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Bible time for Justin and Jacob

“I know the plans I have for you.”  GOD  

There is no one His equal.  He is love.  His compassion knows no boundary.  He has no boundaries known to man.  Except one…your will. 

He will not allow anyone to put Him in a box of any kind.  He will break out of it every time.

He was, He is and He will be involved in the lives of all mankind because He is the creator of all mankind.

All that He is, His power, His love, His majesty, causes anyone who is in His presence to come away filled with awe and wonder.  In His presence all fall on their face.  Pride crumbles.

He loves mankind so much that in His plan, knowing the past, present and future, He sent His Son, His own unique Son, into the world of men as a man.  He came as a man among men.  He displayed God to man.  He came to redeem, to buy back what had been given away by Adam, the initial created by God man, who made the decision not to trust God’s word.

God is love.  Love gives.

Jesus taught His disciples that God is a father, “Our Father who is in Heaven”.  In this dispensation we are the beneficiaries of the last will and testament of God’s son.  He is the mediator of this New Testament.  He came to Earth to showcase who God is. 

God is a Savior.  God is a healer.  God is a deliverer.  God is a provider.  God is a protector.

God is a God of order.  He is not causal or careless.  He is purposeful and intentional.  He is not haphazard.

Corrie ten Boom, author of the book, “The Hiding Place”, tells the story of God’s love for those who abused and murdered her family and the Jewish people.  The Word of God says, “What does it profit if you love those who love you, love your enemies and do good and pray for those who use you?”  Corrie had to forgive the guard, who before receiving Christ as his own personal Savior, had abused her sister Betsey.  She could only do so with God’s love.

Can you pray blessing on one who has “done you wrong”?  Pride can’t, pride won’t.    Unforgiveness is like drinking poison and hoping that the one you hate, the one who offended you, the one who stole from you…dies.  Flesh wants a pound of flesh. 

“Tit for tat, butter for fat, you steal my dog I’ll steal your cat.”

You are only a human being, you are not God.  Apart from His appropriated power you cannot forgive from your heart.  And only truly seeing your own “self” in the light of His love and then seeing your offender through the lens of God’s love, only then are you able to forgive.

“With God all things are possible.  Nothing is too hard for God.”  With you?  Not so much.

Most of your life is ahead of you.  The path in front of me is much shorter.  I am advising you to make the most of each day.  Choose to follow the path least travelled.  “Broad is the way that leads to destruction.”  Many people are walking there.  The surest way to reach your desired destination is to stay on the narrow path, keep focused on the goal.  God is calling you to walk with Jesus, led by His Holy Spirit.  If you do so, you will fulfill your destiny

Religion will keep you satisfied, just a normal, nominal Christian.  Keep drinking that Kool-aid and you will leave this world having made your mark on the world.  “He was a good person.”, they will say.  “Only God is good.”,  Jesus said.  

A Christian is a Christ One.  Christ is not Jesus second name.  Christ means the sent one.  Jesus is the one sent.  His name in Hebrew, the language of the people when He was on the Earth, means Savior.  Jesus Christ…sent one to save, that was who He was.  It was love that sent Jesus. 

Who He is now is King.  A king has a kingdom.  When you accepted Jesus as your Savior you were brought into the Kingdom of God.  You are now looked after, taken care of by King Jesus.  You have to learn the ways of The Kingdom.  The Word of God will teach you the way.

Someone once asked thus question.  “If you were put on trial for being a Christian, would there be enough evidence to convict you?”  This is something you should consider.

A true Christian will touch the world around him with the love of God, he will impact the life of every one whose life he touches. You have influence. How do you choose to use it? 

Learn to love.   May what motivates you be the love of God.

My prayer is that when you stand before God, the Righteous Judge, there will be more than enough evidence written in the book of your life to hear these words… “Well done good and faithful servant, enter in to the joy of your master.”  Amen!

The Kidnapper

Under cover of darkness the evil one comes.  Doing the work of his evil father, he is:    The Kidnapper.

 

 

Manual and Rosita Rodriguez had saved enough money to come to the resort on a family vacation. They were so excited to be there at last.

 

Manny, that’s what Rosita called her husband, worked with the street department in Anaconda, California.  He had come with his family from Mexico when he was just five years old.  Manny’s father worked hard to provide for his family and when he became an American citizen he was committed to raise his children to be good citizens, and they were.

 

The Rodriguez family had been raised in the Catholic tradition but through the kindness, love and compassion of their neighbor, they came to know Jesus personally and began attending the local Pentecostal church she attended, though neither of them took religion or God too seriously.  They thought that going to church on Sunday was good enough, the rest of the week they pretty much did what they wanted to.

 

When Manny was twenty five years old he met Rosita. He went to a Fiesta with a friend and there she was.  She was small with a slight build, her hair fell in waves over her shoulders and her dark eyes were rimmed with long lashes.  She captured Manny’s heart.  It was love at first sight for Manny.  It took some doing to win Rosita’s heart, but eventually he did.  They had been married now for ten years and had three children.

 

The oldest child, a girl they named Manuela, after her father, was nine. Their second child was a boy named Jorge, he was seven.  The baby, Carmelita, was just three months old.

 

Life had its ups and downs for the Rodriguez family as it does for all of us.

 

Manny had worked as a grounds keeper for a wealthy family.  It was a good job and he was able to provide nicely for his family.  But the security that they had hoped for was not to be.

 

A property developer wanted the property to build a multi story apartment complex with shops on the lower level, as the area was expanding and he could see dollar signs in the future.  The family was more than ready to let go of it because they were past retirement age and ready to move into something smaller.

 

After a six month struggle without work, Manny got a job with the Anaconda street maintenance department. Life went well in the ensuing years.  They were able to save a little and had plans to buy a house the following year.

 

God had a plan for this family, it was a good plan, but the events that took place certainly didn’t make it look that way.  Sometimes the plans He has for us look like defeat, but from His view He sees great victory.  That is how He saw His son’s death and resurrection.

 

Arvad Cheminsky was a bell boy at the resort, though he was no longer a boy.  He was born and raised in Moldova to a poor family, but he had grand dreams, dreams of lots of money  He hated being poor and vowed the day would come when he would never be poor again.  When he was sixteen he left home and went to Russia.

 

Times were tough and he found whatever work he could, sweeping floors, loading trucks and loading cargo on the docks.  It was on the docks that he met Boraas Plenovich.  Like himself Boraas was young and ambitious. They became friends.  In time Boraas told Arvad that there was a lot of money to be made if he was interested. Boraas said he had connections.

 

Arvad was fond of a certain bar that was operated by a young couple.  The wife was a sturdy, well built girl and the husband was a nice-looking man with a big mustache and a deep voice.  They became friends.  Boraas came with Arvad a few times and saw a money making scheme that would pay big.  He suggested to Arvad that he ask the husband if his wife could accompany him to Thailand where they would meet up with a man who could provide an opening for a bar in the city of Pattaya, Thailand.  He assured him that it was quite lucrative and would be a great investment.  The husband gave his permission.

 

He never saw his wife again.  He searched for years trying to find her or Arvad to no avail.  After many years and lots of money and heartache, he learned that Arvad had sold her to human traffickers in Thailand.

 

Arvad and Boraas worked with the Russian mafia. Though they never met anyone higher than their local contact, they didn’t care, they didn’t want to know, as long as they got paid, and they got paid well for a good specimen.  They made a lot of money and all they had to do was deliver the goods to their contact.  It was a nice clean operation.  They had what they wanted.  There was no shortage of drink and women as long as the money flowed.

 

When the Rodriguez family checked in at the front desk, Arvad was there.  He took their bags up to their rooms paying special attention to their conversation and observing the children carefully.

 

The two older children were slight in build like their mother.  The contact wanted specimens that would last awhile, so Arvad always looked for ones that were more sturdy.  In this case the baby was promising, besides the contact said that her contact wanted something different and this baby might just be the thing that would bring a higher price.  He dallied, moving a chair here and some flowers over there, as the family excitedly examined their quarters.

 

The older children were excited to get into their swim suits and go to the pool. The woman wanted to get her baby to bed as she was fussy and tired.  Arvad watched where she took the child and after receiving his tip he left.  All he had to do now was watch for an opportunity.

 

His next assignment was the pool area. Fortunately for him, the Rodriguez family was at the pool.  Manuela and Jorge were playing and splashing in the pool while Rosita held Carmelita and Manny took pictures.

 

Bringing a pitcher of lemonade over to their table he heard Manny suggest to Rosita that they put the children to bed after supper and when they were asleep they could go for a stroll in the gardens.  It sounded so romantic and it had been a long time since they had time alone together, and in such a beautiful setting.  Though she had some hesitation about leaving the children alone, Rosita consented.

 

They walked in the flower lined garden, stopped to admire a beautiful orchid growing on a tree, and sat down on a bench.  The night air was beginning to cool off from the heat of the day. The sky turned a beautiful orange, then pink leading into shades of night gray.  They reluctantly returned to their rooms as the sun was beginning to set.

 

Rosita went into the room where Manuela and Jorge were sleeping.  She paused a moment to reflect on what a wonderful day it had been.  Going into their room to the crib where she had laid Carmelita, she was horrified to find that she was not there.  She screamed. Manny came running into the room to see what had happened.  Their baby was gone.

 

Arvad saw that the Rodriguez’s had gone out of the room.  What wonderful timing!  He alerted his contact to be ready as he would hand off the baby to her.  She posted a watch on the Rodriguez’s to make sure they were not surprised before they snatched the child.

