A Letter


“Dear” demons:

I write this letter so that others will know you are still around.  Your buddies have done a pretty good job of convincing people that you don’t exist.  So I think it’s only fitting that I should send out notice.

Sometimes it takes me awhile, but I always seem to figure out whose vile thoughts plague my mind.  It’s you.

I know you can’t manipulate me.  You can only whisper sweet nothings to the wickedness that’s already in me.  That gives me some joy.  It’s good to know that you can’t do anything to me unless I agree.  And it’s good to know that you only play on the parts of me that have nothing to do with my Lord Jesus.

You are wicked beyond the human imagination.  And apparently you have no ability to bring pleasure to yourself.  Frankly, you’re nothing more than a vicarious vulture, just waiting for the desire for God to languish.

All this is fine.  The Living God has made contingency for you and for me.  It’s good to remind us that he is Hope in Jesus.  And somehow it makes me feel better to remind you that your end is destruction.

Have a hopeless day.

Sincerely, Me.

Beginning of the End


Think hard about the following.

Right now I don’t care what the theologian says.  Right now I perceive far beyond my perception.  I write this for my sake (whatever the years may bring).  If it is at all useful to others may the Lord bless as his wisdom dictates.
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It began as a joke; a singular break with eternal love.  A demeaning of another’s position; that which was given to every creature according to the wisdom of God for the fullness of life.  Laughter filled the air in a certain place.  Perhaps, even the one that was demeaned saw the humor for a moment.  But division was born.

A small distortion of truth began the dissension of unity.  A lie gave birth to death.  And didn’t death give birth to laughter?

Who did this?  Didn’t Jesus tell us?  “. . .He is the father of lies.”  Eventually 1/3 followed him.

Do you want to see his handiwork?  Take a good look at humanity.  See how prejudice rules with an iron fist.  See how ridicule is so dearly beloved.  Sarcasm is a breastplate of shining jewels, and how proud is the one who weilds it with a deft mind. [Don Rickles the king of demeaning]

Color, culture, history, ability, social position, economic status, political affiliation, nationality, and doesn’t the list seems endless.  Love does not do these things.

We laugh at one another’s faults because every man is full to overflowing with them.  But how quickly the laughter turns to murder.

BEGINNING OF ETERNITY

See how “the ones” go back to the things of a baby.

See how the colors of red and blue are new.

See how innocence begins to develop.

Because they heard the whisper from You.

Discord dissipates.

Acceptance is embraced.

And how the faithful hateful lie,

Is by Love replaced.

13 Jesus answered, “Everyone who drinks this water will be thirsty again, 14 but whoever drinks the water I give them will never thirst. Indeed, the water I give them will become in them a spring of water welling up to eternal life.” (John 4)

By His grace;
By His grace,
By His grace!

What Hour Has Come?


The bugs and worms celebrate as the crop of Man fails.  No longer is there a mass trampling of the field of faith.  Food is promised plentiful, as the creatures of the ground applaud.

There is a vast drought of will across the land.  Who fills his bucket with living water to carry out his duty?  Who provides bounty for the Lord?  Where is faith?

Man has forsaken his duty to farm his soul for God.  He uses what water is left for the beautification of his body and the disposal of his waste. 

Where is the sacrifice of labor?  Where is the earnest heart in prayer?  With all the accomplishments of man, the garden of God goes unattended.

A great proliferation of imaginary religions prospers across the world.  There is celebration among the demons, for so many lend their bodies to their use. 

Understanding wanes near death.  Attention to the Holy Word is nearly obsolete.  Willingness to listen is replaced by a love of deafness.  The transformation of man is almost complete.

666, perfectly man without God.

The spiral to hell is in full swing.  The plummet is now irreversible.  As if in slow motion, the mouth of hell opens wide.  Insatiable, the appetite of destruction welcomes a great banquet.

How long oh Lord?  How much longer will you tarry?  How much more patience does your Holy will require?  How long before what restrains is taken out of the way?  How long before the point of no return is passed, irreparably?

When the Son of man returns will he find “The Faith” on this earth?

By His Grace

Peace?


Let it be known, especially to my own flesh, I don’t want peace.  Everyone is speaking “Peace, Peace”!  Haven’t I learned, yes I have, that where the people gather to celebrate, an abhorrent sound of unholy desire is heard.

I want war.  I want to be embroiled in the war against wickedness within me.  I want to bring the smell of battle to every person I meet.  I want to enter the Holy War which stood active and vibrant when the Holy Son of God walked among us.

I don’t want to forget the demons that plague this unholy world’s unholy people.  I don’t want to turn my eyes from the tragedy of neglect, brought on by a useless people.  I don’t want to miss a whisper of hatred the world seethes toward the Living God’s Holy Son.

Let all this propel me into the place He desires.  Let the Holy Wisdom of God set me ablaze with understanding, according to His Holy Will and purpose.  Let the hatred of this place besiege me.  Let this excellence in desire cover me; let it not be a momentary lapse, as if a restraint.  But let me fall into the slice between heaven and earth that is called “ascending”.

