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What to expect?

Welcome back!  What an awesome time of year it is indeed.  A time to celebrate Jesus’ birth and to remember what it means to us and how it has changed our lives.  Now, we press on into the New Year with ideas of New Beginnings and Goals.  One of our goals this year here at LTF ministries is to get our broadcasting network up and running, not only with pod casting, but some fun informative videos of everyday people and life.  We are going to Introduce LTFM Broadcasting at so,e point this year.   

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God Bless,

LTF Ministries Team

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Ressurection Day

 

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Many will be celebrating "Easter" soon. Chocolate bunnies and painted eggs along with baskets of candy will cause delight in many children as they celebrate.  I do not celebrate Easter, but I do celebrate "Ressurection Day."  The tradition of Easter has long since taken away the reality of the true meaning of that day.  Not to get off topic, but as a side note you may want to research at a later time, Easter is actually named after a pagan holiday. I want to discuss is the seriousness of the crucificiton.  Do you really know what it meant to be crucified? The agony and suffering that is caused by this type of punishment can be understood when seeing or hearing a physician giving the medical aspects of what happens to the body during a crucifiction.  Please read the below description, and remember this all happened to Jesus after he had been tortured relentlessly and had to drag a heavy cross on His already wounded body.

Below is an excerpt taken from cbn.com called “A Physician’s View of the Crucifixion of Jesus Christ”. Please read it and think on it. Have a blessed ressurection day, knowing that Christ did what he did for your eternity.

The legionnaire feels for the depression at the front of the wrist. He drives a heavy, square, wrought-iron nail through the wrist and deep into the wood. Quickly, he moves to the other side and repeats the action, being careful not to pull the arms to tightly, but to allow some flexion and movement. The patibulum is then lifted in place at the top of the stipes and the titulus reading, “Jesus of Nazareth, King of the Jews,” is nailed in place. 

The left foot is now pressed backward against the right foot, and with both feet extended, toes down, a nail is driven through the arch of each, leaving the knees moderately flexed. The Victim is now crucified. As He slowly sags down with more weight on the nails in the wrists, excruciating pain shoots along the fingers and up the arms to explode in the brain — the nails in the wrists are putting pressure on the median nerves.

As He pushes Himself upward to avoid this stretching torment, He places His full weight on the nail through His feet. Again there is the searing agony of the nail tearing through the nerves between the metatarsal bones of the feet.  At this point, as the arms fatigue, great waves of cramps sweep over the muscles, knotting them in deep, relentless, throbbing pain. With these cramps comes the inability to push Himself upward. Hanging by his arms, the pectoral muscles are paralyzed and the intercostal muscles are unable to act. Air can be drawn into the lungs, but cannot be exhaled. Jesus fights to raise Himself in order to get even one short breath. Finally, carbon dioxide builds up in the lungs and in the blood stream and the cramps partially subside. Spasmodically, he is able to push Himself upward to exhale and bring in the life-giving oxygen.

Jesus experienced hours of limitless pain, cycles of twisting, joint-rending cramps, intermittent partial asphyxiation, searing pain where tissue is torn from His lacerated back as He moves up and down against the rough timber. Then another agony begins — a terrible crushing pain deep in the chest as the pericardium slowly fills with serum and begins to compress the heart.  One remembers again the 22nd Psalm, the 14th verse: “I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint; my heart is like wax; it is melted in the midst of my bowels.” 

It is now almost over. The loss of tissue fluids has reached a critical level; the compressed heart is struggling to pump heavy, thick, sluggish blood into the tissue; the tortured lungs are making a frantic effort to gasp in small gulps of air. The markedly dehydrated tissues send their flood of stimuli to the brain. Jesus gasps His fifth cry, “I thirst.”  One remembers another verse from the prophetic 22nd Psalm: “My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; and thou has brought me into the dust of death.” A sponge soaked in posca, the cheap, sour wine which is the staple drink of the Roman legionaries, is lifted to His lips. He apparently doesn’t take any of the liquid.

The body of Jesus is now in extremes, and He can feel the chill of death creeping through His tissues. This realization brings out His sixth words, possibly little more than a tortured whisper, “It is finished.”  His mission of atonement has completed. Finally He can allow his body to die.