Abstinence

The World we live is full of debauchery. Every commercial and every movie is filled with sexual perversion and we wonder why our teen pregnancy rates are so high. Sexual Purity is God's will for every Man and Woman this was not a suggestion from God. Not only is God's way right but God's way is better than our way. Ever notice how when things are done the way God tells us to do them everything turns out a lot far better? Purity is a life style. Not just wearing long skirts or carrying Bibles. You can have all these things on the outside but then think nasty thoughts. So purity is the sum of your music and what you hear your eyes and what you watch, your mouth and what you say. God is watching and listening. Everything you think you got away with God saw it. What you said God heard it, there is a quote that says, what determines a man (or Woman) is not what they do when you see them but what they do when you don’t.



Remember "what does it profit a man to gain the world and lose his own soul"(Mark 8:36).
Keep the Faith!
Remain Pure
and Live 4 Christ,
Emanuel

Me Myself and God

Your First Love

Kingdom

Direction Of Purity from Emanuel Osborne .

The Signs Of The Times

Elijah Generation Excerpt

Denying Yourself (press play)

Questionable Practices?

Do you have a certain hobby or interest and not sure if its of God? Before moving on you should ask your self these questions.








Does it glorify God?





What is your motivation?






Is it necessary?






Will it promote spiritual growth?






Is it an enslaving habbit?






Is it a compromise?





Will it lead to temptation?





Does it give the appearance of evil?




Does it violate your conscience?




How will it affect others?

Knowing The Voice Of God (Gallon Of Milk Story)

A young man had been to Wednesday night Bible Study.
The Pastor had shared about listening to God and obeying the Lord's voice.
The young man couldn't help but wonder, "Does God still speak to people?"
After service he went out with some friends for coffee and pie and they discussed the message.
Several different ones talked about how God had led them in different ways.
It was about ten o'clock when the young man started driving home. Sitting in his car, he just began to pray, "God...If you still speak to people speak to me. I will listen. I will do my best to obey."

As he drove down the main street of his town, he had the strangest thought to stop and buy a gallon of milk.
He shook his head and said out loud, "God is that you?" He didn't get a reply and started on toward home.
But again, the thought, buy a gallon of milk.
The young man thought about Samuel and how he didn't recognize the voice of God, and how little Samuel ran to Eli.
"Okay, God, in case that is you, I will buy the milk." It didn't seem like too hard a test of obedience. He could always use the milk. He stopped and purchased the gallon of milk and started off toward home.

As he passed Seventh Street, he again felt the urge, "Turn Down that street."
This is crazy he thought and drove on past the intersection.
Again, he felt that he should turn down Seventh Street.
At the next intersection, he turned back and headed down Seventh.
Half jokingly, he said out loud, "Okay, God, I will".
He drove several blocks, when suddenly, he felt like he should stop. He pulled over to the curb and looked around. He was in semi commercial area of town. It wasn't the best but it wasn't the worst of neighborhoods either. The businesses were closed and most of the houses looked dark like the people were already in bed.

Again, he sensed something, "Go and give the milk to the people in the house across the street." The young man looked at the house. It was dark and it looked like the people were either gone or they were already asleep. He started to open the door and then sat back in the car seat.
"Lord, this is insane. Those people are asleep and if I wake them up, they are going to be mad and I will look stupid." Again, he felt like he should go and give the milk.
Finally, he opened the door, "Okay God, if this is you, I will go to the door and I will give them the milk. If you want me to look like a crazy person, okay. I want to be obedient. I guess that will count for something but if they don't answer right away, I am out of here."
He walked across the street and rang the bell. He could hear some noise inside. A man's voice yelled out, "Who is it? What do you want?" Then the door opened before the young man could get away.

The man was standing there in his jeans and T-shirt. He looked like he just got out of bed. He had a strange look on his face and he didn't seem too happy to have some stranger standing on his doorstep. "What is it?"
The young man thrust out the gallon of milk, "Here, I brought this to you." The man took the milk and rushed down a hallway.
Then from down the hall came a woman carrying the milk toward the kitchen. The man was following her holding a baby. The baby was crying. The man had tears streaming down his face.
The man began speaking and half crying, "We were just praying. We had some big bills this month and we ran out of money. We didn't have any milk for our baby. I was just praying and asking God to show me how to get some milk."

His wife in the kitchen yelled out, "I ask him to send an Angel with some. Are you an Angel?"
The young man reached in to his wallet and pulled out all the money he had on him and put in the man's hand. He turned and walked back toward his car and the tears were streaming down his face.
He knew that God still answers prayers.

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The Stranger, a Must read (It's not what you think)

The Stranger



A few months before I was born, my Dad met a stranger who was new to our
small Tennessee town. He brought this stranger home. 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,
well he was our storyteller. He would keep us spellbound for hours on end
with adventures, mysteries and he could really make us laugh and I saw him
make mom cry more then once. .

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. 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, was not allowed in our home.... not from
us, our friends or anybody. Our longtime visitor, however, got away with many
four-letter words that burned my ears and dad squirm and mom 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 and drugs. His comments were usually 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 there, waiting for someone to listen to him talk and watch
him draw his pictures. Oh..I guess I forgot to tell you hi 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."

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