Obituary of Jesus Christ

Jesus Christ, 33, of Nazareth, died Friday on Mount Calvary, also known as Golgotha, the place of the skull. Betrayed by the apostle, Judas, Jesus was crucified by the Romans, by order of the Ruler Pontius Pilate.

The causes of death were crucifixion, extreme exhaustion, severe torture, loss of blood and a broken heart.

Jesus Christ, a descendent of Abraham, was a member of the house of David. He was the adopted Son of the late Joseph, a carpenter of Nazareth, and Mary, His devoted natural Mother. Jesus was born in a stable in the city of Bethlehem, Judea. He is survived by His mother, Mary, His faithful Apostles, numerous disciples and many other followers.

Jesus was self-educated and spent most of his adult life working as a Teacher. Jesus also occasionally worked as a Medical Doctor and it is reported that he healed many patients. Up until the time of His death, Jesus was teaching and sharing the Good News, healing the sick, touching the lonely, feeding the hungry and helping the poor.

Jesus was most noted for telling parables about His Father's Kingdom and performing miracles, such as feeding over 5,000 people with only five loaves of bread and two fish, and healing a man who was born blind. On the day before His death, He held a Last Supper celebrating the Passover Feast, at which He foretold His death.

The body was quickly buried in a stone grave, which was donated by Joseph of Arimathea, a loyal friend of the family. By order of Pontius Pilate, a boulder was rolled in front of the tomb. Roman soldiers were put on guard.

In lieu of flowers, the family has requested that everyone try to live as Jesus did. Donations may be sent to anyone in need.

Important Update: Correction - Since the time of the publishing of this obituary, we have had it confirmed by many persons that Jesus has risen from the dead! He is alive and well. He has asked that we continue to help others and to share with them the Good News that Jesus Saves From Sin!

Oh Glorious Love

In my darkness Jesus found me,
Touched my eyes and made me see;
Broke sin's chain that long had bound me,
Gave me life and liberty.

Oh glorious love of Christ my Lord Divine,
That made Him stoop to save a soul like mine;
Through all my days and then in Heaven above,
My song will silence never, I'll worship him forever,
And praise Him for His glorious love.

Oh amazing truth to ponder,
He whom angel host attend;
Lord of Heaven, God's Son what wonder,
He became the sinner's friend.

Oh glorious love of Christ my Lord Divine,
That made Him stoop to save a soul like mine;
Through all my days and then in Heaven above,
My song will silence never, I'll worship him forever,
And praise Him for His glorious love.

by The Talley Trio

My Heart’s Desire

Let me walk in the path which my Savior hath trod,
Let me follow so close by his side.
For by trusting in him I am happy and free,
In the fold lf his love let me hide.

Let my heart e’er be fixed on my treasure above,
Let the pleasures of earth fade away.
For there’s nothing so lovely as Jesus to me,
Let me ne’er from his love go astray.

Do you ask why I love him the dearest of all?
Why so freely I yield unto him?
‘Tis because he has loved me and died on the cross,
My poor soul lost in sin to redeem.

It is blessed to serve him and do his good will,
For so precious to me is his love.
Let my talents and time all be given to him,
Till he calls me to meet him above.

In his love let me hide (in the fold of his love let me hide),
In his love let me hide (in the fold of his love let me hide);
For by trusting in him I am happy and free,
In the fold of his love let me hide (let me hide).

- By Lucena C. Byrum

Love is a choice

It was a busy morning, approximately 8:30 a.m., when an elderly gentleman in his 80's, arrived to have stitches removed from his thumb.

He stated that he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9:00 am. I took his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing it would be over an hour before someone would to able to see him. I saw him looking at his watch and decided, since I was not busy with another patient, I would evaluate his wound.

On exam, it was well healed, so I talked to one of the doctors, got the needed supplies to remove his sutures and redress his wound.

While taking care of his wound, we began to engage in conversation. I asked him if he had another doctor’s appointment this morning, as he was in such a hurry. The gentleman told me no, that he needed to go to the nursing home to eat breakfast with his wife.

I then inquired as to her health. He told me that she had been there for a while and that she was a victim of Alzheimer's Disease. As we talked, I asked if she would be upset if he was a bit late. He replied that she no longer knew who he was, that she had not recognized him in five years now.

I was surprised, and asked him, "And you still go every morning, even though she doesn't know who you are?" He smiled as he patted my hand and said, "She doesn't know me, but I still know who she is." I had to hold back tears as he left, I had goose bumps on my arm, and thought, "That is the kind of love I want in my life."

True love is neither physical, nor romantic. True love is an acceptance of all that is, has been, will be, and will not be.

The happiest people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the best of everything they have.

