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Christmas fellowship

Two thousand years ago the Lord Jesus Christ, master of the universe, fixed (glued in place) the RELATIONSHIP between God and His creation (wayward, sinful mankind).  This relationship depends totally on God and cannot be changed once a person acknowledges personal sin and the need for a blood sacrifice to repair that Holy relationship.  Now that the relationship is repaired, FELLOWSHIP can become real.  However for the fellowship with God to grow, a person must make the effort to 

READ THE BIBLE DAILY

MEDITATE ON THE WORD OF GOD

TALK TO LIKE MINDED PEOPLE

OBEY THE DIRECTION OF THE HOLY SPIRIT

PRAY, PRAY, PRAY

PRAISE GOD FOREVER, ALWAYS, EVERYDAY IN EVERY THING (good, bad, indifferent)

Now is the time for all good Christians to open their hearts and minds to the Lord God and TRUST in His promises, grace, mercy, love.

Allow God to grow the flowers in the garden of your soul.



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