Saturday, 10 January 2026

🎵Just as I am🎶- Charlotte Elliott


 She was an invalid who felt useless to God. From her sickbed, she wrote one hymn in 1835. Billy Graham used it to convert millions—and never knew her name.

This was 1822. Charlotte Elliott was 33 years old, lying in bed in Brighton, England, battling chronic illness that had stolen her strength, her independence, her future.

She was angry. Angry at God for the illness. Angry at herself for being useless. Angry that everyone around her was serving God while she could barely leave her room.

Then a Swiss evangelist named César Malan visited her family's home. And in one conversation, he gave her the answer that would echo through two centuries.

Charlotte Elliott was born March 18, 1789, in Clapham, England, to a well-connected family. Her grandfather was Henry Venn, a prominent evangelical minister. Her father was a respected merchant. She grew up in comfort, education, privilege.

As a young woman, Charlotte was talented, artistic, witty. She wrote poetry. She painted portraits. She was known in Brighton society as charming and clever.

Then, in her early thirties, illness struck.

The exact diagnosis is unclear—accounts mention something like chronic fatigue, possibly what we'd now call ME/CFS or another debilitating condition. What's certain is that Charlotte became an invalid, confined to bed or couch for most of her remaining 49 years.

The physical limitations were devastating. But worse was the spiritual torment.

Charlotte looked around and saw everyone doing important work for God. Her brother Henry was an Anglican clergyman. Her sister-in-law organized charity bazaars. Her friends visited the poor and taught Sunday school.

And Charlotte could barely get out of bed.

She felt useless. Worse than useless—a burden. What could someone trapped in a sickbed possibly offer God?

In 1822, Dr. César Malan, a Swiss Reformed minister and evangelist, visited the Elliott family in Brighton. He was passionate, articulate, and deeply committed to personal conversion experiences.

One evening, Charlotte found herself in conversation with him. She was struggling spiritually—wrestling with doubt, anger, feelings of worthlessness.

"How can I come to God?" she asked him. "I have nothing to bring. I can do nothing for Him."

Malan's answer was simple: "Come to Him just as you are."

Just as you are. Not when you're better. Not when you're useful. Not when you have something to offer. Now. As you are. Sick, angry, doubtful, useless.

God wants you anyway.

The words struck Charlotte deeply. Not immediately—she continued struggling for months. But slowly, the truth settled into her soul.

God didn't need her productivity. He wanted her.

Thirteen years later, in 1835, Charlotte was still an invalid. Still mostly bedridden. Still unable to do the active ministry work she wished she could do.

Her brother Henry was organizing a charity bazaar to raise money for a school for daughters of poor clergy. Everyone in the family was helping—planning, organizing, setting up tables, preparing items to sell.

Everyone except Charlotte, who lay in her room, unable to help.

The old feelings of uselessness returned. What good was she? What could she contribute?

Then she remembered Malan's words: "Come to Him just as you are."

That night, in 1835, Charlotte Elliott wrote a hymn. Not a grand theological treatise. Not a complicated melody. Just simple words expressing what she'd learned:

Just as I am, without one plea,

But that Thy blood was shed for me,

And that Thou bidst me come to Thee,

O Lamb of God, I come, I come.

She wrote six verses total. Each began with "Just as I am" and ended with "I come, I come."

The verses described her exactly: weak, conflicted, poor, blind, full of doubts and fears. And each verse affirmed that God welcomed her anyway—not despite these things, but with them.

Charlotte's brother published the hymn in a collection called "The Invalid's Hymn Book" in 1836. It began circulating in England, then America, then globally.

The hymn resonated with people who felt unworthy, inadequate, too broken to approach God. It told them what Charlotte had learned: God doesn't wait for you to fix yourself. He meets you exactly where you are.

Charlotte Elliott lived another 36 years after writing the hymn, dying September 22, 1871, at age 82. She wrote over 150 hymns during her lifetime, but "Just As I Am" was the one that endured.

She never knew how far her words would travel.

