Eh-hem. I hate to be a party pooper as we celebrate our nations "accomplishment" of supporting the first female presidential candidate for the democratic nominee. I could celebrate this gender victory were it not for the fact that I do not have amnesia....
September 11, 2012 keeps me aware of the requirement I need from my next commander in chief.
Loyalty.
Chris Stevens might hope we remember to elect a leader who unequivocally supports our men and women in uniform, selflessly defending our interests and ambassadors abroad. I hope we elect a patriot who doesn't respond with "what difference does it make?! How it happened! They're dead!" when questioned about 13 hours in a decision room bunker.
Who do you want on the other end of that 3 a.m. phone call? How about the American leader who mans up, sends the necessary air cover, which is eagerly standing by, ready to go, and minutes away; instead of turning a blind eye while shit hits the fan and a stellar propaganda film is produced in the streets of Benghazi. The commander in chief is accountable thus a "not me" response doesn't fly either.
I ain't sayin she's alone. I'm saying she needs to convince a Vet -- not a woman.
Wednesday, June 8, 2016
Wednesday, June 1, 2016
Tale of an American Christian
Religious manhandled indoctrination in America, along with a somewhat sinister and intentional dumbing down of cultural awareness of global suffering, leaves me feeling ignorant of how modern-day believers should approach and worship Jesus Christ. I'm equally curious as to the methods of said modern-day pharisees and saducees who have manipulated the message of salvation through faith.
Far be it from me to judge the churches. No way and no thank you. I can only judge my own attitude with regard to how utterly complacent and comfortable I feel when addressing the King of Kings and Lord of Lords...
Is this a bad thing? I don't think so, but it comes with a loss in the reverential sanctimony which at one time implied respect, admiration, dare I say....awe. Jesus has so saturated our culture, we scarcely recognize him as being anything more than an advertising logo. Look-- we love Jesus, shop here. I write because I care and I only notice how superficial it all seems to be. But! Just when I'm about to give up hope I remember the man himself. He preferred real people.
Far be it from me to judge the churches. No way and no thank you. I can only judge my own attitude with regard to how utterly complacent and comfortable I feel when addressing the King of Kings and Lord of Lords...
Is this a bad thing? I don't think so, but it comes with a loss in the reverential sanctimony which at one time implied respect, admiration, dare I say....awe. Jesus has so saturated our culture, we scarcely recognize him as being anything more than an advertising logo. Look-- we love Jesus, shop here. I write because I care and I only notice how superficial it all seems to be. But! Just when I'm about to give up hope I remember the man himself. He preferred real people.
Wednesday, May 4, 2016
Again
Eve awoke in her usual manner-- lazily greeting another move through time. Time was an instrument to measure an eternity she was cursed to wrestle with beginning at her own inception. Clocks told her she missed the early human hours. Most would be salivating for the daily lunch special by now she figured; however, her propensity to wake shortly before noon was only the natural rhythm of a deeply ingrained nocturnal orbit. The night shift of the watch made for an ugly morning person.
Friday, March 11, 2016
There will be no more delay....
The Angel and the Small Scroll
Then I saw a mighty angel coming down from heaven, surrounded by a cloud with a rainbow over his head. His face shone like the sun, and his feet were like pillars of fire. And in his hand was a small scroll that had been opened. He stood with his right foot on the sea and his left foot on the land. And he gave a great shout like the roar of a lion And when he shouted, the seven thunders answered.
When the seven thunders spoke, I was about to write. But I heard a voice from heaven saying, "Keep secret" what the seven thunders said, and do not write it down. Then the angel I saw standing on the sea and on the land raised his right hand toward heaven. He swore an oath in the name of the one who lives forever and ever, who created the heavens and everything in them, the earth and everything in it, and the sea and everything in it. He said, "There will be no more delay. When the seventh angel blows his trumpet, God's mysterious plan will be fulfilled. It will happen just as he announced it to his servants the prophets.
Then the voice from heaven spoke to me again: "Go and take the open scroll from the hand of the angel who is standing on the sea and on the land."
So I went to the angel and told him to give me the small scroll. "Yes, take it and eat it," he said, "It will be sweet as honey in your mouth, but it will turn sour in your stomach!" So I took the small scroll from the hand of the angel, and I ate it! It was sweet in my mouth, but when I swallowed it, it turned sour in my stomach.
Then I was told, "You must prophesy again about many peoples, nations, languages, and kings."
The days are numbered. We can repent and restore a nation or perish with our enemies. We won't find any long term satisfaction continuing to be the subjects of fools. Cut the cord peeps. Believe it. You see I'm afraid I feel too much to sit by and passively allow plans to ferment unchecked. Frankly, we need a shaking and some common sense. You're on the wrong team! Don't you remember a simpler time when you loved? Well, I love too--and therefore I have to fight.
Perhaps patriotism is a nostalgic concept, but I respectfully disagree. I love this country and I swore to honor, defend, and protect. It is a privilege to be an American. We will all play our roles in this script--and in due time all things will be restored to righteousness for righteousness sake.
Absolute power corrupts absolutely. Better to step away from the wand than wield misplaced authority.
Sunday, January 31, 2016
Wings
12 Daughters of Eve,
So you wanna repent? Astrology turned out to be a bad
boyfriend eh? And I suppose like all bad boyfriends, he started out as a real
prince, telling you enough of what you needed to hear to keep you high.