 

Carefully letting himself into the room with the master key that he had stolen, he went to the room where the baby was. Picking her up he placed a rag soaked in a drug solution over her nose and mouth to keep her sedated so she wouldn’t cry.

 

Opening the door to the adjoining room where his contact waited, he gave her the baby, she would take it to the next contact.  Arvad would get paid handsomely for this one, he was sure of that.  She was plump with rosy cheeks, someone would pay big for her.

 

Every step along the way was carefully planned.  There were no clues left behind, no trace of anything for the police to go by.  The kidnapping made the papers and the news media was all over the resort. Arvad hung around long enough to not arouse suspicion when he left.  He went back to Russia with a lot of money in his pocket.

 

Devastation is the best word to describe the Rodriguez family. Manny blamed himself, Rosita blamed Manny and herself.  The children were inconsolable.  The request for prayer went throughout the world. The only hope was a miracle.  Manny and Rosita turned to God with all of their hearts, begging for the return of their daughter.

 

Pattaya, Thailand, a man walked into a cleaning establishment.  He asked about their laundry and cleaning facility and mentioned that he had some needs and wondered if they knew where these needs could be met.  Eyeing him carefully, the owner asked if he had any preference for his needs to be met and when he said that he didn’t the owner lead him into a back room.

 

“I have something very special for you.”  He said.  “I am sure your needs will be taken care of.”  They agreed on a price; it was paid and the shopkeeper opened the door to a dimly lit room.  Entering the room the man saw a baby.  His stomach turned.  He thanked the shopkeeper and closed the door.

 

When he was brought into the back room, he noticed a door with an exit sign. Scooping up the baby in his arms, he carefully opened the door a crack to make sure no one was outside.  The coast was clear, running as fast as he could out the door and down the street, he came to the place where his friend was waiting for him.

 

The newspapers and TV carried a picture of three month old Carmelita Rodriguez as she was returned to her family with the caption:  “God does a Miracle, baby returned to her parents!”

 

 

When I was in Chicago a few years ago, I was at the Union train station waiting for my train to come.  I was totally unaware that bus stations and train stations are used by pimps and prostitutes to get easy money.  They prey upon unsuspecting, gullible people.  No doubt they saw me as their “pigeon”.  I have learned since then that these places are favorites for pimps to pick up girls fresh from the country who appear lost or lonely.

 

I had purchased some lunch and was sitting in a designated eating area.  A girl, solidly built, loud and coarse, sat down at a table next to  me.  She began to speak into her phone to her father.  She was telling him that she wanted to come home but that a guy was watching her and she was scared.  She asked him to wire her some money she could catch a bus home.  I felt so sorry for her.  I walked past her and put $20.00 into her hand.  She immediately got up and took off, very quickly followed by a black man.

 

I had been had!

 

I wrote this story today to make people aware of what is going on in the seamy world of human trafficking.  I don’t know a lot about it, but I do know some.  The story about the baby and the bar owner are true stories that I embellished with my imagination.

 

Parents and caregivers to pray for protection for the children in your care.  Educate yourself in the ways of those who deal in human souls for profit.

 

My sister left her two little girls by a jewelry counter in Walmart several years ago.  She told them to stay there, that she would be right back.  A man approached them, getting close he punched the older one in the stomach so she couldn’t cry out.  He began to take them toward the door as my sister came around the corner and saw him.  She yelled so loudly he got scared, dropped the girls and ran from the building.  Many years earlier I had a vision in which I saw that attempt and prayed for them.  God was merciful.  We cannot be too careful.  There are predators who think nothing of taking your precious treasures.   Be alert and aware.

 

It is written:

 

“Whoso shall offend one of these little ones which believe in me, it were better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and that he were drowned in the depth of the sea.”  Matthew 18:6

 

“It is not the will of your Father which is in Heaven that one of these little ones should perish.

Matthew 18:14

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Story of Stanley Smith

The following story is purely fictional, but it is based on truth.  Consider what happened to Stanley Smith.

My name is Stanley Smith.  I want you to know that Hell is real and so is Heaven.  I have been to both places.  Now, where is that found in the Bible you may ask.  Well, my answer is that it is found in several places either directly or indirectly.  If you really care to know, you can search it out.  I am not the source of easy answers nor am I going to argue with your unbelief.  I am simply a witness.  You will either believe what I am about to tell you or you will not, but that will not alter what I experienced and was commissioned to tell.

I am 45 years of age; a faithful husband and a loving father to our two sons.  I am a good son to my parents and I am a good friend to a couple of guys.  My parents raised me in a Christian home and when the kids came along my wife and I decided we needed to get involved in church.  I saw myself as a good person.

I was driving home from my office on the night of September 15, 2016; I had worked extra long hours that day because of changes that took place in the company I work for.  It had been bought out by a larger firm and transition was underway necessitating that management spend extra time making sure that it went smoothly.

Our place is out in the country near a town of about 10,000 people, we have a hobby farm of 5 acres.  I had a pole barn built to house the horses.  My wife and I each have a horse and our two sons share one.  We love taking in the horse shows at the county fair and have participated in many of the local equestrian activities.

We sit at the tail end of a state park system, nestled in a grove of trees; it provides a measure of privacy, but also enjoyment as we see deer, wild turkeys, and other wild life, on a regular basis.  There was an outbreak of tent caterpillars last year and they sprayed our grove to stop it from spreading further into the park.  We appreciated that.

My wife has a vegetable garden, from it we get fresh veggies for summer eating, and enough to do some canning for winter cooking.  We keep a few chickens for eggs and occasional eating.  It’s a good life.

Anyway, I was heading home that late September night when a 12 point buck darted into the road in front of my car.  The last thing I remember is crashing into the deer.

The next thing that I remember is that I began to go down into utter darkness, I thought, “There must be some mistake, I am supposed to go up.”  As I began to descend I smelled a horrible odor like the worst rotten eggs you every smelled in your life.  I heard people screaming; I was terrified.  The realization that I was on my way to Hell impacted all my senses, I yelled, “Jesus, help me.”

Suddenly, a light as bright as the sun shone upon me and yanked me out of that horrible place.  I found myself standing before Jesus.

“Why was I going to Hell?  I don’t understand, I believe in you.”  With great sorrow in His eyes, He told me that I had not belonged to Him, He could not stop me from going there; I had made the choice.  “But,” I said, “I am a good Christian, I go to church and I help people, I am not a sinner like some of the people I know that have affairs, cheat and lie.”

He replied, “It is written in My Word that all men are sinners and no one can come to the Father except through Me.  I am the Way.”  “I spoke to the Pharisee that the only way here is to be born again.  Like the Pharisees, you trusted in your own goodness, your own works; that is not the way here.”, He said. “You chose your own way and that is what sent you to Hell.”

Tears ran down His cheeks as He told me that the only reason I was with Him now was because my mother had said she would not allow me to go to Hell and Father had heard her prayers.  He told me that when I cried out to Him, I came into agreement with her prayers and He was able to rescue me from Hell.  I fell at His feet and cried out for Him to save me.  “I believe Lord, forgive me.”

I trembled to think how close I came to being lost forever.  His love flooded by whole being, all the things of earth left me at that moment and all I could do was worship Him.

He lifted me up to stand before Him.  His eyes were pools of liquid love.  I knew at that moment the joy of the Lord that I had only heard about.

“I am going to give you a choice.”  He said.  “You can stay here, enter into the city, and meet your loved ones who have gone on before or you can go back and be a witness for Me.”

I could see my grand-parents, some aunts and uncles and others I knew who had passed on.  They were waving and beckoning me to come.  It was hard to choose.  Heaven is indescribably beautiful and the peace and love are tangible; but I chose to come back.  You may wonder why.  It made perfect sense to me there, but in the months that followed I too wondered why I had made that decision.

Instantly, I found myself back in my body with searing pain shooting through my legs.  My head felt like it weighed a ton.  I was aware that there were people all around my vehicle because I could hear them talking.  They thought I was dead.  I tried to tell them that I was very much alive, but my mouth didn’t work.  I don’t remember what happened next.

I was told that I was in the hospital for two months before I woke up.  My injuries were so severe that there were moments when my family despaired for my life.  I so wanted to tell them I would be okay and that I had seen Jesus, but it would be a year before I was able to do so, it was just too sacred to me.

I am fully recovered today.  In His mercy, God healed several parts of my body, but much the same way that Jacob was left with a limp after wrestling with the angel of the Lord as it is recorded in the Bible, I was left a paraplegic.  I thank God every day for my life, for my family, and for all the blessings I have been given.  I do not in any way feel angry about my lot in life.  I know that in Heaven I will walk again.

God has opened up doors for me to share my testimony and I have seen many come to Him as a result.  If you are one who thinks that your own goodness or your knowledge of God, Jesus, or Heaven will get you there, please accept my experience; repent of your sin and receive what Jesus did for you in His death and resurrection.  You will be eternally grateful that you did.

 

I received this story early one morning.  It was written and put into a folder in my Word account.  God is trying to reach out to many people with the message from Heaven.  I trust you will consider His message, turn from sin and embrace the cross of Christ if you have not already done so.  Dying to self is not easy, but the result is out of this world.  Heaven awaits the sons of God.

You are loved by Jesus and me. (Joy)

 

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Prayer, Possession, Position and Priority

Good Morning, it has been an hour now since I woke up.  It is about 5:30.  When I wake up in the early morning hours, I wake up wide awake and I know that I must get up and get with God.  I don’t feel Him, I don’t see Him, but I know I am with Him.  And, I know that He has something that I am to pray about.

Normally, I sleep peacefully through the night and awaken after approximately eight hours.  I wake up happy, thinking about the Lord and ready for the day.

