Xulon Press, 2007 - 326 páginas
Bill Myers, International Best Selling Author: "I know few writers as committed to learning their craft as Skip. At 50 plus years of age he's well beyond playing at writing and is of the breed that has to write, regardless. As an international pastor/evangelist/church planter who has been on the cutting edge, he's got a wealth of human experience to draw from. This tenacity, coupled with his experiences, his sizeable talent for story telling, and his great heart leads me to encourage any agent to take him on"- Bill Myers. Skip Ball writes from many first-hand experiences. His work has led him into confrontations with a terrorist in Northern Ireland, rioting in Belfast, and the bombing of Black Friday and numerous encounters with Druidic witchcraft in England and with a member of the Charlie Manson cult. Because of his vocal commitment to his Christian faith, numerous threats have been made on his life from blood rituals to violent confrontations at gunpoint. He's worked with an East German prisoner escapee, the British police on a suicide case and counseled with many families facing illness and death. He's walked the path of sorrow on behalf of many and offered consolation and Christian hope. Skip Ball 1398 E. Hillcrest Drive, #225 Thousand Oaks, CA 91362 805-379-4923 firstname.lastname@example.org www.skipball.org
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Página xiii - MAN, that is born of a woman, hath but a short time to live, and is full of misery. He cometh up, and is cut down like a flower ; he fleeth as it were a shadow, and never continueth in one stay.
Página xiii - Yet, O Lord God most holy, O Lord most mighty, O holy and most merciful Saviour, deliver us not into the bitter pains of eternal death. Thou knowest, Lord, the secrets of our hearts; shut not thy merciful ears to our prayer; but spare us, Lord most holy, O God most mighty, O holy and merciful Saviour, thou most worthy Judge eternal, suffer us not, at our last hour, for any pains of death, to fall from thee.
Página i - We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed. We always carry around in our body the death of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may also be revealed in our body. "For we who are alive are always being given over to death for Jesus' sake, so that his life may be revealed in our mortal body.