He Is Risen!

He Is risen, he is risen indeed.
Can this be true? I'm not quite believing what I'm hearing, That man died and yet credible witnesses, men and women are claiming he is alive. These were people who went to the tomb and saw with their own eyes the miracle that has occured.

I know he was dead, I put him there on that cross and yet the grave couldn't hold him. Death fears him.
But Why?
If death really fears him and the grave can't or couldn't hold him.
Can it hold me? Can I concur this as well through him?
I believe the answer is a loud and resounding YES!

Through this man, no through this saviour I have been granted freedom.
Freedom to Be, Freedom to Believe, Freedom to Become.

He died so that I wouldn't have to, He died so I could have a brighter future.
Even before I was born my days were laid out for me, And his death allowed the connection to be established. But its not his death I celebrate today. ITS HIS RISING AGAIN.
Its his willingness to keep after us, espescially when we humans would have given up
Who is this man? This Saviour? What is his name?

His name is Christ, Jesus Christ!
Do you know him?

Easter...what does it really mean?

Today is Good Friday....

Why do we call it that? What is so good about Jesus death on that cross?

Why would someone who was perfect be beaten, scourged, mocked and murdered for people like us? What is this insanity?

Actually to be more correct its the Easter Weekend. and again I ask why would anyone be beaten, mocked, scourged and murdered for Me? Why would God send his son?

For God did not send his son into the world to condemn the world, but in order that the world may be saved through him. (John 3:17esv)

The story of Easter, the truth of the gospel, the unbelivable yet true account of a man who knowing he was going to suffer did so willingly so that I could be saved, so that I could be free.

But Why?

Every Easter I seem to ask myself the same question and everyyear I get a different answer. This year is no exception. But how do I even begin to explain and share my answer...

I suppose the best place to start at is the beginning of the story.

A few weeks ago a pastor in the States held a Koran burning ceremony and a mock trial. In response to this several people died and the ripples of these actions are yet unknown. My question when I heard this was, What do we do now? How do we recover from this? And many, I mean many people heard where I was at and they either sided with me, or told me to let it go.

I refused and I thought about it long and hard and this is what I came up with, and it does fit witht the whole idea of Easter.

If we are Christ-followers and we are passionate aboutt eh gospel and the message of Christ, Why are we so quick to bury our heads and allow this man to damage the message of the gospel?
Christ came to save the world, he didnt come to hobknob with the rich and the the healthy, He didn't die for nothing, He died for our freedom, becuase we needed a bridge to get back to God.

And okay I'll admit its good to see someone doing something, but it was the wrong something.

But still they idea that a man would sacrifice himself, be beaten scourged mocked and murdered only to rise again three days later, so that we can sow discord and be doormats who refuse to stand up is proposterous.

So I ask again, why did he die? and what are we going to do about it? I for one am done sitting back, I for one Am ready to stand up and be counted amongst the people who stand for teh one who gave his life so that I could live mine.

Now what does Easter mean to you?

A word from the heart

Its strange how life seems to advance and to go forward in such a manner that we as people if not paying attention get left behind. I was reminded of this today as I attended the His Imprint Writers Conference held annually.in Saskatoon to encourage writers to keep going. Keep pressing on and pursuing their writing in a world were the word Christian and the name Jesus are to be used. It was an eye opener, A reminder that as life is difficult it is a grand thing to follow God with all your might and as a servant of the Kingdom of the most high God it is our duty to be servants and use every medium available to us to do the job we need to do. The integrity of our writing should reflect the integrity with which we go about our daily lives. How that looks for each of us is something we must discover for ourselves. If I want to live my life as unto the Lord, then I must do so even in my writing. What my writing is going to look like is completly up to God and if it takes me a couple years to get where I need to go, then so be it. But I will do my best. Follow along and see where this takes me. After All you never know till you try....right.

The Crazy ones.

Here's to the crazy ones,

The Misfits, the Rebels,

The troublemakers.

The round pegs in the square holes,

The ones who things differently.

They are not fond of rules,

and they have no respect for the status quo.

You Quote them,

Disagree with them,

Glorify or vilify them.

About the only thing you can't do is ignore them.

Because they change things.

They push the human race forward.

And while some see them as the crazy ones,

We see genius.

Because the people who are crazy enough to think

they can change the world.

Are the ones who do...

Dear Mom,

Dear Mom,

Thank you!

- For being my shelter in the physical realm

- For guiding me when life gets tough

- For teaching me that God is the only way

- For knowing when I just need a hug

- For leading me in the right direction

Mom, you've done it all it seems, you are an amazing woman and person.

And I am positive that you have super powers just because God made you able to be and do anything,

From play partner to doctor, friend to disciplinarian, I swear that you had and continue to have eyes in the back of your head.

I guess what I am trying to say in ton;s of words is that I love you and without you I can become lost. There are times when I have fallen down and struggled. Mom you've always picked me up. For this I can and do fondly smile.

You make me want to be a better person and you have set an example that is high above the rest.

As I grew up there were difinetly times when we didn't get along, so much so that our relationship became strained at times. But you never gave up on me, no matter what I do and how I do it, You Loved and Love me.

Mom, even when life is tough and my faith is low, mom when I see you, I see a small portion of God.

Mom, in your eyes I see God.

Love Your daughter

A fateful day....