Recently, there are several things that have happened to those I care about.  A few years ago I would have been worried, even fearful for them.  Today, I know that my Father in Heaven holds them in His hand and I can trust that He knows what is needed to bring them to full dependence upon Him.  That is His goal.

My mind wanders around as I pray for my loved ones.  I see them in my mind’s eye.  I see characteristics, pitfalls they may have fallen into and I pray that God will set them free.  The Bible says that in this world there will be trouble; we could all say AMEN to that.  If it stopped there we would have every right as believers in Jesus to feel wretched.  However, that is not the end of the story.

Peter the apostle, tells us that God gave us great and precious promises so that we could escape the lust that is in the world.  In our American Christian mindset we most often think of lust in terms of sex.  It is more than that. Lust takes many forms.

In Eden Adam and Eve lusted to be like God as they listened to the lie of the snake.  They felt that there was something God had denied them.  The evil one accused God to them saying, “God knows that in the day that you eat of the fruit you will be like God.”

Why is this a lie?  Because Adam had been created “in the image and likeness of God”.  Adam looked just like God.  The same authority that God had over Heaven, Adam had over Eden.  He lacked nothing…except one thing, a companion like himself, so God made Eve from one of Adam’s ribs.

Eve also bore the image and likeness of God since she was created by God from Adam’s rib.  They had a perfect environment.  They lived in perfect relationship with God.  It was like Heaven on earth, that is until the adversary sowed doubt and introduced lust into the picture.  Paradise was lost.

The result of Adam’s choice is called sin.  It happens every time someone listens to the accuser and chooses lust instead of life.

What do you lust after?  Power, fame, fortune, a good reputation?  Some lust after food, some lust after knowledge.  Lust is nothing more than idolatry and it can take many forms.  It is a “sneaky” spirit that first must deceive the mind before it possesses the soul.

When I was a young married woman I lusted after my husband.  I wanted to be with him all the time.  Though I did not see it at the time I wanted to possess him.  I cried if he wanted to go outside and I made him miserable if he wanted to be alone.  I “needed” him.

Thank God He did not allow my husband to fulfill my lust!  I had an emotional deficit that I wanted him to fill.  I did not know at that time that I was created with a God-sized vacuum and only God could fill it.  It would be many miserable years before my eyes were opened to the truth and I trusted Jesus to be Lord of my life.

I have shared this in the hope that I might help you see that you can be a believer in Jesus and be a “soulish” Christian who is led by lust instead of being led by the Holy Spirit as the sons of God are to be.

Man is a spirit and when a person comes into relationship with God through Jesus we say that he is saved or born-again.  Since man is a spiritual being the Bible says that we become “a new creature in Christ Jesus.”  The essence of meaning is “something that never existed before.”  This  transformation is immediate.  The Bible says that a believer is “seated with Christ in Heavenly places”.  That is in the spiritual realm.  It is a legal position.  It carries with it Heaven’s authority.

The church is called the “Body of Christ” and each person likened to a member of the Body.  Thus each person has a part to play in the well-being of the Body.  When one part of your body is in distress your whole being feels distressed.  This is why God leads us to pray for one another.

The soul and body of a believer is that part of our being that relates to the natural world, the world around us.

The soul houses the mind (not your brain), the will and the emotions, including your affections, and when your are born-again it enters into a process called salvation.  You are saved from your past sins, being saved presently and will be saved in the future.   Depending on your former lifestyle, this can be messy and you need to be patient with yourself and others as God crafts you into the image He has of you.

It is essential that one who comes to Jesus must commit himself to the Lord with all that he knows of himself at that point in time.  It is absolutely essential that he get a Bible that he can understand so he will read it.  By the way, do not be pressured that you must devour the whole thing at once.  Just start a regular program of Bible reading.  There are many fine Bibles and Bible studies that will help you grow spiritually.

Prayer is the conversation of a believing heart with God. If you want a relationship with someone you spend time with them, you talk to them about yourself and they talk to you about themselves.  It is called, “Getting to know you”.  (smile)

Take some time every day to be with Him.  God wants you to know Him and though He knows you more than you know yourself, He wants you to bring everything to Him.  He loves you so much.

You have a blessed day today.  Joy

 

 

 

 

 

 

Unity and Judgment

“The sword without and terror within.”  Attacks upon America and Israel from outside, from other nations;  Terror attacks within America by foreign nationals and Americans who have been radicalized by the forces that want a one world government.

George Washington had a vision of three wars on American soil.  The final war came from Europe, Asia and Africa and it appeared that all was lost.  BUT…Americans rose up and began to repel the attackers; afterwards she began to rebuild.  However, she was not the same.

Is that time now?  There is a time clock; it dwells in the mind of God.

A time is coming upon the world when the judgment of God will be fully unleashed against all who hate Him and His ways.  No one person or nation will be responsible for the carnage that results at that time.  God will lift His hand of protection over creation and the world of men, this will cause all manner of destruction to come; there will be no place to hide from the wrath of God.

Eventually, the God-haters will have their opportunity to “have it their way”.  The result of rebellion against God and His way will be judgment.  Not one person who is in alignment with God through the person of His Son Yeshua, the man Gentiles call Jesus, will be lost for eternity.  However, throughout time there will continue to be those who will be martyred for Him.

God promises no wrath for those who are truly His children; these have been grafted in to the vine, Israel, and are part of the One New Man.  The time of the One New Man is approaching.  God will do the combining of the stick of Judah and the stick of Ephraim.  Man will try to bring about unity between believing Gentiles and believing Jews; there will be a false unity just as surely as there is true unity.  Jesus prayed for unity and true unity will come, but only by the power of the Holy Spirit.

“Moreover, thou son of man, take thee one stick, and write upon it, For Judah and for the children of Israel his companions; then take another stick, and write upon it, For Joseph, the stick of Ephraim, and for all the house of Israel his companions:  Say unto them, Thus saith the Lord GOD; Behold, I will take the stick of Joseph, which is in the hand of Ephraim, and the tribes of Israel his fellows, and will put them with him, even with the stick of Judah and make them one stick, and they shall be one in mine hand.”    Ezekiel 37:16, 19

Many years ago I heard the Lord my God say, “You are of the tribe of Joseph.”  I did not understand at that time what He meant.  I wondered if I was of Jewish heritage.  When I understood the Ezekiel passage above, I understood that he was saying that as a Gentile believer in the Jewish messiah, I was in Joseph.

Ephraim is the son of Joseph, the patriarch, his name means “fruitful”.  The history of Ephraim is not so good, in the same way church history reveals a lot of shameful things, but the church has been fruitful in bringing the Good News of the redeemer to the world and before history is finished she will fulfill her role in the plan of God.

“For God hath not appointed us to wrath, but to obtain salvation by our Lord Jesus Christ.”                      I Thessalonians 5:9 

“That they all may be one; as thou, Father, are in me, and I in thee, that they also may be one in us; that the world may believe that thou hast sent me.”   John 17: 21

The Adversary will continue to pursue his ambition to take the place of Yahweh, God.  And, he will be allowed to take control of world government for a time, but only for a time.  God is now, has been and will always be on the throne and He will never be deposed.

“Oh that they were wise, that they understood this, that they would consider their latter end!”  Deuteronomy 32:25-33

“Void of counsel”, God says of a nation that has turned its back on God.  “How should one chase a thousand and two put ten thousand to flight, except their Rock had sold them and the Lord had shut them up?”    Deuteronomy 32:30

There is but one God, no matter how many claim to be God, He is LORD and there is no other, Isaiah the prophet declared it and it is so!

“Fear ye not, neither be afraid: have not I told thee from that time, and have declared it?  ye are even My witnesses.  Is there a God beside me?  yea, there is no God; I know not any.” Isaiah 44:8

Since all these things be true as recorded in the scripture, “what manner of men ought we to be living holy and godly lives?”    II Peter 3:11 

“So that you come behind in no gift; waiting for the coming of our Lord Jesus Christ.”                                  I Corinthians 1:7

Let no one who reads these words be found wanting, having been weighed by God in the balances.  There is only one true measure that can balance sin and it is the sacrificial death and resurrection of the God Man, Jesus the Messiah of Israel.

Do you know Him?  If not, repent of your sin of rebellion and turn to God with all your heart and soul, He will redeem you through Jesus blood, the only sacrifice acceptable to God.  There is a mercy-seat, a place where you can come, a place where God will hear your penitent cry, forgive your sin and heal you. Don’t delay!

Praying that you will hear with the ears of your heart what Holy Spirit is saying today.

COME!

 

 

 

 

Walls

“The troubles of my heart are enlarged.”  Do you feel like that today?  Apparently many people do if the things that I have heard recently are any indication.

Today when I talked with a dear friend of mine we got on the subject of walls that people build or allow to be built, for whatever reason, and there are many…both reasons and walls.

Somehow when we are going through hard times we seem to feel that no one has ever experienced what we are experiencing, no one has ever gone through what we are going through.  There is no light at the end of the tunnel, in fact, the tunnel seems to be collapsing on us.  No one understands, or cares, I am all alone!

Depending on our temperament we may put on a happy face, pretending that all is well when we are dying inside, or we may become angry at the world and everyone in it, or we may cry and wail and moan about the awful place we find ourselves in, or we may blame someone, or everyone, for this awful situation we are in.  We may do everything but the one thing that we need to do.  “Submit yourself to God, Resist the devil and he will flee from you.”

Stop!  Stop whatever you are doing.  Stop praying worry prayers.  Stop praying self-pity prayers.  Look to God and Listen for His voice.