Gone on to her reward

Yesterday morning, Dori passed away. Her passing was swift and she was well prepared. Over the past week and a half, she said her final goodbyes to her family and to many of her closest friends. Having recently spent time in a nursing home and in the hospital, she had wanted to go her heavenly home from her earthly home, and God granted her desire. She passed away peacefully in her home with her husband and son by her side.

We will certainly miss Dori, but we are thankful that we have many fond memories of her and all the good times we have had for well over 45 years as family friends.

Rescue the Perishing or Perish the Rescuing?

This story is told of a small town of people who lived on a stretch of dangerous sea-coast where shipwrecks often occurred. Some of the townspeople decided to put some time, effort and money into a rescue operation. A small rescue station was built and the devoted members of the rescue team kept a constant vigil over the stormy sea, ready to use their little life boats to search for survivors in case of a shipwreck.

One stormy night there was a horrible ship wreck, and the small team went into action. As result of their dedicated effort, many lives were saved.

When the news of their rescue was spread around, more and more of the townspeople joined the rescue group. More and more funds were added and, thus, a bigger and better "rescue station" was built. The new building was transformed into a resort clubhouse which provided many recreational facilities for the fun and comfort of all their new members, supposedly, as they waited for another shipwreck. They built a gymnasium with the latest exercise equipment for after all, they reasoned, their members needed to be in good physical condition when they received the distress call to go on a rescue mission. They built a nice big cafeteria to feed all the new members. They kept their members well fed and even scheduled social hours for the entertainment of their diners. They built a large luxurious indoor/outdoor swimming pool so the members could learn how to swim, just in case they got a dreaded distress call. With all the new luxuries, it became popular to be a rescue mission club member!

Again, on a dark stormy night, the alarmed was sounded. However this time, very few of the clubhouse members dared to go out into the stormy waters to save lives. "Why would we want to go get all wet and take a chance of drowning themselves?", they said. A few of the members went out and a few lives were saved.

Later there was a division among the club members regarding the purpose of their existence.

Today, as the story goes, the town has grown in population and there are now a good number of exclusive clubhouses dotting the shore line. However, none of them are interested or concerned about rescue operations any more.

Does this story sound a bit like the modern-day Christian church to you? Have you ever been to a church meeting where the members pretty much kept to themselves, and greeted you rudely and almost coldly, if they greeted you at all? Are there churches that seem more like a social club with well planned social events rather than life-saving stations for the spiritually lost and dying? How many churches today spend far more of their annual budgets on staff salaries and building expenses rather then on outreach endeavors?

There is an old Hymn that goes this way:

Rescue the perishing, care for the dying,
Snatch them in pity from sin and the grave;
Weep o’er the erring one, lift up the fallen,
Tell them of Jesus, the mighty to save.

Though they are slighting Him, still He is waiting,
Waiting the penitent child to receive;
Plead with them earnestly, plead with them gently;
He will forgive if they only believe.

Down in the human heart, crushed by the tempter,
Feelings lie buried that grace can restore;
Touched by a loving heart, wakened by kindness,
Chords that were broken will vibrate once more.

Rescue the perishing, duty demands it;
Strength for thy labor the Lord will provide;
Back to the narrow way patiently win them;
Tell the poor wand’rer a Savior has died.

Refrain

Rescue the perishing, care for the dying,
Jesus is merciful, Jesus will save.

God doesn’t have any grandchildren

Thank God for grandparents! They are loving, kind, caring, and giving! If you were to ask most any grandparent, they would tell you that having grandchildren is wonderful too. In fact, I’m sure we have all heard it said that “If I’d known having grandkids was so much fun, I would have had them first.”

After so many generations of human beings, aren't there suppose to be great-great-great-grandchildren of God? You will notice, however, that the Bible never calls God our Grandfather, but only our Father. Why is that?

God doesn't have any grandchildren. He only has children.

Yes, He too is loving, kind, caring, and giving, but He has never experienced the joy of being a grandparent or having a grandchild.

Though you may have been born into a Christian home, becoming a true believer in Christ, becoming a child of God, is a personal decision. Your parents cannot raise a Christian. They cannot grow a Christian. You must choose to be a Christian.

A personal relationship with God has to be immediate and direct, like that between a father and son or daughter. As we read in John 1:12-13, But as many as received him, to them gave he power to become the sons of God, even to them that believe on his name: which were born, not of blood, nor of the will of the flesh, nor of the will of man, but of God. Each individual sinner must come to God through Christ, having been born of God by the regenerating work of the Holy Spirit. The fact that one’s father is a child of God does not give you a relationship to God as a “grandfather.” If a person does not receive Him by faith, we are not given the right or privilege to consider ourselves as one of His own.

Being born again is not a group experience. There are no twins or
triplets.... or octuplets. God has no grandchildren, only children, born from His Spirit alone. Being born again is a crucial personal choice that will fundamentally and radically change your life.

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