In order to detox from this poison, we begin by dismissing the long held egocentric notion that yours was a celestial birth (see Bible birthdays?) Or perhaps the Gregorian-Jewish calendar? The zodiac offers up a tempting assortment of traits and attributes, precariously based on a theory of time, claiming to direct the course of humanity, all while diverting creation from seeking to know their Creator. We all seek to be known. Studying the signs is a pernicious examining of self through a dirty glass.
The power of the Babylonian natal chart is activated by the mind via the ultimate power of suggestion and typically used to validate one's innate desire. As a man thinketh, so is he; therefore, the power to control what a man thinketh is of priceless paramount in an I.D. war. It matters. The planetary projection of hell is designed to navigate our souls away from God by offering an all-edged glimpse into the future. Our interpretation of said glimpse is of no consequence to the demon who dropped it, only to thwart the path of the righteous. Deception is best accomplished when believed.
The power of the Babylonian natal chart is activated by the mind via the ultimate power of suggestion and typically used to validate one's innate desire. As a man thinketh, so is he; therefore, the power to control what a man thinketh is of priceless paramount in an I.D. war. It matters. The planetary projection of hell is designed to navigate our souls away from God by offering an all-edged glimpse into the future. Our interpretation of said glimpse is of no consequence to the demon who dropped it, only to thwart the path of the righteous. Deception is best accomplished when believed.
And while it appears Deuteronomy 18:14 wasn’t clear enough
for stubborn hearts, perhaps the knowledge of ignorantly aiding and abetting
your ancient pagan enemy should help, because with every indulgence of the forbidden fruit –demons rejoice at being discovered--after all, “It’s no fun to be clever and anonymous," they hiss. No one can conger up
sympathy for the devil quite like a silly empathetic woman. Indeed, they know each
other well from somewhere far, far away.
The joy of evil was complete upon Eve’s dismayed trajectory towards Babylon. The lie was a form of the truth, as she surely did not die a physical death at the infraction. Rather her spiritual seed was taken captive to be sewn among the whoring idols. Calvary sorts the seed . Symbolically, you muse the occult was delivered to Eve, via a tarot deck, by Adam’s ex-wife Lilith, to enlighten Eve of sexual inequality, well, you see how this might add to all the fury. Whatever the slick pitch to Eve—it was momentarily successful in leading her away from truth. After all, the crux of all temptation is ‘do what thou wilt.’
The joy of evil was complete upon Eve’s dismayed trajectory towards Babylon. The lie was a form of the truth, as she surely did not die a physical death at the infraction. Rather her spiritual seed was taken captive to be sewn among the whoring idols. Calvary sorts the seed . Symbolically, you muse the occult was delivered to Eve, via a tarot deck, by Adam’s ex-wife Lilith, to enlighten Eve of sexual inequality, well, you see how this might add to all the fury. Whatever the slick pitch to Eve—it was momentarily successful in leading her away from truth. After all, the crux of all temptation is ‘do what thou wilt.’
The deceived often ask, why does this appear to hold some truth? Because it does. There exists a form of power which denies the power thereof, or as you affectionately
refer, the land of almost. It’s a popular place as you know…many visit and
never leave.
Pandora-pagan's seduction entices one to explore the depth of their own spiritual ocean until completely lost. The hidden knowledge of the stars portends to satiate and replace an actual need for a personal relationship.
So now you know to crush it. All of it. The head of the
snake is best kept underfoot and the eye of the eagle never sleeps.
Sincerely,
Romans 8
Wednesday, January 20, 2016
through the woods
The Lord has not brought you this far to abandon you now.
Winter is a lonely and reflective time. My beloved Grandmother passed away four years ago this week. She left this world graciously much as she lived her 92 years among us. She didn't preach a sermon or profit her wisdom--her character wordlessly demonstrated her beliefs. She didn't proclaim love; she was a verb. With consistent small kindnesses she loved her family. There were the perfectly peeled oranges, starched pillow cases sprayed with Lilly of the Valley, pancakes from scratch, and gently closing a light through the dark after praying over me:
I thank the Lord for all things bright
For Light by Day
And Stars by Night
For flowers so fair
And birds that sing
I thank the Lord
For Everything
Amen. And this little girl had no doubt she was Lady Laurie Anne of the Sheffield Lake Brockley Avenue Squire when visiting Grandma! She loved me like royalty regardless of a secretary's retirement. She showed her family how one might live simply, generously, and content. She was faithful with little and produced much fruit. I never saw her entitled. The trait simply didn't exist in the woman who survived the great depression. What loss we lose with our elders. I am so grateful to have touched a hand on a past where greatness burned bright.
When life and death discourage me, the red cardinal of winter reminds me that my Grandmother watches over me still. My heart secretly hopes she is only ever able to see her granddaughter happily enjoying an orange; but if she knows the pains, then too she should know the well from where I draw strength, as she was quick to say and it echoes still--we shall overcome.
Winter is a lonely and reflective time. My beloved Grandmother passed away four years ago this week. She left this world graciously much as she lived her 92 years among us. She didn't preach a sermon or profit her wisdom--her character wordlessly demonstrated her beliefs. She didn't proclaim love; she was a verb. With consistent small kindnesses she loved her family. There were the perfectly peeled oranges, starched pillow cases sprayed with Lilly of the Valley, pancakes from scratch, and gently closing a light through the dark after praying over me:
I thank the Lord for all things bright
For Light by Day
And Stars by Night
For flowers so fair
And birds that sing
I thank the Lord
For Everything
Amen. And this little girl had no doubt she was Lady Laurie Anne of the Sheffield Lake Brockley Avenue Squire when visiting Grandma! She loved me like royalty regardless of a secretary's retirement. She showed her family how one might live simply, generously, and content. She was faithful with little and produced much fruit. I never saw her entitled. The trait simply didn't exist in the woman who survived the great depression. What loss we lose with our elders. I am so grateful to have touched a hand on a past where greatness burned bright.
