion”; because many demons had entered him. And they were begging Him not to command them to go away into the abyss.

Now there was a herd of many pigs feeding there on the mountain; and the demons begged Him to permit them to enter the pigs. And He gave them permission. And the demons came out of the man and entered the pigs; and the herd rushed down the steep bank into the lake and was drowned.
Now, in Mathew ch 15-22: we read: “And behold, a Canaanitish woman came out from those borders, and cried, saying, Have mercy on me, O Lord, thou son of David; my daughter is grievously vexed with a demon. But he answered her not a word. And his disciples came and besought him, saying, Send her away; for she crieth after us. But he answered and said, I was not sent but unto the lost sheep of the house of Israel.”

Yet, This little girl was not the only gentile He healed. As we read the above, this man, who was also a gentile, was sent back to his home town and became a missionary to his people.

I have read why the different names of this area, but that is not the point I am trying to make. My question is.....
how many times has this passage been read, and no one has ever questioned anything about the pigs...nor the possesed man.....If Jesus Himself said “He came for the lost sheep of the house of Israel”meaning he did not come to heal the gentiles, but did in this one instance, with the little girl, because of the faith the mother showed, and this possesed man, who was also a gentile.
Maybe because of the faith of friends?

Because Jesus made a special trip to heal him.
Pigs were an unclean animal and not to be touched nor eaten,
until after Jesus returned to heaven.....
when we read that a sheet came down from heaven to Peter, and it had clean and unclean animals in it,
yet he was told to eat. And the clean and unclean also included the Jews and gentiles....
all were included!


However...“When Jesus arrived on the other side of the sea of Galalee, in the region of the Gerasenes.....”

This region was not Jewish, it was where gentiles lived, hence they could have pigs” Yet,

no preacher/pastor/teacher mentions this or as I said questioned “how come there were pigs” nor the mention of the area being a gentile area. I pray, that there will have been pastors/preachers who have explained this situation.

Blessings....

Yaddy

Tuesday, June 10, 2025

Prophecy update J.D Farag

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Blessings....

Yaddy

Monday, June 9, 2025

Wednesday, May 28, 2025

Will you pick up the crayon?

bushmaid.blogspot.com .....Jasmine Ruigrok

I’d taken my Mum out for breakfast for her birthday. Time spent talking with her is always my absolute favourite thing in the world. Processing life and faith and lessons learned together with her is one of the greatest joys and encouragements that exist in my life.

This particular day, we were discussing Christian growth, and how God uses His Word and opportunities to grow people into leaders. I related to her the story of a man I admired for his many faithful years of ministry work, how at one point in his life, he sat in a corporate office and was asked by a very successful man how he became such a good leader.
Surrounding him on the walls of the office were certificates of leadership studies and achievements, and the man was floored that someone in such a position would ask him the question. He put it down to leading on beach missions for many years.
I could see how all those years of saying yes to God helped mold and shape him into the leader he is now, and I marvelled that there are yet Christians who do not seem to grow in the same way.

“It’s like, God starts by offering you a crayon,” Mum said. “When you pick up and draw with the crayon for a while, God then offers you a water-based marker, and then a paintbrush. Then he gives you a pencil, and from there as you get better with it, a pen. After this, you’re offered a permanent marker, and then a wide paintbrush, and before long, you’re painting the side of a building. But it had to start with you saying ‘yes’ to the crayon. If you never pick up the crayon, you’ll never paint the side of a building. You won’t grow. By the time your friend found himself in that office, he’d already painted so many buildings, but he had to start with the crayon.”

I was really struck by this metaphor. Coming home, I was still turning it over in my mind as I stood in the sun, hanging washing on the line. I was thinking of someone I know, who, though a Christian, seemed to have no interest or desire to be a part of any kind of ministry or mission, even though people very close to them were passionate about it.
For a long time I have wondered why this was so. The memory of Mum’s analogy and the answer suddenly hit me like a meteorite. I said out loud to myself, right there at the clothesline, pegs in hand:

“It’s because they never picked up the crayon.”
If it’s not a new one, a crayon can be an ugly little thing. It rubs off on your fingers if it doesn’t have a casing, it doesn’t draw smoothly, and leaves chunks of itself on the page. It’s messy, and seemingly ineffective most of the time. Yet they are good for children to learn with, harmless should they chew on them, and relatively easy to clean up after. Crayons are not glamorous, but they can be the beginning of something amazing for a future artist.

I spent much of my teens and into my twenties sitting on my bed for a couple of hours a day reading my Bible. It seemed like the best use of my time back then, considering I had a lot of it that was otherwise unoccupied. I chafed under the sameness of my life during that season. I wrestled with whether I should get work somewhere, but nothing I went after seemed right or succeeded. I prayed harder than I ever had before for a change. Long nights I spent walking around outside in the dark under the stars, pouring my heart out to God, all my hopes and dreams, but ultimately I came to rest my trust in His plans. While I did honestly believe all the time I spent in the Bible and prayer was important, I had no idea how much this humble crayon was preparing me for my first real opportunity.

