Category Archives: loving community

“The Kingdom of Heaven at ROSE ROCK” by Faith Living.

Coming Soon!

This is ‘slightly in the future’ fiction about a homeless father and young son – invited by an Angel to step into ROSE ROCK, a community operating in ‘heaven on earth’ dynamics of supernatural proportions.

Estimated publish date after the 1st of the year 2016!

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SET MY BROTHER FREE part II

We just finished a week-long family event at our home. Almost 30 people from several states came and enjoyed being together. It was wonderful.

And it was a trial, although not for all the obvious reasons, save for one: religion. My family was raised Pentecostal/Charismatic and we all shared similar doctrines for most our lives. Then about 2-3 years ago, I began learning new things and my doctrines began changing.

I stepped out of the lines and did things like, umm, reading outside the usual doctrinal stuff. I read “Pagan Christianity,” by Frank Viola and George Barna. This book was one of the first to rock my status quo, and then it was “Raptureless,” by Jonathan Welton. Of course, there were many other authors in the mix like Maria Maddalena de Pazzi; hers was some rather obscure but enlightening material. Continue reading SET MY BROTHER FREE part II

The Comedy of My Learning

Lots of my friends are leaving Facebook and I’ve been reading their reasons.  One concern is about intellectual property rights and whether material we post on Facebook belongs to us or them. As a writer, that leaves enough question in the air to make me uncomfortable.  Yes, I write freely for everyone to read, but that shouldn’t make it someone else’s property. Continue reading The Comedy of My Learning

DESTROYING BUTTONS

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We all have buttons we’d like to destroy because people keep pushing them. And the results are chaos and turmoil.

This happened to me recently and I recognized that I reacted the same way every time with one particular person.  The simple solution of walking away from her was not going to happen because I love her. She is family. And I want to understand what is between us.

So, I asked Jesus how to deal with this because I was beginning to fear her. I’ll call her Lisa. Lisa has a strong personality.  But Jesus told me not to go to her in this instance because the problem was not hers but mine.  The pain I felt was a button of guilt I had hidden deep inside myself years ago. I hadn’t handled life perfectly and therefore I’d caused pain to others, including Lisa.

Then I covered it over with time and activity until I’d forgotten it.  But I’d simply buried it and left a button that Lisa pushed often. I’m not sure that Lisa knows about my button, but oddly other people tend to subconsciously sense them. Maybe it’s a spiritual thing because I’m sure our spirits know a whole lot more than our conscious mind.

However, our society has created a standard of treatment for dealing with our sensitive little buttons. We confront the person who pushed it. Then we explain our sensitivity and ask them not to push that button again.

“But this is not the way to handle buttons,” Jesus said.  “This only justifies that button’s existence and gives it free reign to live and grow. My way is to destroy the button completely and set you free.”

He told me to forgive Lisa and release her from any responsibility.  Then accept her and her personality with complete, unconditional love. Wow. That felt impossible. But it didn’t turn out to be so impossible.

He took me back to the moment the button was born and told me to renounce the lie. I didn’t even know there was a lie. But sure enough, not only was there a lie, but I had accepted it and believed it.  The lie had been that I was a failure that wasn’t good enough because I had caused pain to others.

He showed me that our enemy always judges us cruelly and when we agree with his self-cursing lies it creates a button. And that button becomes the cause for more pain inside other relationships.

It wasn’t the easiest thing to Trust Jesus while He exposed those lies. But when He did, then I could see them and disagree with them. That simple act destroys buttons.

And Freedom reigns!

WE ARE THE WALLS AND THE GATES

We are the walls and the gates of the new Jerusalem which have suffered abuse, been torn down, dismantled, burned in the fire, and damaged by the battle. We have suffered and we go to each other for repairs. We have the tools to repair ourselves and each other; for healing, deliverance, encouragement, wisdom, guidance.

Father pointed out to me that HE didn’t rebuild the walls of Jerusalem – the people did it. They did it from love. They did it through unity.

Research revealed that the work was theirs and each man repaired the piece of wall which stood in front of his own home. He used his hands, his back, and his energy to fix what was broken right in front of him.

