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Five Minute Friday – It Only Takes a Moment
Sunday, October 02, 2011
The Gospel
The Grace of the Gospel
The Gift of the Gospel
The Faith of the Gospel
The Way of the Gospel
The Truth of the Gospel
The Repentance of the Gospel
The Wrath of the Gospel
The Payment of the Gospel
The Death of the Gospel
The Resurrection of the Gospel
The Satisfaction of the Gospel
The Peace of the Gospel
The Life of the Gospel
The Savior of the Gospel
by Susan Bunts Wachtel
October 1, 2011
Monday, July 18, 2011
Little Do They Know
Little do they know
My soul will never find rest
I spent months fighting this wretched disease
On my death bed
Suffering day and night
They couldn’t take it any longer
Eventually they prayed
That I would suffer no more
They whispered in my ear
It’s okay, you can let go now
You are going to a better place
Little did they know
Where I would spend eternity
Now my soul will never find rest
I was never too religious
Thought that Jesus’ claim as being the only way to salvation
Absurd and narrow minded
Surely all roads lead to heaven, don’t they?
I was a good person, not perfect, but good in comparison to others
Don’t all my good works count for something?
Well, I was wrong, dead wrong
Not that it makes any difference
But I’m a believer now
If only I could send someone to warn them
Repent! Receive Christ for the forgiveness of your sins
Lest you suffer the same fate as me
Susan Bunts Wachtel
July 18, 2011
I had started this poem on July 16, 2010, but finished it a year later.
How many times have you heard people say when a loved one has died, “Well at least they are not suffering anymore.” While those words are meant to bring comfort, as Christians we know the truth that when an unbeliever dies their suffering has just begun and will last for eternity.
May we be unapologetic and bold in sharing the Gospel message so that our family, friends, co-workers and even strangers may have the assurance that their sins have been forgiven and that they will be in heaven for eternity, not suffering in hell.
Friday, July 06, 2007
Hand It Over
Hand it over…Preacher boy,
Step away from the Gospel.
That’s good…now make them believe,
It’s their character,
Their righteousness that saves them,
Not the righteousness of Christ.
Never let them know the truth,
That there is no one righteous, no not one,
That their salvation was bought and paid for,
Through the blood of Jesus when He died on the cross.
Make them believe,
The wisdom of men,
Which speaks of works righteousness,
Not the holy, perfect, acceptable sacrifice of Christ Jesus alone.
Let them hear stories,
Instead be inspired by heroes and stories of men,
Hush…they needn’t know the truth,
That the Word of God alone can heal their broken lives.
Perhaps there is one not yet saved,
Who does not yet know the power of the Holy Spirit,
Of One who convicts men of sin,
Or the One who can transform their lives…by His power within.
Let them rest comfortably,
Seeking integrity in the eyes of men,
Share not the Gospel message, no nary a word,
Lest they be saved…a new creation in Christ
Good work,
Job well done…
Christ was not mentioned,
Not a whisper of promised assurance…forgiveness of their sin.
Preacher man…do not loose heart,
Nor feel you’ve betrayed,
The Gospel of Christ,
To a world not yet saved.
The enemy!
By Susan Bunts
July 1, 2007