When life and death discourage me, the red cardinal of winter reminds me that my Grandmother watches over me still. My heart secretly hopes she is only ever able to see her granddaughter happily enjoying an orange; but if she knows the pains, then too she should know the well from where I draw strength, as she was quick to say and it echoes still--we shall overcome.
Friday, January 8, 2016
Just One
Thou shalt have no other gods before me.
Idolatry. He told us not to do it. But we did it. America has found a way to idolize everything from the Apple to Zodiac-Zen. The original sin bagging us all, exchanged wisdom for knowledge. Wisdom was superior. Wisdom would have waited. But the impulse to know and enlighten oneself is powerful. The ego practically demands it. It drives us to worship none other than ourselves. Does an increase in knowledge equate with an increase in divinity? Whose? Presuppose a greater force at work in each of us reminding us of itself. Mine says the above.
How many gods does America have? Does this country stand for anything besides Babylon? Greed, the king who got us high--jacked the Land of Oz with masterful Targets, shooting Starbucks, flying McDonalds, Wizard Walmarts, and flaming Burger Kings. Can God's people live without the neon or are these Americas houses of worship? Hard to say from a terrestrial view. But then all this nags the question: how many idols do I have in my life?
No need to list here. Suffice it to say, I can readily identify a few and many more besides if I dare to ask God in prayer. Pick a vice. Pick an attitude. Why does it seem an alter where daily worship persists in spite of myself? Strongholds seemingly erected by placing myself under when my birthright is to rule over my flesh by submitting it to the holy spirit. The Apostle Paul knew this agony and it is the very same we wrestle with today. He knew Christ as the only answer when asking who will save us from this body of death.
I recognize the need for a wrecking ball to come and destroy my idols. God's purposes will be accomplished in all our lives and I pray we lay aside every hindrance to our excellence, enlist and conquer with him. By faith I must walk and if the soul of America is to be redeemed, the first step starts with me. One day at a time with one choice at a time...to try and be better than yesterday.
Idolatry. He told us not to do it. But we did it. America has found a way to idolize everything from the Apple to Zodiac-Zen. The original sin bagging us all, exchanged wisdom for knowledge. Wisdom was superior. Wisdom would have waited. But the impulse to know and enlighten oneself is powerful. The ego practically demands it. It drives us to worship none other than ourselves. Does an increase in knowledge equate with an increase in divinity? Whose? Presuppose a greater force at work in each of us reminding us of itself. Mine says the above.
How many gods does America have? Does this country stand for anything besides Babylon? Greed, the king who got us high--jacked the Land of Oz with masterful Targets, shooting Starbucks, flying McDonalds, Wizard Walmarts, and flaming Burger Kings. Can God's people live without the neon or are these Americas houses of worship? Hard to say from a terrestrial view. But then all this nags the question: how many idols do I have in my life?
No need to list here. Suffice it to say, I can readily identify a few and many more besides if I dare to ask God in prayer. Pick a vice. Pick an attitude. Why does it seem an alter where daily worship persists in spite of myself? Strongholds seemingly erected by placing myself under when my birthright is to rule over my flesh by submitting it to the holy spirit. The Apostle Paul knew this agony and it is the very same we wrestle with today. He knew Christ as the only answer when asking who will save us from this body of death.
I recognize the need for a wrecking ball to come and destroy my idols. God's purposes will be accomplished in all our lives and I pray we lay aside every hindrance to our excellence, enlist and conquer with him. By faith I must walk and if the soul of America is to be redeemed, the first step starts with me. One day at a time with one choice at a time...to try and be better than yesterday.
Thursday, January 7, 2016
Keep it movin
PTSD and depression can be consecrated to Christ. Meaning it doesn't have to be a death sentence. Consecrated it is a gift. The fight or flight impulse is the muscle of instinct. The depression demon strengthens sensitivity. Equal parts aggression and compassion develop. This is a bad deal for the enemy in spiritual warfare. And while senses may be forever heightened...it never lessens the accuracy. Another word for the creation of ptsd might be called splitting. Trauma splits the identity, shatters safety, and makes for an unstable platform. Terrorism deals it up to all of us in spades of grey. The truth is Veterans are victims. The reptiles woo the best hearts and minds, slaughter and experiment in war and treason, and then use our remaining carcasses to bankrupt a country we were deceived to defend. Insert righteous indignation here. Our military are the first line of sheep being sent to the slaughter. America's best is on the front line and I bear witness to the loss. I'd get more sentimental if I didn't see the end game, but I do. We win. We overcome. We are the Victors not victims. To Christ be all the glory.
Tuesday, January 5, 2016
Launch
The enemy knew if my anger, ever fully sanctified, I would destroy him with the Word of my testimony. I know this Joker. He didn't want me talking to nobody. And certainly not at full throttle. I was given much seed to plant. If he could keep me from sowing into the world... if he could keep me afraid, he might thwart my purpose. But God. He said tell them about me. Tell them how I faithfully delivered you from your enemies and the snares set just for you. Tell them how depression is a tactic designed to enslave and inactivate your personality. Creativity is the antithesis to depression. Make something. Color a picture. Create, paint, sing, dance, cook, write, act, build a boat. Whatever the nudge within indicates--Yoda says do.