I thought of the uniqueness of each man, causing the wall to be a tapestry of men’s hands and labor.

All are equal in their labor. Each one of vital importance.

We are pieces of the Wall, Gates, and Portals. Working to repair the damage in each other, to fix what’s broken, replace what’s missing, polish what’s tarnished – not to tear down.  Our goal is to build up and make strong, able to stand as a fortress, protection for the whole, not alone, but in unity, through love. We have the tools.

The day is coming and is close at hand when we will stand and see the City complete, firm and strong, functioning in all areas, shining in the Light of God, covering the Earth with His glory.

GOD MADE US TO BE BLESSINGS

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God made me to be a Blessing; not to stop someone else’s blessing, or to dish out justice – that’s His job. He made me to be a conduit here on the earth for Him to pass out Blessing to everyone He brings into my path.

Even with enemies (because not everyone will respect or even acknowledge Blessing) He said to turn the other cheek because only Blessing flows thru me, nothing else.

Blessing is like a river flowing in only one direction. It can’t flow in opposite directions or turn around depending on the reception it receives. If there is a blockage, the river keeps flowing until the blockage is flooded and sinks to the bottom; then the river continues, flowing forward, forward, forward.

If we try to turn and flow the opposite direction because of opposition; we will push against our flow of Blessing. It becomes a chaotic, mucked up mess of frothing water. There is no peace in it. Nothing can live in it. It kills whatever gets in it by pulverizing it. This eventually purifies the water. Flowing against the current over a long period of time will cause the water to dig out the bottom of the river and also the sides. Gradually, this creates more room for the water to flow freely again.

The flow will win; however, a life of chaotic, killing froth can exist for a long time. It’s our choice.
When God uses me to bring Blessing in someone’s life and they reject it, misuse me, take advantage of me, or steal from me; I should treat it as though I hardly notice. The Blessing is flowing so strongly that I continue on and flow past the obstacle just as quickly as it appears. Even though I have continued my flow forward, the flow of Blessing from Father, just as the water in the river, will keep bombarding the obstacle until it is worn down and virtually disappears, or it gives up and flows along with the water.

This is how the Blessing of the Lord works – every time. It never fails; never.

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How can we be Christian and see only death, despair and destruction all around us? How can we?

Christ is Life, He is rebirth, and He is redemption. Have we forgotten? Do we look at a cocoon and not see the butterfly emerging? Do we panic and say “what horrible end is coming – the cocoon is dying?” Do we stare in disbelief and pray and plead with God to save the cocoon?

“Long Live the cocoon! Allegiance to the cocoon! Look at the cocoon’s glorious beginning! If only we could take the cocoon back to the beginning?”

Do we find someone to blame for the cocoon’s demise? And then disrespect and slander them mercilessly?

Can’t we see the butterfly? She will soar in the freedom of flight. She will flutter in a miraculous display of color.

Can’t we see the butterfly? She is right there, emerging from the dying cocoon.

A WORD from September 24th, 2013

And He said,

“I’ve seen your thoughts each day, wondering about your purpose and thinking your realm of responsibility is insignificant.  It’s larger than you know, and that realm is your kingdom.  I gave it to you.  But you didn’t grasp your daily responsibilities of Administering from your heavenly seat, your throne.

You saw that concept as a pretty, heavenly vision, but you didn’t comprehend the importance of your seat of Administration.  If you don’t administer your kingdom, then no one else will, and everyone inside your realm is subject to the small insidious deteriorations of life in this Earth without Heavenly overseer-ship.

Evil roams.  It doesn’t sleep.  It plants small holes of deterioration that can tear down and destroy.  New holes are planted every day.  Some are imperceptible to you except that I show you.

See!  Now you are beginning to grasp the importance of your seat.  It is one of Love.  You Administer from Love and through Love and are guided by Love.  But you must Administer.  Administer through me.   Love is me.  Love creates growth and changes every day.

Now I’m teaching you how to Administer from the seat I gave you. Sit on it every morning.  Sit inside me.  Sit and look around.  Survey the fabric of your kingdom in a new light each morning.

