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Almighty Father, thank You for Your grace and mercy to me, family, friends and enemies. Thank You for reaching out to the people that those that read this daily devotion requesting prayer; this shows that You are Omnipresent, Omnipotent andOmnipotent. I pray for all peoples of the world that are Christian's and those that are secular, especially, those that are secular will through faith in Jesus, sincerely repent of their sins, accept Jesus as their Lord and Savior; then, and only then will they become heir, ambassador's and can have their prayers answered, because they will have a Father in heaven--Hollow is Your name--the only God of god's. Bless all in Jesus' name I pray. Amen. - Rev. Lynwood F. Mundy
April 18

Elvina M. Hall, 1820–1889
  “Come now, let us reason together,” says the Lord, “Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they are red as crimson, they shall be like wool.” (Isaiah 1:18)
It has been stated that all religious systems can be spelled with just two letters—D O. The gospel of Christ, however, is spelled with four letters—D O N E! This hymn text, written by a lay woman named Elvina Hall, speaks pointedly to this basic truth, which is the very basis of our Christian faith.
Mrs. Hall wrote these words one Sunday morning while seated in the choir loft of the Monument Street Methodist Church in Baltimore, Maryland, supposedly listening to the sermon by her pastor, the Rev. George Schrick. One can imagine a conversation something like this following the service:
  Pastor Schrick, I must confess that I wasn’t listening too closely to your message this morning. Because, you see, once you started preaching about how we can r…

After my Junior year in High School, I spent the summer working as a grounds keeper at the cemetery. As I recall, the pay was fairly low, and the work was hard. Really, hard isn’t the word. Mowing the grass and cutting down the weeds was the easy stuff. The hard work involved using a shovel. And we used a shovel almost every day. We laid gravel on the dirt roads in the cemetery by hand. We’d shovel it from a pile into the back of the head caretaker’s old pickup, then he’d drive down the dirt road and I’d shovel it out of the back. Shoveling gravel is particularly hard because the shovel doesn’t go in smoothly. It was much harder than shoveling dirt, but to tell you the truth, I’d rather spend the day shoveling gravel than dirt.

We shoveled dirt on two occasions, either the grave caved in after a hard rain or someone passed away. Because it was a small town, I usually knew anyone who died, sometimes I even considered them friends. I hated shoveling dirt.

But the job wasn’t al…