At present, the battlefield is our mind. If we are to physically prepare for war then we must also spiritually prepare. As a man thinketh--so is he. My mind directs me toward or away from my purpose. Either way, I will follow it. Mastering my mind means not looking at the temporal. I am empowered by an eternal vision. The more concerned I am about Him the less concerned I am about me.
I hope you catch this. I hope you tingle with a sense of your own calling to be something for God. I could not have begun before now. The preparation process is fulfilled and I am to launch and give birth to all that Christ wishes to deliver through me. And I encourage you to seek Him and do the same.
At present, the battlefield is our mind. If we are to physically prepare for war then we must also spiritually prepare. As a man thinketh--so is he. My mind directs me toward or away from my purpose. Either way, I will follow it. Mastering my mind means not looking at the temporal. I am empowered by an eternal vision. The more concerned I am about Him the less concerned I am about me.
I hope you catch this. I hope you tingle with a sense of your own calling to be something for God. I could not have begun before now. The preparation process is fulfilled and I am to launch and give birth to all that Christ wishes to deliver through me. And I encourage you to seek Him and do the same.
Monday, January 4, 2016
Don't shoot your messengers
I love the Holy Spirit. And I really am certain God has a sense of humor. Looking past the confusion, I muse, if I were in charge of this operation, how brilliant to insert a declarative Trump card on the final play. The same declared in big gold letters slammed down in Chicago. Parallels to a carpenter. Politically incorrect. A wee bit cocky. And a 9 billion dollar swag. The art of the deal? If God used David, Moses, Noah, Rahab, and you...who can't he use for His purposes? Let's take a breath and discern with some wisdom what the man ultimately stands for...not for himself alone.
Psychology, Astrology, and the Science of Almost
Spiritual growth is self mastery. I am responsible for working out my own self /salvation. The Bible trumps the DSM-V and the Zodiac. By my best ability to explain I believe Jesus would be assaulted with the following labels: self-absorbed, arrogant, holier-than-thou, depressed, anxious, isolating, paranoid, angry, narcissistic, codependent, complex ptsd, cluster B bi-polar, manic-depressive, Scorpio, Cancer, Aries, Pisces, Gemini, etc..
My point? Those are the ties that bind us to a false self. The Bible conversely defines us as children of the Most High God. For starters. It seems to me that if I make something with my own two hands I ought to have the property rights for declaring what IT is. No? So when Abraham asked God, "who shall I tell them sent me?" God responded, "tell them I AM sent you." And Abraham walking walked with his I AM presence. I am who I AM says I am. Sam.
You know there will be onslaught when we stand for anything-- right? In fact, the effort to keep us quiet has been pretty effective thus far. "Don't get crazy. Hypocrite." Meanwhile a divine tip off identifying a warm frog bath came through. Am I the only one? Pssh. Nope. I'm just identifying some of the tactics I've witnessed in my own life to keep me paralyzed from bringing any attention to myself...let alone the gospel. Because I know I don't measure up to what I believe. Loud and Crystal. But I also know Grace paid the difference I owed.
Know thyself by knowing Him. Labels be damned.
My point? Those are the ties that bind us to a false self. The Bible conversely defines us as children of the Most High God. For starters. It seems to me that if I make something with my own two hands I ought to have the property rights for declaring what IT is. No? So when Abraham asked God, "who shall I tell them sent me?" God responded, "tell them I AM sent you." And Abraham walking walked with his I AM presence. I am who I AM says I am. Sam.
You know there will be onslaught when we stand for anything-- right? In fact, the effort to keep us quiet has been pretty effective thus far. "Don't get crazy. Hypocrite." Meanwhile a divine tip off identifying a warm frog bath came through. Am I the only one? Pssh. Nope. I'm just identifying some of the tactics I've witnessed in my own life to keep me paralyzed from bringing any attention to myself...let alone the gospel. Because I know I don't measure up to what I believe. Loud and Crystal. But I also know Grace paid the difference I owed.
Know thyself by knowing Him. Labels be damned.
Sunday, January 3, 2016
Galatians?
Galatians 3King James Version (KJV)
3 Are ye so foolish? having begun in the Spirit, are ye now made perfect by the flesh?
4 Have ye suffered so many things in vain? if it be yet in vain.
5 He therefore that ministereth to you the Spirit, and worketh miracles among you, doeth he it by the works of the law, or by the hearing of faith?
6 Even as Abraham believed God, and it was accounted to him for righteousness.
7 Know ye therefore that they which are of faith, the same are the children of Abraham.
8 And the scripture, foreseeing that God would justify the heathen through faith, preached before the gospel unto Abraham, saying, In thee shall all nations be blessed.
9 So then they which be of faith are blessed with faithful Abraham.
10 For as many as are of the works of the law are under the curse: for it is written, Cursed is every one that continueth not in all things which are written in the book of the law to do them.
11 But that no man is justified by the law in the sight of God, it is evident: for, The just shall live by faith.
12 And the law is not of faith: but, The man that doeth them shall live in them.
13 Christ hath redeemed us from the curse of the law, being made a curse for us: for it is written, Cursed is every one that hangeth on a tree:
14 That the blessing of Abraham might come on the Gentiles through Jesus Christ; that we might receive the promise of the Spirit through faith.
