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VISION 2020: Fisted vs Open

If you haven’t figured out by now to hit your knees and begin to pray for our country, you need to open your spiritual eyes and ears.

“Be alert and of sober mind. Your enemy the devil prowls around like a roaring lion looking for someone to devour. Resist him, standing firm in the faith, because you know that the family of believers throughout the world is undergoing the same kind of sufferings.” 1 Peter 5:8-9

This is not a just a physical war.
It is not about flags, statues or new names or even the destruction of landmarks. Those are only the outward manifestations of the heart.
It is about spiritual warfare. The inward manifestations that destroy the soul.
It is evilness versus righteousness.
It is birth pangs.
It is decision time that gives birth to choice.

Raise the fisted hand in rebellion on an earthly tower – – – or raise an open hand in His garden?

It started with my generation. Sorry. I screwed up. We screwed up. My father and mother both tried to tell me. Others also warned and were killed for their efforts. While the best of our generation were over seas fighting an enemy and getting spat upon when they came home, some of us sat in brick and mortar buildings and knew. Deep in our souls, we were sick to our stomachs and knew we were seeing the hazy face of evil.

Evil that was no longer hiding behind the curtain but only a thin veil.

We watched strong, wise, non-violent leaders murdered. We watched protests, and while we did not join them, we did not stand against them either.
It was the Age of Aquarius.
It was the Summer of Love.
It was the “Don’t trust anyone over 30!” generation.
Drop some acid. Head bangers’ psychedelic haze swirling round and round and round.
The Harrad Experiment.
The challenge to the rock of righteousness that had – even though flawed as all human endeavors are – protected our feet from the serpent’s bite.

Many Pied Pipers continually asking a simple question. “Did God really say, ‘You must not eat from any tree in the garden’?” Gen 3:1b

And the beat went on.

“The weapons we fight with are not the weapons of the world. On the contrary, they have divine power to demolish strongholds. We demolish arguments and every pretension that sets itself up against the knowledge of God, and we take captive every thought to make it obedient to Christ.” 2 Cor 10:4-5

We listened to the protest leaders in the 70’s at the end of that time of violence as they basically said they wouldn’t go away. They would go into our strongholds. They would demolish our rock of ages’s morality. They would whisper their question over and over and over until they wore us down. For they were sure we would reach for the apple they offered just as so many others before us.

They were right.

It was an age old story. Repeating because we do not learn from history very well – even though He gave a Book of Life to guide us. We still reach for that apple. What can I say? It is easier. Who wants to chose warring existence when we can chose a peaceful one instead?

But – – –

There are time when we are required to find our knees.
Repent that we ate the apple.
Pray to Our Father that loves us with such Grace and Mercy that He helps us stand.
Stand on our sacred honor.
Stand as we put on His armor.
Stand in prayer as He taught us to pray when He stood among us.
Stand in prayer with open hands raised to the Father.
Stand in prayer with open hands raised to the Pied Pipers who offered all those apples – just in case they need a hand to stand with us.
Stand with His cloud before us, among us, behind us as we learn from our mistakes and walk forward on the dry rock bed that He has provided for our feet.

“Finally, be strong in the Lord and in his mighty power. Put on the full armor of God, so that you can take your stand against the devil’s schemes.” Ep 6:10-11

Humans are flawed beings. If we’re lucky we do some things that are great. Things that will be remembered by those who love us and by Our Father who is righteous in Light, Love, Mercy and Grace.

December 23, 1776
THESE are the times that try men’s souls. The summer soldier and the sunshine patriot will, in this crisis, shrink from the service of their country; but he that stands by it now, deserves the love and thanks of man and woman.” Thomas Paine

We can not be summer soldiers or sunshine patriots anymore. It is time to stand as Thomas Paine and all the other Founding Fathers did.
Stand on our sacred honor.
Stand in righteousness.
Stand as we open our rebellious hands.

For who knows? Perhaps we were created for such a time as this. (Esther)ap 8 2020 e [personal image]

