Through The Fire

An encouragement Where have all the gods gone? Their locked inside my mind, awaiting their death penalty. And so I grasp the prison bars in contempt of my own pride, asking the executioner for assistance. The heavy weighted Man comes over to my cage, and I ask him the answer to the meaning of all this calamity, only to see him remove his mask, to find my face was there all along. There were no gods locked inside my mind, only a disease that caused me to believe I owned the world. I have to realize others might not be where I am, that they haven’t come to the realization that the the executioner is only their own thoughts being amped up by a chemical change, and that they are not their disease, despite the resounding resemblance between the image of the facade and who you really are. There is a hope for you out there, you don’t have to have all the answers, just know that you are cared for by a God who loves you. And the Voices, yes they are tormenting, but try to remember this: t

As far as the eye could see, there were many wooden shelves, all carved from the old oak that used to be out back in the garden. The shelves held many boxes, all made from priceless pearls. You could hear the thumping coming from each box, that of a heart beat in one’s chest.  There was an old man, disgruntled yet somehow he seemed to have been there before. He admired the wood work in the old tavern, and when he came to the boxes; he made an astonishing discovery. Opening one of them, he found a tablet with a name etched in the stone. He blew off the dust of one of the tablets, as the name inscribed started to shimmer. Words jumped off the stone saying, “My beloved son in whom I am well pleased, enter in.” The name on the tablet started to transform into a bod. In the twinkling of an eye he saw the future in his hands. (the rapture) Afraid he dropped the box and it closed. The tablet and the hologram of the rapture with the name and words spoken were drawn back inside the box, an

The year, 1942, Christmas had arrived and smoke was billowing from the chimney. John spent an evening alone. He sat alone cherishing the Christmas story, as he read the book of Matthew.   John’s eyes blue as satin, draped in a hue of awe and wonder, as he took a gander out the window pane looking at the snow covered mountain peaks. When suddenly the sun wiped it’s sweat from its brow, for its shadow appeared through the window. It was then that an angel with charcoaled eyes all over his wings appeared. Afraid and not knowing how to react, and his face filled with terror; he grasped the knob on his bed, holding it with all his might, as his body shrieked backward. The angel put up his mighty hand of valor saying, “Don’t be afraid, I have come baring good tidings.” The angel proceeded to hand a baby, wrapped in swaddling clothes into the boy’s arms. As the Christ child gazed into the paleness of John’s eyes, John saw the reflection of the world. Wars past and present could be seen f

A vow of purity A vow of purity, so much devastation on the news, and raunchy media, I want to encourage a media fast. Do what you can to keep your heart guarded from all wicked thoughts. And the things that reinforce these thoughts, such as music, television, etc. cut them out of your diet. For we are not to be of this world. We are to turn away from our sinful desires and follow Christ. A vow of repentance, we can say all we want that we are sorry, but will we really change. It will take starving our flesh, and feeding our spirits. As this fast goes on, you will become dumbfounded at how much you cut out of your life. You will find that the world has desensitized us all to it’s evil. So let’s partner with the Holy Spirit and truly live!  

When you are troubled Troubled by my circumstances, yet I find peace in knowing You. My heart is broken in many pieces, but You gather me under Your wing, like a hen protects her chicks. When I run to You I’m never alone. You place a blanket around my shivering body and warm me by the fire of Your warmth. The thickness of the blizzard has you lost, in search for home. When you’re in pain, take heart, the Lover of our soul is searching for you. He won’t stop till He finds You. You may feel like no one cares, but Jesus is wanting to embrace you, and He has been for a long time. As you lay dying in the snow, and circumstances you’ve chose have left you numb. He carries you to His cabin and lays you by a fire. God wants you unconditionally. He wants you to live! 

What is it you really want  Misery, what a concept. It loves to be fed, and without Christ it will take up residence in your soul. Contentment and Joy, the opposite of misery, both love to be fed, the only difference portrayed here is misery condemns, joy and contentment do not. Joy and Contentment are not feelings, they are characteristics of the Holy Spirit, and He does not force Himself on anyone. All He does is convict, beyond that it’s your choice to chose. So which you will feed. Will you chose the Lord? Will you decide to live? I’ve tasted of misery, it is fun for a while, as long as you are in control. It’s no longer a pleasure when you can’t even enjoy your own pity party. And when the darkness of your past haunts you, it leaves an emptiness that no human can fill. It is then that you cry out for help, yet it seems no one is there. It’s because you’ve walked away from the Lord. It is only one step back my friend, just turn around and He’ll be there to pull you out of yo

Caterpillars and Butterflies  The caterpillar an ugly creature, likened to a slug. It inches along leafy foundations. Moving at a slow pace. Like a Christian in the season of it’s winter it’s soul seems to bare no fruit. As it sheds it’s outer layer, a cocoon enshrouds the unsightly creature. Not known to the human eye, but the insect dies in this process. Before beauty comes ashes. It is the same with the Christian life, in order to attain eternal security, one must first die to their mortality. The caterpillar dies and becomes a beautiful butterfly. In order to reap the benefits of Christ your fleshly desires need to be crucified. After the Holy Spirit has rid your body of the world’s teachings, you can emerge in Christ. Like the Butterfly we have a mission to witness, to lift up other Christians, and to go into all the world to carry out His message. Do butterflies hang around caterpillars? No they live with other butterflies. Does that mean we never associate with others

The courtroom Creation moans, as the earth dies. The graves are on trial, and life’s purpose is the jury. The judge is God and the prosecutor is satan. A young man with sweat pouring from his brow sips some water and sits in the defendants chair.  God points at the defendant and calls him to the witness stand. The books are opened, and court comes to order. Satan comes to question the man, “Have you not lied to get yourself out of trouble,or have you not preached one thing to others and yet not walked the walk?” The man speechless could not deny. “On these grounds I declare this man guilty of hell, for Your Word declares, if a person breaks even one commandment you’ve broken them all. The wages of sin is death, this man must pay for his wages. He slacked in attending church, and did not spread Your message.” “Order, I must have order in my court, sit down satan. Let me question the man. First of all the wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life through Jes

Faith is not a feeling. It can’t be captured in a moment. It’s something you either have or don’t have. You either have a relationship with Christ or you do not. He places a root inside of you to battle any circumstance. That my friend is faith. It’s not goosebumps from a song, nor is it a voice like you hear when you talk to someone. In fact if you think God speaking to you in such a manner; I would test it with scripture before believing it’s message. That does not mean He does not speak that way, it only means don’t rely on that to always be the case, otherwise you might think God has abandoned you. “I will never leave you nor forsake you.” (Bible paraphrase) If you rely on feelings rather than the faith God has instilled in you, your relationship with Him will wither. Faith is all about trust, He wants you to fall into His arms, He’s awaiting to catch you, to love you with all His heart.