15 Brethren, I speak after the manner of men; Though it be but a man's covenant, yet if it be confirmed, no man disannulleth, or addeth thereto.
16 Now to Abraham and his seed were the promises made. He saith not, And to seeds, as of many; but as of one, And to thy seed, which is Christ.
17 And this I say, that the covenant, that was confirmed before of God in Christ, the law, which was four hundred and thirty years after, cannot disannul, that it should make the promise of none effect.
18 For if the inheritance be of the law, it is no more of promise: but God gave it to Abraham by promise.
19 Wherefore then serveth the law? It was added because of transgressions, till the seed should come to whom the promise was made; and it was ordained by angels in the hand of a mediator.
20 Now a mediator is not a mediator of one, but God is one.
21 Is the law then against the promises of God? God forbid: for if there had been a law given which could have given life, verily righteousness should have been by the law.
22 But the scripture hath concluded all under sin, that the promise by faith of Jesus Christ might be given to them that believe.
23 But before faith came, we were kept under the law, shut up unto the faith which should afterwards be revealed.
24 Wherefore the law was our schoolmaster to bring us unto Christ, that we might be justified by faith.
25 But after that faith is come, we are no longer under a schoolmaster.
26 For ye are all the children of God by faith in Christ Jesus.
27 For as many of you as have been baptized into Christ have put on Christ.
28 There is neither Jew nor Greek, there is neither bond nor free, there is neither male nor female: for ye are all one in Christ Jesus.
29 And if ye be Christ's, then are ye Abraham's seed, and heirs according to the promise.
3 O foolish Galatians, who hath bewitched you, that ye should not obey the truth, before whose eyes Jesus Christ hath been evidently set forth, crucified among you?
2 This only would I learn of you, Received ye the Spirit by the works of the law, or by the hearing of faith?3 Are ye so foolish? having begun in the Spirit, are ye now made perfect by the flesh?
4 Have ye suffered so many things in vain? if it be yet in vain.
5 He therefore that ministereth to you the Spirit, and worketh miracles among you, doeth he it by the works of the law, or by the hearing of faith?
6 Even as Abraham believed God, and it was accounted to him for righteousness.
7 Know ye therefore that they which are of faith, the same are the children of Abraham.
8 And the scripture, foreseeing that God would justify the heathen through faith, preached before the gospel unto Abraham, saying, In thee shall all nations be blessed.
9 So then they which be of faith are blessed with faithful Abraham.
10 For as many as are of the works of the law are under the curse: for it is written, Cursed is every one that continueth not in all things which are written in the book of the law to do them.
11 But that no man is justified by the law in the sight of God, it is evident: for, The just shall live by faith.
12 And the law is not of faith: but, The man that doeth them shall live in them.
13 Christ hath redeemed us from the curse of the law, being made a curse for us: for it is written, Cursed is every one that hangeth on a tree:
14 That the blessing of Abraham might come on the Gentiles through Jesus Christ; that we might receive the promise of the Spirit through faith.
15 Brethren, I speak after the manner of men; Though it be but a man's covenant, yet if it be confirmed, no man disannulleth, or addeth thereto.
16 Now to Abraham and his seed were the promises made. He saith not, And to seeds, as of many; but as of one, And to thy seed, which is Christ.
17 And this I say, that the covenant, that was confirmed before of God in Christ, the law, which was four hundred and thirty years after, cannot disannul, that it should make the promise of none effect.
18 For if the inheritance be of the law, it is no more of promise: but God gave it to Abraham by promise.
19 Wherefore then serveth the law? It was added because of transgressions, till the seed should come to whom the promise was made; and it was ordained by angels in the hand of a mediator.
20 Now a mediator is not a mediator of one, but God is one.
21 Is the law then against the promises of God? God forbid: for if there had been a law given which could have given life, verily righteousness should have been by the law.
22 But the scripture hath concluded all under sin, that the promise by faith of Jesus Christ might be given to them that believe.
23 But before faith came, we were kept under the law, shut up unto the faith which should afterwards be revealed.
24 Wherefore the law was our schoolmaster to bring us unto Christ, that we might be justified by faith.
25 But after that faith is come, we are no longer under a schoolmaster.
26 For ye are all the children of God by faith in Christ Jesus.
27 For as many of you as have been baptized into Christ have put on Christ.
28 There is neither Jew nor Greek, there is neither bond nor free, there is neither male nor female: for ye are all one in Christ Jesus.
29 And if ye be Christ's, then are ye Abraham's seed, and heirs according to the promise.
Reminders
To the Church in Laodicea
14 “To the angel of the church in Laodicea write:
These are the words of the Amen, the faithful and true witness, the ruler of God’s creation. 15 I know your deeds, that you are neither cold nor hot. I wish you were either one or the other! 16 So, because you are lukewarm—neither hot nor cold—I am about to spit you out of my mouth. 17 You say, ‘I am rich; I have acquired wealth and do not need a thing.’ But you do not realize that you are wretched, pitiful, poor, blind and naked. 18 I counsel you to buy from me gold refined in the fire, so you can become rich; and white clothes to wear, so you can cover your shameful nakedness; and salve to put on your eyes, so you can see.
19 Those whom I love I rebuke and discipline. So be earnest and repent. 20 Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with that person, and they with me.21 To the one who is victorious, I will give the right to sit with me on my throne, just as I was victorious and sat down with my Father on his throne. 22 Whoever has ears, let them hear what the Spirit says to the churches.”
