Jim Cymbala Scandals – The Brooklyn Tabernacle Forum

He hideth my soul in the cleft of the rock That shadows a dry, thirsty land He hideth my life in the depths of his love And covers me there with his hand And covers me there with his hand The Lord is going to bring us through what we’re going through! I pray you are encouraged as you join in the singing and prayer in this clip from a past service at The Brooklyn Tabernacle. | Pastor Jim Cymbala

Believer in Christ, you're not just a church member or Sunday churchgoer. You have been sent by Almighty God into the harvest field that he sees and weeps over. Every day that we wake up, there's someone to talk to, someone to pray for, someone to help, something to do for the Kingdom. May this brief word from Scripture challenge us all today. –from the message, "What God Needs" | Pastor Jim Cymbala

“A preacher in need of God, and a guy from the street in need of God... I knew who was really in need of prayer that day: it was Jim Cymbala. I lifted my hands and just said, 'God, please forgive me! What kind of cheap, two-bit preacher have I become? You sent somebody who’s searching for you, and I want to give him a few dollars and get rid of him. Please help me!’ And God, at that moment, baptized me with his love and with his grace. He saw how pitiful I was…” Listen to the rest of this story

One night years ago, I went to bed and couldn’t sleep. I began to toss and turn; and finally, I realized that the Lord wanted me to pray. I got up and started to pace and to pray; and then I opened the Bible, and what I read was Proverbs 10:5—"He who gathers crops in summer is a prudent son, but he who sleeps during harvest is a disgraceful son." The Lord was reminding me through his Word: It's harvest time. Little did I know what would happen just a few hours later. I pray that this testimony f