A century after she wrote it, in the 1930s, a young preacher named Billy Graham was beginning his ministry. Born in 1918 on a dairy farm in Charlotte, North Carolina, Graham had converted to Christianity at age 15 during a revival meeting in 1934.

As Graham began preaching—first to small groups, then larger crowds, eventually to stadium-filling crusades broadcast worldwide—he developed a pattern.

He would preach. Then he would invite people to make a decision for Christ. And as people walked forward to commit their lives to God, a hymn would play.

That hymn was "Just As I Am."

Graham didn't choose it randomly. The hymn captured exactly what he believed: that people didn't need to clean up their lives before coming to God. They could come broken, sinful, confused, doubting.

They could come just as they were.

For over 60 years of ministry, from the 1940s through the early 2000s, Billy Graham closed every crusade with "Just As I Am." The hymn became synonymous with his invitation—so much that many people called it "Billy Graham's song," not realizing it had been written by an English invalid a century earlier.

Millions of people walked forward during that hymn. In stadiums across America, Europe, Asia, Africa, Australia. In person and on television and radio broadcasts reaching hundreds of millions more.

How many people committed their lives to Christ while hearing Charlotte Elliott's words? Impossible to count. Millions, certainly. Perhaps tens of millions over Graham's 60-year ministry.

Charlotte Elliott, the invalid who felt useless to God, wrote words that would accompany more conversions than perhaps any other hymn in history.

She never knew. She died in 1871, decades before Billy Graham was born, never imagining her simple verses would echo through stadiums filled with 100,000 people.

The irony is beautiful: Charlotte wrote the hymn because she felt she had nothing to offer God. The hymn became one of the most powerful tools for evangelism in modern Christian history.

Her "uselessness" produced usefulness beyond measure.

Today, "Just As I Am" remains one of Christianity's most beloved hymns. It's been translated into dozens of languages. It's been sung at countless church services, revivals, evangelistic events.

Most people who sing it have never heard of Charlotte Elliott. They don't know she was an invalid. They don't know about her conversation with César Malan. They don't know she wrote it feeling worthless and unproductive.

But they know the words. And the words still carry the same message they did in 1835:

You don't have to be strong. You don't have to be perfect. You don't have to have everything figured out.

Come as you are. God wants you anyway.

Charlotte Elliott lived 82 years. For 49 of those years, she was an invalid—mostly bedridden, often in pain, unable to do the active ministry she wished she could do.

She wrote 150 hymns. One became the invitation hymn for the largest evangelistic crusades in modern history.

She felt useless to God. She wrote words expressing that feeling of inadequacy and God's acceptance despite it.

Those words converted millions.

Billy Graham used her hymn for 60 years and became one of Christianity's most influential evangelists. He knew every word of "Just As I Am."

He probably never knew Charlotte Elliott's name.

She was an invalid who felt she had nothing to offer God.

From her sickbed in 1835, she wrote six verses.

A century later, Billy Graham used those verses to invite millions to faith.

Charlotte Elliott never knew the impact of her "useless" life. She died thinking she'd contributed little.

But her hymn outlived her by 150 years and counting. Her words have been sung by hundreds of millions. Her simple message—come to God just as you are—has shaped modern evangelism.

The invalid who felt worthless wrote words worth more than she could imagine.

She came to God just as she was: sick, weak, doubting.

And from that honest brokenness came a hymn that would bring millions to do the same.

Charlotte Elliott: March 18, 1789 – September 22, 1871.

Invalid. Poet. Hymn writer.

The woman who felt useless to God and wrote the words that converted millions.

Just as she was.

Thursday, 20 November 2025

Secret of youthful heart🧡


 *Found this lovely poem worthy to share*


When wrinkles bloom and joints protest,  

Don’t teach the world—just give it rest.  

Even if you're right (and you often are),  

Unsolicited wisdom leaves a scar.


Help only when someone pleads,  

Don’t plant advice like stubborn weeds.  

Don’t bubble-wrap your kin from pain—  

Just love them deep, and not explain.


No moaning 'bout your knees or pills,  

Or neighbors, netas, unpaid bills.  

