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!
“We won’t know all the answers this side of heaven” is ‘the phrase’ I’ve received all my life in answer to many of my questions. As a child, I concluded that no one had permission to ask questions. Questions about life received short, pert sentences that inferred threat if this line of communication was pursued. Questions about christianity were worse. They received ‘the phrase’.
I reasoned that everything about christianity was secret and guarded by a God with a mean countenance, grouching out severe warnings about never asking again.
Today children question parents and receive an almost break-neck effort to supply answers, or at least tools to search. Fear of questioning seems gone and thank God it is, because quite often my generation is still delivering ‘the phrase’. Continue reading This Side of Heaven
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
Storm clouds blew in with pounding rain and hail, and I spoke to them the way I heard Father speaking in my spirit. It was about loving the weather, healing it just like we do our bodies. He said the earth itself is in need of healing from the rampant destructiveness of darkness. But I didn’t understand until He widened my spirit sight to see Love as it was poured into the clouds just like a mother would love a child.
He said the weather has suffered under heavy and cruel curses. Many of those voices speak of global warming and the inevitable effects. And some are simply people not seeing the kind of weather they desire for their events. So they curse the clouds. Continue reading BEAUTIFUL STORM CLOUDS