The trial of Casey Anthony has been trumpeted as being "the trial of the century" and after three days, I need a break. My stress level at hearing Jose Baez, the defense attorney, victimize true victims, to ensure his client will be cleared, and even sympathized with as being a victim, is outrageous, but, apparently legal.
It's possible that Casey was abused as a kid, but, why would she continue living at the largess of said abuser, and subject her child to the same type of abuse?
Only God knows the truth, but, God help these ungodly people who have ruined the lives of George, Lee and Cynthia Anthony by alleging they are the villains, and Casey the "flower in the attic" and subjected to so much torture and pain that she effectively dissociated from the death of her gorgeous three year old.
Baez paints a picture of this child rapist, George, who finds the baby in a backyard swimming pool, and blames Casey for not watching her. Of course, even the fact that the ladder to the swimming pool was not removed by Cindy, the grandma of Caylee, advances the cause of poor Casey.
I don't want to hear of how Casey was a loving mother, blah blah blah. Anyone who disbelieves a psychopath can be an attentive and affectionate person one minute and a cold-blooded killer the next, only has to consider Diane Downs, Susan Smith, and other child-killers who never showed any sign of anything but perfect love.
Sociopaths work hard to perfect images, and learn the roles to play and emotions to emit, but, it's all superficial. That's why it's hard to reconcile that if the child died by an accident, why this loving mother would party and act happy and have a beautiful life prepared for her, in her mind.
I know that defense attorneys are allowed to fabricate stories, and this one was proposed by the legions of crime fans that speculated and rightly so, that there was a huge possibility of the child drowning. A few years ago, a little kid drowned in our canal. It's the big killer in Florida.
HOWEVER, the parents would not behave in any other way than traumatized and bereaved. If George Anthony, a police officer, found the baby, who he adored, dead in the pool, he would have called 911 and done CPR. He would not lead everyone, including the grandmother astray, misleading her into believing Caylee was kidnapped by a nanny.
Yet, the media is so beguiled by these ostensible "Perry Mason" moments, that they fail to connect the dots, and certainly are being disingenuous about how likely any of Baez's assertions are about George, and her brother Lee's rape of Casey since childhood.
What's worse is that while Casey did NOT grieve for this baby that the world fell in love with, George and Cindy, warts and all, DID visibly grieve and suffer. Lee seems like a wonderful young man, and he has to carry the cross of incest and innuendo for life. This family is ruined, and the damage done to them during this process of freeing the psychopathic liar, painting her as a victim of them, is even more astonishingly egregious than losing a precious and loved child.
Maybe the apple didn't fall far from the tree in Casey's case, and my sympathy for the Anthony's at this stage, may be exaggerated by what I feel are intolerable falsehoods, conceived amongst fiendishly evil and demonic litigators, who are allowed to lie, destroy people's lives and get away with it, while a cold-blooded killer gets all the breaks that our system allows.
Everyone deserves a vigorous defense, but, does it mean that every lawyer is allowed to lie and get away with it, when it impeaches true victims and their rights to privacy and slander? Where are the victims' rights in this case, because Casey is not the victim, but, the cause of death and destruction of her entire family. Maybe that's her ulterior motive all along.
Before she was stopped in her tracks, she bragged about being given George and Cindy's nice home, because "they would not be needing it" for some reason. Maybe she was planning to kill them all, but, was stopped, and in revenge is finishing the job with the help of Florida taxpayers paying these unscrupulously dishonest, even satanic attorneya, who are complicit in an evil that's so much greater than the original crime, that it shocks the senses by it's audacity. I believe that once such an accusation puts someone like George Anthony on trial, that the defense needs to back it up with some proof, otherwise, it is bullshit. But, that is not the way the law sees it. The LAW is an ASS.
However, Melvyn Perry, is an awesome judge, under the circumstances. It could be far worse, and the reality of this defense is not lost on him, I would bet my life on it..
Thanks to our system of justice, these lawyers make a mockery of real justice, and there's nothing we can do about it, except hope and pray 12 common people can see through it. Even so, these parents' lives are ruined forever. What's worse than being accused of being a child rapist and even a possible perpetrator in Caylee's death, maybe NOT from drowning, but, from duct tape asphyxiation that was in George's possession, even though Casey is a thief and liar.
God help them all.