I saw him, he was beautiful wellguess handsome with his white skin and perfectness. He was just sitting there and I knew I had to get him. But alas I am a poor plain girl who would never be able to be with him. I sighed and turned away unable to watch him any longer.
My heart was breaking as I returned to my parents home and told my mother about Benjamin. He was magnificet and yet I was unable to even dream of us being together.
I was saddened and as I waited hoping that Benjain would be seen again, I came home to Nipawin.
My tears quickly became tears of laughter and joy as I laid my eyes upon that lovely Specimen known as Benjamin.
Try as I might I could not contain my joy as I told the girls about him and showed him to everyone.
You see Benjamin is special, he responds ot me whn I ask him to, he writes me notes everyday and shows me amazing pictures.
I would also like you to meet Benjamin, he helped me type this story for you.
Benjamin and I are going to be together for a while now and I am happy for this.
Oh my sweet Benjamin, How I am intriged by you. all of your innerparts and programs are mine to discover and you respond to me so efficiently.
*sigh* such a wonderful Laptop you are....

(And you all thought he was an actal male right?!?!?!)

Twas the day before Christmas Eve......

Twas the night before Christmas Eve and all through Canada,

People were bustling from shop to shop,

getting ready to deliver gifts to loved ones and family.

Each day came and went with great anticipation,

yet within one home the traditons were folly.

The family was poor and they didin't have material goods,

but the thing that made them rich was the love and the closeness.

They laughed and they sang and they hugged and they cuddled.

But most of all they remembered the rules,

For the night of Christmas eve there was a special peace around all.

Christ Jesus was beong celebrated, warmly and with Joy

The reason for the season is getting forgotten, No one cares

No one wants to admit, that we are luving eachother less and less.

Remeber as you sit with family and friends.

To love and wish eachother Merry Christmas.

I know this poem does not make sense but yet I think y'all will agree

Merry Christmas and I Love you Have a Haooy Holiday

On me.....

Anna

Christian Vs Christ Follower.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WIZrgmuAER8

Do you LIVE FOR HIM, OR LIVE FOR YOU?
do you care?
are you uncomfortable or are you comfy?

Ask yourself that as you link to this it is so worth the thought.

Saying good bye to someone again

Okay so for those of you who live in Saskatchewan its probably been in all your newspapers that a young male from the Langham area has drowned and they still have not found his body. The young mans name was Preston Waldner, I had met him on several occasions while visiting my friend Brent in his hometown.
I feel for his family and will add them to my prayer list, I ask that you do to.

God has been very busy with me this week and the last few weeks, I have been at bible camp and have been very busy. I met a couple good christina kids, (Ha I can call you that cause yure younger XP) they did an amazing job at all that they did and Chris I wish i had a camera so i could officially compare youre wolverine costume to a pic of him in the third movie. any way not much more to say at his point bible lesson to come soon I promise.

Goodbye dear Friend

I was wrought through an emotional rollercoaster unlike any I have ever experienced this last week. I found out on May 5th, 2006 a friend of mine was killed in a head on collision near Elrose Saskatchewan.Now I say she was friend becasue she was my sister in Christ and at 34 had her whole life ahead of her or so we thought.
I grew up around our quiet and shy friend and didnot get eh chance to really get and know her until she became my junior youth leader then a small relationship was developed. I never did get the chance to get and know her as well as I wish I could have. She was definitly a role model for us all. She worked the nite shift at Royal Universtiy Hospital and was always know to have hard candy in her pockets. She always had a warm smile and this most annoying yet memorable laugh in the world.
I think that this week was the first time I actually broke down and cried in church and it felt good. I loved her smile and I will always remember her laughter and she was the one who put together a great womens retreat entitled simply. "WHEN LIFE GIVES YOU LEMONS MAKE LEMONADE" of course as cheesy as that line is it makes perfect asense, God will drop unexpected trials in our lives and through his help we can refresh our souls and make a great drink.
Her death was a lemon in the lives of many women but atthe same time her determination lives on in all of us.

On thursday we celebrated her life and I felt torn and drained and I still get frustrated, but God's there and I'm getting by, My friends and I are blessed to find that our boyfriends/husbands are there just to hold us when we need the vulnerable side of our radiance to be protected.

one story that we were told about Tracy(the one who passed) was that two weeks before the incident she was with her girlfriends and they were practicing for church, Tracy stated simply that If she were to die she would want the song 'I can only Imagine' to be played art her funeral, the reason being we can only imagine God's glory,, she would be in it and worshiping him for eternity.
Tracy was right and two weeks later her task fullfilled here on earth God called her home.
Of course she will always be missed as the bright sparkle eyed women who had a major knack for cnady and loving others.

\\I can Only Imagine.//
I can only imagine
What it will be like
When I walk
By your side

I can only imagine
What my eyes will see
When your face
Is before me
I can only imagine

CHORUS:
Surrounded by Your glory, what will my heart feel
Will I dance for you Jesus or in awe of you be still
Will I stand in your presence or to my knees will I fall
Will I sing hallelujah, will I be able to speak at all
I can only imagine

I can only imagine
When that day comes
And I find myself
Standing in the Son

I can only imagine
When all I will do
Is forever
Forever worship You
I can only imagine

In Memory Of Tracy Lynn Muc,
Beloved sister and friend,
Although you will be missed We know your home and happy,
and you were right we can only imagine what you get to see at this time.
March 23, 1972-May 5th, 2006

A single thought in a mulititude of memories.....I think

Okay so its been awhile since I came on to the site to post, no big deal I have been busy with other things....
for starters I have my wisdom teeth cut out of my mouth on the 17th of april (All four of them)
I have written and given my testimony/sermon for the first time last friday and I successfully managed to get one of my good friends mad at me. sounds like a normal life right???

So who so I think I am?

I tell you right now I am a royal preistess, a chosen one, a warrior I am one of Gods saints and really i need to step up I need to start reading my bible more and stop focusing on outward distractions like Harry Potter and t'v and musicals, i have recently discovered rent and LOVE it...

I ALSO have a job as a bill collector but despise it I want out bad but God wants me there for now, hopefully that will work out alright.