I DON’T WANT PEACE!  I WANT GLORY FOR THE SON OF THE LIVING GOD!

The Three Visions


To Christians:

I want to share with you three items of vision that came to me.  But please bear with me in the following word of caution.

I do not share these things to add to my glory or your plight.  In my estimation, these things are useful to all my brothers.  But they should not be allowed to become a source of superstition.  I know the proclivity of man to misuse everything that comes into his hands.

I had three instances of vision the other night.

As I lay down to sleep, I heard my name called out plainly.  If I were not accustom to spiritual things, I would have thought someone called to me outside my truck.  It was that clear.  Not to mention, that the sound came into my right ear, which was laying on the pillow.

As quickly as my mind could process the hearing of it, I asked out loud, “Who calls me?”  There was no answer.

So I lay waiting for what would come next.  I knew it was not the Lord.  So I waited.

I did not need to wait long.  With my eyes shut, I was startled to see a creature, just a little ways off from me.  He stood behind some darkened trees.  The trees were silhouetted against a darkened, yet glowing, horizon.  And the creature stood just on the other side of the trees.

He was white.  He glowed slightly.  But his glow was not like a light.  He was a magnificent creature.  He had no hair.  But his build did not lack for it.  He was seamlessly built.  He had no clothing.  Yet there was a series of shining rings on his chest.  The rings overlapped.  I thought to myself that the rings were golden.  But in the light provided, I could not be sure.  His body was smooth like white plastic.  His arm, which I could see, was not built like a man’s.  For it had more bulges than the muscles of a man.  (I do not think he was satan.  But what can I say I know.)

He was looking at me intently.  Yet he said nothing.  Soon, he moved to his left, behind the trees, and out of view.  Next, I saw him again, moving past me, near and quickly from right to left.  Yet he did not look at me as he passed.

In all this, I remember first feeling some fear.  But I heard the Lord’s voice say, “Be at peace”.  So I just lay and observed.  He did not come to do harm.  He came to intimidate me.

The next vision came rather quickly behind the second.  I saw two men approaching me down a city sidewalk.  Again, it was night.  The first, I can recall rather vividly.  His face was the color of flesh.  His face was well proportioned, according to a man.  He had a line of beard that traced the underside of his jaw.  But it was cut short.  His jacket was black, and in the fashion of a Nehru jacket.  The collar stood up, quite high, and was embroidered with a golden symbol of curves which interlaced one another, and apparently went all the way around the collar.

The one behind the first was but as a shadow man.  He had the form of a man with a hooded and overly large jacket covering his form.  He followed the first.  And I could not see his face.

They approached without words.  But I could see the eyes of the first intently looking at me.  Again, a startle came over me.  But I remembered the words, “be at peace”.  I simply watched them to see what would happen.

As they drew near, the first turned his face quickly and sharply to the right.  And without a word, they both followed the point of his face and passed me by.

I asked the Lord, when all this had passed, “Who are these?”  His answer opened my mind to an awareness I had not had before.  “They are those who desire to have you.”

I have written these visions, the hearing of my name, the white figure in the trees, and the two who passed me by, so that my brothers might know they are also being watched.

Too often we get caught up in the things of this world.  We think we war against many things that are not of the spiritual realm.  But this series of visions have caused me to be more wary of my soul’s intent.  It has “awaken” me more than ever before.  I pray that it adds to your understanding.  I pray it gives you an uplifted awareness.

Be made aware, again.  We share this creation with other creatures.  But do not fear them.  Simply add to your awareness.  We have been set free for the Holy will of the Christ of God.  He will not lose one of those the Holy Father has placed into his Holy hands.  So be put, as was I, at peace.  But heighten your devotion to the Holy Lord who has purchased us all with His Holy Blood.

Be a Willing Disappointment


The letter to the Hebrews, in the New Testament, tells us that we are surrounded by a great cloud of witnesses.  Because of the context, we often associate that great crowd with humanity.

Though it is true that no man lives in complete isolation from his brother, it is also true that the great cloud of witnesses comprises far more than the men who live on this planet.

There will be testimony in eternity for what we have done.  The Angels witness our actions.  The Trinity is personally witness to every single detail.  And let us not forget the enemy.  Even the demons notice.

Doing what is right is often a severe irritation to humanity.  But those we irritate here, are considerably few, in comparison to those who will witness the totality of our life.

Let us therefore consider the majority.  If we need a provocation to do what is right, let us live a life of innocent irritation.  When they cuss and yell and scream and squirm, let us not understand the reason why.  Let us set our focus on the majority of witnesses.

And if you need further provocation to do what is right, let us mention the one who has irritated us. 

As we love doing what is right, we are not tempted to do what is wrong.  And if we cannot be tempted or averted from our love, we may be sure we are irritating the one who has irritated us.  Fine, let us be a willing disappointment!

By His Grace