Equipped – Ephesians 6 Devotionals by Ruth L. Snyder

About the Book

Is spiritual warfare real?  Are you aware of how you’re being attacked? If so, what can you do about it? Equipped takes a detailed look at God, at our enemy, and at our response. Everyday struggles happen, but you can be victorious.

In Africa, people believe in spirit beings. Witch doctors cast spells. People dance barefoot over red-hot coals without being burned. Spiritual warfare is obvious.

In other cultures, the spiritual battle is not so evident. Still, it is very real. Homes are divided by discord and divorce. Parents are overly busy. Children are lured into drugs and sex-trafficking. Churches are complacent and powerless. Is there hope?

Jesus said, “The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full” (John 10:10 NIV). What’s stopping you from living life to the full? Read Equipped. Become aware. Put on your spiritual armour as described in Ephesians six. Stand firm. Pray. 

 

Book Excerpt

“Trust in the LORD and do good; dwell in the land and enjoy safe pasture. Delight yourself in the LORD and he will give you the desires of your heart. Commit your way to the LORD; trust in him and he will do this: He will make your righteousness shine like the dawn, the justice of your cause like the noonday sun.”

—Psalm 37:3-6

 

I started my morning with prayer and Scripture reading. My heart was especially burdened for our family. I prayed for God’s protection and was quiet before God. My heart was filled with peace when my devotional time was finished. Less than an hour later, my husband and I were embroiled in a heated disagreement regarding our children. The longer we talked, the more we disagreed. I retreated to my piano to play hymns and reflect. Why couldn’t we resolve this situation? Kendall and I both want the best for our children, but sometimes we disagree about what this looks like. We are learning to use tools like John Gottman’s Sound Relationship House (https://www.gottman.com/about/the-gottman-method/).

Life on earth is full of challenges and problems. Sometimes we get totally overwhelmed. Cancer. Addiction. Family issues. War. Abuse. God is the only one who is big enough, wise enough, to have the solutions. We need to choose to be strong in HIM. He will give us the victory, if we trust him and not ourselves.

According to Strong’s Concordance, the phrase, “be strong,” comes from a root word that means to enable, empower, strengthen, or be made strong. Remember the apostle, Paul? We may see him as a spiritual giant, but he claims that God’s strength is best displayed in our areas of weakness.

When we feel strong, we don’t rely on God the way we should. In fact, when we have the ability to do things well, we often boast and become proud. When we realize we are weak, God is able to work through us to display his love and power to those around us (1 Corinthians 1:26-31; 2 Corinthians 12:9). Here are some examples from Scripture:

  • God enabled Samson to defeat Israel’s enemies, but when Samson chose to disobey God, he was captured (Judges 14-16).
  • God chose Saul to be King. When Samuel took a while to show up, Saul took things into his own hands. Then he disobeyed by not destroying all of the enemy, and God took the kingdom from his son and gave it to a lowly shepherd boy, David (I Samuel 9, 13, 15).

Think About It

Have you experienced God’s power in your daily living? What difference is it making in your life? Journal your thoughts, or respond in another way that is meaningful to you.

 

Prayer

Dear Heavenly Father,

Thank you that you are all-powerful. Help me to remember that without you I am vulnerable and weak.  As I walk through this day, lead me. Help me to be sensitive to your voice and obedient to your will. In Jesus’ name, Amen.

 

About the Author

Ruth L. Snyder spent the first ten years of her life in southern Africa where her parents served as missionaries. In 1977, her family moved to Three Hills, Alberta. She now resides close to Glendon with her husband and five children.

Ruth enjoys writing articles, devotionals, short stories, and Christian fiction. She is Past President of InScribe Christian Writers’ Fellowship.

In her spare time, Ruth enjoys reading crafts, volunteering, photography, and travel. Several years ago, Ruth and her family traveled through 28 States in 30 days!

 

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Martha’s Sister Beloved Prodigal by Patricia Annalee Kirk

About the Book

In Martha’s Sister Beloved Prodigal (e-book, PuckettBrowne Publishing) Mary left home in a decision that shattered her family. She accepted her Messiah in a dramatic act of love.

Martha, a popular hostess, found herself shunned for her sister’s sin, forsaken by her husband, and no longer marriageable. Mary appeared at her door afraid for her safety. Could Martha forgive?

