OPEN HEAVENS FOR TEENS 25 MARCH 2020 WEDNESDAY: WHAT AROMA?
MEMORISE: And when he looked on him, he was afraid, and said, What is it, Lord? And he said unto him, Thy prayers and thine alms are come up for a memorial before God. Acts 10:4
READ: REVELATION 8:3-4
3. And another angel came and stood at the altar, having a golden censer; and there was given unto him much incense, that he should offer it with the prayers of all saints upon the golden altar which was before the throne.
4. And the smoke of the incense, which came with the prayers of the saints, ascended up before God out of the angel’s hand.
Two very potent, but highly neglected weapons available to children of God are prayers and love. These weapons are so powerful that their effects can outlive them. That is what happened in Acts 10:4.
The prayers and show of love that Cornelius had done did not end there, but they were effective even years after they were done as God remembered them.
Do you pray? Do you give to the poor? Do you visit the sick and destitute?
If your answer to these questions is ‘no’ then that means you are not sending any aroma to heaven and that is dangerous.
The acts of kindness that you do may seem to go unnoticed today, but they have gone into God’s book of memories and soon, they will be brought to remembrance.
The prayers that you have prayer that seem not to be answered are on God’s record and the answers will come soon, but I must advice you to keep the aroma going to God. Galatians 6:9
“And let us not be weary in well doing: for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not.“
Are you sending aromas of prayer and love to God
BIBLE IN ONE YEAR:
JOSHUA 11-13; LUKE 4:1-32
1. My faith looks up to Thee,
Thou Lamb of Calvary,
Now hear me while I pray,
Take all my guilt away,
Oh, let me from this day
Be wholly Thine!
2. May Thy rich grace impart
Strength to my fainting heart,
My zeal inspire!
As Thou hast died for me,
Oh, may my love to Thee
Pure, warm and changeless be,
A living fire!
3. While life’s dark maze I tread,
And griefs around me spread,
Be Thou my guide;
Bid darkness turn to day,
Wipe sorrow’s tears away,
Nor let me ever stray
From Thee aside.
4. When ends life’s transient dream,
When death’s cold sullen stream
Shall o’er me roll;
Blest Savior, then, in love,
Fear and distrust remove;
Oh, bear me safe above,
A ransomed soul.
AUTHORS: Pastor E.A. Adeboye
Pastor (Mrs.) Folu Adeboye