As Is - from www.rbc.net our daily bread
If anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; old things have passed away; behold, all things have become new. —2 Corinthians 5:17
The beat-up old car sits on the used-car lot, rusty and forsaken. Years of abuse and hard driving have taken their toll on the formerly shiny automobile.
A man walks onto the lot and is attracted to this rust bucket. He plunks down cash and the salesperson hands over the keys while saying, "I'm selling you this car 'as is.'" The new owner just smiles; he knows his cars, and he's about to restore this castoff to its former beauty.
Across town, a troubled woman sits in forlorn sadness, contemplating where she went wrong. Years of abuse and hard living have taken their toll on what was once a vibrant young girl. She's been mistreated by others so many times that she feels she has little value anymore. And after making her own mistakes and living with her own bad choices, she's sure she will be left on life's junk heap forever.
But then someone tells her about Jesus. Someone mentions that Jesus specializes in castoffs, that He is waiting to transform anyone who trusts Him—even her. Someone tells her that Jesus will take her "as is." She believes. She trusts. And Jesus begins to restore another lost person to the abundant life He has promised. —Dave Branon
The new life in Christ has begun—The past with its darkness is gone;Look closer to see what the Savior has done,For change is beginning to dawn. —Hess
Salvation is not turning over a new leaf, but receiving a new life.
I'm so glad.. Jesus tat you specialize in junks like me.. castoffs. Thank you Lord.. for loving us 1st when we were so unworthy.
Its lovely green this year at Raffles City.. beautiful. simply beautiful.. the columns shiny with green cloth. Christmas, my favourite time of the year, my favourite season. the time when I got saved, the time when i broke up, the time when Jesus was born. In a way.. i'm glad memories do fade.. slowly they'll jus be a faint memory stored at the back of my head. Cos i've learnt that we can choose to forget.. everything that I once had and even now.. was never mine to begin with.. but I was lucky enough to experience it.. thank you Lord.. for being so gracious and forgiving, for showing me your ways.. time and time again...
Beary's right.. its a new season.. and i'm out to etch new memories. :)
If anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; old things have passed away; behold, all things have become new. —2 Corinthians 5:17
The beat-up old car sits on the used-car lot, rusty and forsaken. Years of abuse and hard driving have taken their toll on the formerly shiny automobile.
A man walks onto the lot and is attracted to this rust bucket. He plunks down cash and the salesperson hands over the keys while saying, "I'm selling you this car 'as is.'" The new owner just smiles; he knows his cars, and he's about to restore this castoff to its former beauty.
Across town, a troubled woman sits in forlorn sadness, contemplating where she went wrong. Years of abuse and hard living have taken their toll on what was once a vibrant young girl. She's been mistreated by others so many times that she feels she has little value anymore. And after making her own mistakes and living with her own bad choices, she's sure she will be left on life's junk heap forever.
But then someone tells her about Jesus. Someone mentions that Jesus specializes in castoffs, that He is waiting to transform anyone who trusts Him—even her. Someone tells her that Jesus will take her "as is." She believes. She trusts. And Jesus begins to restore another lost person to the abundant life He has promised. —Dave Branon
The new life in Christ has begun—The past with its darkness is gone;Look closer to see what the Savior has done,For change is beginning to dawn. —Hess
Salvation is not turning over a new leaf, but receiving a new life.
I'm so glad.. Jesus tat you specialize in junks like me.. castoffs. Thank you Lord.. for loving us 1st when we were so unworthy.
Its lovely green this year at Raffles City.. beautiful. simply beautiful.. the columns shiny with green cloth. Christmas, my favourite time of the year, my favourite season. the time when I got saved, the time when i broke up, the time when Jesus was born. In a way.. i'm glad memories do fade.. slowly they'll jus be a faint memory stored at the back of my head. Cos i've learnt that we can choose to forget.. everything that I once had and even now.. was never mine to begin with.. but I was lucky enough to experience it.. thank you Lord.. for being so gracious and forgiving, for showing me your ways.. time and time again...
Beary's right.. its a new season.. and i'm out to etch new memories. :)
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