If you can’t hear because of all of the static going on around you, ask someone for help.  We all know someone with a listening ear.  All of this precludes that you really want to get out of the pit you are in, of course.  Pride, self-centeredness and walls you built will keep you from seeking help.

So, let’s say that you have decided that you can’t do this on your own and you are willing to get some help.  God knows you.  It is written that He knows our thoughts before we think them.  The thing is, it takes very little seeking or openness to trigger His compassion.  He loves you and wants you to walk free of all bondage.  The next step is to actively seek counsel.

It is written that Jesus is our “Wonderful Counselor”, and He is, but I see Him more like a lawyer who represents us before God the righteous judge, pleading the case for us and presenting His blood as evidence that the price has been paid for our liberty from the accuser.

The Blessed Holy Spirit is within each believer and He truly is the one who can give us counsel.  Being the gentleman that He is, He will not force anything on us, we must seek His help, want it with all of our heart and want God’s will more than we want to breathe.  Then we will hear Him and He will lead us in the way we should go.

Jesus will come into every situation; He is our healer, He is our deliverer, the one who paid the price we deserved so that we can be set free to follow on to know the Lord.  His coming is like the dawn, He is the Daystar from on high.  He is the light of the world that shines in the darkness and light always overcomes darkness, always.

When you are walking in darkness, and you are tired of crying, tired of trying, and you have or are ready to give up, what then?  Maybe now you are finally ready to let go and let God.  Or, maybe not, which brings me to walls.

There have been times in my life when I have come nose to the wall and saw no way around it, over it, under it or through it.  It was God’s wall to make me stop, look and listen to Him.  I had to learn to submit, surrender, yield to Him.  When I did, He always took me where He wanted me to be.

Why would we build a wall?  To keep something or someone in or keep them out.  There are good walls.  A city of yesteryear would build a wall around it to keep the enemy out.  Watchman would be assigned to spots on the wall to be able to alert the inhabitants if an enemy was approaching.  It was a very serious assignment, punishable by death if they were found sleeping.

There are walls of restraint that we build to protect ourselves from users, abusers and attackers.  These walls are wisely built.

There are walls of restraint when we see things and our flesh would rise up to criticize or condemn and we must be reminded that our God is not the accuser;  He is full of compassion and love for those who are hurt or wounded.

Wounded people build walls. Many times in my past I built walls to protect myself from being hurt…again.  I made inner vows that I would never allow that to happen, that no one would ever be allowed to come so close to me that they could hurt me.

Sometimes celebrities build houses surrounded with a high fence and a gate to keep the public out.  There is something about celebrity that makes the person on the street curious to know about them, to know how they live, what they do when they are not on the big screen or on TV etc.  Many celebrities are very private people and they don’t want their lives spread all over the media, and they certainly don’t want the public to come onto their property.

Definitely more dangerous are the walls we build in our soul, walls that keep people out also can keep God out.  We may say we want to be free, and we may even have a soulish desire to be free, but our situation is so familiar that when the time comes to be set free, the wall we built will keep Him out and we will continue on in bondage.

Another example of a bad wall is that of a person who enjoys the attention that a soulish outburst brings.  It feels good to have people caring for us, hugging us and telling us how they understand what we are going through, how they love us and will pray for us.  It brings a momentary fix. However, it isn’t long before the reality of life sets in and we are back where we started.  Some people go from one fix to another, one counselor to another, one group to another, one church to another, always looking and never able to find deliverance or peace.

Do you have walls?

There is an organization calling itself “Wallbuilders”.  I am not sure what they do, but I think it is probably a good thing.  As I said there are some walls that are good.  When ancient Israel was brought back from captivity, the first thing they did was to rebuild the wall around Jerusalem.

Have you noticed how many words begin with re?  God rebuilds, God restores, God asks us to remember certain things.  I think the prefix re means to do again what you did before.

Something that has fallen must be rebuilt.  So let us tear down walls of offense, walls that we put up to protect our wounded souls, walls that we built out of fear and worry, and let us open up our hearts to the Lord and allow His Spirit to come in and bring deliverance and healing; and let us build again the walls that have fallen, those fallen walls that allowed the enemy of our soul to come in and steal, kill and destroy.

God wants a people who are whole.  A people who have taken down walls that keep Him out and a rebuilding of the walls of truth and righteousness that have fallen in the street.  It must begin with the household of God.  It is your choice whether you want to be a part of this process.

I am praying that whoever considers what I have written will allow Holy Spirit access to his or her heart and soul.  Believer, believe what you believe.  Unbeliever, consider truth and turn from lies, do not be deceived, what you sow you will reap.

The wages that sin pays is death.  There is pleasure in sin for a season, but payday always comes, either here or hereafter.  Heaven or Hell, it is your decision which it will be, but it will be one or the other.

Much is happening in our world; it has gone on as it always has, but soon it will come to a screeching halt…there will be no more “same old, same old” thing happening.  The New World Order is coming on stage and its protege’s are in a hurry to get on.  One last time God will reach out to mankind drawing them into His Kingdom…and then the scene will change.  You don’t want to be here for the final act.

God is God and there is no other!  Choose this day whom you will serve, if the Lord He is God then serve Him; as for me and my house we will serve the Lord. 

A watchman on the wall:  Joy

 

 

 

 

 

J.B. and Nin

It was the summer of 1930 when they met.  She was a farm girl and he was a city boy.  Their lives were worlds apart, as different as it was possible to be.  The attraction was strong, as it has been said, “Opposites attract.”.  The love they had for each other endured many years and much pain and sorrow, as well as joys.

Nin graduated from high school the summer of 1930 .  She was preparing to go to nursing school in a nearby town.  J.B. was the son of a business man in the biggest city in the state.  He was destined to follow in his father’s footsteps after he graduated.  But life has a way of  changing the best laid plans of man.

J.B. was a handsome young man, sure of himself, or so it appeared.  He liked a good time and he liked good looking girls.  When he and Nin met, he was smitten.  She was tall and slender, a sweet girl with soft, pretty blue eyes.  Having been raised on the farm she knew how to work and was a great help to her folks.

Nin was the oldest of three children, her siblings a girl and a boy.  The family was solid and respected in their community.  They were church people with a reputation for being caring and helpful.  J. B. on the other hand had lost his mother when he was fifteen years of age, his father had remarried and he soon found himself out of the house at sixteen because he butted heads with the new wife.  He had two sisters, the oldest married right after high school and the younger sister still lived at home.

Moving in with a family who lived across the alley from his home, he became a full on rebel against the expectations of his father.  America had come out of the Roaring Twenties and Carrie Nation had caused quite a stir resulting in a time of prohibition of alcohol; there were rumblings of war in Europe and Japan; America was in the throws of change. it was a very unsettled time, especially for the young.

J.B. and his friend Casey were like many young people of that day, heady and rebellious against authority, hence when a neighbor began making and selling “bathtub gin”, they were his delivery guys.  Of course, in that process they both began to drink a little on the side.

That first summer after graduation J.B and Casey decided they wanted to have a little adventure, so they hopped a freight and headed south.  Avoiding the railroad “Dicks”, whose job it was to get rid of freeloaders, provided many narrow escapes for them.  When they returned home J.B. began to work for his dad at the shop.

J.B.’s Dad and his friend owned a shop that was called Crown Iron Works.  J.B. learned to weld and he was very good at it.  But, he was restless.  He and Casey got involved with the Golden Gloves boxing organization, and while they never went very far with it, it put within J.B.a combativeness that never left him, he loved boxing

Nin was being courted by a young man from a neighboring town when J.B. came to work on the farm for the summer.  From that point on she had no interest in her suitor.  J.B. flirted with her, told her how pretty she was, all the while being careful not to do it under the watchful eye of her parents.  He was a ladies man, and he liked having a good time.  A little drink now and then with the guys in town didn’t hurt either.

Nin’s parents did not approve of the relationship with J. B. they told her that she knew nothing about alcohol, she had no exposure to it, it could create a lot of heartache.  The warning was given because they saw danger ahead, but she would not listen.  Their hopes were that she would forget about him as soon as she began her schooling, but it was not to be.

Summer ended and J.B. went back to the city to work at the shop and Nin began nursing school.  Fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on your perspective, the school closed its doors and Nin was left with a decision.  Life took a dramatic turn for her.

She moved to the big city and began to work as a domestic for a wealthy family.  It was hard work, but she was there and she began to see J.B. regularly.  This began a relationship that ended in their marriage in 1937.  Her parents were opposed to the marriage, warning her again about J.B.’s drinking, but she would not listen.  She was in love.

A year after their marriage a little girl was born.  She looked like her dad, people said.  Her hair was dark, her blue eyes were large like her dad’s, and her little mouth drooped down at the corners.  She looked like a doll in her pink satin dress.  They were so happy.  She was their joy.

What followed in the next years were times of elation and times of  great pain for Nin, as J.B.’s addiction began to take a toll on the marriage.  America was at war, the iron works was converted to serve the war effort, another child was born, a boy and then another girl.

Many times Nin took the train from the big city to the small country town, getting away from the pain of wages lost at the bar, other women and constant fighting over alcohol consumption.  At the beginning, Nin had tried to go with him to the bar, she even tried to drink with him, but soon found she could not do it.  The babies came, and though she would bring the two little ones with her to visit the couple at the bar, who had become friends, she came to the decision that she needed to be home caring for her children.  She would threaten to divorce J.B. and leave only to return when he would beg her to come home and promising that he would change.

