Jordan and his Master's Thesis

But I tell you that men will have to give account on the day of judgment for every careless word they have spoken. Matthew 12:36 (New International Version)

For the mouth speaks out of that which fills the heart.
Matthew 12:34 (New American Standard Bible)

… he saved us, not because of righteous things we had done, but because of his mercy…
Titus 3:5 (New International Version)

Heaven and earth will pass away, but my words will never pass away.
Luke 21:33 (New International Version)

This makes me giggle every time I think about it:
It happened yesterday. I was attending the Jesus House+ PraiseNight. Sitting in the front row. Technically it wasn’t really the front row. There were a couple of chairs for pregnant women, seniors and war veterans My sister and I we were sitting on the floor just in front of the stage.

It all started, and we sang the first song when I heard a couple of guys making some stupid jokes and shouting random trash just to disturb the event. I turned around and it really wasn’t hard to spot the guys causing the troubles because they were still in the process of disrupting MY worship experience
(on a side note: I saw some girls vigorously shaking their heads… guess they were pretty annoyed too).

I was mad… upset… close to explode… I would have loved to stand up and knock the bad boys around just to make them stop. It wasn’t the best idea I ever had
What else could I do? I took a closer look at the group. There was that one guy who totally looked like the leader of the gang. Should I beat him up to make the others stop? Nah… still not a good idea. So I just stared at him… for a couple of minutes. Didn’t take long for them to realize that (I didn’t have the brightest smile on my face ). The other group members started to whisper. One pointed his finger on me to call the big boss’ attention to me. As long as I was watching, they remained silent. *wohoo*
I won… NOT!

There I was… a believer in Jesus Christ attending a praise night to give glory to my God. And I could only think about hurting those little boys (17-19 years old, I guess) to finally make them shut up. I was pretty ashamed of myself.

I turned my back on them and my attention back to the stage, the music and Jesus. I started singing and praying. It was awesome worship After a couple of songs I turned around because I couldn’t hear my little friends anymore. Hard to guess what came next…

They were gone! I don’t know what happened to them. I tried to find out, but either I asked the wrong people or really nobody knew I certainly hope some security guy took them to another room and preached the gospel to them there, but I guess they just left. Anyway… God answered my prayers and made it possible for me to focus on the important matters.

Sometimes it’s just best to let go. Let God take control! Ask God for help to handle your problems.
He helped me… there is no way he wouldn’t do the same for you!

Redeemer
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Who taught the sun where to stand in the morning?
and Who told the ocean you can only come this far?
and Who showed the moon where to hide ’til evening?
Whose words alone can catch a falling star?

Well I know my Redeemer lives
I know my Redeemer lives:
All of creation testifies
This life within me cries
I know my Redeemer lives, yeah.

The very same God that spins things in orbit
runs to the weary, the worn and the weak
And the same gentle hands that hold me when I’m broken
They conquered death to bring me victory

Now I know my Redeemer lives
I know my Redeemer lives
Let all creation testify
Let this life within me cry
I know my Redeemer, He lives
To take away my shame
And He lives forever, I’ll proclaim

That the payment for my sin
Was the precious life He gave
But now He’s alive and
There’s an empty grave.

And I know my Redeemer lives
I know my Redeemer lives
Let all creation testify
Let this life within me cry
I know my Redeemer,

I know my Redeemer
I know my Redeemer lives
I know my Redeemer lives
I know that I know that I know that I know that I know my redeemer lives
Because He lives I can face tomorrow
I Know I know
He lives He lives yeah, yeah I spoke with him this morning
He lives He lives, the tomb is empty,
He lives I gotta tell everybody

Words and Music by Nicole Coleman-Mullen

Jesus is a lot more forgiving than most church members… (Robert H. Schuller)

You see, at just the right time, when we were still powerless, Christ died for the ungodly. Very rarely will anyone die for a righteous man, though for a good man someone might possibly dare to die. But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us. Romans 5:6-8 (New International Version)

Finally Pilate handed him over to them to be crucified.
So the soldiers took charge of Jesus. Carrying his own cross, he went out to the place of the Skull (which in Aramaic is called Golgotha). Here they crucified him, and with him two others – one on each side and Jesus in the middle.

Pilate had a notice prepared and fastened to the cross. It read: JESUS OF NAZARETH, THE KING OF THE JEWS. Many of the Jews read this sign, for the place where Jesus was crucified was near the city, and the sign was written in Aramaic, Latin and Greek. The chief priests of the Jews protested to Pilate, “Do not write ‘The King of the Jews,’ but that this man claimed to be king of the Jews.”

Pilate answered, “What I have written, I have written.”

When the soldiers crucified Jesus, they took his clothes, dividing them into four shares, one for each of them, with the undergarment remaining. This garment was seamless, woven in one piece from top to bottom.

“Let’s not tear it,” they said to one another. “Let’s decide by lot who will get it.”
This happened that the scripture might be fulfilled which said,
“They divided my garments among them and cast lots for my clothing.” So this is what the soldiers did.

Near the cross of Jesus stood his mother, his mother’s sister, Mary the wife of Clopas, and Mary Magdalene. When Jesus saw his mother there, and the disciple whom he loved standing nearby, he said to his mother, “Dear woman, here is your son,” and to the disciple, “Here is your mother.” From that time on, this disciple took her into his home.

Later, knowing that all was now completed, and so that the Scripture would be fulfilled, Jesus said, “I am thirsty.” A jar of wine vinegar was there, so they soaked a sponge in it, put the sponge on a stalk of the hyssop plant, and lifted it to Jesus’ lips. When he had received the drink, Jesus said, “It is finished.” With that, he bowed his head and gave up his spirit.
John 19:16-30 (New International Version)

Today’s post is going to be really short.

Just an answer to the following question:
“Why do you read the bible in English even though your native language is German?”

Actually my native language is Hungarian.
Well… to be precise: I grew up bilingual. I started learning German in school at the age of five.

To cut a long story short… I read the bible in English not because I don’t like the German language (’cause I do like it ). Neither do I read the bible in English because I like the English language (even though I do ).

I read the bible in English because it helps me to focus. There are some verses I just don’t understand after reading them the first time. Sometimes there are some words I don’t know yet which forces me to use a dictionary. By doing so it’s easier for my brain to process what I just read.
So basically it’s just a little trick I use to ensure that God’s word receives my best attention.

There you go… now you know!

Maybe you should try it too and read the bible in a language which isn’t your first language.
Just sayin’…