After Lazarus followed Jesus, his sisters watched him sicken and die. Stunned, they saw the Lord call him from the tomb. Then the Sanhedrin (Jewish rulers) imposed a price on his head. Alive, he proved the power of God. Did he follow the apostles in martyrdom?

Kirk respects the biblical story without distortion. “But how did Mary, Martha, and Lazarus live during the times the Bible doesn’t explain? Why did an unmarried man live with single sisters when women lived for marriage and children? Imagine the sister who ruined the good name of the family as she knocked on the door of her brother and sister. Can she go home again?“

Book Excerpt

Martha Speaks

I watched the young girl in horrified fascination. I longed to march across the street, grab her and drag her home. But I stood transfixed.

Sandaled feet milled around me in the marketplace. I took no notice. Men and women shuffled down the bricks of the walk. Noisy drivers in the roadway snapped whips and clicked their tongues over the sounds of donkey hooves. I might have been alone.

Mary wore the standard frontlet of a harlot. It circled her skull and dropped in a V on her forehead–her name embroidered on it. Heavy gold rings weighted her hands. They glinted in the sunlight as she reached toward the men who passed. She smiled an invitation.

The slight frame of the tiny woman identified the child I scolded and raised. She lured her prospect with her brown–nearly black–eyes, rimmed in curling lashes. Though I wasn’t near enough to see them I remembered those lashes. The immodest garment exposed her figure. A man nodded. She took his arm and they left.

Sickened, I veered toward home, the weight of my pain a millstone on my heart.

My mind flashed a memory. A tiny girl sat on a stool before me as I combed her long hair. It now hung to the middle of her back, defiled by scissors or hand axe. Lights jumped and glittered from jeweled braids. She wore no head cover.

I looked toward heaven, grateful my parents joined their ancestors long ago.

A sedate scarf bound the heaviness of my curls against my neck as law and custom dictated. A thin blue veil trailed across my back and arms. As I walked away, I lifted my head and thrust my shoulders back. I greeted any woman who smiled. Many may shun me but no one will pity me.

Jemima walked past and smiled. “Shalom Martha, how beautiful the sky this evening.”

Bless dear Jemima, my husband’s wife. Her full lips always smiled. The hips on her wide body moved from side to side with each step. She towered over me as she passed.

I walked toward home, hips motionless. Lazarus will want supper soon.

***

Chapter 1: Mary Left

Martha Speaks

The day Mary left dawned with sunshine. Crimson-centered white lilies and red windflowers gleamed from their places in the entrance. My spirit lifted with the promise of pleasant weather.

Two mornings before, Mary celebrated her sixteenth birthday. Now I sent her to the market for necessities we didn’t grow or raise. Flushed cheeks hinted at excitement. Why? What did she plan? Why didn’t I ask? Mary never welcomed questions. She stiffened and walked away. She wrapped her thoughts around her with a “keep out” sign reflected in her face.

When she left, she wore a scarf, coins hung from the edges. They notify interested men of her availability for betrothal. Despite her beauty, no one asked my husband, Hamel, for permission to wed her.

Five hours later I paced between the fire pit, and the courtyard entrance. Frantic, I gazed at the street, awaiting her return. A respectable Jewish girl must come home before dark. Sunset changed to nightfall with no sign of her.

At the ninth hour, Lazarus followed Hamel through the door.

I lunged at them. “Mary left for the market hours ago. She didn’t come home. What can we do?”

Lazarus put his arm across my shoulders. “She met a friend. Remember how distracted she gets. Here. Hamel and I will bring her home.”

Hamel nodded and smiled. He took my hand and rubbed it. “Don’t worry. I’m sure we’ll find her.”

They rushed through the door so near their sandals skidded against each other. They returned hours later, dejected. The ebony night blinded them and hunger distracted them.

Lines marked my brother’s forehead, brows puckered.

Hamel crossed the room to the table. “No one has seen her. I’m hungry. Please forgive me. I must eat.”

“Your food is ready.” I took the dishes, kept warm on the fire pit, and placed them in front of Hamel.

“I pray she stayed with a friend. The village gossips don‘t need grist for their blather.” Lazarus slumped on his stool. “We’ll rest and try again tomorrow.”