13 Now there were some present at that time who told Jesus about the Galileans whose blood Pilate had mixed with their sacrifices. 2 Jesus answered, “Do you think that these Galileans were worse sinners than all the other Galileans because they suffered this way? 3 I tell you, no! But unless you repent, you too will all perish. 4 Or those eighteen who died when the tower in Siloam fell on them—do you think they were more guilty than all the others living in Jerusalem? 5 I tell you, no! But unless you repent, you too will all perish.”
6 Then he told this parable: “A man had a fig tree growing in his vineyard, and he went to look for fruit on it but did not find any. 7 So
he said to the man who took care of the vineyard, ‘For three years now
I’ve been coming to look for fruit on this fig tree and haven’t found
any. Cut it down! Why should it use up the soil?’8 “‘Sir,’ the man replied, ‘leave it alone for one more year, and I’ll dig around it and fertilize it. 9 If it bears fruit next year, fine! If not, then cut it down.’”
Saturday, January 2, 2016
Un-Self-Reliant
When I saw what must come before the promise I ran back and threw myself into Egypt. Home of the slave and land of the comfortable coward. I stopped observing the world beyond my control. Detachment is self-preserving.
And now I am feeling led to further detach from this world-- spiritually. As He said: Come out from among them. Take off the grave clothes of silence speaking "not good enough." Stand up and Be Still. It is with humility that I am bold. "Do it afraid" speaks the still small voice I know.
Fear. The opposite of God which is Love. I am advised to fear not, because of God's love. So the only thing to fear is My Father's Wrath; which is eternal. Not a state. Not a man. Not a anything. The promise He made to me when I first received Him has never failed. How do I doubt now? Because the noise is louder and the darkness roars? No. "Vengeance is Mine," saith the Lord, "I will repay." My Dad said that. My enemy should believe Him. Come what may...you reprobrate ... The Testimony of Jesus Christ and Him crucified will prevail to the glory of God the Father and throughout the earth every knee shall bow and every tongue confess Christ as Lord of All Creation. Not about me. And although weapons be formed to silence this truth...they will never prosper. Weeping. The cup of our all our sufferings... lasts for a night...but Joy cometh forever-after.
Lord help the encouragers of the this dark world encourage once more. Help the teachers teach, the prophets preach, and the anointed say so. Everything that has breath...belongs to Christ. We ought to praise him now.
And now I am feeling led to further detach from this world-- spiritually. As He said: Come out from among them. Take off the grave clothes of silence speaking "not good enough." Stand up and Be Still. It is with humility that I am bold. "Do it afraid" speaks the still small voice I know.
Fear. The opposite of God which is Love. I am advised to fear not, because of God's love. So the only thing to fear is My Father's Wrath; which is eternal. Not a state. Not a man. Not a anything. The promise He made to me when I first received Him has never failed. How do I doubt now? Because the noise is louder and the darkness roars? No. "Vengeance is Mine," saith the Lord, "I will repay." My Dad said that. My enemy should believe Him. Come what may...you reprobrate ... The Testimony of Jesus Christ and Him crucified will prevail to the glory of God the Father and throughout the earth every knee shall bow and every tongue confess Christ as Lord of All Creation. Not about me. And although weapons be formed to silence this truth...they will never prosper. Weeping. The cup of our all our sufferings... lasts for a night...but Joy cometh forever-after.
Lord help the encouragers of the this dark world encourage once more. Help the teachers teach, the prophets preach, and the anointed say so. Everything that has breath...belongs to Christ. We ought to praise him now.
Thursday, December 31, 2015
Works in progress
You down with OPP? You can't know me. Understand the calling. It does not placate to your better pride filled sense of self. Other peoples opinions, dear fellow warrior...cannot matter. Your itsy bitsy people pleasing ego dies now. It's not about you. How many times has the enemy told you that!!.lol. He was right. Now look up.
Shields
The Word. Labels in and of themselves hold no power. It is only when we ingest the poison. When our sensitivity is struck and resonates with the vibration of a word. It sticks. And we let it define us forever because we felt something. We felt shame. We felt guilt. We were. We are. He paid. The enemy knows.
Now buck up buttercup. You silly, yada, yada. Arrows with your name. Christ owns the Word. There is a shield against the assault. Faith. Sounds fluffy. It's undercover...soft but strong. Operations don't typically announce themselves in advance. The shield of faith says this: you are not your mistakes, you are not your weaknesses..it was a trap.. I saw em do it... I got this. See you soon. Love God.
I don't know...there's a peak into my paradigm. I'm going with Sense 8. Narcissistic in it's belief that something greater exists and we might be a part of it after all...
Now buck up buttercup. You silly, yada, yada. Arrows with your name. Christ owns the Word. There is a shield against the assault. Faith. Sounds fluffy. It's undercover...soft but strong. Operations don't typically announce themselves in advance. The shield of faith says this: you are not your mistakes, you are not your weaknesses..it was a trap.. I saw em do it... I got this. See you soon. Love God.
I don't know...there's a peak into my paradigm. I'm going with Sense 8. Narcissistic in it's belief that something greater exists and we might be a part of it after all...
The Hermit
An alleged ode to leaving facebook.
