Help me never forget the cost

Have you ever wanted a “do over”… a “second chance”? Christ is just that. In the beginning…in Eden, the Spirit moved upon the earth that was formed in the image of God and it became living flesh. This Adam became negatively charged, fell and drug the world down with him. A second time, the Spirit moved upon a virgin (made of the same earth) and the second “Adam” was born…this time not to fall…this time to keep the positive “+” charge from above and regain the fallen earth.

I was concerned that I would forget in Heaven what was done on earth to save me because I am so prone to forget right now. I felt that if I could just remember, then I wouldn’t fall. Scared that sin might rise up a second time in me, I prayed and asked God to help me to remember at what great price my place in Heaven was bought…then immediately my prayer was answered when I read these words:

The cross of Christ will be the science and the song of the redeemed through all eternity. In Christ glorified they will behold Christ crucified. Never will it be forgotten that He whose power created and upheld the unnumbered worlds through the vast realms of space, the Beloved of God, the Majesty of heaven, He whom cherub and shining seraph delighted to adore – humbled Himself to uplift fallen man; that He bore the guilt and shame of sin, and the hiding of His Father’s face, till the woes of a lost world broke His heart and crushed out His life on Calvary’s cross. That the Maker of all worlds, the Arbiter of all destinies, should lay aside His glory and humiliate Himself from love to man will ever excite the wonder and adoration of the universe. As the nations of the saved look upon their Redeemer and behold the eternal glory of the Father shining in His countenance; as they behold His throne, which is from everlasting to everlasting, and know that His kingdom is to have no end, they break forth in rapturous song: “Worthy, worthy is the Lamb that was slain, and hath redeemed us to God by His own most precious blood!” – Our Father Cares

 

“From Saul to Paul” – Bible Commentary on Acts 9:1-19

Wit & Wisdom revealed through prayerful study of Acts, Chapter 9, verses 1 through 19. Commentary by Joshua Hullender.

Saul was asked to do something that was not only completely opposite to his former way, but asked to do something which was impossible without the aid of those around him. Can you imagine how vulnerable a situation it must have been to go blindly into a town in which your reputation precedes you while carrying “papers of persecution” against those of “the Way”? This three days of blindness would have been the most opportune time to end Saul’s life…but God had a better plan.

After 3 days of blindness, scales fell from his eyes. This word, “scales” is most appropriate and reveals two profound truths.

In Matthew 12:34, Jesus refers to the Pharisees as a “brood of vipers”. Snakes, having scales, shed these and “become new” at various stages of life. This was a visible, physical and parabolic evidence of a yet unseen spiritual transformation that had taken place.

But, if I understand the “scales” as an instrument which measure and weigh the balance of things, then the falling away of the scales point to Christ having paid once-for-all. Saul’s heart and eyes formally weighed his fellow man using the “Scales of the Pharisees”. The ideal and balanced Pharisee followed the Law of God as well as an ever-growing set of “rules” about God’s Law.

Jesus simplified everything with two words: “follow Me”.

If Jesus is “The Way”, I hope to always be “in the Way”, so to speak, without being “underfoot”. 🙂

Jesus mentions earlier in Matthew 5:20 that “… unless your righteousness surpasses that of the Pharisees…you will not enter the kingdom of heaven.”

All the energy Saul expended fiercely persecuting the followers of Jesus, Paul now called upon during some of the mightiest and most everlasting acts of servitude toward Christ’s Church. To this day, I remember the goodness of God through Paul rather than the destruction caused through Saul.

I feel that nothing can stop a plan from God. In fact, it’s just the opposite…you might even find yourself fighting “for” what you were “against” just a few days prior. He not only changes our direction according to His will, He stirs a passion within us to see the journey through to the end.

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Here blinded I stand…
…as Your grace takes my hand.
I’ll travel wherever You lead me.

With Love as my guide…
…and I right by His side;
A helper to all those who need me.
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God sees the good potential in all of us. With as much strength as I ran from God, I now chase after Him. Where once I was filled with evil, I now thirst for truth. To the voice I tried to drown, I now pour out my heart! The more I learn of Him, the more I yearn for Him! I will blindly submit to Your great Vision. Amen.