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Saturday, May 21, 2011
In The Evening -NO CUBE NO FLY today :(
With an hour to go, EST, until Harold Camping's vision of the first great exodus, I am crestfallen and certain that I will still have the same headache in two hours, as I've had all afternoon. The media is making a mockery of this dear fellow, who for some strange reason feels he was given insight that doesn't seem to be resonant with all of us, while a good many will be bitterly disappointed, for sure.
What's ironic is that I am one of a majority of Christians and Jews who believe that it will occur within the next decade, or could definitely take place sooner, in our lifetimes. I realize Harold is 89, and who like my father, doesn't want to wait much longer to go (I sort of promised my dad that *something* big will happen in 2012, and he's going to live to see Christ's return) and he's holding my feet to the flame saying he doesn't want to wait until he's 100. They're ready to fly, and so am I, but, we have to await the pilot's timing.
I try to encourage my dad to think of it this way, that scripture says a man of 100 will be like a child, although he can't grasp what it's going to be like to live 1000 years like Adam and Eve. But, that's what's going to be, according to Bible, and I don't care if I look like the biggest jerk in the world, I know in my heart and soul, that this is possible when Christ returns.
And so he shall.
I guess the time/space thing, portals, and who knows what else, is a part of the hard wiring of the Master's Great Plan and programming, and we're jots in that notation, but, certainly not the keys. It's got to be more precise for me to believe, although the USA turning on Israel this week was monumental for me, and one of the biggest signs, even bigger than the Japanese FUK-U-earthquake and nuclear meltdown. These are signs and judgments, without a doubt, and the time is drawing nearer,..
I will encourage dear Brother Camping to take heart, and tell him what I tell my father, how Moses was 90 years old and leading a vast and impatient nation into the Promised land, which left him without resolution for 40 years because of their impudence and misunderstanding.
I remember how Harold loved Psalm 90, and I offer him this beautiful sweet prayer of Moses, on the eve of this day, and go in peace, with faith that what will be will be:
What's ironic is that I am one of a majority of Christians and Jews who believe that it will occur within the next decade, or could definitely take place sooner, in our lifetimes. I realize Harold is 89, and who like my father, doesn't want to wait much longer to go (I sort of promised my dad that *something* big will happen in 2012, and he's going to live to see Christ's return) and he's holding my feet to the flame saying he doesn't want to wait until he's 100. They're ready to fly, and so am I, but, we have to await the pilot's timing.
I try to encourage my dad to think of it this way, that scripture says a man of 100 will be like a child, although he can't grasp what it's going to be like to live 1000 years like Adam and Eve. But, that's what's going to be, according to Bible, and I don't care if I look like the biggest jerk in the world, I know in my heart and soul, that this is possible when Christ returns.
And so he shall.
I guess the time/space thing, portals, and who knows what else, is a part of the hard wiring of the Master's Great Plan and programming, and we're jots in that notation, but, certainly not the keys. It's got to be more precise for me to believe, although the USA turning on Israel this week was monumental for me, and one of the biggest signs, even bigger than the Japanese FUK-U-earthquake and nuclear meltdown. These are signs and judgments, without a doubt, and the time is drawing nearer,..
I will encourage dear Brother Camping to take heart, and tell him what I tell my father, how Moses was 90 years old and leading a vast and impatient nation into the Promised land, which left him without resolution for 40 years because of their impudence and misunderstanding.