I would like to semi declare my latest nonbinding resolution to turn off and tune out. Remember when we wrote letters? Remember telephones? Remember receiving mail with actual photos of one another? I personally lost this skill set a long time ago. Lazy. Selfish. Check. We will never get our humanity back unless we seek to relate on purpose and stop hiding our cracks behind pixels. Otherwise, what's the point of being human?
Mea Culpa. There was an initial thrill to facebook. Then a fix. Then a habit. Then a substitute. Scanning memories resurrected everywhere. Good, taken too far, becomes bad. We sampled the Vaderade, clicked on Like incessantly, and tada! We are the Autobots! Isolated and virtually unsocial in a nonstop socially driven virtual world. Do we even know each other? Really? Not so much....I would argue, not at all. And the greater sadness still...do we want too? Let's face it. Real people are much messier and high maintenance than memes. Anyone else taste the death in the recipe? Hold that thought--I have a text. (insert image here: pile of burning iphones )
Are we impressed with our own 666 virtual friends never spoken too, much less relating. I'd be wise to maintain one friendship with God and then maybe we'll see about two. How much time have I personally wasted? No idea. Days too many. How many more will I waste in 2016?
I'm going to take a long walk in the woods. I'm only miles away. Perhaps we penetrate the virtual forest between us. Time and desire will tell. It would be good to discern who is in our life, who is hovering, and who is long gone. Unplug in 2016? "This is a test. This is only a test. In the event of a real exchange... you might want to know your family." The irony within the "age of information" is the exponential amount of stupidity produced. Wisdom calls from the woods. I'm going to search and sort my own opinion about a few things before I continue to spout off from the trenches of luxury problems
L.W. out.
this is my blog
I would like to semi declare my latest nonbinding resolution to turn off and tune out. Remember when we wrote letters? Remember telephones? Remember receiving mail with actual photos of one another? I personally lost this skill set a long time ago. Lazy. Selfish. Check. We will never get our humanity back unless we seek to relate on purpose and stop hiding our cracks behind pixels. Otherwise, what's the point of being human?
Mea Culpa. There was an initial thrill to facebook. Then a fix. Then a habit. Then a substitute. Scanning memories resurrected everywhere. Good, taken too far, becomes bad. We sampled the Vaderade, clicked on Like incessantly, and tada! We are the Autobots! Isolated and virtually unsocial in a nonstop socially driven virtual world. Do we even know each other? Really? Not so much....I would argue, not at all. And the greater sadness still...do we want too? Let's face it. Real people are much messier and high maintenance than memes. Anyone else taste the death in the recipe? Hold that thought--I have a text. (insert image here: pile of burning iphones )
Are we impressed with our own 666 virtual friends never spoken too, much less relating. I'd be wise to maintain one friendship with God and then maybe we'll see about two. How much time have I personally wasted? No idea. Days too many. How many more will I waste in 2016?
I'm going to take a long walk in the woods. I'm only miles away. Perhaps we penetrate the virtual forest between us. Time and desire will tell. It would be good to discern who is in our life, who is hovering, and who is long gone. Unplug in 2016? "This is a test. This is only a test. In the event of a real exchange... you might want to know your family." The irony within the "age of information" is the exponential amount of stupidity produced. Wisdom calls from the woods. I'm going to search and sort my own opinion about a few things before I continue to spout off from the trenches of luxury problems
L.W. out.
this is my blog
Monday, December 14, 2015
Chaos
Personally I had to check out of the media hole and quit watching the yarn fray on TYFP (take your f*in pick) news. Americas nerves have been on a def con five call to arms emergency alert for 14 years with a ptsd inducing red,white,and blue fluorescent rat maze tv screen hypnotizing us with a message of war simultaneously desensitizing our ability to pay attention and give a drone. Poppies Dorothy...
So the drum beats louder. Dmb fans know the chorus... "Open up your head"...mmm, nevermind.
Tried to take a break from the news all together and catch some of the latest cultural buzz...lemme try a little show called Homeland. Whiskey! Tango! Foxtrot?! As if I weren't jacked up enough now I clearly see you are too!! It appears we're all in the same episode.
My sword is my mind. It isn't very much but I'm gonna hope for the best. So what the hell do I know? I know waaaay back in September I was all ratcheted up in my political and spiritual senses. See previous issues. Literally. In October we seemed to be given a chance to breath as though Paris were in the air; albeit with upcoming mass murder and a global climate enslavement tax summit. Nothing here to see, hear, taste, smell, or think amateur. You don't have to be a CIA agent or a theologian to know that Americas politics and religion better get lined up. Are we people of the Book? Probably should check?
Which brings up a few questions. I like black and white thinking. Whatever psycho-science says otherwise, sometimes you gotta cut to the chase. We need black and white thinking. Right and wrong. We have to give definition to the contrast that is at the heart of absolute truth. Life or Death. It's not a color.
So the drum beats louder. Dmb fans know the chorus... "Open up your head"...mmm, nevermind.
Tried to take a break from the news all together and catch some of the latest cultural buzz...lemme try a little show called Homeland. Whiskey! Tango! Foxtrot?! As if I weren't jacked up enough now I clearly see you are too!! It appears we're all in the same episode.
My sword is my mind. It isn't very much but I'm gonna hope for the best. So what the hell do I know? I know waaaay back in September I was all ratcheted up in my political and spiritual senses. See previous issues. Literally. In October we seemed to be given a chance to breath as though Paris were in the air; albeit with upcoming mass murder and a global climate enslavement tax summit. Nothing here to see, hear, taste, smell, or think amateur. You don't have to be a CIA agent or a theologian to know that Americas politics and religion better get lined up. Are we people of the Book? Probably should check?