I stared. What do the villagers say?

***

Chapter 2: Mary’s Mistake

Mary Speaks

Martha barely noticed me when I left. I carried my clothes in an apron under my tunic, tied around my knees. She didn’t heed my awkward gait.

I witnessed her lonely marriage. I saw when she accepted a betrothal from a man she didn’t know. Her face revealed her reluctance.

After the wedding ceremony he ignored her, just like Father. I removed the scarf with coins from my head as soon as I moved away from the house.

Free. Finally Free. I longed to flee the stifling life of my family. I loved Lazarus and Martha and hated to hurt them, but they didn’t understand. They spent their time working and going to the synagogue to worship a God I didn’t accept–a God who stole my mother. Then he sent that other woman–a bad joke. I spent my time far from her.

Father pretended to love us while Mother lived but when she died, he didn’t bother to pretend.

I talked to Gersham and LaRue’s girls each time I visited the market. They bragged of having money, clothes, and care. I wanted to have those things too. Fun. And wealth.

Gersham, LaRue’s son awaited me today. At eighteen, he recruited the girls. I met him at the Marketplace. Then he took me to LaRue’s brothal. I met the girls as we sat and talked. Apparently, they work at night. I’ll have a day or two to settle before they give me my work. I met two huge, frightening young men who spend all their time with Gersham.

The girls welcomed me and offered wine. None of them had families so I suppose the group became family. While we talked, I heard of what happened to Gersham as a boy. Ruffians beat him and poked his eye with a whittled stick. Afterward, he took in two large boys, lonely and crying out for a home. In return they protected him.

The girls sat in night tunics until later when they dressed for work. I wondered if they required me to wear such clothes. They were not what I liked; garish, vulgar, and not much there.

The girls left at the seventh hour. Later, they brought in men who went with them to their rooms. I felt uncomfortable and resolved to go home the next day.

While they were out, LaRue taught me how she wanted me to make up–heavy paint, kohl-rimmed eyes, and scarlet lips.

The next day, Lazarus and Hamel came. I could never go back. Hamel glared with watery eyes. He clenched his fists and opened them. His stance bellowed, “I want to kill you.” I stumbled into the house, shivering with fear.

That night Gersham showed me what I must do. The law didn’t allow everything. Though it wasn’t respectable, they allowed harlotry. Without the laws, I supposed it might be worse.

I cried in my covers each night for several months, but eventually adjusted to it. I felt numb toward the men.

*** Chapter 3: Lazarus and Hamel Search for Mary

Lazarus Speaks

I sat at the table with Hamel. Martha laid lentil soup and fish at my place, and I ate without noticing. My attention stayed on the entrance. Mary will walk through at any moment. I prayed in silence.

I slept little that night. In my thoughts wild animals tore my little sister apart or her body lay in the street, the victim of chariot wheels. When I comforted Martha with the comment that Mary met friends and forgot the time, the words didn’t comfort me. She should have come home by now.

The next morning, before sunrise, Hamel and I threw on our mantles, and hurried to the Marketplace. I asked everyone I met if he or she saw Mary this morning. No one must guess she didn’t come home. Every merchant denied seeing her.

Storekeeper Bela arranged his wares on the table. He shifted his gaze from the raisin cakes to the ground. “I saw her.” He moved the cakes, still unwilling to meet my eyes. “She stood with Gersham, and left with him.”

“No. It can’t be.” I stared at him, unable to believe his words.

“You asked. I told.” He turned his back, ending the conversation.

Surely Gersham kidnapped her. She didn’t go by choice.

I found Hamel, and we ran toward the house of harlots owned by LaRue, mother to Gersham. Gersham stood in the entrance. His two large friends hovered behind him, arms folded across their huge chests, a human wall. Mary stood looking through their arms–her eyes outlined with kohl, lips rouged bright red, and hair braided. She made no move or gesture to us. She replaced the innocent garb she usually wore with suggestive red cloth pulled from her shoulder. I stared to recognize her. My sister lurked in this harlot.

“Mary. Why are you doing this?” Hamel’s livid face shone with perspiration. Air whistled between his teeth as he spoke, a nervous tic.

She spun around, and walked into the house.

We stood stone-like as we watched her go. Grief and anger overwhelmed me. I longed to kill the man standing before me who defiled my sister.