In the summer of 1946, the oldest girl went to live with her grandparents, she was 10 years of age at that time.  It was very hard for Nin to let her go, though she felt it was the right thing to do as she was a sensitive child and struggled with the fighting between her and J.B.

In 1947 the family moved to a town that was close to the farm where Nin was raised, here she had the support of her family, the help of her mother and she would be able to see her daughter.  J.B. promised to quit drinking and was sober for two years.  It was good during that time.   However, it didn’t last.

A neighbor kept pestering J.B. to have “just one drink J.B, it won’t hurt!”  Just one drink opened the flood gates and as the years passed the problem worsened.  There were four more children born, a girl, two boys and another girl, the youngest was a down’s syndrome child who died when she was nine years old.

Alcoholism is a terrible master, it destroys not only the life of the victim, but the lives of the victim’s family.  It has been written that “no man is an island” and where alcoholism is concerned that is certainly true.

The youngest child was still a toddler when the family was being served by the state welfare society.  At this point J.B. was not able to hold down a job because of his acute alcoholism.  A case worker came to the home and demanded that a choice be made as they could no longer support the family while J.B. was in the house.  The ultimatum was divorce him and we will continue to assist you or if you chose to stay with him we can place the children in foster care.

At this point, one of the daughters and her husband brought Nin to the courthouse and divorce proceedings were begun.

Nin continued to live in the town and with the help of the welfare department and her mother she managed to raise the children. It wasn’t an easy life.  When the two youngest were still at home she went to work washing dishes in a local restaurant.  She continued at this job after they left home.  Eventually Nin was to live with each of her three girls before she died.

The children grew up, met their spouses and began their lives in that area.  That is, all but the oldest daughter.  She moved to Colorado, then to California where she met her husband, eventually moving back to the big city.

J.B. moved to North Dakota after the divorce, where he eventually remarried.  He was divorced by his second wife and was talking about remarrying her when she died.  During this time he and Nin met at the home of a son who lived in North Dakota.  All of this was too much for J.B.  He went back home and went on a two week binge.

It was at this point that the manifest intervention of God began.  I am the oldest girl of this family. I write this blog.

I received a call from my brother in North Dakota that our Dad was in the hospital and I needed to come.  I picked up my sister on the way and when we arrived what we found was very unsettling.  The doctor was pressing us to make a decision about what to do with Dad.   We did not know that he had cancer and was on tranquilizers when he binged out, the result of that was immediate senility dementia.

The doctor wanted us to put him in an institution and advised us to do so, he told us to forget about him. Dad’s reputation in that town was not good, and to the doctor he had no value.  However, that was not God’s opinion; He does not throw people away, if only someone will care and believe He will rescue them.  At this point, the only one in the family who belonged to the family of God, besides me, was my next youngest sister; we went into Dad’s room and closed the door.  We knelt down by his bed and prayed; we begged God for mercy, we asked for his salvation and for direction.  It came.

I called my husband and asked him if we could take Dad to live with us.  His immediate answer was, “Yes”.  God bless him!

If you don’t believe in God, if you don’t believe that God exists, I pray that “the rest of the story” will convince you as you see the miracle of healing that God did in my Dad.

My husband and our two sons lived in the big city, our house was a four level split.  There were three bedrooms and a bathroom upstairs, the main level was the living room and kitchen, half of the next level was above ground the other half underground; it had a bedroom and bath and a family room, below that was a basement.

I will never forget the day the brothers brought Dad to our home.  They brought him and his meager possessions into the house.  He was prattling on and on about things that made no sense whatever, it seemed his mind was on stuff that happened many years ago.  He had no idea where he was and could not relate to us in a meaningful way.  He was gone.

I stood in the kitchen and said, “Dear Lord what have I done?”  This answer came, “All things are possible, only believe.”

The days and years that followed were filled with many fights against the enemy of my soul to disbelieve the word of the Lord, but I chose to believe and I saw the wonderful works of God.

The first stand that I had to take was against conventional and professional wisdom.  I took Dad to the doctor for a check up shortly after he came to live with us.  When the tests came back that the cancer was in remission, it was a happy day.  Dad was a smoker, the doctor warned, “You can’t have him live with you, he will burn down your house.  You need to institutionalize him.”  I said, “No, I have angels that will watch over him, that will not happen.”

My Dad could swear like a sailor.  He cursed just about anything or anyone.  This was the next stand I had to take.  Many times a day at the beginning, I would go to a place in the house where I could take my stand against that spirit and demand that it get out of my house.  It had to yield to the name of Jesus and it did.  My home became a curse free zone.

Several years later we moved to another state, which happened to be a dry state, a real blessing because when we lived in the big city Dad would say, “I am going for a walk.” he would stand outside trying to figure out how he could get to the liquor store he had seen on the way home from shopping that day.  The Lord told me to take different ways home so he could not figure out how to get there.  I prayed confusion many times when he would set out for a walk and I would see him turn around and come back.

Gradually, Dad became more and more cognizant.  The healing of his mind was not a sudden thing, but rather a gradual progression.  It came to pass that I could converse with him as I would with anyone.  He read the newspaper and was interested in current affairs.

One of the things he loved was books about the west, cowboys etc.  There was a bookstore in town that sold used books, you could return what you read and get more.  He would go through a grocery bag of “westerns” every two weeks or so.  He watched T.V. while he lay in bed and was generally a joy to have around.  He appreciated good food.

I talked with him about his life, because I was not raised up in his household I knew little about him.  It was God’s plan for me to be with my grandparents as a child, but it was also God’s plan for me to be with my Dad in the last years of his life.  I thank God for both.

Since we lived in a “dry” town there was no concern about Dad getting alcohol.  You will witness the fact that the spirit does not leave a person even if they do not have access to the substance, even if years have gone by.  Spirits must be resisted or they will not leave.  The evident truth in the story I will tell you next illustrates my point.  It is funny, but true.

One day Dad asked me to get some Nyquil for him as he was having a little congestion and thought that might help.  A second bottle was bought as well, by the third request I began to suspect something “fishy” was going on.  When I read the label and saw the alcohol content, I laughed.  Yet how sad that the thirst is still there even though it is not satisfied, and if there is a possibility of getting a drink the spirit of alcohol will drive the person to do so at any cost.  I recall my grandmother telling about hired men who, when they would get desperate, would drink the wood alcohol from the tractor, which could be deadly.

Another time I had to return an item I had purchased at a mall nearby.  He asked if he could go with me and that was fine.  He quite often would go with me shopping.  I did have to be careful about saying I liked anything though, as he would want to buy it for me.  He told me that I was the dearest thing on earth to him.  Interesting, as there were times over the years when I would be with him, when there was anything but love coming from him towards me.  I know now that this was not my Dad, but the spirit of the enemy that controlled him.

Anyway, I didn’t think anything of his asking to go with  me.  I should have though because the mall was not in a dry town.  When we got to the store he asked if he could wait for me on the bench just outside the store, and as I knew I would only be gone for a few minutes I said yes.  When I returned Dad was not sitting on the bench.  Looking to my right I saw him coming out of a bar restaurant wiping his mouth.  The alcohol spirit is a thirsty devil!

After a few years Dad began to get sick.  The doctor confirmed that the cancer was active and aggressively moving.  At this point there was nothing they could do.  I was concerned about Dad’s spiritual condition.  He didn’t want me to talk with him about that, so I respected his wishes, but I prayed.  God marvelously answered my prayer by sending his sister who had prayed for her dear brother since her own conversion.  It was fitting that she should be the one who would lead him to the Lord she loved.

I called Mother and asked if she would be willing to come and help me care for Dad as the cancer was taking its toll on his body.

I had friends that were nurses at the local hospital and they were able, for a time, to give him shots to keep him comfortable.  Mom took days to care for him and I took nights.  When the time came where the pain was too strong and narcotics were needed, I had to place him in a nursing home.  I hated to do that, but I had no choice.

Mother and I would go to be with him twice a day until he started sleeping most of the time.  There were some poignant moments during that time as my parents interacted with each other.  I could see the love they had for each other.  I shall never forget the day when Mother asked Dad if he felt bad about what had happened during their marriage.  He hung his head down and said, “Yes.”  She patted his hand and said, “That’s okay Daddy, I forgive you.”  Restoration is a beautiful thing.

Mother and I would come into Dad’s room, kiss him on the top of his bald head and tell him we loved him, he would almost always tell Mom to ask me to take him home.  It broke my heart that I had to have him there.  Now that I am older myself I can begin to imagine how he felt.  The native people have a saying something like you should walk a mile in my moccasins;  Identifying with people can be an eye opener.

J.B. died and was buried next to his youngest daughter in the city where the children were raised.  Several years later Nin died and was buried next to her husband.  Together at last in Heaven, they await the rest of the family.  Hopefully, it won’t be long.

I hope that my parents story, though in abbreviated form, has caused you to ponder your own life story.  God has a plan and a purpose for each one of us.  Our part is to yield, submit and surrender to Him.  A proud man will not do so.  Neither will the proud man inherit Heaven.

Consider the words of the Lord:  “He who comes to me I will in no wise cast out.”.  And this word:  “Who (God) would have all men to be saved and come to the knowledge of the truth.”.  And finally this word:  “Come to me you who are weary and heavy laden (loaded) and I will give you rest.”.

Jesus is the answer, but you have to ask the right question.

I am thankful Father God for my husband, our sons and their families, I am thankful for my parents, my siblings, my grand-parents, my aunts, uncles and cousins, I am thankful for all of the people who have been a part of my life, who have influenced me whether negatively or positively.  All of them have helped to make me who I am today.  Bless the memory of those who have gone home and bless those who are still here on planet earth.  Thank you Lord!  Amen!