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RATIONS 100 DAYS! #50

We are half-way through this little booklet of Rations. Hard to believe it has passed so quickly. The booklet is getting a little more beat up as the journey continues. Opening easily now to the last page I read, its binding is jut as solid as it was in 1945 when my father received it and carried it to China.
The evil that took my dad to the other side of the globe continues to shake the world today. Many men and women sacrifice their own lives and desires to travel half way around the world. Others sacrifice their own lives and desires to serve in their own cities and towns. Fighting evil is a constant in our world – everywhere. But just like then, God’s promises continue to shine, lighting a road where there was no road, and reminding us that although evil seems to be rampant and undeniably strong, He is greater.
Almost a month ago, I discovered the prayer of Jehoshaphat in 2 Chronicles. ‘Jehoshaphat was afraid.’ As I read more deeply those OT stories, the more I appreciate the humanness of each one. They were like us. They were afraid of the evil and struggling to understand this “God of Abraham”. Jehoshaphat called for a day of prayer and fasting throughout all of Judah. His people came from far and wide to join him as he prayed: “For we have no power to face this vast army that is attacking us. We do not know what to do, but our eyes are on you.”~2 Chronicles 20:12.
In America during every time of war, there have always been calls by people of faith for fasting and prayers. In 1942 it was called America’s Prayer Minute. Today it continues under various leaderships. People of faith remind us that Christ and His Father hear and rejoice when we open the door to Them. What miracles await when we humble ourselves and seek Their face.
1942 Daily Ration:
Read: Matthew 12:31-37
‘The good man out of his good treasure bringeth forth good things; and the evil an out of his evil treasure bringeth forth evil things.’~Matthew 12:35
“Not one of us can for very long keep a mask of piety and good will over the abundance of impiety and ill will within us. The minute we are off guard our mask falls off and there we stand naked.
“All of us have had the experience of realizing that on this or that occasion we have let down our guard and have been seen or heard for what we really are. We have known them, too, that the pity of it all is that we should have ever had the need of the mask in the first place, or that we could ever have imagined that in having the mask we could be a genuine friend, brother, or father.
“Christ’s coming into the world meant that a new note was struck in the life of mankind. He came and met mankind in order that we might all have the ‘Kingdom Heart’.

Prayer: ‘Create in me a clean heart, O God; and renew a right spirit within e. Cast me not away from they presence; and take not thy holy spirit from me. Restore unto me the joy of thy salvation; and uphold e with thy free spirit.’ Amen. “

BLESSING TRIAD #13-15

12227650_10153846624651320_8539315362822057837_nThe Thirteenth Blessing

The Lord said, “What have you done? Listen! Your brother’s blood cries out to me from the ground.” Gen 4:10

Today, November 13, 2015, and I – I am thankful. Thankful that I have read the last page of the WORD. Thankful that Our Father sees and weeps over Paris tonight. Thankful that Chirst walked this same terror-filled path to bruise the head of the evil one.
While the cloak of darkness swirls around this foreign city whose streets I walked long ago. Parisians huddle in their homes. Borders closed. Travel curtailed. Lights darkened. A state of emergency declared

Submerged shadows silhouetted within sadness, suspicion, sorrow, stigma’s scars.

The good news?

Submerged shadows always surrender to sacred sword of salvation held within Son’s light.

12193871_1654218544836987_7021168084671431001_nAll they need to do is remember. Remember to seek the Son’s Light. Remember to throw open the church doors and get down on their knees. Afterall, this is the home to many people who have read the end of Our Father’s book as well. They know that the outcome of a battle is not the outcome of the war.This is the home of the French Resistance where cells of strong liberty loving men and women changed the course of WWII with their resilience and strength of conviction. They stood on the Rock, and hopefully, will do so again.

Tonight I have added the people of Paris and France to my ever growing list as I watch the Son’s Light grow.The Light Who doesn’t wait for morning to come. The Light that shows the ugliness of evil and lights the way back to the Garden. I am praying they remember to seek the Son’s Light as they go forward in the next few days.
Blessings!Be!

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No matter how black, dirty, shameful, or terrible our sin, God will forgive. We may be at the very gate of Hell itself, but He will be reaching out in everlasting love.” Rev. Billy Graham p 95 “Where I Am”

Today has been a thoughtful day – a prayful day. As shocking as it is to see the statistics or images of Paris flashing across our screens, my mind kept returning to the attacks that have been going on in Israel, the downing of a Russian plane, or the bombings in Lebanon – not to mention all the murders that have been happening daily in our own country. Ever look at the stats of murdered people in the USA on a daily basis?

I changed my cover and profile pictures away from France because this is not about one country. It is about our world. A world lost and spinning erratically – morally – truthfully – spiritually.

Last night, before I heard the news of Paris, I pulled out my battery operated window candles. I love them because they automatically come on at dusk and turn off at dawn. I put these up about this time every Christmas. Their flickering lights welcome me home on those rare nights I am coming home after dark. Usually their small light is enough to keep me happy until I finally get to decorate for Christmas (yea).