Which brings up a few questions. I like black and white thinking. Whatever psycho-science says otherwise, sometimes you gotta cut to the chase. We need black and white thinking. Right and wrong. We have to give definition to the contrast that is at the heart of absolute truth. Life or Death. It's not a color.
Wednesday, September 30, 2015
Apathy
The immortality of the soul is a matter which is of so great consequence to us and which touches us so profoundly that we must have lost all feeling to be indifferent about it.
~ Blaise Pascal
It is since Christians have largely ceased to think of the other world that they have become so ineffective in this.
~ C.S. Lewis
Dear Jesus,
Why bother? Aren't we to the point where people are going to think and believe whatever they want about you and believers can stop trying to convince anyone otherwise? How about re-branding the message: "To each his own and a ticket to hell if that is your bent!?" or perhaps: "Truth? What is it good for, who needs it, and who cares!" Better yet: "Pass the pipe, the porn, and the parachute: How to get your drink on and dance with devils. Whatever..."
The alarms have blared for so long, how could we not be indifferent? Yada, yada, Jesus. Yada, yada, end of the world. Yada, yada, new world order. Yada, yada, don't do this. Yada, yada sinner repent.
Quite frankly, I've lost interest in sharing the gospel at large. I hate the obvious rejection of Christ by the enlightened ignorant and I feel my own indifference rising toward the determined lost. They already know their fate and they don't give a fig so why should I? Oh well Lord. We tried.
Tried to tell them in your Word. Sent your messengers to warn of the chip they'll be receiving in exchange for eternal life. They really don't care Lord. You warned of false prophets acting like sheep in wolves clothing along with world leaders whose ultimate plan is to enslave and control the sleepy masses. Baaaahhh. Shut up they cry. We're trying to enjoy ourselves here!
And then I remember....I am one of them. And you did not, have not, and will not give up on me. Ever. Despite every indication given implying that I am indifferent to your love and you should just give up on me....you insist on loving me anyway. I've given you no reason to love me and yet it appears you're undaunted by my apathy. How can this be? Are you sure my behavior has absolutely nothing to do with who you are? Are you saying the love you offer trumps even my indifference?
Why don't you just let go of the ones who don't want to be loved? I would. I have. I do. Thank you for not putting me in charge. My love would have grown cold and atrophied centuries ago. Maybe I'll stop judging them with my eyes and start seeing them with your broken heart.
Oh God! Wait! I don't want to see! Don't let us perish in ignorance! Break the pride of our self sufficiency! May we quickly recognize our desperate need for Christ and His Love! Yes! With urgency! We must continue to tell, warn, plead, and make the case! It is true! "Silence in the face of evil is itself evil! God will not hold us guiltless. Not to speak is to speak. Not to act is to act." (Dietrich Bonhoeffer, circa 1939)
Help me to love others more than my weary indifference I pray. In Jesus name. Amen.
~ Blaise Pascal
It is since Christians have largely ceased to think of the other world that they have become so ineffective in this.
~ C.S. Lewis
Dear Jesus,
Why bother? Aren't we to the point where people are going to think and believe whatever they want about you and believers can stop trying to convince anyone otherwise? How about re-branding the message: "To each his own and a ticket to hell if that is your bent!?" or perhaps: "Truth? What is it good for, who needs it, and who cares!" Better yet: "Pass the pipe, the porn, and the parachute: How to get your drink on and dance with devils. Whatever..."
The alarms have blared for so long, how could we not be indifferent? Yada, yada, Jesus. Yada, yada, end of the world. Yada, yada, new world order. Yada, yada, don't do this. Yada, yada sinner repent.
Quite frankly, I've lost interest in sharing the gospel at large. I hate the obvious rejection of Christ by the enlightened ignorant and I feel my own indifference rising toward the determined lost. They already know their fate and they don't give a fig so why should I? Oh well Lord. We tried.
Tried to tell them in your Word. Sent your messengers to warn of the chip they'll be receiving in exchange for eternal life. They really don't care Lord. You warned of false prophets acting like sheep in wolves clothing along with world leaders whose ultimate plan is to enslave and control the sleepy masses. Baaaahhh. Shut up they cry. We're trying to enjoy ourselves here!
And then I remember....I am one of them. And you did not, have not, and will not give up on me. Ever. Despite every indication given implying that I am indifferent to your love and you should just give up on me....you insist on loving me anyway. I've given you no reason to love me and yet it appears you're undaunted by my apathy. How can this be? Are you sure my behavior has absolutely nothing to do with who you are? Are you saying the love you offer trumps even my indifference?
Why don't you just let go of the ones who don't want to be loved? I would. I have. I do. Thank you for not putting me in charge. My love would have grown cold and atrophied centuries ago. Maybe I'll stop judging them with my eyes and start seeing them with your broken heart.
Oh God! Wait! I don't want to see! Don't let us perish in ignorance! Break the pride of our self sufficiency! May we quickly recognize our desperate need for Christ and His Love! Yes! With urgency! We must continue to tell, warn, plead, and make the case! It is true! "Silence in the face of evil is itself evil! God will not hold us guiltless. Not to speak is to speak. Not to act is to act." (Dietrich Bonhoeffer, circa 1939)
Help me to love others more than my weary indifference I pray. In Jesus name. Amen.
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