I love you Lord!

Joy

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Foundations

The sky is overcast…again.  We have had many overcast days so far this year.  There was a break in the clouds that lasted for several minutes and the sun shone brightly upon my little piece of earth.  It was a joy!

As I peruse the different sources for information that come to my computer each day, it would be so easy to become discouraged.  Yet, God reaches out with words of hope and comfort.  They lift my spirit and focus my sight, once more, upon what really matters.

Jesus, talking to His disciples, said, “Be careful that no one misleads you.  You will hear of wars and rumors of wars…nation will rise against nation and kingdom against kingdom…there will be famines and earthquakes in place after place…all of this is but the beginning of the early pains of intolerable anguish.”  Matthew 24:13-14

When you read the newspapers, watch TV news or see news on the internet, it sounds like these words of Jesus.

There is a verse recorded in Psalm 11:3 that says, “If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do?” Foundations matter.  Without a foundation that goes down to bedrock, a building shaken by a strong earthquake will rarely stand.

It has been recorded in Hebrews 12:27, that “Everything that can be shaken will be shaken until only what can not be shaken remains.”

When the shaking comes, and it will, where will you and I be?  I don’t mean a literal spot on earth, I mean spiritually, mentally, emotionally etc.  There is no safe place on earth, when judgment comes, there will be no place to hide.  When things suddenly go haywire we tend to panic.  When there is nothing that brings us the security we need, what then?

I had a picture come to mind of a swimmer crying out to be rescued, but when someone tried to rescue him, he pulled that person down with him.  People can’t help.

I was thinking of those who are addicted to something, and how trying to go it alone is impossible unless they exchange one habit for another.  Will power only goes so far.

One thing about earthquakes, nothing man made will stand unless it has a solid, deep foundation. Faith in Jesus is the solid and deep foundation we are bonded to, it will weather any storm, any earthquake, any hurricane, anything that happens around us.

I think of a story about a few soldiers during WWII, who during the bombing of a building took refuge under a library table.  One of the soldiers knew Psalm 91 and began to quote it from memory.  When the shelling stopped, the building was fallen down around them but they came out from under the library table safe.  It certainly was not the table that saved them, but rather one who knew the word of God concerning safety in the midst of crisis.

Do you believe in angels?  I do. Many times I have been saved or directed by these unseen helpers sent by our Father in Heaven.

Faith is man reaching out to God while God is reaching down to man, bringing him into His Kingdom, making him a Son with all of the rights, responsibilities and benefits of Kingdom living.

Of course, one can have inherited a fortune and never benefit from it if he does not follow the rules laid out to receive it.  I believe there are many believers who don’t know their rights and therefore do not receive the benefits.

God has declared that the rights of the Sons of God are, to name just a few, righteousness (God’s way of doing and being right), peace (That settled state of mind with nothing missing, nothing broken) and joy. (a settled state of contentment, confidence and hope; a source of happiness)  I don’t know anyone who has apprehended what is available, I certainly haven’t.  But I am pressing toward that goal.

If you are not in God’s family today, I suggest that you do so, because you need to be ready for the time that lies ahead.  World War III looms on the horizon.  It will not be like the other wars, life will not be the same in America or the world when the dust settles.

... 15, April 21~2 Nephi 15-19 or Pages 85-90 Jesus with Outstretched Arms

Prepare for your future by coming home to the Father’s house.  Your foundation will be set upon the Rock, Jesus the Messiah, He is the only righteous man that ever lived on planet earth.  He is the only foundation that will take you through what lies ahead.  He is the door into the Kingdom of God, it is written that no man comes to the Father, except by Him.  John 14:6

Come home to the Father, repent of rebellion against His will for your life, give Him your heart and invite Him to be your Savior and Lord.  As Him to fill you with His Spirit, get a Bible if you don’t have one and begin reading in the book of John.  John loved Jesus and you can hear and see it in the book he wrote.  Ask God to lead you to a church that believes that the Bible is God’s love letter to you, the instruction manual for a believer, and go, get with like-minded people, tell them your story and enlist their prayers.

A warning:  Church is full of flawed people just like you.  No one is perfect, just forgiven.  Don’t judge,  Ask God for a mentor.  You have a lot to learn and He has someone who can teach you.  May the Lord bless you on your journey.

I heard a few words of the old hymn Softly and Tenderly this morning and I want to leave them with you.  Be encouraged today, friend, God is on the throne, you are loved and you are safe in His arms, if you belong to Him.

 

 

 

 

When I Was A Child

I Corinthians 13:11

“When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child.  When I became a man, I put aside childish things.”

As young child I did not reason, I simply lived.  I did not know that I was trusting my parents to provide for me.  My elders told me what was acceptable behavior and I either obeyed them or resisted what they said, depending on how I felt at the time.

I did not worry about my next meal.  I did not concern myself about whether I would have clothes and shoes to wear, nor did I even think that I might not have a place to sleep.  I moved with the rhythm of life without so much as a thought.

I played, that was what I did.  Oh yes, sometimes I was aware of others in my world, but mostly my total concern was myself.  Mom and Dad were there, but they lived to care for me and when I didn’t get my way, I let them know.

As I grew older I began to notice the world I lived in.  I watched in fascination as the old Boxelder tree in the front yard bowed its head to the ground when a stormy wind blew through the farm.  My Grandma said that it did not break because it had a strong root system.  Isn’t that how we are to be when the storms of life come upon us?

Another storm came through that easily blew down the windmill .  It had nothing to hold it steady in a strong wind. The well that was below the ground was not affected by the wind on the surface, even as strength of character, schooled by the Holy Spirit, will keep us when the temptations and the winds of life blow.

I spent many happy hours in my elementary years watching people on a Saturday night in town.  I observed nature in the field behind Grandpa’s machine shed.  As I lay on the ground leaning on my elbow, I watched ants working on their sand hill and bunnies playing leap frog.  I looked up at the clouds imagining I saw horses and other fanciful shapes.  I dreamed of my future and wondered where I would be when I grew up and left the farm.

Then I became a teen-ager and life changed dramatically.  My body began to change when I was in the ninth grade.  I grew taller than the other girls, and the boys.  Awareness of my surroundings, the people in my life, became a measure of my worth, my value.  Life became more complicated and I became more melancholy.  I was now in the process of becoming an adult.  Your story may be similar to mine and yet is not the same.

A little baby looks so innocent and yet is tainted by a sin nature.  This is clearly revealed as we observe a child going from baby to toddler, from preschool to elementary school,    finally to become a teen-ager.  Self is at the center of childhood.” It’s all about me, it’s all about me.”

How does a parent deal with a child at these levels?  How do you help each child to grow to maturity when there are many children in the family?  Some parents abdicate their role simply because they never grew up emotionally themselves.  To have a baby does not mean that you will be a good parent.  There are many dysfunctional families in America.  You can see the results every day.  Have you ever tried to fix someone who is as unstable as water?  Instability begets instability.  Only God can fix people.

A strong willed child will resist correction and must be dealt with in a stronger way than a compliant child, often needing greater forcefulness on the part of the parent.   If not handled right this can result in resentment even leading to estrangement as the child bolts from the excessive restraint or anger in the home.

Much has been written and said about the teen years, probably because it is the most difficult and dangerous time in a person’s life.  I believe it to be the time when the child enters into the war for his soul.  The battlefield is filled with traps, snares and pits he can walk or fall into.  The enemy of our souls begins to shoot his arrows and blow his poison darts at our minds.  It is his goal to separate us from anyone or anything that could nurture us or give us the direction and strength we need to make it through to adulthood.

This is the time when a child begins to reason.  He begins to experiment with thoughts and ideas beyond what his parents have taught or allowed.  His peers influence becomes more important than his parents and many teens reject their parents altogether.  This, of course, makes them open season for the adversary.

Some children push against their boundaries, seeking, unknowingly, to establish how far his parents will let him go.  Teens need boundaries even though they chafe and push hard against them.  It is especially important at this time for parents to be persistently consistent.

As the teen experiments, tries on these different ideas and ways, parents need to be loving, calm and thoughtful, they must be prayerful and ask God for wisdom.  If you do your job to the best of your ability, your child will pass from childhood to adulthood with only a few battle scars.

Life provides us with decisions to be made every day.  We must choose to get out of bed every morning.  Those with jobs must choose to go to work and give the company the best they have.  Coming home after work, a decision must be made to do what needs to be done to keep house and home together. Priorities will be set and life will be lived accordingly.

Volition rests with man.  God made us that way.  Adam was created in the image of God.  He was given a command, it was his decision to obey or disobey, God gave him a will.  His choice cost the human race the image of God, for the scripture tells us that Adam was created in the image of God. After the fall, when Adam had a son, that son was born in the image of Adam.  By the way, the finger pointing began in Eden as Adam blamed Eve and Eve blamed the serpent.  In fact, they were all to blame because of their choices.

Paradise…Lost.  Relationship with God…lost.  Every child born after that bore the sin nature of Adam and Eve as witness of the fact that the first two humans argued with each other and Cain murdered his brother Abel.

Right and Wrong, Good and Bad, Black and White these are the choices!

Where is the gray, where is the middle ground that so many want to walk in?  With one foot in the world and one in the Kingdom of God, some believers nourish their flesh, placating it, satisfying it, petting it and they think that is okay with God, that He understands  because He is love.  God is also just, He hates sin all the while He loves the sinner.  He grieves because He has made a way for any who will to come to Him to be set free from the pressure of the flesh.