You cannot pray a prayer for your family, your friends, or your world once a week. Blessing them all by rote will not suffice.  Do not look at a list of prayer’s but rather ask me to see it all.  See the new growth and the new deteriorations.  See the weaknesses that will require daily work, but see them anew each day.  See the repairs and the beginnings.  Then build on them rather than rehashing yesterday’s repairs.  Don’t be lazy and rely on repetition.  It never heals or restores or loves.  And sometimes it creates a hole from its constant rubbing in the wrong place.

I’ve also been teaching you to rest.  My rest is contrary to everything you’ve been taught.  It involves joy and celebration.  It involves putting your feet up and basking in sweet music.   It resists the temptation to feel guilty for not being busy.  I’m not a busy God.   I’m extremely effective and I accomplish great feats.  You will too, as you rest.

Now rest on your seat of Administration over the kingdom I have given you.  Relax and enjoy the music and the beauty.  Smile and be full of Joy as you survey the contour of the fabric of its life.  Relish its beauty and wonder.  And notice where the hole pops up.

Ask Me to fine-tune your eyesight to see them before they create destruction.  Fix them instantly.  Don’t work over them by striving labor.  But rather hear my heart and respond to it.

Often my response is small and simple.  You will think the situation warranted much more involvement.  But Love’s eyes often heal without so much action, just a Word of Love.

This is your destiny.   This is your position in me.  This is your Inheritance.  Guard it.  Love it. Cherish it.  Keep it.  And I will give you more.

You say that you love Me.  And I know that is true because I placed it within you.

My eyes shine brightly as I watch you grow in stature and maturity.  You are walking in the path I created for you.  It is my path.  I lavished it in My Love.  Lavish those I have given you.

I kiss you my darling, my Bride.”

What Name Shall We Be Called? (a rose by any other name) or- Still a Christian After All.

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Church pews left behind, exciting conversations began to spew from my many progressive friends.  We took our faith and ran with it.  Over hill and dale as we hit the dusty trail, in our mostly peaceful exploits of freedom with Holy Spirit as our only guide.  We set many old friends on their ears spitting forth mouthfuls of dirt and explosions of panic as our journeys find no barriers or boundaries before us.

“The Word says, Thou shalt not . . .”!  These expletives rain readily while we jump fences and linger in potholes.  We enjoy the coolness of mud and the forbidden seems strangely worth investigation.  This risky business is froth with danger and uncharted territory, but our fearless abandon only expands as we hear “Fear not, I will never leave you” combined with a chuckle here and there.

What is a Christian supposed to do?  The gate stands open and we trample the fence to the ground.  All hope of restraint is useless in the boundless glee and merriment that ensues.  The sheep are loose!  And they seem to listen to only one voice; one unheard by most in earshot.  Which prompts the question “have they eaten the loco-weed or drank the Kool-Aid”?

But in a test of time, neither seems to be true.  Sanity still appears to govern their lives and relationships.

Therefore, in their daily visits and adventures, the talk continues, only the message has changed.  And it’s changing is so profound that they question their title anymore.  Are we still Christians?  Well, of course, we are.  With 43,000 denominations all over the world as varying as day from night, why wouldn’t we still claim the same moniker over our heads?

It is confusing to be sure, since the traditional has now been tossed to the side, which leaves the stranger utterly confused at who they are.

What name shall we be called?  Which seems to be a popular topic for only a moment.  It holds only vague interest for them.  For as some have said, “I don’t care what you call me, just don’t call me late for dinner”!

So this is the result of a Christian gone wild with only Holy Spirit as the companion.  Nothing is too sacred to discuss and no one taboo with which to discuss it.  And the strangest result of all, in my estimation, is the bursting blooms of Love wherever I go.  No longer do I hold back waiting for the passwords of acceptance into club mentality.  The first glint of Love is all I need to see.  It may be dying, wounded, or angry, but it’s my compass point of direction that pulls me.  To touch it, to resurrect it, to heal it, to repair it, to restore it; in all the softness of its petals.  Love.

It doesn’t matter what name we are called.  We gravitate to Love.