12-18-2007
Greetings to all of you,
I would like to take this time to wish all
of you a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year in 2008. I hope The Gift of
God which is Jesus Christ will be found opened and well used when God sends
forth his Angles to reap the world of his children. Not all are the Children of
God. All are his creations, but if you want to be a child of God, you must be
born again of the Spirit of God and believe the gospel if you want to see
heaven. We must go through Jesus if you want to stand before God as his own.
Their is only one name where we must be saved, and that name is Christ Jesus The
Lord. Christmas is the birth of Jesus as the Gift from God for the sin debt
payment for mans sin. If you havent opened up Christ and recieved Gods gift, you
are none of his. I am hoping that all of you will be found written in Gods Book
of Life when judgment comes to man. Repent, and confess your sin unto God and
believe the word of God and get saved before it is eternally too late.
I have started a web site for the Church
of God Prison Ministry and I hope each of you will visit us and read the letters
and poems and inmate testimonies within it and please pray for me as I try to do
the work that is laid upon my heart to do, and that is preach the gospel of
Jesus Christ to the inmates behind bars and incarserated. Because he whom the
son sets free, is free indeed, whether behind bars or out you can be free in
Jesus.
Im just starting so please come back and
read as I organize it and try to get it worth reading and be a blessing to each
who visit, and please if you have a prayer request or a comment, do the prayer
box and fill it out. Thanks for your prayers and guidence.
The web site is
www.tcoggspteam.org
(The Church of God Georgia State Prison
Team) see you there!!!
MERRY CHRISTMAS and HAPPY NEW YEAR
Rick Razsi
The Stranger - author unknown!
A few months before I was born, my Dad met
a stranger who was new to our small Tennessee town. From the beginning, Dad was
fascinated with this enchanting newcomer and soon invited him to live with our
family. The stranger was quickly accepted and was around to welcome me into the
world a few months later. As I grew up, I never questioned his place in my
family. In my young mind, he had a special niche. My parents were complementary
instructors: Mom taught me the word of God, and Dad taught me to obey it. But
the stranger was our storyteller. He would keep us spellbound for hours on end
with adventures, mysteries and comedies. If I wanted to know anything about
politics, history or science, he always knew the answers about the past,
understood the present and even seemed able to predict the future! He took my
family to the first major league ball game.
He made me laugh, and he made me cry. The
stranger never stopped talking, but Dad didn't seem to mind. Sometimes, Mom
would get up quietly while the rest of us were shushing each other to listen to
what he had to say, and she would go to her room and read her books (I wonder
now if she ever prayed for the stranger to leave.) Dad ruled our household with
certain moral convictions, but the stranger never felt obligated to honor them.
Profanity, for example, was not allowed in our home... not from us, our friends
or any visitors. Our longtime visitor, however, got away with four-letter words
that burned my ears and made my dad squirm and my mother blush. My Dad was a
teetotaler who didn't permit alcohol in the home, not even for cooking. But the
stranger encouraged us to try it on a regular basis. He made cigarettes look
cool, cigars manly and pipes distinguished. He talked freely (much too freely!)
about sex. His comments were sometimes blatant, sometimes suggestive, and
generally embarrassing. I now know that my early concepts about relationships
were influenced strongly by the stranger. Time after time, he opposed the values
of my parents, yet he was seldom rebuked... and NEVER asked to leave. More than
fifty years have passed since the stranger moved in with our family. He has
blended right in and is not nearly as fascinating as he was at first. Still, if
you were to walk into my parent's den today, you would still find him sitting
over in his corner, waiting for someone to listen to him talk and watch him draw
his pictures. His name?.... We just call him, "TV."
**Note: This should be required! reading
for every household in America!** He has a younger sister now. We call her,
"computer."
Let us be careful with what we allow our
eyes to see and our ears to hear.
We must put away all filthiness of our
flesh, and deny ourselves the things of this world. We are accountable to one
another, let us pray for one another to contend for the Faith. The devil is on
the move, and he’s seeking whom he may devour. May he devour you? May he
entertain you to the point that he’ll get your eyes off God and on the pleasing
of flesh? Really! Who is, this stranger in the house? The poem below will give
you a thought, Pray about it.
The Church of God Prison Ministry Team
Regional Director: Rick Razsi
(912-310-8200)
