Monday, April 15, 2013

SECOND MISSIONARY JOURNEY TO DETROIT


Dan Sheridan and I traveled again to the Detroit area two weekends ago to meet with some fellow-believers there and record three-weeks worth of high-quality audio shows on the Divine Secrets.

We had started on the Divine Secrets during our Indianapolis days at WBRI, but were unceremoniously kicked off the air before barely scratching the surface. We tried again a couple years later at a studio in Illinois, but Sheridan lost the files. Is the third time the charm? Yes. 

In a remarkable stretch of teaching, Dan and I recorded 15 shows in a matter of nine hours in a hotel room in Dearborn, Michigan. These shows are presently being broadcast, a day at a time, on this website: www.martinzender.com. 

(Go to “The Martin Zender/Dan Sheridan Show” and begin with Show 48: “God Shares Secrets With His Friends.”)

Thanks again to Harsh Bhavsar, who paid for our room and bought us dinner at Buffalo Wild Wings.

We think these shows turned out very well. We stand by the truth, as heralded. We pray these Scriptural presentations connect you with God's heart and mind. If they do, please let us know.

mzender@martinzender.com
dan@sheridanvoice.com

Thanks.

Room 216, Extended Stay America
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HANNAH'S POEMS


Fourteen year-old Hannah Newman (she may be fifteen by now if she had a birthday since December), of Las Vegas, writes some really good poems sparkling with a depth and maturity beyond her years. Hannah is the one who, after my talk on the creation of the universe in her living room last December, ran to the Internet to find out whether I was correct to say that the Hebrew title “Elohim” was plural. By the time I found her at her computer, she had three sites open.

Hannah, her brother, and her mom and dad, Joe and Melinda, are coming here to Windber the first week of May. In celebration of this visit, I am finally publishing two of the poems Hannah gave me in Las Vegas. Without further ado, ladies and gentlemen, I give you Hannah Newman.

PEOPLE ARE COLD AND MEAN

People are cold and mean,
But God’s love they have not yet seen.
He loves more than anyone can imagine,
He sent his son to die,
To save all,
Each and every one.

He gives grace; have faith,
Because you’re never going to see His face—
But through His people.

In darkness you will do nothing but kill,
Steal and destroy;
You don’t have a choice,
Until you hear God’s voice.

He will call upon you and save you from your fatal life,
Filled with strife.
So in His call, He is giving eternal living.

Praise God; praise His majesty, His sagacity—
His love beyond capacity.
Your fate is to live in a kingdom made of gold;
Your place made out for you cannot, will not
Be sold.
He has your name written—
In bold.

Christ died and rose; the devil will be gone
And out of your nose, as soon as  
The Lord, Christ, descends from
The heavens to the grounds of
The Earth,
The place where Christ has his birth ...
His death ...
And His resurrection.

                        —Hannah Newman

GOD IS MY FATHER

God is my Father.
Christ is my Savior.
The more you hear the truth,
The more you become a craver.
It is boring at first,
Then develops flavor
When you realize you don’t need
To correct your behavior.

At first you go through a path of destruction,
Have an everyday malfunction.
God will renew you
With construction.
This is His plan;
It is hard to understand.

God is molding you to perfection. Look at the crucifixion
Rather than the resurrection.
Look at what Christ did; you will begin to see
His reflection.

Not all will be saved—
Not all at once.
Once you see that God is to glory,
In His watch,
There is no need to worry.
All will be saved after that last age.
Death will be abolished in the final stage.
The devil will be in a rage.

We will realize what God gave us,
And glory in Him.
All creation will be without sin.

                                    —Hannah Newman