A Heart-Warming Surprise

In the 1970’s my father started a Bible school in the city of Huancayo, Peru. It turned into Bethel Bible Institute. One of the students was Julio Rojas Flores.

In the 1980’s the Shining Path terrorist were attacking the area were Julio lived. He and his family had to flee, because they didn’t want to join the terrorist movement. When Julio came to us at the Bible Institute asking for advice on how to proceed, it was not easy. I don’t remember all the details but for some reason Julio had to go back. We all gathered around him to pray. I felt like we were telling Julio, “Go back and die!” because we knew he would not join the terrorists and they would probably kill him. That was the first time I heard Dad cry. It was a desperate and loud cry because of the plight of a brother in Christ!

Years later, when there was no more threats from the terrorists, Julio returned to pastor a church in Ayacucho. He is still working tirelessly there. I see his posts on Facebook about the different villages he visits teaching the Word.

This morning I got the most heart-warming surprise I’ve had in a long time. Julio has made a video in memory of my father, Pedro Anderas as he was known in Peru.

Such a treasure, to remember the man whose only desire was to serve others. In the video my father mentions the Bible verse that moved him to do just that.

So then, as we have opportunity, let us do good to everyone, and especially to those who are of the household of faith. Galatians 6:10

The video is in Spanish and the Kichua language and has some of the typical music for the area in the Andes Mountains where Julio ministers.

Video in memory of Missionary Pedro Anderas


Per Anderas as a young missionary doing what he loved most,
teaching God’s Word

My father’s motto for the Bible Institute was to prepare servants. Young people would come and ask what kind of diploma they would get. “You will graduate as a servant of Christ,” would be the answer they got.

The first graduating class chose as the name DOULOS as their theme. Doulos is a Greek word that means slave, bondman, servant.

I am so glad that I chosen SERVE AND OBEY as my theme for this year. I was reminded today of the heritage that Dad left me. He was a servant, whose greatest desire was to do good. In the above video he was 86 years of age. He told the people that in Sweden when they reach retirement age they don’t work anymore. “But I can’t do that,” he said. As long as he had strength, Dad wanted to continue serving the people God had called him to.

My mother had a missionary calling since childhood, but she didn’t want to be a missionary. When she met Dad she was excited because she was sure he would not be a missionary. But every morning when Dad had his prayer time, he would see a map of South America before him, and he understood what it meant.

One day, Mom asked him if he had thought about being a pastor, because for her that could compensate for not following a missionary calling. “No,” said Dad, “but God has called me to be a missionary.” That settled it.

They had fifty and a few more years together, and their life was devoted to serving others. I will be sharing stories about their missionary life of service in the coming days.

Just as they obeyed the calling to serve God, I want to come to the age of 86 and say the same thing as Dad: “Others stop working, but I can’t do that!” As long as there is breath, I want to serve Jesus!

May you have some heart-warming surprise! Blessings by the bushels! Have a wonderful day!

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Service and Obedience

Half of January is gone. I feel like I’ve lost a big piece of 2018. I like to start the year with my theme, but we don’t rule over unexpected things that happen. As you know from my previous blog, the year ended with the loss of my father and being hit with the flu.

The loss of my father is his gain. The funeral is over. My youngest brother officiated. It was a cold day; everyone was shivering at the grave site. Somebody remembered how it was at my mothers funeral, right after 9/11. If you remember there were minutes of silence on the Friday after. It happened exactly at the moment my mother’s casket was lowered into the grave. Very impressive.

If Mom and Dad would have been looking down on Dad’s funeral, Mom surely would have said to him, “They didn’t do it for you! There were moments of silence when I was lowered into the ground!”

I can picture them having this discussion. Somebody in our family thought of the “joke.” It lightened the mood on that very cold January day in Vrigstad, Sweden. Now Mom and Dad are happily united, awaiting the resurrection and the meeting of all the saints for the great Supper of the Lamb! I’ll be there! I couldn’t be at their funerals, but I’ll see them again!

As I’m awaiting the day, I will continue my tradition of picking a theme for every new year. It’s a little late in coming, but here it is!

As I was reading the book of Joshua by the end of last year and came to the proclamation of the people of Israel about serving and obeying God, I had a strong desire to choose SERVE AND OBEY as my theme for 2018.