These carnal Christians subscribe to the world’s way of thinking such as,   “That’s the way I am, I can’t help it.”  “If it feels good do it.”   “Get all you can and can all you get.”  “It’s my way or the highway.”  There seems to be a need to have the world’s approval.  They seem to have the mentality that they will get as close as they can to sin, but not go all the way, as if sin is qualitative or quantitative.  Someone described sin in a believer as walking along a riverbank, getting as close to the river as you can without falling in.

Is it okay with God that you “take a walk on the wild side”,  or “sow your wild oats” while you are young, after all “boys will be boys”?  No, it is not okay with God.  God paid a high price for you believer, the loss of His Son to sin and death.  The suffering and pain of Jesus is beyond comprehension, the blood of His body poured out of every wound.  The Bible says that He was wounded for our transgression, the iniquity of us all was put on Him and by His stripes we are healed. The invitation for deliverance is to who ever will, again it is choice.  Jesus made the way.

God is faithful.  Invitations come, warnings come, and decisions are made.

I have heard:  “I’ll think about it, maybe later I will ask Jesus in to my life, but not today.”

I have heard:  “I am as good as you are, who do you think you are to tell me that I need Jesus, I am a good person, I have helped a lot of people.”

I have heard:  “I have been a good church member for many years.  I have taught Sunday School, sang in the choir and been part of helping provide money or food for those who have lost loved ones. I love God.”

I have heard:  ” My father was a Christian, so that makes me a Christian too.”

Many are called but few choose to humble themselves, repent for their sinful, selfish heart and receive Jesus as their Savior and Lord.

“Young John Jones was killed in a car truck accident today at the corner of State Hwy 2 and Thorn Hill Road, he was 23 year old.  The driver of a gravel truck ran a red light, he said the sun was in his eyes, he did not see the light or the Jones car.  Jones leaves behind a wife of six months.”

Can I tell you that John Jones did not expect to die.  He was young, he had his whole life ahead of him.  He and his wife planned to put religion off until they had children, in the meantime they wanted to enjoy life.

“Mary Smith died on Saturday at the age of 86.  She had been given a large inheritance by her father, which no one in Hebersville knew of, as Mary lived a rather frugal life.  This information only became known to the community as the gift was left to the Historical Society with the instructions that it was to be used to repair the local library and put it on the National Historical Register.  Mary was active in the local church which she faithfully attended every Sunday.

Mary was told that all she needed to do to have a Christian burial was be a faithful church member who took communion once a month.  This she did.  One dollar was placed in the offering plate every Sunday, Mary did not miss one.  There was a time when a plea went out for financial help for a hurting family, but Mary did not feel it was “her job” to support someone who was too lazy to work.  Of course, that was her take on it, not the truth.

What do you think was John Jones and Mary Smith’s destination at death?

The day will come when every person will stand before the righteous judge, the books will be opened and all will be judged by what is written there.  When the decision is handed out, as recorded in Matthew 25:40, Jesus said these words:  “In as much as you have done it to the least of these my brethren you have done it unto Me.”  So that’s the standard for the judgment of  works.  The love of God reaches out to the poor, the hurting, the downtrodden and what you do to and for them is noted.

I have been talking about outward things for the most part, but lest there be a misunderstanding, the scenarios above have to do with salvation and the name of a person being written in the Lamb’s Book of Life, which is the Family Album.  If your name is not there, you don’t get into the Kingdom of Heaven.  Goodness will not get you in, membership in a church will not get you in, who you know will not get you in and putting it off until a more opportune time will not get you in.  The way in is narrow, there is only one way and that way is through Jesus.

If you have a rebellion problem you will probably not hear and thus not come in.  As plainly as I can put it, you are on your way to destruction.

Let him who has ears to hear, hear!  Today is the day of salvation.  Come to Jesus, come into the Kingdom of God where there is liberty and freedom from the weight and burden of sin, where there is deliverance from the adversary, where there is healing, provision and protection.  Come to Jesus, Come on home, Father is waiting to welcome you!

In the battle for your soul,

Joy

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Apostasy

So you have decided that God does not exist because you cannot prove it. I am quite sure that you do not know that there have been thousands before you that have chosen to take that stand, to their detriment I might add.

It is written:

The fool says in his heart, “There is no God.  They are corrupt, they do abominable deeds, there is none who does good.”  Psalm 14:1; 53:1

Proverbs 10:14  The wise lay up knowledge, but the mouth of a fool brings ruin near.”

Proverbs 12:15  “The way of a fool is right in his own eyes, but a wise man listens to advice.”

Proverbs 14:3   “By the mouth of a fool comes a rod for his back” 

Proverbs 15:5    “A fool despises his father’s instruction, but whoever heeds reproof is prudent.”

Proverbs 18:2   “A fool takes no pleasure in understanding.”

Proverbs 28:26   “Whoever trusts in his own mind is a fool, but he who walks in wisdom will be delivered.

I Corinthians 1:18. “ For the message of the cross is foolishness to those who are perishing.

I think it is abundantly clear that God calls someone who does not believe in Him a fool.  I pray that you will consider what i am presenting to you today.

The word prove is interesting. It seems to me to indicate that there is a substance that must be tested to see the veracity. Of course, I think right away of a chemical application. So, let’s take that meaning and have a look at what it means to test God’s existence.

Perhaps the most famous atheist that I know of is the Frenchman Voltaire. The following is a brief synopsis taken from Wikipedia.

François-Marie Arouet  21 November 1694 – 30 May 1778), known by his nom de plume Voltaire, was a French Enlightenment writer, historian, and philosopher famous for his wit, his attacks on the established Catholic Church, and his advocacy of freedom of religion, freedom of expression, and separation of church and state.

Voltaire was a versatile writer, producing works in almost every literary form, including plays, poems, novels, essays, and historical and scientific works. He wrote more than 20,000 letters and more than 2,000 books and pamphlets. He was an outspoken advocate of several liberties, despite the risk this placed him in under the strict censorship laws of the time. As a satirical polemicist, he frequently made use of his works to criticize intolerance, religious dogma, and the French institutions of his day.

Voltaire was educated by the Jesuits at the Collège Louis-le-Grand (1704–1711), where he learned Latin and Greek; later in life he became fluent in Italian, Spanish, and English.[3]

Like other key Enlightenment thinkers, Voltaire was a deist, expressing the idea: “What is faith? Is it to believe that which is evident? No. It is perfectly evident to my mind that there exists a necessary, eternal, supreme, and intelligent being. This is no matter of faith, but of reason.”[48][49]

In a 1763 essay, Voltaire supported the toleration of other religions and ethnicities: “It does not require great art, or magnificently trained eloquence, to prove that Christians should tolerate each other. I, however, am going further: I say that we should regard all men as our brothers. What? The Turk my brother? The Chinaman my brother? The Jew? The Siam? Yes, without doubt; are we not all children of the same father and creatures of the same God?”[50]

In a letter to Frederick II, King of Prussia, dated 5 January 1767, he wrote about Christianity:  (Note this is toward the end of his life)

“[Christianity] is assuredly the most ridiculous, the most absurd and the most bloody religion which has ever infected this world. Your Majesty will do the human race an eternal service by extirpating this infamous superstition, I do not say among the rabble, who are not worthy of being enlightened and who are apt for every yoke; I say among honest people, among men who think, among those who wish to think. … My one regret in dying is that I cannot aid you in this noble enterprise, the finest and most respectable which the human mind can point out..”[53][54]

However, Voltaire also acknowledged the self-sacrifice of Christians. He wrote: “Perhaps there is nothing greater on earth than the sacrifice of youth and beauty, often of high birth, made by the gentle sex in order to work in hospitals for the relief of human misery, the sight of which is so revolting to our delicacy. Peoples separated from the Roman religion have imitated but imperfectly so generous a charity.”[63] Yet “His hatred of religion increased with the passage of years. The attack, launched at first against clericalism and theocracy, ended in a furious assault upon Holy Scripture, the dogmas of the Church, and even upon the person of Jesus Christ Himself, who was depicted now as a degenerate”.[64]

Judaism

Telushkin states that Voltaire did not limit his attack to aspects of Judaism that Christianity used as a foundation, repeatedly making it clear that he despised Jews.]

According to the historian Will Durant, Voltaire had initially condemned the persecution of Jews on several occasions including in his work Henriade.[72] As stated by Durant, Voltaire had praised the simplicity, sobriety, regularity, and industry of Jews.However, subsequently, Voltaire had become strongly anti-Semitic after some regrettable personal financial transactions and quarrels with Jewish financiers.

As I read Voltaire’s biography, I was struck by the unrest, the constant movement from thought to thought, person to person, place to place, seemingly not ever finding what he was seeking, progressively getting more degenerate in his thinking, seemingly filled with more and more hate and anger.  He seems to have been in a constant state of turmoil all the while in attack mode, using his wit and humor to do so. He was creative, certainly, this gift is from God, but because He did not know or understand who God truly is, the gift was used against man and God.

Voltaire had humanistic leanings; he was democratic in his philosophies and alignments to some degree, but certainly class conscious and believed only the enlightened really understood what was going on in the world. He exalted the mind above all and he used his beliefs to influence those in high places; power is a hard taskmaster, ever requiring more and more of the one seeking it.

It was interesting to me that tolerance was used to describe his view of “religions and ethnicities”. If there is one word that characterizes America today it is tolerance. We are told to tolerate lifestyles and activities that fly in the face of what the Bible says. America was founded to be a home for all classes; all colors, all races, all religions, but not that any of them impose their belief upon the many. America was founded by Bible believing Christians and today many would tear away that foundation and replace it with tolerance for anything anyone wants to do or believe, thus allowing the few to dictate to the many. It is a sad day indeed.

