The judge in the prison still had his job to do, and there came a day when he showed me papers that could mean not only my death sentence but also the death sentence of family and friends.
“Can you explain these papers?” he asked.
“No, I can't,” I admitted.
Suddenly he took all the papers and threw them into the stove! When l saw the flames destroy those condemning papers, I knew I had been guarded by divine power and understood as never before Colossians 2:14:
Blotting out the handwriting of ordinances that was against us, which was contrary to us, (Jesus) took it out of the way, nailing it to his cross.
Lord, we thank You for Your constant protection for Your ocean of love and forgiveness.
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