And the people said to Joshua, “The Lord our God we will serve, and his voice we will obey.” Joshua 24:24


As a backdrop I have the commands Moses gave the people.

“And now, Israel, what does the Lord your God require of you, but to fear the Lord your God, to walk in all his ways, to love him, to serve the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul, and to keep the commandments and statutes of the Lord, which I am commanding you today for your good?” Deuteronomy 10:12,13

Close to the end of his life, Joshua reminded the people of the same thing.

“Only be very careful to observe the commandment and the law that Moses the servant of the Lord commanded you, to love the Lord your God, and to walk in all his ways and to keep his commandments and to cling to him and to serve him with all your heart and with all your soul.” Joshua 22:5

This is what Moses the servant of the Lord commanded:

  • love the Lord your God
  • walk in all his ways
  • keep his commandments
  • cling to him
  • serve him with all your heart and with all your soul

As you can see, I like to use my hands to remember things. What God required of the people of Israel fits in a hand. The same requirements are for us, and they fit with my theme.

Use this method to teach children. Maybe you are a parent. Teach these commands to your children. Maybe you are a teacher. Teach the to your students. Maybe you are just you. Teach them to yourself!

Micah 6:8  What does the Lord require of you but

  • to do justice
  • to love kindness
  • to walk humbly with your God

Would you like to join in with me on making this a year of service and obedience?

We will talk more another day. I am now preparing lessons for the children on the adventures of faith with Moses and Joshua, 20 lessons to inspire obedience. Sorry, they are in Spanish!

Our Lord and Savior gave us the example:

“For even the Son of Man came not to be served but to serve, and to give his life as a ransom for many.”
Mark 10:45

Have a wonderful week!

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In Memory of a Beloved Father and Friend

Father, daddy, friend, hero, pappa, papito… they say in Sweden that a dear child has many names. My world is empty; I don’t have the man who shaped my life anymore. He was not just my Dad. He was my friend, my partner in mission work for many years, my hero throughout my life.

Per Hugo Anderås did not want to be called hero. He was the faith hero in my life. He was an example to me and my siblings of what it means to live a selfless life, a life in service to God.

As a child I did not appreciate Dad as I should. I thought he was too strict! But soon enough I began to appreciate this. Having a father who led me to find God’s way is a legacy that cannot be measured in gold. And that he was strict helped to keep me on the straight and narrow.

We used to dress up in Peruvian costumes
for our mission services.

Dad was not a people person. That was my Mom’s strong side. Sometimes he was harsh in expressing himself, but he meant well. He had problems with contacts, but his heart was in the right place. Thanks to his selfless love, many people in the Peruvian Andes have been richly blessed by his missionary endeavors.

In 1948, Dad, Mom and I left Sweden for a missionary life in Chile. In 1956, we arrived in Peru as the first Swedish missionaries. From Arequipa we moved to Tarma, and later to Huancayo, where Mom and Dad spent most of their lives. In addition to planting the church, Dad established a Bible institute, a home for children whose parents were in prison, organized children and youth camps, helped single mothers, had clean water installed in a poor neighborhood, opened feeding stations, etc.

My Hero Father feared the Lord and delighted in His Commands. I am most thankful because he taught me to fear God and delight in honoring God’s Commands.

Many times I’ve asked myself, how come I was so privileged to have missionary parents, more than that Christian parents? I don’t have words enough to thank God. Dad hoped to reach 100, but he was given 97 years! I will not be able to attend his funeral but let me leave here some of my memories.

What was the best thing about my Dad? That he led me to know the best Father in the universe, my Heavenly Father. The older I get the deeper grows my gratitude for being born into a Christian home and having received a father whose mind was set on proclaiming God’s love. Dad was a young man when he came to know Jesus.

These are a few of all the things that I will always remember and cherish about my father:

His life as a true follower of Christ has been a role-model for me. One thing that impressed me very much years ago, was when Dad were slandered. I thought he should defend himself, but he said that he would just leave it in God’s hands, and that truth would prevail. The people that were planning on having his blood run down Main Street got the shorter straw. Dad lived to be 97!

Whoever walks in integrity walks securely, but he who makes his ways crooked will be found out. Proverbs 10:9

Love, honesty, sincerity, generosity, patience, joy, faith, humility… these are some of the features I saw in my father, but most of all integrity. He could be harsh, and at times, kind of blunt. He said what he meant and meant what he said! He always did what was right, but sometimes he didn’t do it exactly right!