Don’t turn bitter, don’t be loud—  

Grumpy elders aren’t allowed!


Don’t expect your kids to bow,  

They love you—just not like wow.  

Gratitude’s not their daily bread,  

It’s us who dream it in our head.


Avoid the dreaded elder speech:  

“In my time…” or “I did each…”  

“I’m older, hence I know it all!”  

That’s not wisdom—it’s just gall.


Don’t waste your cash on youth’s disguise,  

On creams or potions full of lies.  

Better to travel, dance, and roam—  

Than Botox your way back to home.


Stay with the times, don’t lag behind,  

Learn new tech, expand your mind.  

Read the news, decode the apps—  

Don’t be the one who always naps.


Do what you love, while you still can,  

Be your own fan, your biggest stan.  

No guilt-trips down memory lane—  

You did your best, now don’t complain.


Hold your pride, your grace, your name,  

Don’t play the martyr’s aging game.  

Keep giving love, your finest art—  

That’s the secret to a youthful heart.😊

Friday, 24 October 2025

👨‍⚖True Justice 🍞🧀

 


🥖 The Boy Who Stole Bread — and the Judge Who Taught the World a Lesson ⚖️


In a crowded courtroom, a 15-year-old boy stood trembling, his head lowered. He had been caught stealing — not money, not gold — but a packet of bread and some cheese. When the store guard tried to stop him, he resisted, and in the scuffle, a shelf broke.


The judge looked at him and asked gently,


“Did you really steal these things?”

“Yes, sir,” the boy whispered.

“Why?”

“Because I needed to.”

“You could have bought them.”

“I had no money.”

“Then ask your family.”

“I only have my mother, sir… she’s sick and unemployed. The bread and cheese were for her.”


The courtroom fell silent. The judge asked again, “Don’t you work?”


“I wash cars, sir… but I took the day off to look after my mother.”

“Did you ask anyone for help?”

“I begged since morning… no one helped.”


The judge leaned back in his chair. His eyes softened, and after a moment of silence, he began reading his verdict:


“Theft — especially the theft of bread — is a terrible crime. But today, everyone in this courtroom shares the guilt of this theft — including me. Because if a child has to steal food for his sick mother, then we, as a society, have failed him.”


Then, to everyone’s surprise, he announced:


“I fine every person present here, including myself, $10 each for allowing hunger to exist in our city. No one will leave until they pay.”


He placed $10 from his own pocket on the table.


“And,” the judge continued, “I impose a $1,000 fine on the store owner for handing a hungry child to the police instead of giving him food. If it’s not paid within 24 hours, the court will order the store to be sealed.”


When the session ended, the courtroom was filled with tears. The boy stood quietly — his hiccups gone — staring at the judge with eyes full of gratitude and disbelief.


That day, justice wasn’t just delivered; it was felt.

Because true justice isn’t about punishing the weak — it’s about correcting the wrongs of society.


🌍 “Civilizations don’t thrive because of religion or wealth — they thrive when they have humanity.” ❤️



Saturday, 6 September 2025

✝️Sometimes its tough to understand 🖤

 ❤ 


Jesus didn’t heal everyone.

I’ve wrestled with that truth in the quiet places no one sees, in the hospital hallways where prayers echoed unanswered,

in the graveside silences where I begged Him to come late like He did for Lazarus…

and still believed He could.

He didn’t always stop.

He didn’t always speak.

Sometimes… He just walked by.

Sometimes the thorn wasn’t removed….


And that truth used to ache in me like a wound I couldn’t name.

I had this idea that if He could, He should.

That if He was near, He would fix what was broken. That if He loved me, He’d rescue me, quickly, publicly, visibly.

But He didn’t.

And yet… He loved me still.


I used to think miracles were the evidence of favor. Now I see, sometimes, the silence is.

Sometimes the “no” is just as holy as the “now.”

Sometimes the waiting is more sacred than the wonder.

Because the truth is, Jesus didn’t heal everyone.

Not every lame man walked.

Not every blind eye opened.

