Reclaimed

My name is Henry Johnson,

I’m thirty-four years old,

My mother was a Richardson,

That story has been told.

I was born to John and Mary,

That’s my parents, now, you see–

My grandpa’s name was Terry,

And he married a Stacy.

I married Sarah years ago,

At the age of twenty-four,

She didn’t like to cook or sew,

But painted our front door.

We were brought to Christ our Saviour,

About seven years ago,

We were saved at once together,

I figured you should know.

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“Are You on Death Row?”

Twenty-eight year old Robert Howard paced from one side of the cell to another. He looked at his watch. “Five more hours,” he muttered.

He looked up in time to see a guard walking by. “Hey you,” Robert spoke.

The guard stopped. Turning to Robert, he asked, “Yes?”

“Got a preacher you can bring here?” Robert asked.

“Sure,” the guard replied.

Robert sat down on the cot and waited. Finally the minister arrived.

“You send for a preacher?” the preacher, Bruce Andrews, asked.

“I didn’t send for anybody,” Robert replied.

“The warden said you asked for a preacher,” Bruce answered.

“Well the warden’s wrong,” Robert said sourly. “Maybe it was my forty-four year old mother.”

“Well you can tell your mother that her request has been heard,” Bruce said.

“And how am I supposed to tell my mother? I’m less than five hours away from a lethal injection—”

“Did you send for a preacher?” Bruce asked, when Robert didn’t say anything for a few moments.

“Yeah,” Robert admitted.

“Is there something you want to talk about?”

Robert shook his head.

“Then why did you asked for a preacher?”

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Flight 389

          Cody's Airplane

            Beep! Beep! Beep! Click!

            Jane turned her alarm clock off and sat up. When she remembered what day it was, she was wide awake. It was May 23rd, at 3:00 in the morning, and today was the day she was to leave for Europe. Her parents were going to drive her to Denver, Colorado, where she would fly east to Chicago, change planes, fly to New York City, where the plane would re-fuel, and then fly to Paris, France. She quickly dressed and went downstairs to help with preparations.

After reading the Bible and finishing preparations, the James Yoder family left Cody, Nebraska and began the 364-mile trip to Denver, Colorado. Stopping at Ellsworth to fill up on gas, James continued to Lakeside.

“Good morning, sir,” someone greeted James as the family entered a small diner.

“Good morning,” James replied.

“Where are you from?” the stranger asked.

“Cody, Nebraska,” James answered.

“I’m Robert,” the man said, extending his hand.

“And I’m James,” came the answer.

“Where are you headed?” Robert asked.

“Denver,” James replied.

“Ya’ll Mennonites or Amish?” Robert asked next.

“Not any more,” James answered. “We used to be, but when a little Baptist church started up, we started looking at things and decided to join the Baptist church.”

“So, why are you headed to Denver?”

“Jane is on her way to Europe as a missionary,” James explained.

“I see,” Robert said. “Well, I wish you well on your trip.”

“Thank you,” James replied.

“You said you’re on your way to Denver?” the cashier asked as James paid for the meal a while later.

“Yep,” James replied. Continue reading

The Death of William Morgan

“It’s 8:00 P.M. on a beautiful Wednesday night. The weather man says it’s going to be sixty-seven degrees under clear skies. And I’m Dan Rogers; and I’ll be here until nine o’clock. Tonight on the show we have Mr. Duane Johnson; attorney at law and an expert on the occult. Mr. Johnson—you’re on the air.”

“Thank you, Dan, and good evening,” Duane answered.

“Mr. Johnson,” Dan began, “could you tell our listeners about yourself? Maybe give them your testimony?”

“Well, I was born about thirty-three years ago on a farm in western Oklahoma,” Duane began. “My mother was a third-generation member of Wicca, or ‘wise-women’; the ‘white witches’ that everybody knows about. My father was a fifth-generation, 29th—degree Mason. He was called a ‘Grand Scottish Knight of St. Andrew.’

“At the age of thirteen I became a member of the De Molay; the Masonic group for boys. My grandfather, who was a Shriner by that time, died shortly after.”

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Eternal Security

Do you believe in Eternal Security? Do you know what that term means?

Some people, such as the Mennonites, Freewill Baptists, and Amish do not believe in Eternal Security. These groups believe that a Christian can lose their salvation. Others such as the Calvinists and Baptists believe that one can’t lose their salvation. Who’s right?

One mistake people make is saying that you are either Calvinist or Armenianst. This is not true. Calvinists believe that you can’t lose your salvation because your one of the elect.

However, Eternal Security IS in the Bible. Take a look at the following verses:

Anchor—

 

Which hope we have as an anchor of the soul, both sure and stedfast, and which entereth into that within the veil; Whither the forerunner is for us entered, even Jesus, made an high priest for ever after the order of Melchisedec. (Hebrews 6:19-20)

 

Born Again—

 

Jesus answered and said unto him, Verily, verily, I say unto thee, Except a man be born again, he cannot see the kingdom of God. (John 3:3)

Marvel not that I said unto thee, Ye must be born again. (John 3:7)

Being born again, not of corruptible seed, but of incorruptible, by the word of God, which liveth and abideth for ever. (1st Peter 1:23)  

 

Eternal Inheritance—

 

And for this cause he is the mediator of the new testament, that by means of death, for the redemption of the transgressions that were under the first testament, they which are called might receive the promise of eternal inheritance. (Hebrews 9:15) Continue reading

The Trial

{Lord willing, this story will be in my book, WHAT WOULD YOU SAY? AND OTHER STORIES. I hope to have this book finished within the next year or so.}

   Joel Rogers sat up and yawned. Reaching over, he shut off the annoying alarm clock. He quickly dressed and went to the kitchen. Today was the day of a trial, and he had to be there. This trial had been waiting for eleven long weeks. First the detective had to find who all could have killed Brent Johnson. Then the detective had had to find the murderer out of the seven people that could have done it. And now the trial was scheduled for today.

   Joel arrived at the courthouse at eleven minutes past eight. The trial was scheduled for ten o’clock. As defending attorney, Joel had to prepare his papers and everything else.

   While the jury arrived, Joel quietly went to a storage room. Kneeling down, he prayed for guidance and wisdom. Although he doubted that the defendant was innocent, he prayed that the trial would go smoothly.

   When the clock turned 10:00, the judge entered the room, and the oath was taken. Only two people, Joel noted, affirmed. But that makes three of us, he thought, for Joel would not swear. He affirmed, but he didn’t swear.

   The court clerk read the charge:

   “On this day, August 8th, 20__, the Ford County Court in Dodge City, Kansas, brings to trial Miss Jennifer Ramsey of Huston, Texas. Miss Ramsey was arrested on charges of murdering Mr. Brent Johnson. During her hearing, Miss Ramsey pled ‘Not guilty’. We have, therefore, brought her before the honorable Judge Hansburg for the proper trial.” Continue reading