Bøger af T M Faunce

There is peace in the heart of the child of God that goes beyond all the trials, hate, pain, and sorrow this world brings. This peace goes beyond death, the peace that opens graves, sets captives free. This is the peace of our Living Lord that breaks all chains, claims the hearts of the fallen, adopts them into the family of God in which the redeemed cry out: Abba Father. ----- The Spirit you received does not make you slaves so that you live in fear again; rather, the Spirit you received brought about your adoption to sonship. And by him, we cry, "Abba, Father. (Romans 8:15) The Bible is complete; it is our source, the life blood of the saint. The book of Acts, though only 28 chapters speaks of the work of the early church. We are the continuation of this outpouring that happened on the day of Pentecost, we are the 29th chapter. This is the final race set before all who dwell in the Saving Life of Jesus Christ.. As Paul, I pray we can cry out on that day: ----- I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith. Finally, there is laid up for me the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous Judge, will give to me on that Day, and not to me only but also to all who have loved His appearing. (2Timothy 4:7-8)

What a wonder it would be if we who claim Christ’s name and put our lives into His hands; let Him do as He pleases with us no matter the cost, no matter the outcome, even if it  be the trials of fire. “In this you greatly rejoice, though now for a little while, if need be, you have been grieved by various trials, that the genuineness of your faith, being much more precious than gold that perishes, though it is tested by fire, may be found to praise, honor, and glory at the revelation of Jesus Christ.” (1 Peter 1:6-7 NKJV} “I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith.” (Timothy 4:7 NKJV}This was Paul’s last message of his life. This very proclamation has been a challenge to myself and many others who love our Lord above all else. My prayer for my life and others, is that we will have such a cry at our end, when our race is finished. This book is written for all those who hunger after God, and cry out daily: “Yet not My will, but Yours be done.” 

February 2nd 1968, the blast of the heat was as if all Hell was before us, as they rushed us off the plane into this war zone far from our home. The late night sky was lit up by flares, as gunships (helicopters) filled the night with red tracers from the miniguns firing in all directions. As they rushed us down the steps of the plane, other troops who did their tour of duty we're running to the steps of the plane, trying to finally escape this madness. Their faces like stone portraits, was a harsh warning of what we were now entering. One young man who I could tell had seen much horror, looked me square in the eyes, and said: "If you want to stay alive, forget everything you ever learned." Those words were the first to greet me in Vietnam, and still are etched in my memory today.