Not every storm was stilled.

Not every grave was emptied.

But He saw every ache.

He felt every cry.

He wept at every tomb.

Even the ones He didn’t raise.


I’m learning that His love is not proven by how quickly He answers,

but by how faithfully He stays when He doesn’t.

He didn’t always heal the body.

But He always touched the soul.

He always restored what mattered most.

And He always walked in love, even when His hands didn’t move the way I hoped.

So here I am, years into a prayer I’m still waiting on. Holding the tension between faith and fatigue.

Still believing He can.

Still trusting Him even if He doesn’t.

Still finding Him in the places I didn’t expect, 

the long nights, the dry spells, the closed doors, the empty hands.

And maybe, just maybe, that’s the deeper healing.


Maybe He walked past them so He could walk with me.

Maybe He withheld the miracle to give me more of Him.

Maybe the greatest healing isn’t in the answer, 

but in the nearness of the One who holds me while I wait.

He didn’t heal everyone. But He never passed by the brokenhearted.

And I know now, He has not passed by me.

Wednesday, 28 May 2025

🎵The Story 🎶behind the 🎼Song▶️

 


✝️

"I have decided to follow Jesus"


In 1904 a Welshman ventured halfway across the world to India and he trekked up the mountains towards a remote village in the east. 


He was told, "Go back! The tribe in that village are famously

violent" but the Welshman ignored the warnings because even these savage headhunters should have the opportunity to hear about the mercy of God.


One Garo tribesman from the tribe Meghalaya named 'Nokseng' and his family heard the Gospel and received Jesus as their Savior. The good news was too good to keep to themselves and they shared the Gospel with others in the tribe.


The chief was very angry and he had the tribesman and his family dragged before the village.


 "Stop following Jesus!" the chief demanded. 


The tribesman replied "No I have decided to follow Jesus I am not turning back" 


The chief was furious and killed the tribes man's children.


"Stop following Jesus!" the chief insisted. 


The tribesman replied "Though none go with me

I still will follow no turning back." 


The chief showed no mercy and he killed the tribes man's wife. 


"Now you will stop following this Jesus!" the chief said. 


The tribesman looked the chief in the eyes and replied "The cross before me the world behind me no turning back." 


The chief could not believe his ears and he killed the tribesman. 

.


Jesus said if a grain of wheat dies it bears much fruit and that day many of the villagers who witnessed the persecution of that tribesman and his family also decided to follow Jesus - even the chief himself became a follower of Jesus Christ.


The tribes man's last words became the song of the village and today it is sung all around the world.


A hundred years later, you still sing this song to church. 


"I have decided to follow Jesus.


No turning back, no turning back."


Do you know that you are singing the words of a dead man who lost his children, lost his wife, and eventually lost his own life for Jesus? 


How many people have you lost? Some of you might have, but the fact you are reading this means you still have your own life. Why falter in faith when you lose the little things you value on this Earth? Why do you threaten yourself to stop following Jesus when hardships come? Why do you deny Christ’s Lordship over your life when your friends are around?


You can lose your job. 


Lose a loved one. 


Lose all your friends.


Lose an exam. 


Lose a great opportunity. 


Lose a romantic interest. 


You can lose literally EVERYTHING here on Earth, but remember Nokseng and the words he said when he lost everything:


"The Cross before me, the world behind me. No turning back."


Friends, whether you have decided to follow Jesus this week, last month, last year, or many years ago... 


Remember,


N O   T U R N I N G   B A C K


--

The Imperial Patriarch

Saturday, 12 April 2025

👉Ignore the labels🙈

 


During a prank, a student stuck a paper on his classmate's back that said "𝗜'𝗺 𝗦𝘁𝘂𝗽𝗶𝗱", and asked the rest of the class not to tell the boy.


Thus the students began laughing on and off...


Came afternoon math class started and their teacher wrote a difficult question on the board.


No one was able to answer it except the boy with the sticker.


Amid the unexplained giggles, he walked toward the board and solved the problem.


The teacher asked the class to clap for him and remove the paper on his back.


