I dont know how others feel, but the Lord has been showing me how I have personaly failed to use the power of the Cross in every area of my life. How everything needed in our walk as Christians revolves from this power that is given us there. For on the Cross we find our forgiveness and the strength to forgive others, we find the strenght to be weak and surrender our rights, we find the ability take authority over death and sickness and every other attacks from hell that try to trespass upon our lives, the Holy temples of God.
As the Lord has shown me how to go to the Cross and surrender all, He has shown me that by doing this, He can begin the wonderful transformation in my life from the inside out. That as I surrender my right to my flesh and emotions, the true me arises in the form that God created me to be, a Spiritual man, walking with a fleshly body, but in obedience to His Spirit.
We give all the Glory to Christ for the Cross, and we are to thank Him for the powerful lesson we learn there and how it can give us a victory filled life.
-------------------- "Our King Jesus has mighty arms to pull us from the darkness into the saving Light of His Kingdom" RGW
Twenty years ago the Brazilian government turned a prison over to two Christians. The institution was renamed Humaita, and the plan was to run it on Christian principles. With the exception of two full time staff, all the work is done by inmates. Chuck Colson visited the prison and made this report:
When I visited Humata, I found the inmates smiling - particularly the murderer who held the keys, opened the gates and let me in. Wherever I walked, I saw men at peace. I saw clean-living areas, people working industriously. The walls were decorated with Biblical sayings from Psalms and Proverbs. My guide escorted me to the notorious prison cell once used for torture. Today, he told me, that block houses only a single inmate. As we reached the end of a long concrete corridor and he put the key in the lock, he paused and asked, "Are you sure you want to go in?"
"Of course," I replied impatiently, "I've been in isolation cells all over the world." Slowly he swung open the massive door, and I saw the prisoner in that punishment cell: a crucifix, beautifully carved by the Humata inmates-the prisoner Jesus, hanging on a cross.
"He's doing time for the rest of us," my guide said softly.