I love that Dad was my friend. When I was fifteen and Mom worked as a house-mother at a boarding school for missionary kids, I stayed home and “took care” of him. I loved it! I think that’s when we built our friendship. It all started when he lost confidence in me (because I had gotten a boyfriend). He told me I had to rebuild the confidence, and in rebuilding it, I built a friendship.

If you wonder about the boyfriend thing, keep in mind that my parents were “old-fashioned” Swedes and were not used to the American custom of “dating.” At the time we were attending an American school in the jungles of Peru.

Dad taught me to have faith in God, to trust him unconditionally. For that I am most thankful. I have seen him do missionary ministry by faith, building and constructing, helping the needy, and trusting God for every penny. I’ve admired him many times and I am glad to follow in his footsteps.

Dad did a good job as disciplinarian. Of course, as a kid I didn’t like it. He was too strict! Now I appreciate it. I don’t know if I ever got spanked, but he did it with bare hand on bare butt. Sometimes we’d have to go to bed without food, or just go to bed in the middle of the afternoon. My sister Ingrid said one time that she’d rather get a spanking and be able to go out and play.

When we started a church in Arequipa, Dad was my teacher. The interesting thing is that thirty years later, I would come to the United States to work on revising and renewing the curriculum Dad had used back then! What twists and turns life takes!

I have been his student in Bible schools he led and I had the privilege of working together with Dad as a fellow-teacher in the Bethel Bible Institute he founded in Huancayo, Peru. And I have listened to uncountable Bible studies at church with Dad as a teacher.

My greatest experience with Dad as my pastor is when he helped me give my heart to Jesus as a five or six-year-old. He was my pastor as a child and as a teen-ager, and then later when my late husband and I worked with him, and Bengt was the co-pastor.

My first great memory of Dad and I in a missionary endeavor was when he took me on a journey to the jungle, far from the main roads, with just paths for mules and walking. I was thirteen and he looked so young people thought I was his wife. We had a hard time convincing a lady that I was his daughter. Of course, as a missionary, I was with Mom and Dad since I was two years of age and they took me to Chile.

Dad and I were co-laborers in Christ. We worked together in Tarma, when he was building a church there. I worked together with Mom and Dad in starting a church in Huancayo. We have co-labored in the Bible Institute I’ve mentioned above. Dad was not only my father and friend, but we worked together for the sake of Christ.

This was a hat that Dad wore with all honors. Since the beginning of the 90’s I’ve had a freelance translation ministry. Dad helped me very much to keep it going and he helped us stay alive as a family because we all depended on that extra income. When Mom and Dad lived in Wisconsin we had “Branch 2” of Royal Palm Translations. I cherish that memory!

Not only has Dad helped me with translations but for a few years he was a very prolific typist. All the materials I had written over the years and that I started to publish on my Spanish web sites he typed. He has typed at least 160 lessons and for sure 100 stories at least. It was sad when his eye-sight failed him and we could no longer have that working relationship. With Dad helping me, he helped so many others.

When Dad as a young man told his mother that he would become a missionary, she said, “How are you going to be a missionary? You cannot build a house?” He couldn’t, but he learned! He did a lot of constructions over the years! A carpenter father is what all his children probably remember very well!


Mom and Dad starting one of the many building
projects during their missionary journey

When I was a kid Dad made me a dresser with each drawer a different color. When that dresser was “lost” due to sad circumstances, he made a replica, in the United States, a little dresser that now has an honored place in my home. I love it! Dad made the changing table for my babies. What a sad day it was, years later, when somebody had taken that treasured piece of furniture and made it a rabbit-cage! Dad also made a bunk-bed for our girls when we lived in Peru. Many people have benefited from Dad as a carpenter, and he has taught many young men and women to do carpentry!

Dad has been very helpful to me and Bengt through the years with packing. He packed up our things in Chaclacayo, when we had left them for a family to use and they messed up. He helped us pack when we moved to Bolivia. And he came to Springfield to help us pack up when we sold our house and moved to down-size a bit. It was cheaper for me to buy him a ticket from Sweden than to enlist movers. My late husband’s health was too weak for him to do the job. Dad was a good packer!