She told him: "It seems that you don’t know about the paper your classmate has pasted on your back."


Then the teacher looked at the rest of the class and said:


"Before I give you a punishment, let me tell you 2 things:


First, throughout your Life, people will put labels on you with many nasty words to stop your progress.


Had your classmate known about the paper, he wouldn't have gotten up to answer the question.


𝗔𝗹𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗼 𝗶𝗻 𝗟𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝗴𝗻𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝗯𝗲𝗹𝘀 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝗶𝘇𝗲 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗼𝗽𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝘂𝗻𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗻, 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘄 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳."


"Second, it’s clear that he doesn't have any loyal friend among you all to tell him about the sticker.


It doesn't matter how many friends you have - it is the loyalty you share with your friends that matters.


𝗜𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗱𝗲𝗳𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗯𝗲𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸, 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝘂𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗳𝗳 𝗮𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗲."

 

Ignore the labels others give you.


Dr Fami

Tuesday, 21 January 2025

👉Jesus has the final say✝️

👉          ☦
 *Father God always has the final say.*


▪︎ Unless God commands, no blessing can come your way.


▪︎ Unless God commands, no curse spoken against you shall come to pass.


▪︎ Unless God signs your petition, nothing would be sanctioned.


▪︎ Unless God decides, there would be a delay.


▪︎ Unless God says "open" , those doors would remain shut.


▪︎ Unless God says "close", no man can close the doors He opened.


Know and acknowledge that God is the one who holds the Power and the Authority.


*Lamentations 3:37*


*Who has spoken and it came to pass, unless the Lord has commanded it?*


DO NOT BE UPSET WITH PEOPLE WHEN THEY TRY TO PUT YOU DOWN. NO MAN HAS THE AUTHORITY TO PULL YOU DOWN OR TO LIFT YOU UP. GOD IS THE ONE WHO HOLDS ALL THE AUTHORITY - YES, HE HAS THE FINAL SAY.

Monday, 16 December 2024

🤩 Happiness 🎈

 




A teacher gave a balloon to every student, who had to inflate it, write their name on it and throw it in the hallway. The teacher then mixed all the balloons. The students were then given 5 minutes to find their own balloon. Despite a hectic search, no one found their balloon.

At that point, the teacher told the students to take the first balloon that they found and hand it to the person whose name was written on it. Within 5 minutes, everyone had their own balloon.

The teacher said to the students: "These balloons are like happiness. We will never find it if everyone is looking for their own. But if we care about other people's happiness, we'll find ours too."

May your day be filled with happiness. ❤️

Tuesday, 29 October 2024

⛪Get ready for second coming ✝️

 




Every minute someone leaves this world behind. Age has nothing to do with it.

We are all in "the line" without knowing it.

We never know how many people are before us.

We can not move to the back of the line.

We can not step out of the line.

We can not avoid the line.


So while we wait in line:


Make moments count.

Make priorities.

Make the time.

Make your gifts known.

Make a nobody feel like a somebody.

Make your voice heard.

Make the small things big.

Make someone smile.

Make the change.

Make love.

Make up.

Make peace.

Make sure to tell your people they are loved.

Make sure to have no regrets.

Make sure you are ready… 




- Marianne Baum

Friday, 6 September 2024

👨‍👩‍👧‍👧Waiting- hurts ☹

 


The fate of parents is to wait for their children. They wait during pregnancy, they wait after school, they wait for them to return home after a night out. They wait as their children start their own lives. They wait for them to come home from work to a warm dinner. They wait with love, with anxiety, and sometimes with fleeting anger that dissipates as soon as they see their children and can embrace them.

Make sure your elderly parents don't have to wait any longer. Visit them, love them, hug the ones who loved you like no one else ever will. Don't keep them waiting; they're expecting this from you.

Because bodies age, but the hearts of parents never grow old. Love them as much as you can. No one will love you like your parents do. ❤️

🎵Just as I am🎶- Charlotte Elliott

 She was an invalid who felt useless to God. From her sickbed, she wrote one hymn in 1835. Billy Graham used it to convert millions—and neve...