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Is There Any Word

Zedekiah whispers, Jeremiah hollers “THERE IS”—God’s blazing Word, hotter than noonday, frees repentant hearts, chains the proud; reckon whether you’ll be Spirit-filled or staggering drunk when judgment blaze ignites today.

I Saw Also The Lord

Isaiah saw what Uzziah never could: the Lord, high and lifted up, holy beyond words, shaking thresholds with glory—until the coal came, the lips were cleansed, and the man was ready to preach. He saw also the Lord…!!!

Let Us Play The Men

Hemmed in on every side, Joab didn’t falter—he chose brave men, took courage, and declared, Let us play the men for our people, and for the cities of our God , and let the LORD do that which seemeth him good.

He That Hath No Sword

Come Unto Me

Weary of religion’s grinding gears gone blind? Jesus calls: “Come to Me.” Drop man-made chains, lift His feather-light grace, drink living Word, enter soul-Sabbath—childlike, awake, forever sheltered. Friend, don’t miss it!

This Is My Beloved Son

Cloud splits, face blazes, garments blaze; Moses and Elijah vanish. Voice thunders: “THIS IS MY BELOVED SON—HEAR HIM.” Every memory bows: ignore tabernacles, traditions; fix ears on Jesus alone—revival begins.

Who Touched Me

Sick twelve years, she slips through the crowd, fingers grazing Christ’s robe. Virtue surges, plague dries, heaven halts: “Who touched Me?” A secret exchange—her faith, His power—blood washed, daughter reborn.

Why Was This Waste

Judas groans over “waste,” counting pence; a woman’s shattered alabaster floods Bethany with worship. Christ defends her lavish love—poor endure, He soon departs; her poured perfume preaches forever.

What Do We

Back then, scheming Pharisees convened a panicked “What do we?” council to choke Christ’s miracles. Today the church asks “What do we?”—to reclaim place and nation and let revival burn.

Alas How Shall We Do

Syrian army encircles Dothan; servant panics: “Alas, how shall we do?” Elisha prays, eyes open: fiery chariots ring the hills; blindness strikes foes. Fear not—heaven’s host outnumbers hell’s threat today.

Let Him Be God

Lone Elijah pits drenched altar against 450 prophets; strange fire fails but heaven’s blaze consumes sacrifice, stones, water. Verdict thunders: The LORD alone commands fire—bow now, false gods burned out

He Had Power Over God

Israel trades olive oil for idols, yet Jacob’s heel-gripping tenacity reminds us: prevail with God, defeat hell’s lament. Covenant faith, not foreign chariots, conquers—seek the Lion’s roar, not Satan’s wailing.

Can Satan Cast Out Satan

Pharisees brand Jesus prince of devils; Christ exposes their absurdity—Satan won’t sabotage his own domain. A divided kingdom falls. Spirit-driven miracles proclaim God’s reign—choose unity in Christ, not foolish slander.

Whose Wife Is She

Sadducees mock the resurrection; Jesus snaps their puppet strings, declaring heaven’s children beyond marriage. Gospel rings: widow not bound to seven men—yet a bride of risen Christ. Hallelujah, truth triumphs.

By What Authority

Synagogue shakes as Christ commands demons, not committees; priests sneer, “By what authority?” He counters with John’s baptism, silencing  clerics. Heaven’s decree crowns Him— The King of kings quenches darkness.

What Mean Ye By These

Jordan parted, twelve river-rocks stacked high cry out: remember! God’s mighty hand delivered; set memorials in your soul. Stones preach louder than lips—what do yours shout about His power today?

Could Not Ye Watch

Peter swears allegiance unto death, yet moments later slumbers. Christ bleeds alone in Gethsemane, cup looming. His rebuke thunders: Could you not watch one hour? Resolve falters; vigilance decides destiny.

Wilt Thou Be Made Whole

A decades-stuck man meets Christ at Bethesda; angelic cures failed, but Jesus commands, “Rise.” Wholeness outweighs healing; repentance prohibits relapse; every listener must decide:.

If It Be Thou

Storm rages, Jesus strides oceans; Peter wavers: “IF IT BE THOU—bid me come.” Faith defies gravity, doubt sinks, yet Christ’s hand yanks him up. Lesson: question less, stride toward Him forevermore.

What've I  To Do With Thee

Gadarene shrieks from tombs, chains shredded; spotting Jesus he howls “What have I to do with thee?” Christ thunders freedom, swine drown, madman sits sane, broadcasting to Decapolis redemption’s marvel.

I Will Be Thou Clean

Leper stumbles from shame-soaked alley, collapses before Jesus; He stretches fearless hand, whispers “I will—be thou clean.” Pride melts, flesh mends, blood sings, will you trade self-will for saving touch?

We've Seen Strange Things

From leper cleansed to a roof-lowered paralytic forgiven, Capernaum’s cottage erupts: God strides dusty floors. Some say “We've seen strange things today”—faith overturning ordinary expectations indeed.

See The Goss Pill

Pharaoh thunders, Israel panics; Moses hollers “Stand still!”—Red Sea splits, breeze blazing gospel remedy. Watch God crush chariots, hush your griping, swallow the salvation pill, stride forward in triumphant awe.

He Opened His Mouth

Philip deserts comfort, sprints through Gaza’s dust, Opens his mouth, preaches Christ to a moneyed eunuch; faith ignites, baptism splashes—preaching that reaches, kingdom-urgent, megachurch not required.

Is The Lord Among Us

Israel whines in Sin’s dusty corridor, Moses strikes rock, heaven’s fountain gushes; God waves fearless, rebuking doubters: quit bellyaching, saints, the Lord marches beside us—banner aloft, all your way, miracle-splashed.

Is Anything Too Hard 

At a hundred years old, Abraham laughed. At ninety, so did Sarah. But God made a promise and posed a question that silences doubt forever—Is any thing too hard for the LORD? Nay I say, Nay!