A Dream Given April 22, 2016

Last night I had a dream. Again we were in the lobby of what looked like an arena or auditorium. I looked in and saw a man speaking who held a great book so large that he had to unfold its pages. One of the women then took me a distance away and showed me some flowers placed around a great stone carved with letters. She said these flowers almost died…almost became extinct. There were but few left upon all the earth, I took them and hid them. I nurtured and protected them and they are now these 12 distinct colors you see planted around this great stone. I awoke and realized the man speaking was unfolding the Scriptures to all who would listen. The flowers are God’s remnant people. The twelve colors are the as the tribes of Israel planted around the great stone cut out without hands. The great stone is the kingdom of God and Christ. The words written upon the stone are the immutable and unchangeable law. The woman by whom the flowers were preserved was the remnant church of God aided by Holy angels.

Fathers Day Sermon

An excerpt from a sermon I preached (Ill add a sound clip later):

Fathers day is tomorrow. The world has a tradition and I think its okay. A day for mom and a day for dad. I mean after all, we didnt make ourselves. It took work and raising from some type of guardiansome type of shepherd. Some of you were blessed enough to come from an unbroken home and had a pair of guardians. Now, as far as I know, kids cant raise themselves; theyre not like weeds. I know theyre often compared to them because of their rapid growth and now-a-days, their colorful plumage. It seem today, if you want to look like a pink dandelion, folks wont even give you a second look.

I dont have a kid, but Ive seem themTheyre around. Little children, little lambs. Some folks love all the little children of the world while others think to themselves kids are a handful of hard-work, back-talk and no reward. Grumpy, greedy, naughty, needy; glad I wasnt ever one. Oh lambs, such is the kingdom of heaven. Matthew 19:14 Truly I tell you, anyone who will not receive the kingdom of God like a little child will never enter it. Mark 10:15
Ive never raised a lamb but, I do know this; it takes love, kindness, long-suffering, sacrifice, dedication and a long list of other ingredients to create the leavening effect called child raising. There must be something about that helpless, whiney, needy, messy, moody, stinky bundle of fathers nose and mothers eyes that spurs us on.
Lets get back to the topic at hand; Fathers Day. Should we have rushed out on some sort of black friday or black sabbath sale to get dad another set of golf clubs to improve his game? Maybe another bible. Maybe this one wont collect dust. Maybe a hundred other thoughtful and useless things. Do what you must. But maybe, this year, we also set our gaze a little higher toward that face in whose image we are made. How much better to have THAT Fathers eyes of kindness, THAT Fathers lips of truth, THAT Fathers ears of compassion, THAT Fathers hands; hands that formed us from the dust of His worldformed us in our mothers wombs, formed us into His imagehands that bled to save us.

Sweet lambs of God, His heart doth ache
to find His people thus.

Ensnared by vice of every make
without a fight or fuss.

The coin knows not that she is lost
where thorns and tares have grown.

Neither the ship by tempest tossed
in troubled waters blown.

But, What of those lambs the wolves might take?
Who guards the folds by night?

Is there a man whose heart would break
should one be gone by light?

Work as if we die this day
but if we wake tomorrow.

Do the same again I pray
No time is left to borrow.

That bloodHis blood,
that came at such a cost

To save His Image made of mud
Let not one drop be lost!

By That blood you must be saved
but oh so few have chosen
to walk the road that love has paved
by fear, they are frozen

Our heavenly father hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind. 2 Timothy 1:7

The dreams of the serpent and the gavel.

I had a dream of a boy wheeling his way through he woods along a rocky path. The trees were ancient and tall. Behind him was a great snake like the King Cobra. I was in the dream but not in the flesh. I could only see and speak. I told him go as fast as he could away. Each time he looked back, the snake seemed larger, closer and more frightful. I told him not to look back, in this was error. The faster he went, the faster the serpent followed. No time to waste looking back. Just when it seemed the serpent was about strike, a rope or vine was let down from above and I told him climb. How high? Just keep going and dont look down. He climbed into what seemed as high as the clouds and I awoke. There’s no time to look back, we have too much to look forward to. I am encouraged by Jesus words, No one who puts a hand to the plow and looks back is fit for service in the kingdom of God. Go forward in strength and courage though the enemy is at your heels.

