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For each offense, each lash of the whip, slap, spit, each betrayal, each rejection, and comment tested the mercy of him who is precious. He was man, but he was also God, and knowing that his inheritance would daily face these same darts from the enemy, he decided to subject himself to them by cringing on every turn. He knows his purpose, but yet knows that he is the only one who has been given the authority to avenge his mistreatment if He so desired.


One spoken word from his lips was all it could have taken, and judgment could have befallen all humanity. But, the fruit of love and self-control shielded his lips and his chest, which was already bruised with stripes produced by the most veil swing of man’s emotions.

Then came that hour when humanity would know its fate. When the Savior they rejected and despised, secretly knew what he was delaying when His Father looked upon the actions of men threatening his most precious gift. For they didn’t know that the one they were striking was God himself. The Father was vexed at his fallen now enemies but saddened at every bloody tear that flowed down the face of his beloved.

Echos streaming through the ear of the bruised, saying; “Son-just tell me now if you can’t anymore, and I will smoother the entire earth with my wrath. But, the Son raised his face at the marked spot and push forward without saying a word at every scream. Then the nails, for sure he would open his mouth and yell “enough”. For no man can endure that type of punishment knowing that death was his destiny. But he knew the time is ticking in the face of eternity when it shall all be tested, tick, tick, tick, toke.

“Father, forgive them for they do not know what they do” was his yell. The moment Mercy was tested!


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When do we draw the line?


America we have embraced the Idols of other nations and defended them, forgetting our creed of one nation under God, and not Gods. The veil is so wide open that not even our walls will stand a chance. We were instructed not to league ourselves to these practices but unfortunately, we allowed ourselves to be seduced. We are sleeping with the enemy and will eventually find ourselves like the one who was strong and mighty - Sampson.


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“Turn these stones into bread”, is what I heard. For somewhere in the annals of history my Savior journeyed into the wilderness accompanied by the Holy Spirit of God. And, in his weakness of flesh showed us his humanity and his divinity. For in his divinity he is the image and power of the invisible God.


“Turn these stones into bread” it echoed again and vibrated the fragile body of our Savior. For temptation was now lurking, and the fight for eternity was on. “If you are the Son of God, turn these stones into bread”. What meaneth this strange request and why bring into question his identity?


Was it magic that this serpent was looking for, was it doubt he was trying to create or was it more? These were the stones that would be used to build altars, temples, towers, and even be recognized for its impenetrable qualities. For the strong in faith wear that name, and a woman would be forgiven before a stone could ever touch her. And how about he who is called the “cornerstone”, who would reference himself as such.

Would our Savior submit to temptation and entrust what his hands can do - to fulfill the desperate plea of hunger, or would he trust in every Word that proceedeth from the full counsel of his Father’s mouth? For the moment he trusts in his ability, and what his own hands can mold, he will then certainly teach his offspring to do the same.

But no, he answered and said, “Man does not live by bread alone but by every Word that proceeds from the mouth of God”. The Words of God are like honey and should be trusted in the midst of any desperate plea. Do not take matters into your own hands and forfeit your obedience to God. For let us not forget he is the same one who causes manna to fall from the sky and feeds the multitude.


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