I appreciate so much the way Dad took care of Mom. During the worse of my cancer treatments, sometimes I felt a little “envy” because of the good way Mom was taken care off. He surely showed what a loving husband is like. After Mom’s passing Dad remarried, and in his last years he had a cute little wife that took care of him!

Dad was blessed with 5 children, 19 grandchildren, and 38 great-grandchildren.


Dad with my grandson David in 2004

I’m leaving the best for last. What better can be said of a father than that he has been a spiritual leader? For that I am forever grateful. I’m walking the paths of God because Dad walked before me. He appreciated my talents and let me develop them during the times we labored together for Christ.

Let me wrap this up with declaring Dad my hero. I am sure Ingrid, Agneta, Pepe and Lars agree with me. Dad is our hero! How privileged we are to have had such a Dad. He was not perfect; none of us are. But as perfect at a father can be, he was. Whenever I told Dad that he was my hero, he didn’t like it. He did not consider himself a hero

I’m sorry I will not be able to attend the last farewell. It will be in Sweden, January 8th. I got a strong flu the same day Dad moved home to God. But I will be part of the welcome party in heaven!

My biggest wish is that we should all meet there one day.

At Jesus’ farewell discourse to his friends he talked of the many rooms in his Father’s house and that he was going to prepare a place for them. “And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and will take you to myself, that where I am you may be also” (john 14:3).

There is room for everyone around the table with Jesus. I will meet my loved ones that have gone before! Dad we will meet again!

Do you have the hope of meeting up in Heaven?

Jesus invites you!


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Breakfast on Earth, Supper in Heaven

“Blessed are those who are invited to the marriage supper of the Lamb.” Revelation 19:9

My favorite person, my hero, my DAD was on his way to have breakfast. That’s when he was called home, to have supper in heaven!

He is blessed, he is among the “invited” to supper with Jesus! He is the man who taught me the way to God. He is the man who prayed for me to receive Jesus as my Savior. He is the man who modeled for me what it means to have faith in God. He is the man who was always there to give me advice. He is the man who officiated my marriage with Bengt. He is the man who drove us to the hospital when our Firstborn was on the way (120 km). He is the man who was with us when we put to rest that precious girl. He is the man I could always count on. He is the man who typed all my printed lessons and stories from my ministry in Bolivia, when it was time to put it online. He is the man… memories just come flooding one after another.

I am so glad for the last conversation I had with him. I asked him to greet Jesus from me, and to say hi to Mom, to my Bengt, and to our Eva-Marie. Then we talked about our loved ones that have not received Jesus as their Savior and Lord. How we wish that one day all of us will be together at the marriage supper in heaven.

Per Hugo Anderås had a big family:

  • 5 children
  • 19 grandchildren
  • 39 great-grandchildren (I hope I counted right)

To have had a Dad who was your best friend is a privilege. To have had him such a long time is unbelievable. He lived 97 years!

Mom passed away in 2001. Then Dad remarried in 2007. His little Peruvian wife (I say little because she was just half his size) cared for him to the very end. He was blessed to have her!

I feel blessed beyond blessed to honor the memory of the man that formed my life. I started my missionary journey with him and Mom in 1948. I had my first missionary trip with him in the Andes Mountains. We worked together in missionary ministry. I will write a special blog later.

Three years in a row I visited him for his birthday and stayed for a few weeks. Some of you might remember my stories from Sweden. I’m so glad I was able to spend that time with him.

This is my favorite picture from that time. That is how I will remember my hero.

“Dad, before you know it, I’ll be joining you at the table, for the biggest and most wonderful suppers of all.”

You, my friend, are also invited. Jesus is the way to heaven. He wants to share supper with you, too. Will you be there? I hope so!

Are you ready? If not, send me a note and I will explain the way to you.

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The Joy of Christmas

And the angel said to [the shepherds], “Fear not, for behold,
bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people.

For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior,
who is Christ the Lord.”
Luke 2:10,11

To all my faithful readers and friends I want to wish a very blessed Christmas.

Both my assistant Cristina and I are what we sometimes refer to as  “under the weather.” She had tears in her eyes when we talked about it this morning. It’s not fun to be sick at Christmas.

I had many plans of things I was going to do, things I was going to write… it will have to wait. Before we know it Christmas will come around the corner again.