This morning, however, it was not enough. Putting on my coat and shoes, I dug through the piles of boxes in our now over-stuffed-getting-ready-to-move shed until I found the box I needed. Gently, I pulled the Millennial Creche out of its hiding place. It is the last nativity set my mother bought for me right before Y2K. We had this thing of giving each other nativity sets. I gave her a small white plastic set my first year of teaching. She brought me a set of olive wood ones from Israel. One year, the kids and I gave her one that we had hand-painted from plaster casts. When she gave me the Y2K creche by the Roman company, it became the special one because it was her last gift to me.

Today, I needed to see the visual of that promise – a promise made so long ago – a promise of mercy and salvation.

Flag_of_Israel.svgOur world needs that promise more than ever. We have watched our world become smaller and smaller. Talk of global businesses, currency, governments float through our consciousness without much thought. Last night the talk was of global murder. Flag_of_Lebanon.svgDepending on the media presentation – some terror attacks we hear little-to-nothing about – others attacks are all over mainstay media and social media. How many FB profiles do you see that are the blue/white Star of David or the red/white Fir tree flags (I could have mentioned Russia’s flag but it is the same as France but with horizontal strips instead)?

Today, November 14, 2015, I am thankful for the creche that sits in my cabinet. Itmillenial creche 2015 reminds me of Our Father’s promise, and our world needs to remember the promise born in a tiny manger long ago. Our world needs to remember that no matter how ugly we act or how warped our thinking may be, Our Father has already shown us a path that will lead us back to the Garden. He gave us His own Son’s Light to guide us on our journey. He waits for us to remember our promises.

“Let the wicked forsake his way, and the unrighteous man his thoughts: and let him return unto the LORD, and he will have mercy upon him; and to our God, for he will abundantly pardon.”~Is 55:7

The Fifteenth Blessing

November 15, 2015, I am THANKFUL. Thankfut for God’s blessings too numerable to mention. Thankful for Our Father’s unending promises. Thankful that prayer gives me a chance to talk with Him. Thankful for His holy day of rest. Thankful for His Son’s sacrifice and resurrection. Thankful for the Holy Spirit’s discerning voice in my life.

And ——–

thankful that that I found this video –

OKAY –

Are you ready?

NEWSIES fans – here we go. I’m still smilin’ and am ready to listen to it again. Hmmmm…I really, really miss singing acapella – although I still like mixed voices best. After the past couple of days, we do need to “Seize the Day”.

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MADE WHOLE

10710988_850041038382025_4419352023986082599_nCracked.
Fragmented.
Torn.
Shards.
Tarnished.

Pieces with jagged edges that no longer fit together .

Unbelievably, we sometimes forget how broken we are. We are that good at wearing masks – donning the armor. We argue that life happens. That we can just “suck” it up. Stike the brave warrior pose – march forward into battle once again. Worse things happen every day to other people.

Crucifixions.
Beheadings.
Torture.

Ugliness exists on our small mudball called Terra. There are many victims. Humans. Animals. Our World.

“Restore us, LORD God Almighty;
make your face shine on us,
that we may be saved.” Ps 80:19

The good news is that there is Someone who will hug us so tightly that all the broken pieces are miraculously re-created as one.

Not glued.
Not pieced together in slapstack fashion

But made whole. Perfect. Without seams.

No scars.
No blemishes.
No missing pieces.

When Moshe climbed Mt. Sinai and returned to his people, he found them worshipping a golden calf. His humaness rose angrily, and he threw the tablets so that they broke upon the sin in front of him. Later, he returned to the mountain and brought down new tablets. However…the wisdom of Jehovah-Jireh prevailed. He had always had a plan. He knew exactly what was needed to return His children to their envisioned wholness.

Before the tablet shattered.
Before righteous confronted evil.
Before a third of the angels fell.
Before the Garden was locked.

When this stronghold of evil was demolished…after the anger subsided…after the tears of remorse, Moshe laid the broken pieces together with the new tablets. Brokenness and wholeness coesxisting – side-by-side – in the heart of the most holy spot on earth – The Ark of the Covenant. The Ark of the Promise.

“And I will give you shepherds according to my heart, which shall feed you with knowledge and understanding.” Jer 3:15

We weren’t created to be broken – in body – in spirit – in mind. We were created whole. Slowly, over the years a guide book was assembled to remind the people.

Not linear.
Not historical.
Not temporal.

Eternal.
Reminder.
Guide.

Godly leaders arose to remind the people how far they had come. A shepherdess carrying water to thirsty sheep. A young shepherd protecting his sheep with a three small stones. A 30 year old shepherd that sought His lost sheep, cradled them in his arms and healed their brokeness.