Gersham gazed at us through slitted eyes, one blue, inherited from the Roman who visited his mother one day, the other hazel. The eyes told the story of the day on the road when big boys beat the smaller boy. The young devils punished him for his mother’s profession. They only stabbed the circle of color in his eye, missing the black center. His vision survived, but the hazel eye didn’t return to blue. Gersham went nowhere alone after that. He found two large young boys as troubled as he, and they became inseparable. Now they protected him from us.

Later if we met Mary in public, we turned our backs to her. She slid past us with face fixed on the ground, or walked across the street.

A week after our encounter with Gersham, I came home to see Martha sitting on the bench in the courtyard, shoulders bent. Martha never rested during the day. Her hands stirred pots and made bread. Her feet ran to finish her work.

As I moved closer, I heard her sob. She dabbed at her eyes with a cloth.

“Martha! What happened?”

“Hamel gave me a bill of divorce.”

My chin dropped. “What?”

“He gave me a bill of divorce. The council will expel him as leader with a harlot in the family, so he separated himself from the family.”

“I can’t let this happen.” I determined to find Hamel. “He will listen to me.”

Martha lowered her crumpled cloth. Red eyes scanned my face. As rage engulfed me, her eyes widened.

I heard the fright in Martha’s voice as I charged through the door. “Lazarus, he treated you as his son.”

About the Author

Kirk graduated from the University of Kansas with a degree in advertising and editorial art. She minored in creative writing. Later she wrote the nonfiction book Escape from the Prison System, Finding the Narrow Door, true short stories of prisoner salvation. At forty five, Kirk suffered her one major illness. It robbed her of her job and health insurance — unavoidably followed by a financial crash. At rock bottom, she converted to Christianity. She never practiced the second oldest profession, (farming? Yes) but she came to Christ as a prodigal. Martha’s Sister Beloved Prodigal addresses life through a reformed sinner’s lenses. Martha’s Sister Beloved Prodigal is her first novel.

 

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Somergate: The Scent of Autumn Roses by L. L. MacLellan

About the Book

Steal away for a quiet hour or two to Somergate, a 1920’s-era estate on the eastern coast of Vancouver Island, where mossy stone walls keep quiet company with winding pathways, where sun pennies dance on salty waters, and where long-forgotten stories lie waiting to be discovered.

On the brink of happy retirement after more than three decades of teaching, Sarah Marshall is living at Somergate and is ready to embrace all that this next chapter of life will bring. Tucked beneath her excitement though, is a nagging uncertainty: will retirement bring the same sense of fulfillment that she found in her work? Will her finances hold up under the strain of the ever-mounting costs of maintaining the old estate? And will she ever again find a love like the one that was lost to her years ago?

Filled with warmth and a quiet humor, Somergate is a story that emphasizes the importance of family and of faith, speaks of the healing that can come after heart-wrenching loss, and gently directs the reader’s attention to the presence of a loving Creator.

Book Excerpt

Hours later, Maddie lay, exhausted but sleepless, in the immense bed that she had shared with her husband for more than four decades. Her thoughts drifted back over the day and turned once again to the swans. She, too, had seen them fly over Charles’ grave, and she had known, immediately, that it was no coincidence. The sun breaking through the clouds, the swans flying overhead illuminated to a glorious creamy white against the dark blue-black sky… The exquisite beauty of that moment was much more than mere chance. It had been a gift, and somehow, a promise. She had felt Charles’ presence there at the graveside as surely as if he had been standing next to her. He had been right there, and she had felt his love embracing her, supporting her. How fitting that the swans should put in an appearance on the day that marked the beginning of her own personal winter. She and Charles had shared a memorable, precious summer and autumn together. Now, in winter, she would journey on alone.

The fact that there had been forty-one swans at Charles’ grave today was merely a quiet confirmation of what she had felt there, of what she already knew. Charles wasn’t lost to her. He had only stepped through an unseen curtain into another place a bit ahead of her. Maddie remembered how sometimes at parties Charles would make his way from group to group, talking, laughing, occasionally looking up and catching Maddie’s eye across the room. Then he would smile or wink and Maddie would know that his thoughts were still with her. Separated temporarily, but together still. Today at his grave, she had caught his old familiar smile, as though across a crowded room. Somehow, across the great canyon of death, Charles had caught her eye and sent her a message. Together still. Maddie drifted at last into an exhausted slumber, and as she did one thought held her in its comforting embrace: Charles was waiting for her, loving her still, and someday, sometime, she would step through the curtain too, and join him.

