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THE SILENT AND UNQUESTIONING

 

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Today I was reminded how so many good church-goers have embraced silence. They label questioning seekers as troublemakers and find great comfort in the status quo. It’s called unity.

But that unity is a prison of hypocrisy where the mind and heart are silenced without free expression. And a smiling mask is worn to cover a dying soul.

Father never created a human heart that didn’t crave more. And it is only silenced through fear. The biggest one being Rejection.

No one ever wants to be rejected. It is the most painful thing we do to each other. And yet all the best churches teach how to properly and lovingly reject others as though it is a cooking class meant to make your meals better than you’ve ever known.

Rejection is a dark evil Jesus never used even when He hung on a cross dying.

And it’s hard to find the courage to defy Rejection and step out of the box where we can ask all the questions our mind can produce. It takes tremendous endurance when the doors of Judgment and Rejection begin slamming in our face.

THIS is where we take up our cross and follow HIM. THIS is the persecution that can commit murder.

But if you are a questioning seeker, you aren’t alone. There are many. They are often hiding from the status quo because they haven’t found their courage yet.

I didn’t find it until many years after I moved away from home. And even then it was slow progress.

One of the most awe-inspiring things about Jesus is getting a glimpse of the courage He had. It was nothing less than God-like. Oh, wait, He was God. ūüėĀ

Stepping out to rock the boat on the religious status quo is still one of the most frightening and dangerous things anyone can ever do. The resulting assault on your faith and your character is the greatest evil that human beings display.

It’s all about fear. And if we don’t find the courage to face fear and become free, we can find ourselves crucifying our own Messiah.

GOING DOWN INTO HELL

 

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It’s a scary thing to watch someone go headlong down into the pit of hell. You probably know that place as well as I do. And it’s not been so long ago since I was there.

The last time I went, I shrunk to the floor in a heap. Tears were coming in great floods and I had no hope at all. There was not even one point of light shining for me in the distance. Nothing was left.  And Fear screamed into the darkness which was blacker than any black.  Death waited with open arms.  And pain was worse than any known.

I was shocked at my arrival because I hadn’t known there was an actual place of burning and torture for us in this present existence. Continue reading GOING DOWN INTO HELL

KEY TO “NOTHING MISSING, NOTHING BROKEN”

 

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When Hunny and I started off on a mini-vacation with our little motorhome, and things began breaking, I remembered Father’s words to me a couple months ago.¬† “Nothing missing, nothing broken”. It spoke to me of wholeness and completeness and the effect of His presence.

But did He mean more than the completeness of my soul and spirit?  Was that completeness also for our motorhome on this vacation? Or should I begin rationalizing because I live in a fallen world and this is the victimization I must expect?

How can that be?¬† In my mind, that was like saying “God is good in the spiritual but not so much in the natural because He is impotent in this fallen world”. Continue reading KEY TO “NOTHING MISSING, NOTHING BROKEN”

ECLIPSE OF THE SON?

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I’ve seen the eclipse of the Son, and no, I didn’t mean to say the sun. Although, I saw that one too and it was certainly a good physical example of a common spiritual circumstance.

I sat and watched as the sun was slowly obliterated by the intrusion of the moon and it reminded me of those moments in life when darkness creeps in and I can’t see the Light of Jesus.

It doesn’t mean I’ve stopped believing or lost my way, or that I’ll never see the Light again. ¬†It means that something is blocking my view.

Continue reading ECLIPSE OF THE SON?

SABBATICAL FROM THE BATTLE

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I had a dream about the aftermath of my battle with religion.

I was in an abandoned section of the house where I live. It was like an attached apartment. In the kitchen was a lot of canned and packaged food sitting on a big table inside the oversized pantry. A visitor came through, someone I knew, and he needed dinner for his family. I invited him to help himself and he chose 3 items that would make a complete meal for him and his family. He was pleased and I was happy that I could be generous.

After he left, I began going through the apartment shadow boxing evil entities as I saw them. I’d say out loud “Ka-pow! Ka-pow!” as I punched them. And they were cleared out one at a time. After they were gone, there was movement in the corner which I attributed to Angels and let them be. Continue reading SABBATICAL FROM THE BATTLE

SHOULD WE ACCEPT TRAUMA AS NATURAL?

Have you ever noticed the wide field of trauma we experience and accept as a natural course of life?

Father told me some time ago to pay attention to it and keep it out of my realm where I have control and then ask Him to keep it out where I don’t have control. trauma

 

The core of Trauma is a demon who’s presence is destruction, decay, Continue reading SHOULD WE ACCEPT TRAUMA AS NATURAL?