“Amen, I say to you, no one who will not receive the Kingdom of God like a child will enter it.” And he took them up in his arms and he laid his hand upon them and he blessed them.” Mark 10:15-16

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Those Who Are Choosen – Terra

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litter lining notes

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scattered noise

 

voices echoed

gathered gems strung

together

harmony

 

until Conductor lifts hands…

cascading coloratura shading,

adagio building

to allegro

 

Melodious movements

uniting symphonic patterns

creation merging

into terra firma. 

 

Terra had been here long before the people or the animals or even before the single-cell amoeba that would eventually float beneath a moon-lit, akianestarry sky.  Thus a habitat was designed.  Separated from the water, the land, with all its cracks, crevices, up-lifted, jagged tips and rich treasures, waited and thrummed with the ancient harmonies that had created it.  It remembered, deep within its eternal matter, the first day when a ball of fire had risen over the horizon, warming its crust and drying the edges that were soon lapped by water’s sweet kiss; for what is one without the other?  Together, they formed Terra, a small body floating within the Hand of the universe.  Terra trembled and rejoiced at the life that filled her small body.

And Goodness reigned.

Notes tumbled over the surface and soon fields of sweet smelling mosses and grasses bloomed upon her surface.  The land shook with pleasure as repeated chords spread, settling their roots deep into her uncultivated soil.  Mother earth had given birth to first child.  And, as if overnight, taller bushes and trees emerged as well, sinking their deeper roots and binding the heavier vegetation to the land.  Beneath the surface of the water, the unending harmonies continued to swirl.  New life drifted with the currents or planted shallower roots into its loosely packed bottom, a new movement within Creation’s symphony.  Sparkling notes of color splashed across the surface of the land or under the shallow water, and newly formed flowers lifted their heads for the sun’s blessing and mingled their fragrances with all the others that swirled in the dance of creation. Ripeness filled the space, surrounding the land.

And Goodness reigned.

Terra shifted again, shrugging its shoulders within its ever-changing center.  She shivered in anticipation as she felt the Conductor’s hand stir the breezes over her well-formed face.  Small tiny creatures broke the surface of the waters while others crept from beneath the towering trees.  Sniffing the air, sniffing each other, they breathed in the scent of Terra, and imprinted it upon the life that coursed through their newly formed bodies. Terra breathed them in as well.  Another movement in the symphony of life had been completed, and the harmonies rose into the heavens and spread the joy beyond the stars and into the very reaches of its beginnings.  Beneficial changes enriched the land and the water, while ripeness filled the space surrounding the land.

And Goodness reigned.

Routine and peace were established upon the land.  But as in all physical things, adjustments continued to occur.  Stones settled. Laws of gravity pulled.  The land breathed in deeply, spewing liquid to form new domains. Stretching, it settled the rumblings in her belly for a time.  The search_for_truth-300x225water responded as well, reaching high into the sky, to reclaim some of the land and bring new richness to her own life as it cut  new in-roads through brother land’s formations.  Hugging each other, the siblings blended together, finding new harmonies in their changing forms. The symphony continued while Terra vibrated, and the creatures frolicked.  It was a new blessing to all that was upon the land. A beneficial movement that enriched the nubile siblings called land and water, while ripeness filled the space surrounding.

And Goodness reigned.

Time stood still and the land held her collective breath, waiting to see what the melody would bring forth next.  Harmonies took on new power, as the notes deepened.  Terra’s core hummed in resonance to the new movement that covered the whole with its powerful cadences. The water’s harmonics reverberated each note on a higher level.  Taking a little of each, molding small particles of the water and land into a new shape, the Conductor’s voice spoke once again.  The Instruments hushed their sound, and Terra shook with pleasure.  Breathing notes deep into the new shapes, the Conductor and His instruments sang a new note, while Terra and her inhabitants watched the new beings open their eyes for the very first time. But the Conductor was not done.  Sons of Gods could not be alone, so he spoke again.  The instruments rested.  Long of limb and bright of eye, the Sons and Daughters of God, side-by-side, stood, their hands locked together as they absorbed the harmonies deep into themselves and gazed upon their new habitat.

And Goodness reigned.

But some of the instruments stopped their notes.  They looked upon the new beings and shuddered.  They cried dissonant notes upon the land in their anger.  Free will?  Sentient beings?  Eternal life?  Like them?  They threw down their instruments and walked away from the concert.  Chords broke apart as lines were drawn.  Sides chosen.  Rebellious words spoken.   Swords rose.  War waged.  Siblings fought siblings.  Abysses created.  Peace shattered.  Evil emerged.  Terra rocked upon its axis while dissonance resounded against the land’s features.  The water turned dark with dread, rocked back and forth, back and forth, as tears formed white caps upon its crests. The land wept as evil swept across its surface.  Sons of God wept. Sons of Man raised their fists.