 

About the Author

L. L. MacLellan is the author of the recently published inspirational romance novel “Somergate: The Scent of Autumn Roses.” She won her first literary award, a shiny blue ribbon, for a short story entered in a three-state regional writing contest back in the sixth grade, and has been writing ever since. Lori lives on Vancouver Island in British Columbia with her Mountie husband and their four beautiful daughters, where she cares for her mother and spends any free time gardening, antiquing, and of course, writing.

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Unknown Enemy by Janet Sketchley

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Landon Smith vowed never to return to Lunenburg, Nova Scotia. Despite her faith, the memories might undo her.

But a shadowy figure has been skulking around the Green Dory Inn—seen only by her friend Anna.

Loyalty demands she stand by this woman who’s been a second mother to her. No matter the cost.

With the police unable to find solid clues, and the incidents escalating, Landon must help Anna discover the truth about the prowler and stop him. Before he turns violent.

 

Book Excerpt

Dry-mouthed, Landon watched the runway speed beneath her window. Vibration from the landing gear drilled into her core.

She shouldn’t have come back. But she couldn’t refuse, not when Anna needed her.

The plane’s intercom crackled. “This is your captain speaking. Welcome to Halifax. Local time is two twelve.”

Around her, seat belts clicked open despite the warning lights. A few people stood and rummaged in the overhead bins. The plane hadn’t fully stopped. What was the hurry?

Yet the other passengers’ sense of urgency had her reaching for her purse.

She followed the herd into the terminal, pulling her borrowed carry-on and checking the overhead signs. When she reached the baggage area, she stood against the wall, watching reunions. Friends, lovers. Two women, clearly mother and daughter, crying as they embraced. She turned away.

A scruffy-haired man with glasses hurried toward the meeting point. He dodged a woman with a pet carrier and stopped beside a pillar. Scanning the crowd, he raised a white cardboard sign: Landon Smith.

Anna’s neighbour had promised to send his grandson to meet her at the airport. Funny, she’d expected a teenager. This guy was closer to thirty, five or six years older than she was. Tousled hair and a few days’ growth of beard made him look like he’d just crawled out of bed.

He gave the room another once-over, and then angled himself to face the passengers still straggling through the arrival gates.

She grasped the handle of her carry-on and walked up beside him. “Hi. I’m Landon.”

He turned to her and froze, wide-eyed, a half-formed smile suddenly dead on his lips.

Really? Landon had been gone almost ten years, but this guy had clearly heard something about her. Truth or speculation, he must have thought he could handle it until they were face to face.

It could be a long, silent drive to Anna’s inn.

About the Author

Janet Sketchley is an Atlantic Canadian writer who likes her fiction with a splash of mystery or adventure and a dash of Christianity. Why leave faith out of our stories if it’s part of our lives? You can find Janet online at janetsketchley.ca.

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The Works of Christ by Edward King

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Book Title: The Works of Christ My Proof of God’s Existence  
         
Genre: Christian, Poetry, Inspirational 
            
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ISBN: 9781498464451
 
Meet Edward
Edward King is a positive-writing author, who tells us about how to look at things in a positive perspective. With his inspirational writings, he has come a long way from being at on verge of death to being able to inspire many people with both his life and his writings. With his quick healing from the death-defying car accident, Edward King goes through everyday looking to God for all of his answers and finds so much inspiration. He writes to show everyone the God he knows. 
                                             About The Book
In August 2010, Edward King was in a traumatic car accident that nearly ended his young life. From this accident, he had an incredible out-of-body experience. This is his story along with a collection of simple poetry designed to help one come closer to Christ.
 
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Sometimes we lose vision, and we’re blinded by our desires,
but the Lord always cares about us, and he always inspires
a servant of his to show each of us some clues
that he will always love us, and his guidance, we’ll never lose.
From our birth to our death, he will always be there
to cleanse us of our sins and enable us to care
and love every one of our brothers and sisters in his name,
for he loves us so much, he totally cleansed everyone’s shame.
 
