I love to travel. I traveled to earth and was born as a babe. I traveled from Nazareth to Egypt when I was a boy and then returned to Nazareth. I traveled to Jerusalem three times a year to the feasts. In fact, I observed every feast in Jerusalem.
During My short ministry of three 1/2 years I traveled daily around the Sea of Galilee. I visited every village and every town. I did not have a back pack or a suitcase. I took no food with Me. I trusted My Father to take care of My needs and He did. Soon there were many who followed Me in My travels. Many of them supplied a place for Me to sleep and to dine. My favorite spot on the Galilee was Peter's home. His mother-in-law loved to cook. They often had church in their home.
When I was about to be crucified, I traveled from the Mt. of Olives to Jerusalem where I was welcomed by the crowds. Then I traveled the long road in Jerusalem to Golgotha. When I reached Golgotha and took My last breath, My Spirit left My body and I traveled to preach to those saints in Abraham's bosom. After I was raised from the dead, I traveled to receive the promise of My Father. Then I traveled back to earth and enjoyed the fellowship with My disciples.
I ascended into heaven from the Mt. of Olives and soon I will travel back to earth and set My feet once again on the Mt. of Olives. Through all My travels, I had you on My heart. I gave My life for you and one day you will travel to meet Me in the air to attend the marriage supper I have prepared for you.
LUKE 16:22; 1 PETER 3:19
Thursday, March 29, 2012
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