I was deleting some files and thought I better open them before sending them to the recycle bin. Low and behold, there had been a mix up. The file had lots of things I have written about JOY. So, what better thing than to remind myself and all my friends what really matters… The Joy of Christmas.

Jesus Christ my Savior is the joy of my heart and the joy of Christmas. Last year my theme was “Joy in the Holy Spirit.” I will have a new theme for 2018, but I will keep this one in my heart, to always have the joy of the Holy Spirit, and I wish to forward it to you. Whatever our circumstances are, let the joy of the Lord fill us.

Here are some ABC’s of the Joy God brings to my heart. I’m sure you can agree with me. “A happy heart makes the face cheerful” (Proverbs 15:13). May you always keep a song of praise to God in your heart, and your face will smile! Keep the joy of Christmas every day of the year!

Things about God that
make me happy

Admirable answers to prayer

Blessings beyond belief

Comforting and caring counsel

Delightful deeds of deliverance

Ever-present eyes of encouragement

Faithful forgiveness and freedom

Glorious gift of grace

Holy hope and honor

Incomparable inheritance in Immanuel

Joyous justification in Jesus, my

King and kinsman Redeemer

Living, longsuffering love

Majestic and miraculous mercy

Noble new name (Revelation 2:17)

Opportunities to obey my omnipotent Father

Perfect peace and prevailing power of prayer

Quietness and quickening of the soul

Redeeming, righteous refuge

Splendor of glorious salvation

Tender truth and tenacious tolerance

Unfailing understanding

Victory through my victorious Lord

Wealth of the wondrous Word of God

eXalted expectation

Yesterday, today, and forever He is the same

Zion awaits!

Be blessed this Christmas with a song of praise to God
and it is bound to be a good Christmas!

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Remembering my Firstborn

This is the day! It’s the Saint Lucia day in Sweden, celebrating the “queen of lights.” That’s the day my “queen of light” went to the place where there is eternal light, no darkness! No pain! No suffering! No tears!

Here I am in my loneliness, letting the memories flow. It’s been 16 years since she moved to a better world. I have her little shoes that she took the first steps in. They were white, but I painted them green. It took time before she could hold her balance. Very much was different with her. Not until she was three years old were we told the reason for all her “problems.” Our princess had cystic fibrosis. When the time for her last journey came, her body had no energy to fight.

Fight? Why would she fight against moving home to God? I wish you could have been with us the moment when she let go. It was a sacred moment. “Evita –I said to her–, go home to God!” It would have been selfish to keep her. She had battled a long time, fought a good fight!

I read to her Paul’s words in 2 Timothy 4:7,8.

I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith. Henceforth there is laid up for me the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous judge, will award to me on that day, and not only to me but also to all who have loved his appearing.

Then we shut down the devices that kept her alive. We did not want to do it, but we had to. And then there was only a flat line on the screen. I can picture her as the angels came to usher her the soul home to God, and Jesus giving her a welcome hug!

No more respiratory distress! No diabetes. End of the asthma! No more Meniere’s. I don’t remember the long list of ailments… Now she is healthy and whole! Lucky her, I want to say. But I have the same hope. Soon it will be my turn.

First Advent Eva-Marie was with us. I’m so glad we took this picture. Just a few days later came the pneumonia. Then the hospital stay in the intensive care. Her entire body was infected. My friend Karen told me that the doctors were just waiting for our decision to turn off the artificial aids.

It was hard. It wasn’t fun for Carina to lose her only sister. And Smulan, Eva-Marie’s poodle friend and companion, could not understand why she never came back from the hospital. They had more than ten years together! Smulan (little crumb) was Eva-Marie’s “salvation” against loneliness. It is very lonely to have a chronic illness.

This morning I watched NASCAR videos with the boy who filled the void after Eva-Marie. When David was born, 14 years ago, I literally felt the hole closing. Now that he is in High School, and comes every morning to wait here for the school bus, he brings me such joy! Today was the first time we watched NASCAR videos. It was fun! Usually we play Words with Friends on the phone. Can you believe that he is beating me in Spanish? His little fingers move like lightning over the keyboard and he tries different combinations until he gets a word. Who cares that he doesn’t understand it!

My friend Karen has also received a welcome hug in heaven. My Bengt has also been welcomed home. I still have work to do. The last Sunday this year I will celebrate 400 Perlitas, the stories I have published online for eight years, faithfully every week.