My big crayon moment was when the friend of some friends asked if I’d be willing to help my friends cook for a kids camp an hour from where I lived. I hated camps, believed kids hated me, and wasn’t convinced I didn’t feel the same way about them. I loved home, didn’t like cooking, but I knew I had the skills, and apparently they were desperate. I knew I could help, and I felt guilty, so I said yes. My ugly little first crayon opportunity.

Turns out I had a ball cooking with my good friends in a run down school house in the middle of nowhere on a farm with a bunch of kids surrounded by lovely people. I loved seeing kids experience what was basically my childhood; wearing gumboots, milking cows by hand, lighting fires, burning tussocks, crossing creeks and climbing hills. I also loved Jesus, and the way His Word was preached in this setting; thoughtfully connected to real life through the integrity of the leaders and the beauty of our surroundings. It moved me. I was impressed. I wanted more. So God handed me a marker.
Cooking for a camp full of boys was one thing. Leading girls was another. Girls were weird. Girls wouldn’t like me. But the need for girl leaders outweighed the need for cooks, and so I reluctantly raised my hand. Turns out the girls adored me. I sat and wrote calligraphy in all their notebooks, let them braid my hair, and read stories to them around the fire. I fell in love with these girls that were my sole responsibility for a week, and I looked forward to the next year I could be with them again, praying with them, and sharing with them God’s Word.

The paintbrush God handed me was transitioning into leading at the youth group of my church. Every fortnight, and more often if I could, I would show up to lead 30-40 kids with a great team at my church, because I now knew that I didn’t hate kids, and they didn’t hate me either. I helped lead worship, and–thanks to the experience of sharing my testimonies at ag camps–I wound up preaching at youth a couple of times a term.
My permanent marker moment was directing ag camp. I had a small team, little knowledge of who they were, and barely a meeting to pull us together, but I showed up with a whole lot of trust in God and a whole lot of scared stiff to boot. God pulled us together as an incredible team, and the camp was a success. I thought I’d never do anything so terrifyingly stressful and fantastically good again.
After chasing these various ministries around as a volunteer, a couple of years later, God offered me the thick, wide paintbrush. I was offered a position on staff with Scripture Union. I remember exactly where I was: on a mission at Tamworth Country Music Festival, sitting under a tree in the shade of a 40 degree day, on the phone when the words came through.
“Are you interested in a job with SU?”
Time seemed to stop for a moment. I could feel my fears rising to the top, anxiety flooding my brain with every reason why I should say no. “It’ll be scary, you’ll have to talk to so many people you don’t know, you have no idea what you’re doing, you don’t even know if you can do this, you’re out of your depth, you’ll fail, you’ll disappoint, you can’t–” It would have gone on forever except I heard a sound come out of my own mouth unbidden.

“Yes.”
It’s been wild, and it’s been the scariest, biggest, most stressful and amazing two years of my life. I’m still being handed crayons in various ways and sizes, but I’m also being given the opportunity to handle some pretty decent markers, and maybe a can of spraypaint here and there. I still have such a long way to go, but I am so far from where I was when I picked up my first crayon.>br> I can’t help but have the greatest compassion for the Christians I see who never seem to have the courage to pick up an ugly crayon and give it a go. I can see the way it brings a hardness to their hearts; keeping them from being sensitive to opportunities from God, and causing them to overcommit to what they claim to despise. I don’t think I ever really hated kids. I was just afraid of what it would cost me to love them. I was afraid of the effort it would take, and how it would hurt to fail, and maybe I was afraid that I would actually like it more than I expected in the end.
On camp over the past weekend, I was reflecting with a couple of young ones on Jesus' words in Mark, "Repent, and believe the Good News". Repent, simply meaning changing one's mind, and believe the Gospel, the Good News. It's not often we have to tell someone to believe good news when they hear it. People can accept a truth gladly, but it may not always impact their lives.
To believe something is to live in such a way that testifies it is true to you. Yet the pharisees and scribes were so dedicated to their way of thinking, they were unwilling to change their minds. The message, essentially, could be rephrased as: Change your mind, and live like Jesus died for you. God gave me the opportunity to change my mind. Instead of avoiding all opportunities to work with kids who I assumed hated me, I repented. There is now no greater joy in my life than that of sharing the Gospel with young people.
Mark 9:41 reads that “whoever gives you a cup of water to drink in Christ’s Name, because you belong to Christ, assuredly, I say to you, he will by no means lose his reward”. Giving someone a cup of water is the absolute ground level easiest thing to do in the Name of Jesus and for His Kingdom. There is no lower crayon entry point than this, and everyone will be handed it in life. Some many times over. The question is, will you take it? Will you pick up the crayon?

