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I’m a fan of Sci-Fi movies, and enjoy films about time travel like The Time Machine. I also like movies where you go through a portal, or a worm hole to another time or another dimension like: Star Gate, or Star Trek.

When Israel celebrated the first Passover, they placed blood on the doorposts, and on the lintel of the house. The Death angel passed over, and when they opened their doors from the long, dark night, they opened them to the bright desert sun of Egypt. They were about to enter something new. When they stepped over the threshold of that door, they were not returning – they were on their way to the promised land. They were stepping through a Portal into another dimension.

When we go forward 1,494 years, we find another portal.  It is a doorway, and yet it isn’t.

It is a cross. It is made of wood like a doorway, but there are no hinges, or door handle. But there is blood spread upon it. Joining the blood marks of the old door- way, you see it is pointing upward. Joining the blood markings of this doorway, you see they are pointing downward. Overlapping them makes the Star of David.

This is a portal that reaches to the lowest man can go, and reaches to the highest height man can come to. This is a portal opening that sets one on a course into a different dimension. In fact, he or she actually become something new, something they have never been before to fully enter in. And you have to enter in;  but how? There are no openings, and yet it is open to whosoever will. There is no door, but He, himself who spilt his blood is the door. So, how does one enter in?   

He enters in by faith.


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If you’re spiritually alive, you’re going to love this!

If you’re spiritually dead, you won’t want to read it.

If you’re spiritually curious, there is still hope!

A church-goer wrote a letter to the editor of a newspaper and complained that it made no sense to go to church every Sunday.

He wrote: “I’ve gone for 30 years now, and in that time, I have heard about 3,000 sermons, but for the life of me, I can’t remember a single one of them. So, I think I’m wasting my time, and the preachers and priests are wasting theirs by giving sermons each week.

Much to the delight of the editor, this started a real  controversy in the “Letters to the Editor” column. It went on for weeks until someone wrote this clincher:

I’ve been married for 30 years now. In that time, my wife has cooked some 32,000 meals. But, for the life of me, I cannot recall the entire menu for a single one of those meals. But I do know this: They all nourished me and gave me the strength I needed to do my work. If my wife had not given me these meals, I would be physically dead today.  Likewise, if I had not gone to church for nourishment, I would be spiritually dead today!” Thank God for our physical and spiritual nourishment!

Faith sees the invisible, believes the incredible and receives the impossible!

Remember: When you are DOWN to nothing, God is UP to something!