HOPE AND FEAR, or “DO IT AFRAID”

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On the way home from work one night, I had an intense encounter with hope and fear.

This trial and testing had begun with a horrible sound around my back right tire just as I was getting to work. ¬†Nervously, I asked one of the guys to take a look but he saw nothing of concern. ¬†So, I said, “Then I think it was slushy snow build-up in the wheel-well, clunking around.”

But for the evening, fear lurked just over my head, periodically interjecting his thoughts and torments.  I did my best to ignore him and hold on to my one hope.

Finally, at the end of my shift, I started the ignition and sat for a moment with Father. ¬†I said, “Father, it’s You and me as usual. ¬†And I’m asking that my car is perfect, and my ride home is without any unusual incidents. ¬†You know my trust is completely on You, as always.”

After my little prayer and a deep, cleansing breath of peace, I slowly proceeded out of the parking lot and onto the road.  A half-moon peeked out of the clouds along the desolate countryside.   And I put on 2 pairs of gloves to handle the steering wheel in the 6-degree temps.   Smatterings of sand sprinkled the snow packed icy roads and I felt like I was holding my breath as I headed for home.

Thoughts of a broken-down vehicle in the deserted cold, night were frightening floating across my imagination.  Dangerous animals and even more dangerous humans crossed my mind accented by the fact that cell phone service sometimes cut out in the area.

Torment was doing a good job. ¬†But even as he worked his terrible magic, I also remembered Joyce Meyer had said years ago. ¬†“Do it afraid”. ¬† And the words had stuck with me, like a mantra. ¬†Every time I was up against fear and holding on to a slim thread of hope that Father would never let me down, I remembered those words.

Minutes seemed to take hours but finally, I¬†pulled into my dry carport, safely. ¬†It was one more time in the millions of times, that He’d cared for me. ¬†He’d answered my request. ¬†I arrived home, warm and toasty without a single variation of an incident along the way. ¬†My wheels had¬†not slipped on the ice, nor had the horrible sound come from the wheel-well. ¬†Not even an animal had darted out from the side of the road.

I was safe and overcome with thankfulness. ¬†Fear had played his hand and pulled the Torment card once again. ¬†But also, once again I “did it afraid” and Father kept His promise to never leave me or forsake me.

Fear comes sometimes.   It taunts me sometimes with horrible unbelieving thoughts.  But I know where they are coming from.  And I know these are the moments of endurance where I hold on to one hope РHIM.

And it works.  Every time.

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Thank you for sharing this journey with me.  Blessings on yours.

Faith

GOD WEARS A PLAID SHIRT

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Hunny had a dream in which God wore a plaid shirt and looked like Andy Griffith.  It was an oddball answer to a couple days of illness.  And I want to share it with you because I enjoy the way Father performs uniquely in our life.

Tremendous pain coaxed him to call me home from work but my Hunny wouldn’t concede because he’s a tough guy. ¬† So upon my arrival, we began the process: vitamins, herbs, and prayer. ¬†I tried to visualize him well, but it was a weak vision at best. Continue reading GOD WEARS A PLAID SHIRT

MY OVERNIGHT IN THE COURTS

 

A couple nights ago I was awakened at 4 a.m. by overwhelming Guilt.

I should explain that I’m not one to feel a lot of guilt like I did when I was younger and my life was a mess. And of course, I credit that to my amazing Father who has spent several years showing me my heavenly Identity in detail which resolves mountains of personal issues right there.

But this Guilt was a mountain. Did I say I was overwhelmed? I was. And it was, of course, accompanied by fear. Fear comes along to threaten us with repercussions of our guilt. Continue reading MY OVERNIGHT IN THE COURTS

REJECTION & IDENTITY BOOK TWO AVAILABLE NOW

Rejection & Identity Book Two

Available now on Amazon and Kindle

Rejection & Identity Boo

 

       In this second edition of Rejection & Identity, Faith Living adventures into our misunderstanding of Rejection and highlights the overcoming lifestyle of Resistance, a stance that doesn’t simply push our enemy away from us so he can one day return to taunt us again, but completely removes his effectiveness in our world.

Using Resistance through our renewed Identity, we reflect the truly victorious lifestyle of Jesus, and once again return our world to the garden that Adam & Eve enjoyed.

Overcoming evil is our purpose and our last battle.  It shines through clearly in this revelation.