Anna’s feet ached with each step on the rough mountain path. She had seen the top of the castle, white and beckoning, just before this curve. Finding a flat-topped boulder, she sat down, kicked off a shabby shoe, and rubbed her foot.
Oh why had she come here? The castle hadn’t called to others. No one else in the village had been plagued with compelling wonder. They were content to sit in their small pomen’s and work their gardens year after year, and survive until old, and worn, and dead.
But from Cabon’s Point, just outside the village, the castle gleamed like a tiny gem in the distance, tempting her. Old Jable, the cobbler, had said it was a bad omen, her being so curious, when the tales warned of such behavior. No one who’d set out for the castle had ever come back to tell the story. So when Oma Olga, the baker, drew back at Anna’s inquisitiveness, it was years before she allowed herself to even glance at her temptation again. After all, Oma Olga knew everything about anything, including the secrets of Adjin and the Universe. She knew why He created and where He went afterward. If she was afraid, then everyone was afraid. Continue reading THE CASTLE, a story, part one
Father said to re-post a word from 2013. He said “I am doing a new thing in the earth.” And this Word is what he’s talking about. He’s teaching many to rule and reign. It happens from our Seat.
The world is waiting for us to sit on that Seat each day and do our job. It is what changes the world and brings heaven to earth.
*** Continue reading HE’S DOING A NEW THING
I have a friend who got saved and filled with Holy Spirit at 14 years old and was then forbidden to ever go to church again. Relationships in her family were torn apart by this incidence as she was punished by one side and ostracized by the other.
When I met her, she virtually hated Christians and had never gone to another church, or read a Bible.
We were regularly thrown together because our husbands were co-workers and in the natural course of our conversations, I revealed my Faith to her. But her cold reception was enough to tell me not to push. Continue reading KNOWING GOD, without being taught
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
The Apostles were able to raise the dead and heal the sick and even bodily transport instantly to other cities. Did you ever wonder how they could be martyred with that kind of power at their fingertips? Why would they not escape their enemy?
I asked Father this question. His answer was “Because they chose to. They knew their death willingly at the hand of their enemy was the only thing that would speak individually of Love to their enemy’s heart. Continue reading THE POWER THEY HAD
I hate finding my path filled with obstacles. That’s when I want to sit down and sigh. And wonder if it’s worth the struggle.
Well, that depends on the goal, of course. Obstacles pop up most of the time when we’re pursuing a dream. It isn’t all sunshine and butterflies on the way to completion. Continue reading THE PATH OF OBSTACLES
Years ago, I got a new job that required I walk through a scary building twice a day. It was a security check. And it was part of my job.
Light bulbs had burned out in most of the building, so it was pitch black in the hallways. I submitted an order for them to be changed but that took a few days. In the meantime, I had to go through the building.
Friends said I should skip it until the lights were fixed. But I was compelled to do my job correctly. I didn’t want fear to victimize me. So, I searched for comfort and protection through memorizing scripture.
I chose: “God has not given me a spirit of fear, but of power, love and a strong mind” 2 Timothy 1:7. Continue reading The Scary Building