One of the more inspiring quotes I’ve ever heard I heard from a 31 year old woman who died of cancer this year. She was only a year older than me. She said, “Don’t you want to see what happens if you don’t give up?” In that same vein, my challenge to you is, “Don’t you want to see what happens if you say ‘yes’?”
What’s your cup of water or crayon opportunity? It’s going to come. Maybe you’ll be asked to help cook for a camp, like me. Maybe you’ll be asked to lead at youth, or to be on a hospitality team at your church. Maybe you’ll be asked to drive a bus for a holiday Bible club, or give a testimony to a small group. Maybe there’ll be the opportunity to stand in the gap to play music, or work a coffee machine, or move chairs, or pray with someone. Maybe you’ll be asked to give a Bible reading, or start a lunchtime group, or teach SRE. Maybe you can fish, or play rugby, or hike, and you’ll be asked to contribute to one of those activities for the sake of the Gospel. Maybe you can hammer nails, use a drill, or change the oil in a car.
Maybe you can sew, or make crafts. Maybe these things can be used to build God's Kingdom. Maybe someone thirsty will ask you for a drink of water. What will you say? Are you willing to change your mind?
Who knows what might happen if you say yes?
Oh it can be difficult, but trust me–trust Jesus–it is worth it.
So when you get your opportunity, please say yes. You need it. The world needs it. I pray that God softens your heart to hear His voice calling you.
I pray you pick up the crayon.
And I pray you keep doing it, so that someday, someone will see the buildings you paint and want to pick up a crayon, too. Thank you for that Jasmine

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Stingers and pain. Revelation ch 9

Then out of the smoke came locusts upon the earth, and power was given them,
as the scorpions of the earth have power.

They were told not to hurt the grass of the earth, nor any green thing, nor any tree, but only the people who do not have the seal of God on their foreheads.

That sounds to me that even if you failed and were left behind, God is still merciful and allows you to come to Him, even then.

And the scorpions were not permitted to kill anyone, but to torment for five months; and their torment was like the torment of a scorpion when it stings a person.

And in those days people will seek death and will not find it; they will long to die, and death will flee from them.

verse 10 we read this: “They have tails like scorpions, and stings; and in their tails is their power to hurt people for five months.”

Now I know there is no comparising,and I have never been stung by a scorpion, like the above says,

but when I got stung by some wasps, and that was only 3 stings, it was very painful,
but above it says: “and power was given them, as the scorpions of the earth have power.”.

I couldn't help but think, as I sat rubbing vicks on my bites, how terribly awful that must be, and it lasts for 5 months,

and only on those people who refuse to follow Jesus..... Think people, you can avoid all that, by accepting that Jesus, the son of God, took all your “bad things” and suffered with them in your place......

So, accept Him now....you will miss out on all that pain and sufering, and besides

there is more to come, much more..

Blessings...

Yaddy

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Hold On Tight! Coming In 2025 As The Beast System Goes Digital?? | with ...

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Yaddy

The Rapture.....is it real?

THE RAPTURE I am sure those who read this, already know that I am a firm believer in the rapture.

I am not swayed by other people who say this or that.....No.... this is what I believe as it clearly stated in God's word. It is actually most of 1 Thessalonians chapter 5

So, believing this, and watching J.D Farag's latest Pophecy update, and what he has shared, it sounds like it may not be so far away.

I myself have a slight problem actually accepting the fact, that it could be so close, but it seems that it is.
So what I want to say here and now is, that I cannot believe how much the young people of today, and also some older ones, do not keep left overs from their meals...

Not mentioning any names but I have seen it first hand from my son, and my daughter
Whenever I see them toss good food in the bin, I can't help but think....
”I am sure, when the one world leader shows up and makes it really hard to get food, you wish you had those leftovers you threw in the bin...
And there are many more I am sure, people who do the same...
I also know for a fact that there are many young people who do not.
It breaks my heart to see them do it, but they laugh at me, when I mention it...
I have actually taken some food back out of the bin and it's good enough to feed my pet.
I am praying for those who do it, and pray they will see the light soon, before Jesus comes to collect His bride, the church,
which includes all believers from every tongue and nation, as Christ Himself said, via John, in Revelation ch 7; v 9 “
”After these things I looked, and behold, a great multitude, which no one could count, from every nation and all tribes and peoples and tongues, standing before the throne and before the Lamb, clothed in white robes, and palm branches were in their hands;”

So all us true believers can do is keep praying for those who are maybe fence sitting, trying to make up their mind, “will I or won't I?”

Blessings.....

Yaddy

Monday, January 6, 2025

One Life to Live - For Now (Romans 12:1-2)

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Blessings....

Yaddy

.D Farag prophecy update

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the second half is a real eye opener.
Blessings...

Yaddy

Wednesday, January 1, 2025