I Am Just A Nobody...


"I am just a nobody, telling everybody that there is SOMEBODY who can save everybody"- Melvin Graham

This is going to be short, and straight to the point.


Do you have a relationship with God or are you still searching?

Are you a christian yet or are you still thinking about it?

If you died tonight, would you go to heaven? 

Are you ready for heaven?

This short 'essay' is targeted at two groups of people. I belong to one of them :)
Group A:  It is what it is, you have to be born again. 

Group B: If you took the bold step of accepting Christ as your Lord sometime ago but have now reneged on some of the promises you made to Him, you are not alone. (I'm right here). 

This is just a simple reminder that is intended to strike a chord of remorse and genuine repentance, so you can trace your steps back to God.

There is really nothing new here. The gospel has been preached over and over again, and the message has remained the same because the truth has not changed.

Allow God to start playing a pivotal role in the decisions you make as you navigate through life. 
Heaven is real o, so is hell, and simply put, "except a man be born again, he can not see the kingdom of God".

So if you have never accepted Jesus as your savior, or if you have but you know deep down that it has to be done again, then let's do it right now.

No, I don't want to put a 'say after me' prayer here, I'd simply advise that you do it your own way.
Tell it to God, bare your heart and soul to Him.
If your desire to know and surrender to Him is strong enough (I really hope it is), then the perfect words will come to you.

That said, "Let us hear the conclusion of the whole matter: Fear God and keep His commandments, For this is man's all. For God will bring every work into judgement, including every secret thing, whether good or evil" Ecclesiastes 12:13-14 (NKJV)
                                          
PLEASE, PONDER ON THESE.
God help us all....                                                                                                     

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