And for many, many generations…Goodness did not reign.

 

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But about that day or hour no one knows, not even the angels in heaven, nor the Son,  but only the Father. As it was in the days of Noah, so it will be at the coming of the Son of Man. For in the days before the flood, people were eating and drinking, marrying and giving in marriage, up to the day Noah entered the ark;  and they knew nothing about what would happen until the flood came and took  them all away. That is how it will be at the coming of the Son of Man. Two men will be in the field; one will be taken and the other left. Two women will be grinding with a hand mill; one will be taken and the other left.”  Matt 24:36-41

 

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Remain Calm

Yesterday, when I was putting thoughts to paper, I used a quote from one of my favorite movies.  In fact, I used this movie in the classroom every year.  The boys would groan (at first); the girls would fall in love with Jack; and Disney would profit because most of them ran out to buy the movie so they could watch it again.  Tonight was a Newsies type of night.

Davie:  “Alright — everyone remain calm.”  

I watch the news, and I can hear Davie’s words in my head.  I wish I could follow his advice, but my heart hurts.  My friend sends me an e-mail that he got from one of his friends in Iraq asking for prayer.  The UN has fled the area.  ISIS is just outside the gates, but the Christian Relief group is staying – trying to comfort the fearful and encourage their faith in this desperate time.   Jews in France being attacked, threatened and a few…killed.  People of all faiths in Ukraine are fleeing.  Jews in Israel being told the missiles are pointing toward Tel Aviv once again.  I guess that means the cease fire will be over tomorrow.  Evil is a foot – big time.

“Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid or terrified because of them, for the LORD your God goes with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you.”  Deut 31:6

We tend to shy away from that ancient term:  evil.  Even the church doesn’t mention it much anymore.  You can feel the uneasiness swirl around you if you happen to say it aloud.   evil.  The Bible mentions it often, but these days…it offends us.  It isn’t logical the knowledgeable argue.  Bad things happen, but that is because of up-bringing, societal pressures, environment, abuse……  You’ve heard them all, I’m sure.  An educated laugh and the joke is on us.   Like the sheep we are, we have fallen into line silently behind them.  Avoiding the messiness of debate that might hurt someone’s feelings; enjoying the quiet of our neighborhood where sirens don’t pierce our evening meal; the easy routines not being interrupted by a terrible sword slicing them to shreds; reading, T.V. shows, a night at the bar, playing our games on the computer, tomorrow’s lesson plans, cuddling our children, facebooking, twittering…

“For certain individuals whose condemnation was written about long ago have secretly slipped in among you. They are ungodly people, who pervert the grace of our God into a license for immorality and deny Jesus Christ our only Sovereign and Lord.”  Jude 1:4 

Did you ever notice and wonder about the little things?  ISIS is spelled the same name as the Egyptian goddess from Roman times.  Russia is no longer a sleeping bear.  China is being awfully quiet.  The second blood moon is coming soon (Oct 8th) on the Jewish holiday of Sukkot (the harvest festival…hmmmm…). Prayer is making a resurgence into our vocabulary.  Miracle stories are being recounted over and over by the people under attack.

And the Lord said, “Listen to what the unjust judge says. And will not God bring about justice for his chosen ones, who cry out to him day and night? Will he keep putting them off? I tell you, he will see that they get justice, and quickly. However, when the Son of Man comes, will he find faith on the earth?” Lk 18:7-8 

Tonight as I kneel by my bed, I think my prayers will be tossing and turning like the waves of that Galilean sea that our LORD walked across so long ago.  I will pray for my husband, my children and grandchildren; my extended family of relatives and students; those grieving; a baby being born; a brave soul enduring yet another surgery in the battle with a super bug infection; my troubled nation, my brothers and sisters in Christ/the Jewish nation at large, and finally, I will ruminate on that last sentence in Luke:  “However, when the Son of Man comes, will he find faith on the earth?”  Then I will lie down and sleep because: “I know that my redeemer liveth.”  Job 19:25

Hopefully, when Christ does return, He will find faith upon the earth.  It is my prayer that He will find it in me and others who are stumbling along this same path.  My life has been blessed with music from the day I was conceived and could listen to my mom and dad sing to me (mom used to say they sang to me even before I was born).  It is where I turn when my mind is troubled, and I need comfort.  Newsies or The Messiah or lullabies sung by the angels around me; I am singing my prayers tonight for His mercy and grace, and hope that your songs will add harmony to mine.