 

Kristian’s War by Peter Wisan

About the Book

Kris Anders, a dirt-poor farmer, lives in a land where evil forces take the form of men. The sins of his past weigh heavily on his mind. When a stranger directs him to take a new path, Kris begins the journey of a lifetime towards a distant King who is rumored to solve all problems. But then a ruthless soldier is dispatched by the ruler of the dark land to capture or kill Kris. Everything leads to one final fight, where Kris must defeat the demons of his past or die.

Book Excerpt

A renewed roar rang his ears.

Kristian expected death at any moment, but the hungry eyes did not advance.

<He’s toying with me. He wants me to run.>

Blood returned to Kristian’s limbs. He prepared to fight for his life.

 

About the Author

Peter Wisan is a world traveler, screenwriter, film director, and Captain in the United States Marine Corps Individual Ready Reserve. He lives in San Diego, California, where he leads musical worship at Church Tsidkenu.

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The Narrow Gate by Kristoffer Paulsson

About the Book

The Narrow Gate is about how to come through the Narrow Gate and enter onto the Narrow Path. In 31 chapters the author explains several concepts, that is part of coming to Jesus and receive salvation, preparing the heart of the seeker. The layout follows the classic concept of telling the Law and the Gospel. This is mainly for seekers and everyday Christians, but also seasoned followers of Jesus might find some good advice.

Book Excerpt

Fulfill Salvation – Finish Your Course!

In second Timothy 4, Paul explains that we need to fulfill our salvation by running the race.

Run the Race – 2 Timothy 4:6-8

6 For I am already being poured out as an offering, and the time for me to depart is at hand. 7 I have competed well; I have finished the race; I have kept the faith 8 Finally the crown of righteousness is reserved for me. The Lord, the righteous Judge, will award it to me in that day– and not to me only, but also to all who have set their affection on his appearing.

We who have received the salvation must be aware that we are on a journey. This trip consists of:

* Fight the good fight

* Complete the race

* Preserve your faith

Once Saved, Always Saved?

But the person who endures to the end will be saved. Matthew 24:13

Once saved always saved!? Is this statement correct? Just because you received salvation once, does that mean that you always will remain saved?

The greatest lie within the church, and especially within the evangelical church community, is that you remain saved just because you once prayed the salvation prayer.

The Bible clearly states; that the one that endures to the end will be saved, not the one who gives up or who stops walking the narrow path.

The Good Will of God

12 So then, my dear friends, just as you have always obeyed, not only in my presence but even more in my absence, continue working out your salvation with awe and reverence, 13 for the one bringing forth in you both the desire and the effort- for the sake of his good pleasure- is God. Philippians 2:12-13

It is the good will of God that we should be saved! It is God who through his grace works salvation in us. But this working within us does not affect unless we are obedient to God.

God is the one who judges us; we must obey and fear God. We are commanded to work on our salvation, not so that we have an opportunity to earn salvation. But it is up to us, to cooperate with God so that his good will can happen.

Sanctification Through the Truth

13 But we are bound to give thanks always to God for you, brothers beloved of the Lord, because God has from the beginning chosen you to salvation through sanctification of the Spirit and belief of the truth: 2 Thessalonians 2:13 (KJV)

God has determined that we should be saved. For this to happen, we need to believe the truth. When we believe the truth, we will be sanctified by the Spirit.

There is a connection between completing salvation and being sanctified by the Spirit, through the truth. As we learn and understand the truth, the Holy Spirit can work salvation in us through the process of sanctification.

Preserved Unto Salvation

5 who by God’s power are protected through faith for a salvation ready to be revealed in the last time. 1 Peter 1:5

God will through faith preserve us with his power to fulfill salvation. He is the only one that is mighty to do that.

 

About the Author

Kristoffer Paulsson started to serve God as a part-time evangelist in Sweden, Uppsala, 2013. As he handed out tracts, he was inspired to start a blog about the Gospel and printed his own tracts. In 2015 he was holding the initiative and was the most daring evangelist in his city. Under this period he developed the blog and wrote 31 articles about salvation, the way to God. In January 2017 God called him into full-time ministry, and to another city. After that the blog was translated into English, it was remade into book form.

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