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ALL LIVES MATTER

ACRES OF DIAMONDS

ON ASSIGNMENT

HEAVENLY CHOICES

SATAN'S PLOT



THE MUSIC OF LIFE

MY MIRACLE

HOPE AND FAITH

CONFIDENCE IN CHRIST JESUS

Live-streaming

THE WONDERS OF HIS LOVE

SPIRITUAL THINGS

AIN'T NO ROCK

20/20 Vision

PROTECTING OUR BLINDSIDE

HE CHOOSE ME

SEEN AND LOVED BY GOD

TREASURE BOX

SETTLED OUT OF COURT

JESUS KNEW

BASKET OF EGGS

The AGONY AND THE ECSTACY

IT IS A MATTER OF THE HEART

BLIND MEN

STAY IN YOUR LANE

THE MESSIAH'S SEAT

THE SILENT CRY

THE SINFULNESS OF SIN

THE GLORY OF GOD

MORE THAN JUST A BABE

GOD'S GUARDIAN ANGELS

SHAME, OH SHAME, AMERICA

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THE WITNESS
 
It was my first assignment and I was happy
to acquire a permanent position. I was crisp,
clean, and brand new. I was wrapped around
the cold, dead body of Jesus of Nazareth. The
smell of spices and perfumes seeped into me.
 
The weeping and wailing were to be expected
during this preparation for burial but sorrow
spread all over me. Countless tears fell,
 drenching me. The mother of this Nazarene
was the most broken up…her body pressed
close to me as she continued to hold her son.
 
The conversation in the tomb told me this man
Jesus was innocent of any crimes. I understood
He was simply the victim of the religious pride
and jealousy of the temple priests. This cut me
to the thread! He had suffered much at the hands
of His tormentors.  I covered the wounds on His
head, His opened side, and huge holes in His hands
and feet. His entire body was severely cut and
badly bruised. Being so close to Him I could feel
each point of pain He had endured…and I hurt.
 
For three days and nights I kept my position. Then,
at the dawn of the first day of the week the most
incredible thing occurred! This brilliant Light entered
the tomb! It went through me like a trillion stabs of
lightening!  I can only explain it in words I’m familiar
with, but it was red hot and powerful! It burned right
through me yet did not consume me. Whaaaat?
 
The man, Jesus, sat up!! I could hardly believe or
comprehend what was happening! The body so
cold and lifeless only moments before was alive!!
However, there was something very different about
this body.  It still felt like flesh…yet there was a
supernatural feel to it…very strange indeed.
 
He unwrapped me from around his body and gently
laid me on the slab. Oh, no, my assignment had
just begun and here it was ending! But He could read
my thoughts! “Be of good cheer,” He assured me,
“Your assignment is not ending. It will continue
throughout history. You see, you bear the image
of my wounds…you are my witness!"
 
Lovingly Presented,
Doris Jacobs-Covington

Dedicated to Rich
 

 







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