When a man turns his back upon the God who created him, he immediately begins to take on the character of the adversary of God. Voltaire was no exception. As we read history, it is clear that he went from religion to atheism. There is some doubt as to what happened on his deathbed. It was thought that a Catholic priest who was at his bedside asked him to repent, but he refused. Others have said that his fearful last words were, “The Nazarene, the Nazarene” In any case he did not die in faith, as far as it can be known.

I think that it is important at this point to clarify the difference between religion and relationship. A man can be religious without having any relationship with the God he intellectually believes in. I have personally known people who can quote scripture and espouse the tenets of the Christian faith, whose lives were a clear indication that their faith was superficial at best. It is clear from the word of God that believers in Jesus are not only to hear the word of God, but to do it as well.

The churches are full of people who believe in God who have never come into relationship with Him. It is not unlike knowing a famous person, knowing all about them but not knowing them personally. If they were to meet the famous one, that one would not know them.

It is written:

“Not everyone who says to Me, Lord, Lord, will enter the kingdom of heaven, but he who does the will of My Father Who is in heaven. Many will say to Me on the day, Lord, Lord, have we not prophesied in your name and driven out demons in your name and done many mighty works in your name? And then I will say to them openly, I never knew you; depart from Me, you who act wickedly disregarding My commands. Matthew 7:21-23

Is the one who sits in church believing in God but not having a living relationship with him any better off than one who chooses to disbelieve, in my opinion, no?

This brings me to the thought of proofing a substance or proving an idea. In order to do this you must start from a point of truth. The substance must be true, pure, if it isn’t you will get a false reading. Proving an idea, a concept is no different.

It is written:

“The heavens declare the glory (manifest presence) of God; and the firmament show and proclaims His handiwork. Day after day pours forth speech, and night after night shows forth knowledge. There is no speech nor spoken word [from the stars]; their voice is not heard. Yet their voice [in evidence] goes out through all the earth, their sayings to the end of the world. Of the heavens has God made a tent for the sun.” Psalm 19:1-4

In the darkest places of earth, God can be known by creation, and has been known. There is the story of a man from a tribe in Africa that was unreached by the gospel, who looking at the heavens thought there surely must be someone who made it. He cried out to that being for knowledge and God faithfully sent someone to tell him about God the creator and the way of salvation.

When the man Nicodemus, who was a religious leader in Jesus day, came to Him with questions, it was because he saw signs and miracles that no mere man had power to do. As they sat and talked, Jesus helped him see that these signs, wonders and miracles were done because of His relationship with God, and in order to enter into that relationship you had to believe truth. Truth is the starting point of proof. Jesus is the truth; He is the starting point of faith, the way, the very door into the Kingdom of God.

Nicodemus struggled to understand. His religion, his intellect were giving him a problem, they always have and they always will give a man a problem, because faith is not of the head, it is of the heart. (“For with the heart man believes and is saved and with the mouth he makes his confession.” Romans 10:10) So Jesus spoke to him of birth. Birth is the beginning of human life on earth according to western tradition. In Jewish tradition, life begins at conception. So too there must be a new birth of the spirit in order to enter in to the Kingdom of God. Nicodemus struggled.

It is written:

“How can a man be born when he is old? Can he enter his mother’s womb again and be born?” John 3:5

Jesus spoke: “What is born of [from] flesh is flesh [ of the physical is physical]; and what is born of the Spirit is spirit. Marvel not [do not be surprised astonished] at My telling you, you must all be born anew (from above). The wind blows (breathes) where it wills; and though you hear its sound yet you neither know where it comes from nor where it is going, So it is with everyone who is born of the Spirit.” John 3: 6-7

Jesus further assures Nicodemus that He is not here at this time as the judge, that He did not come at this time to reject, condemn or pass sentence on the world but that salvation would be offered to whoever would come to Him and find safety in Him. Under the law, apart from Jesus as Savior and Lord, there is only condemnation and judgment both here and in the end of the world when all will stand before God to give an answer for their time on planet earth.

Salvation in Jesus is so simple that a little child can believe and receive it. It is simple…unless you believe “The Lie”.

The wind cannot be proven, but its effect can be seen. Electricity cannot be proven, but its effect is known. Love cannot be proven, but its effect can be seen and known.

What is the lie? “There is no God, you cannot prove it.” You have set yourself up as god; your mind is judge and jury. You came into this world tainted with the sin of Adam, created with a God-size vacuum inside your spirit and only He can fill that place and bring you the peace and joy you need. Throughout your life without God, you will try to fill that void with many things, none of which will bring you satisfaction. In the end, all will become “ashes in your mouth”.

Many think that money will make them happy or power or fame, only to find that they are empty when they come to the end. At the end of yourself, you will die as all men do whether you are “rich and increased with goods” or “poor as a church mouse”, whether you have accumulated all that the world holds dear or you die in defeat, the end is the same and the destination is the same for a man or woman without God. Destination: Hell.

It is written:

“God so greatly loved and dearly prized the world that He [even] gave up His only begotten (unique) Son, so that whoever believes in (trusts in, clings to, relies on) Him shall not perish (come to destruction, be lost) but have eternal (everlasting) life.” John 3:16

It has been said, “There is a Heaven to gain and a Hell to shun.” I don’t know the source.

It is written:

“I have been young and now am old, yet have I not seen the [uncompromisingly] righteous forsaken or their seed begging bread.” Psalm 37:23

God promises that His children will be with Him forever, never to know separation again. If that were all there was, it would be enough; but the Kingdom of God offers so much more than salvation. The favor of our Father, the blessing of peace, relief from the burden of sin and the joy that comes from knowing you can walk free, healed of the sin sickness you endured and suffered from for so long. There is angelic protection that we are given and the provision of God’s promises for a myriad of things that we face every day. Beyond this:

It is written:

“Eye has not seen nor ear heard, neither has it entered into the heart of man what God has prepared for those that love Him.” I Corinthians 2:9

God is not a god who is far off, one that we humans must placate because he is angry with us every day; or a god who requires us to jump through hoops so that we can satisfy his unjust requirements, or his unreasonable manipulations. He is a God of love, who is ever near to those He loves, those who have chosen to be His. His smile and favor are upon those He loves. He loved us first and we respond to that love.  He gave all and we give all to Him. We are blessed to be His now and through all eternity. There is no one like Him.  He is worthy to receive all praise and honor.

There will come a time when King Jesus will show up on planet earth and those who thought that He was dead, those who rebelled against Him, rejected Him and thought He did not exist, will, in fact, know that He is, has always been and always will be. Jesus will once again come to planet earth, but when He comes again it will not be as the suffering servant but as the ruling King. He will set up His kingdom on earth and His will is going to be done here as it has been done in Heaven. Most people do not understand Kingdom. You can buy, and I recommend, books by Myles Munroe about the Kingdom of God at Amazon online or at Barnes and Noble. Some Christian bookstores may carry them also.

It is written:

That at the name of Jesus every knee will bow of those who are in heaven and on earth and under the earth.” Philippians 2:10

“A man with an experience is never at the mercy of a man with an argument.”

I have been born of the Spirit of God for 63 years. I have multitudes of experiences with God. You can not talk me out of, or reason me out of what I know by experience. However, I do not rely solely upon my experience, for the enemy of my soul does his best to make it appear as though God does not care for me, that He is not there when I need Him.

In those times I lift the eyes of my heart to God my Father, I purpose to believe what I know is true. Jesus is my Lord, I am yielded to His authority and I believe He will do what He said He would do. Holy Spirit comforts me and I know that truth will ultimately prevail, it always has and it always will.

There is continual war between the Kingdom of Light and the kingdom of darkness. Humans are what the fight is all about. I face each day knowing that there is a battle going on for my soul, and the souls of those I love. That is why I pray. That is why I put the Word of God, the promises of God in my mouth, decreeing and declaring them. Firstly, so I can hear it and secondly so the enemy can hear my faith. God sees my heart, has a perfect time for everything and moves accordingly. I trust Him and I rest in His love!

God loves His children and all humans are children of God, His creation. Not all are in His family however, because that is by choice. Those who are not in covenant relationship with God through the new birth, through Jesus blood, are subject to the whims of the enemy of God whom they serve, whether they know or would admit it or not. Some of these prosper and seem to be beyond anything that most face and others always seem to be “behind the eight ball”.

I stay my soul upon the written Word of God, I trust in, lean on and rely upon Jesus the Living Word of God, and I experience Him every day of my life.

It is written:

Ephesians 3:14-21 (NAB)
“For this reason I kneel before the Father, from whom every family in heaven and on earth is named, that he may grant you in accord with the riches of his glory to be strengthened with power through his Spirit in the inner self, and that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith; that you, rooted and grounded in love, may have strength to comprehend with all the holy ones what is the breadth and length and height and depth, and to know the love of Christ that surpasses knowledge, so that you may be filled with all the fullness of God. Now to him who is able to accomplish far more than all we ask or imagine, by the power at work within us, to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus to all generations, forever and ever. Amen.”

I would suggest to you that your very existence proves the love of God.  You are here because God has a plan and a purpose for your life. I pray that God will keep you as you seek to find your way in life. May you find Him finding you.

Without God a man is without direction and must make his own way in a hostile world.  If you stand at the “fork in the road”, and you must choose which way to go, choose the way of  a wise man and not the way of a fool.  When you stand before God, the righteous judge, and you will, you will be glad that you chose wisdom over foolishness.

My prayers go to Him for you’ because He cares, I care.

Joy