Heaven Came Down

Oh, what a wonderful wonderful day
Day I will never forget
After I wandered in darkness away
Jesus my savior I met
O what a tender compassionate friend,
He met the need of my heart,
Shadows dispelling, with joy I am telling
He made all the darkness depart.


Heaven came down and glory filled my soul
When at the cross the Savior made me whole
My sins He washed away, and my night He turned to day,
Heaven came down and glory filled my soul.

Fishers of Men

"And Jesus said unto them, Come ye after me, and I will make you to become fishers of men," (Mark 1:17) .


I went fishing the other day and noticed something very peculiar.  I noticed that all the people on the bank were trying to cast out into the middle of the lake to catch a fish and all the people in boats, out in the middle of the lake, were casting up near the bank trying to catch a fish.  I have realized that this has been a pattern I have observed and participated in all my life.

I have always been able to catch fish, whether it has been from the bank or out in a boat.  The principle has always been the same ... cast and retrieve ... cast and retrieve.  If I did not cast, I would not catch a fish and the more times I cast my bait, the more likely it would be that I would catch a fish.

The same principle exists when fishing for men.  Cast and retrieve ... cast and retrieve ... over and over agiain.  Keep casting the good seed ... keep casting the Good News and you will eventually catch someone for the Lord.

And the good part is that the Lord said He would "make you to become fshers of men."  Jesus does the catching.  Jesus does the cleaning up.  All we have to do is cast the Good News.  Let's go fishing!  Amen?!

If I Had Been the Only One

If I had been the only one in this

dark world of sin,

Still Jesus would have died for me.

He is my dearest friend.

The wounds He bore, the agony

upon the cross of pain.

Is more than I can fathom; for me,

He suffered shame.

It was for me His blood was shed,

He saw me in life’s time.

The stripes He bore, the crown

of thorns, for me. Now He is mine.

I surely would be hopeless, had

God not sent his Son.

Were I the only one on earth, still

Jesus would have come.