Power to change
Posted by Ps. Jenny | | Posted On Tuesday, November 3, 2009 at 10:28 PM
What is preaching all about?
When I have to preach a sermon, I sit down with my Bible and other books and prepare what I want to say.
Peter didn't have time to sit down and prepare. The Holy Spirit had come, and suddenly Peter was on his feet and preaching. (Remember, he was a fisherman - not a minister!). He told them about the message of the prophet Joel. But then what should he say?
READ
Acts 2:22-24
The Holy Spirit prompted Peter to tell the people about Jesus. What does Peter say about him?
THINK
Do you ever wonder what to say to your friends about what you believe? Try to remember the three things Peter said.
When I have to preach a sermon, I sit down with my Bible and other books and prepare what I want to say.
Peter didn't have time to sit down and prepare. The Holy Spirit had come, and suddenly Peter was on his feet and preaching. (Remember, he was a fisherman - not a minister!). He told them about the message of the prophet Joel. But then what should he say?
READ
Acts 2:22-24
The Holy Spirit prompted Peter to tell the people about Jesus. What does Peter say about him?
- Jesus is the Son of God (v. 22)
- Jesus was crucified according to God's plan (v. 23)
- God raised Jesus from the dead (v. 24).
THINK
Do you ever wonder what to say to your friends about what you believe? Try to remember the three things Peter said.
As The Holy Spirit Rains Down....
In solitude, I found my strength through You, Lord. With You, I need to revive....the deep-rooted essence of peace. Glide through my pours and quicken my thirst. Take me on Your journey to warm calm forests. I want to dance to the rhythm of Your Words.
Birds whisper melodies of endurance. Feeding the trees with vibrating pulses. Seeping breath into the soil, injecting the earth with love. Infecting the atmosphere with passion, igniting all senses through imagination.
You Lord, have awakened the flame in my being. Waves of vigour flow from the veins in my legs, to the follicles on my head. Each movement smolders through my blood, causing a union in faith.
Binding my joints, connecting in a symphony. Singing notes that slide down my throat, into my ribs and melting in my heart.