1.13-Why can’t I accomplish challenging things?
1.13-
Why can’t I accomplish challenging things?
Because you don’t believe God is able to do them.
Those who say it can’t be done are overrun by those who are doing it.
Acts 12.
Why can’t I accomplish challenging things?
Because you don’t believe God is able to do them.
Those who say it can’t be done are overrun by those who are doing it.
Acts 12.
5 All the time that Peter was under heavy guard in the
jailhouse, the church prayed for him most strenuously.
6 Then the time came for Herod to bring him out for the kill.
That night, even though shackled to two soldiers, one on either side, Peter
slept like a baby. And there were guards at the door keeping their eyes on the
place. Herod was taking no chances!
7-9 Suddenly there was an angel at his side and light flooding
the room. The angel shook Peter and got him up: “Hurry!” The handcuffs fell off
his wrists. The angel said, “Get dressed. Put on your shoes.” Peter did it.
Then, “Grab your coat and let’s get out of here.” Peter followed him, but
didn’t believe it was really an angel—he thought he was dreaming.
10-11 Past the first guard and then the second, they came to the
iron gate that led into the city. It swung open before them on its own, and
they were out on the street, free as the breeze. At the first intersection the
angel left him, going his own way. That’s when Peter realized it was no dream.
“I can’t believe it—this really happened! The Master sent his angel and rescued
me from Herod’s vicious little production and the spectacle the Jewish mob was
looking forward to.”
12-14 Still shaking his head, amazed, he went to Mary’s house, the
Mary who was John Mark’s mother. The house was packed with praying friends.
When he knocked on the door to the courtyard, a young woman named Rhoda came to
see who it was. But when she recognized his voice—Peter’s voice!—she was so
excited and eager to tell everyone Peter was there that she forgot to open the
door and left him standing in the street.
15-16 But they wouldn’t believe her, dismissing her, dismissing
her report. “You’re crazy,” they said. She stuck by her story, insisting. They
still wouldn’t believe her and said, “It must be his angel.” All this time poor
Peter was standing out in the street, knocking away.
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