Blessings..

Door bell: ring,ring!!     

You: Who is it?  

Postman:  ''Postal Service. Special delivery; A box of live rattlesnakes!''

    

What would you do?

"Above all, taking the shield of faith, wherewith ye shall be able to

quench all the fiery darts of the wicked".

"For whatsoever is born of God overcometh the world: and this is the victory that overcometh the world, even our faith". 

-Ephesians 6:16, 1 John 5:4

An excerpt from a sermon titled: "Expectations", by Rev. William Branham. 

What if someone came up in the morning to your door, express agent, and throwed a whole basketfuls  of rattlesnakes, and had your name on them. Said, "Here they are; they're yours."You know they're there, just like you know your symptoms is there. If you receive them, they're yours. But you don't have to take them. You can say, "I don't want them."

Say, "Your name's on them."

Say, "I don't want them. I won't have them."
He can stand there and argue as much as he wants to. But until you take them and sign for them, they belong to the express company until you sign for them. Don't sign for nothing the devil brings. You say, "There it is, though I refuse to have it." That's right. "Take it back." Have nothing to do with it."
If you won't testify that you've got it... When you testify you still have your sickness, the devil keeps it with you. But you refuse to testify of it. Say, "I won't have it. No, sir."

 Oh, my. That's when you're getting faith. Give your faith a chance. Turn it loose; unbridle it; let it work. You've got it all bound down with traditions. Turn it loose; cut it loose. Let God have His way with you. Somebody's word's right, either what you're looking at or what God says. God's Word is true. Believe It. All right.But the first time you testify of your sickness, it brings you right down to that realm again. You signed for it. Refuse to sign for it. Testify of what you believe.
When I had stomach trouble, so bad till even the doctors said there's not...?... you. That was Mayo's too. I accepted Him upon this Scripture. He's the High Priest of my confession. I said, "I refuse to testify any more, nothing but what God says. I believe His Word."Jesus died to heal us. Every one of you is healed. Every one of you is healed right now. Jesus has already healed you; you just have to confess it and believe it. That's right. By His stripes you were (past tense) healed. That's when He did it at Calvary. That's when He overcome all sickness and sin and all, at Calvary, for you. Just like a table set, it's there. Only thing you have to go is go eat. You have to accept it, believe it in your heart, and confess it. And He's the High Priest of your confession.

So,   Would you accept the ''Box of Rattlesnakes?''

You do not have to accept anything the devil offers you, Regardless of what it is. Give your faith a chance. Turn it loose and let God have His way with you!

I hope you've enjoyed reading this post. I pray that it has blessed and encouraged you as much as it has me.May God's divine peace be upon whoever reads this. 
Post by Shalom G.

It's really the life that matters

Rather live me a life, than preach me a thousand sermons
Show me with your life which is the provided way of God
Shine on the narrow path, Illuminate it with your light for me to see
Prove to me by your fruits, that Christ has resurrected and in your soul doth he live
Speak to me less, and act more.
Let me see the life of your Master, whom you profess to love and faithfully serve.
Let me see it expressed in you.
For everybody else professes the same, all claim to be in the faith.
But where are the works? Did He not say greater works will you do?
Or did it say greater speech will you have? I beg your pardon.
Why then do you cast your attention upon preaching to me, do you not preach to yourself first?
Wonderful words I hear from your lips, words that irradiate higher knowledge than I had
I could tell that thou hast insight, and I reckoned it was only inevitable that your life will likewise testify.
Were my expectations haywire?
Oh I pray tell me, where is that power you speak of that transforms lives? I am dying to know, and so is the world. An antidote of love it needs, but where are His disciples to administer it?
So many preach and teach. They all claim to be His followers.
But where are those whose life they have?
Those who know that knowledge puffeth up, but charity edifieth.
Those who will ooze out unfeigned love to even the unlovable, who do not put up an act.
Thou knowest very well that these are confusing times; you say there’s more confusion in the world than there’s ever been. How then can I know which is truth, when all say they’ve got it?
How I loved it when I heard you say, “by their fruits you will know”.
And I ask you, where are your fruits?

Why?

All day e'ryday I will be found dressed in a skirt (or dress). Yes, everyday.

If you've seen me you've probably asked yourself; why does she do it?

So why?

Why do I  wear long loose garments that leave me looking undesirable to the world? garments that at times bring upon me reproach from peers? ...
Why do I veil my body and its form from the eyes of the world? ..
Why not show off a little? 
Why do I just do it?

Is it to be different? 
Is it because of culture or (African) tradition? 
In Christian terms, Is to present myself as a self righteous fanatic clinging to the ways of the Old Testament saints?
Is it to appear holier than thou?
Is it because I perceive that God’s favour is bought and am thus attempting to out-shine others before Him, that He may give me the biggest candy(in other terms, trying to obtain justification through the law)?
Is it because that’s how my church has ordained that it should be?

well, the answer is NO. 

I will tell you why I do it. (in another post)