Eva-Marie loved the La Perlita paper that we printed and distributed when we were in Bolivia. Now we’re celebrating 400 online stories, and my Assistant Cristina will have a party in Lima, Peru. It will be for her niece Ale and her little friends.

Do you have the hope of heaven for the day it is your turn to leave this earth? Jesus is the way to God. I’ll be happy to help you find that hope. Send me a message.

See you soon!

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Not an Iota Will Pass Away

Not one word of all the good promises that the Lord had made to the house of Israel had failed; all came to pass. Joshua 21:45

“And now I am about to go the way of all the earth, and you know in your hearts and souls, all of you, that not one word has failed of all the good things that the Lord your God promised concerning you. All have come to pass for you; not one of them has failed.” Joshua 23:14

After reading Max Lucado’s book “Glory Days” I dove into the Book of Joshua. Lucado’s book is based on Israel entering the Promised Land.

It has been a very interesting read. I highly recommend Lucado’s book and, of course, God’s book about his servant Joshua.

What an amazing man! Joshua, I mean. What an astonishing assignment! To bring the people into Canaan and to conquer the land and give each of Israel’s tribes their allotments, what a job!

God had prepared him during the long years of wilderness wandering as Moses’ servant. God exalted Joshua in the sight of the millions of Israelites.

On that day the Lord exalted Joshua in the sight of all Israel, and they stood in awe of him just as they had stood in awe of Moses, all the days of his life. Joshua 4:14

I’ve read the Book of Joshua many times. I’ve even written a set of Bible lessons on Joshua’s “adventures.” But this is the first time I have read it and tried to put myself in his shoes. Of course, those shoes swallow me. Compared to him I’m no bigger than a ladybug, but I’ve also experienced putting my faith in the Lord and seeing miracles!

One of the secrets to Joshua’s success is that he followed the Lords’ instructions, given to him at the beginning of his ministry.

“This Book of the Law shall not depart from your mouth, but you shall meditate on it day and night, so that you may be careful to do according to all that is written in it. For then you will make your way prosperous, and then you will have good success.” Joshua 1:8

God’s Word is the foundation, a true and solid rock to stand on, because not even an iota will pass away. Every word written in God’s Book is true and will come to pass.

Let me give you tree easy steps to remember, things that God said to Joshua, and that no doubt he says to each one of us.

SPEAK the Word
“This Book of the Law shall not depart from your mouth.”

MEDITATE on the Word
“You shall meditate on it day and night.”

DO according to the Word
“Do according to all that is written in it.”

For those of us who are visual learners I’ve done an illustration to help us think of the three important things God instructed Joshua. Mouth, heart, and hands. The Word is in your heart. You meditate on it day and night, and it flows out through your hands. You do it!

What three promises did Joshua receive?

  • No man shall be able to stand before you all the days of your life.
  • Just as I was with Moses, so I will be with you.
  • I will not leave you or forsake you.

“No man shall be able to stand before you all the days of your life. Just as I was with Moses, so I will be with you. I will not leave you or forsake you. Be strong and courageous, for you shall cause this people to inherit the land that I swore to their fathers to give them.

Only be strong and very courageous, being careful to do according to all the law that Moses my servant commanded you. Do not turn from it to the right hand or to the left, that you may have good success wherever you go.” Joshua 1:5-7

We can trust the Lord to be with us, just as He was with Joshua. Jesus, our “Joshua,” has promised:

“For truly, I say to you, until heaven and earth pass away, not an iota, not a dot, will pass from the Law until all is accomplished.” Matthew 5:18

Amid your Christmas “busyness” take the time to speak the Word, meditate on it, and do according to what is written. That’s the road to success.

God is with us. Jesus is “God with us.” Christmas is the glorious Season of remembering the most precious gift ever given to men. Jesus is the Reason for the Season!

Not one iota of everything God has promised in his Word will pass away. Everything will come to pass. Even the smallest step of faith can activate a mighty miracle.

The most glorious thing that has not been fulfilled yet is that Jesus is coming again. Are you excited about His coming? A meeting in the clouds awaits us!

If you are not sure about this, sent me a note so I can help you. We all need to be ready for Jesus’ return.

May you be blessed beyond measure!

Scriptures: ESV



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