Immediately, I had another dream. I was in the front row of a church near the pulpit. We were waiting for a man to speak. I thought, it may as well be methese people are all talking among themselves and wouldnt care or notice the difference. Just then a speaker came and I told gave him a gavel. I said while the people yet speak amongst themselves, bang the gavel twice and say Guilty!. He did and the people were startled to attention. A man was led down the center of the church and off to the left, put into a boxlabelled as a heretic and a free Christian (slave). He was condemned before the trial. A man wrote in dark broad strokes heretic and just below this the letter C with a silhouette of the cross in it. The symbol was understood to mean Christian but my mind sees the C as the crescent moon. I awoke. Persecution is coming and Gods people are not paying attention. We will be condemned before we are tried. We will be put into the same category or boxes as terrorists. Again the master tells us Blessed are you when people insult you, persecute you and falsely say all kinds of evil against you because of me. Rejoice and be glad, because great is your reward in heaven, for in the same way they persecuted the prophets who were before you.

Why I have the dreams I don’t know, but maybe just to encourage you.

3 Dreams Given December 2, 2015

3 dreams I had the night between December 2nd and the morning of the 3rd 2015: In the first dream, I heard the marching of an army with an Arab undertone to its step. After the procession, I saw 3 groups of women dressed in the old fashioned way with no shoes upon their feet. I was in what looked to be like Switzerland. Each little group formed a pyramid by standing on the shoulders of those below her. 3,2,1. 9 in each group. Just as the formation was near perfection, they began to lose their balance. The ground shook like an earthquake and they fell. Immediately, great stones from the sky, not only falling here but everywhere. Some people were crying while others lay dying. I knew that it was supernatural and my own fear let me know my ill standing before God.

In the second dream the same night, I stood at the right hand of a general or great leader of forces. I explained what was happening and what was to come. I said it would take 2-days march; “this thing was happening”; we needed to prepare for it; and we couldn’t walk on Sabbath but on Sunday.

And a third dream the same night, I saw an entire country wiped out from the sky by war, by bombs in the Middle East and this brought on global martial law.

A Dream Given December 1, 2015

A dream I had the night between December 1st and the morning of the 2nd 2015: I saw a field and heard a voice crying for help from below like a damsel in distress but the Spirit told me it was a trap. With this thought came the question; How many have fallen for it? I was able to look within and saw a lot of people had fallen for it. They went down and couldn’t get back out. There were one-way doors and chambers. The first chamber was empty and lonely with a door at the far end. Through this door I saw a small group of people. Each chamber was like a waiting room with groups of people. There were many rooms, each with one-way doors that prevented going back. I was able to pass through to the far end and I saw the experiments. It reminded me of a hospital. I started to warn those in the various rooms and began to block the doors open that they might go back and escape. They didn’t want to go. They seemed in almost like a dreamy state. They were content to stay where they were even with the most vehement warning.

Introduction

If a person becomes deaf, they have a remembrance and familiarity of sound. If a person becomes blind, they have a remembrance and familiarity of the visual world. But, what of those born blind or born deaf? How do they know and believe the invisible, imperceptible? By faith! What of those (like myself) born totally color blind, not seeing a single color living in a world of black and white. How would I know colors exist since I’ve never seen them? I take it by faith. Should mental or physical ability affect credulity? Is it possible to believe something exists that I’ve never seen? My simple mind thinks of pure air and pure water. They are unseen but vital.

Now imagine being born physically perfect yet spiritually afflicted. Imagine ears that hear all things except the voice of God…eyes that see all things except the light of truth. This is the case of many. We are born into tradition and follow along blindly in the footsteps of those who have gone on before us never questioning why or whether it is the right way.
Have you noticed that even a small child will not stay long confined to her crib? She will explore. Something in her says, there must be more and I must have it. We shall do the same. Come with me as we step outside our traditions and explore the reasons why we do what we do. I promise there IS more and it IS worth having. Can we help the way we were born? No. Is there help FOR the way we were born? Yes. And ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free. John 8:32