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I Know Him for Myself!




"And many of the Samaritans of that city believed on him for the saying of the woman, which testified, He told me all that ever I did. So when the Samaritans were come unto him, they besought him that he would tarry with them: and he abode there two days.And many more believed because of his own word; And said unto the woman, Now we believe, not because of thy saying: for we have heard him ourselves, and know that this is indeed the Christ, the Saviour of the world." - St. John 4:39-42

 Dear Friends,

 My cousins sang a song years ago, "Jesus Met the Woman at the Well."  Jesus met the woman and he told her all she ever did... The encounter that the Samaritan woman had with Jesus was transforming. No doubt she had heard about the Man from Galilee. Yet when she had a chance to meet him for herself, the personal encounter was one she could not forget. During this encounter, Jesus the former stranger became Jesus the All Knowing as he revealed the truth of her past.

 The Samaritan woman could not keep her life changing testimony to herself. Her testimony caused others to seek Jesus.  They listened to Jesus and received His Word.  Their acceptance of the Lord was due to their personal experience.  Hear them proclaim:

 "Now we believe, not because of thy saying: for we have heard him ourselves, and know that this is indeed the Christ, the Saviour of the world."

 What joy, what freedom to know the Lord for yourself.  To know Jesus as Personal Savior is to have freedom.  To know Jesus as Personal Savior is to freely receive salvation by the blood of the Lamb. To know Jesus as Personal Savior is to have the comfort of the Holy Spirit dwelling on the inside.
To know Jesus as Person Savior is to be positioned to boldly proclaim, Yes I know Jesus!

 I know Him for myself!

 in Christ,

 Sis. Stephanie

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