by Jim Baumgaertel | Aug 31, 2006 | Gospel for West Africa, Out of the Depths - The Mystery of Suffering, Steve Phillips
JOSEPH WAS SOLD AS A SLAVE. THEY AFFLICTED HIS FEET…IN IRONS [Ps.105:17, 18] Beloved Joseph, favored and blessed by his father, was yet jealously despised by his brothers [Gen.37:3, 4]. Loved by a father, hated by brethren. It is a grievous burden to bear. Daily...
by Jim Baumgaertel | Aug 18, 2006 | Are We Like Christ?, Gospel for West Africa, Steve Phillips, THE STORM BREAKS - Chapter 4
Following are some accounts of various faithful martyrs who testified the good confession. They endured as seeing Him who is unseen, not accepting their release, that they might obtain a better resurrection. In the face of unspeakable horrors, they joined in suffering...
by Jim Baumgaertel | Aug 15, 2006 | Are We Like Christ?, Gospel for West Africa, Steve Phillips, THE STORM BREAKS - Chapter 4
Yet the Catacombs, a maze of underground burial tunnels beneath Rome, preach their silent testimony of the triumph of the gospel. Though skeletons of the saints have heads cut off, ribs and shoulder blades broken, or bones blackened by fire, nevertheless, the...
by Jim Baumgaertel | Aug 4, 2006 | Gospel for West Africa, Out of the Depths - The Mystery of Suffering, Steve Phillips
HAVE YOU CONSIDERED MY SERVANT, JOB? [Job 1:8] God Himself provoked the inquiry. It was the Lord who raised the question. Consider this man. Come, look well, friend or foe alike, or even Satan himself. Consider Job. Search him thoroughly. Examine him to his...
by Jim Baumgaertel | Jul 29, 2006 | Are We Like Christ?, Gospel for West Africa, Steve Phillips, THE STORM BREAKS - Chapter 4
Nero was the first to unleash the fury of imperial Rome against the saints. He was an almost indescribably wicked and perverted man. At night he would disguise himself as a common man and roam the streets of Rome with other rogues, raping women and murdering young...
by Jim Baumgaertel | Jul 20, 2006 | Gospel for West Africa, Steve Phillips, The Lamp
Man, by nature, hates the cross. Interwoven into every fiber of his being is the continuous thread of self-preservation. This is what occupies his waking existence from the cradle to the grave; seeking the soft, the simple, and the sweatless. We coddle, adorn, and...