I remember how Harold loved Psalm 90, and I offer him this beautiful sweet prayer of Moses, on the eve of this day, and go in peace, with faith that what will be will be:
| Psa 90:1 | [[A Prayer of Moses the man of God.]] Lord, thou hast been our dwelling place in all generations. |
| Psa 90:2 | Before the mountains were brought forth, or ever thou hadst formed the earth and the world, even from everlasting to everlasting, thou [art] God. |
| Psa 90:3 | Thou turnest man to destruction; and sayest, Return, ye children of men. |
| Psa 90:4 | For a thousand years in thy sight [are but] as yesterday when it is past, and [as] a watch in the night. |
| Psa 90:5 | Thou carriest them away as with a flood; they are [as] a sleep: in the morning [they are] like grass [which] groweth up. |
| Psa 90:6 | In the morning it flourisheth, and groweth up; in the evening it is cut down, and withereth. |
| Psa 90:7 | For we are consumed by thine anger, and by thy wrath are we troubled. |
| Psa 90:8 | Thou hast set our iniquities before thee, our secret [sins] in the light of thy countenance. |
| Psa 90:9 | For all our days are passed away in thy wrath: we spend our years as a tale [that is told]. |
| Psa 90:10 | The days of our years [are] threescore years and ten; and if by reason of strength [they be] fourscore years, yet [is] their strength labour and sorrow; for it is soon cut off, and we fly away. |
| Psa 90:11 | Who knoweth the power of thine anger? even according to thy fear, [so is] thy wrath. |
| Psa 90:12 | So teach [us] to number our days, that we may apply [our] hearts unto wisdom. |
| Psa 90:13 | Return, O LORD, how long? and let it repent thee concerning thy servants. |
| Psa 90:14 | O satisfy us early with thy mercy; that we may rejoice and be glad all our days. |
| Psa 90:15 | Make us glad according to the days [wherein] thou hast afflicted us, [and] the years [wherein] we have seen evil. |
| Psa 90:16 | Let thy work appear unto thy servants, and thy glory unto their children. |
| Psa 90:17 | And let the beauty of the LORD our God be upon us: and establish thou the work of our hands upon us; yea, the work of our hands establish thou it. |
Dear Brother Camping
I have left blogging and the virtual world lately, and retreated into the old ways, without a digital this or that, and holding a real Bible in my lap, while I am transported into a place beyond time and space. Ironically, I have often remembered the salad days of the 1980s, with the spiritual wave that became a tsunami, and I was blessed to be carried out to sea, like a sacred fish, in a net that surpasses the Internet. I recalled the great evangelical mentoring of Harold Camping, dear old Brother Fisherman, and his impeccable wisdom of the age. Then, he started dating things and like Martin Luther, fell from the divine stage in flames.
Like all men, with feet of clay.
But, today is May 21, 2011, and how I want his mad prophecy to be precise and true. How I would love to soar through the sky, or be transported up and out of this pitiful state, and into the gates where the pearls are the size of mountains, and the emeralds make mansions next to a river of life. I long to pick a peach from the divine blessed tree, growing along the banks of the holy stream, and then smoke the leaves.
I can almost taste the freedom, as much as any prisoner longs and dreams of steel metal gates opening for reentry into a better place. I have longed to know this freedom and this perfect state.
As I get older, inside, I feel the clock ticking backwards, as something akin to childishness springs up inside me, like soda shaken up and released, or the first sip of champagne making me laugh and making me dizzy. Am I going crazy?
But, dear Brother Camping, who helped build the foundation of Christ's faith in a generation who are now turning grey, I pray you are right, but, I am depressed because I know it's not today.
Even though this week, an American President had the hubris and audacity to call Israel an "OCCUPIER" of Palestinian territory, which turned the key, let's just say, I still know it's not today. Not yet. But, if I'm wrong, I'll end this day in ecstasy, if I'm found to be worthy of the first transport.
I used to dream about flying, and I think it would be the most fun I've had, but, I can't discuss it with anyone, because they think we're all barking mad. I've even lost my taste for meat, knowing a vegan future is awaiting, where even the lions graze like lambs, and snakes are all friendly. No one will hurt or destroy in HIS HOLY Place. I want to spend eternity worshipping his beautiful face, and praising Yahweh forevermore. I want to sing and dance with the saints, and be in a rock band. I want to embrace every promise he made, and I believe in all his words, with all my heart, but, I am depressed today, because I know it will pass without our golden ticket on the chariot of God to the sacred cubic city of grace.
America is primed and ready for the beast. It's already engaged most of the world, look at the EU, and the Middle East. Look at China and the genocide in Africa. Look at the rivers of blood in the jungles of the Congo, and the increasingly chaotic weather. Look at the tsunamis and whirlwinds, we've sown with our godless ways, poisoning the Earth, and worshiping the work of our own making. With America and the UN condemning Israel, Christ told us the waiting is all but over, but, wait, it doesn't feel right yet, and I hate being disappointed because, like you, Brother Camping, I want to fly and leave a place where I'm not wanted.
The world has already expelled and extinguished most of the Jewish race, and Christianity is the new Jew on the block, so, I'm doubly cursed by the world's standards. I know Israel is going to drop some serious plutonium soon, and I'm thinking that this is when we will get our great escape. Why else would we need a "NEW" Jerusalem?
There's no question that the time is coming, but, the hour and the day, only God, the Father knows, and he's flexible, except when it comes to Jerusalem. Because Jerusalem, Ariel, doesn't belong to the Jews, nor the Arabs, nor anyone but HIM. He who touches Ariel, touches the apple of his EYE, and I wouldn't want to be someone who had to face the LORD after spurning or desecrating, or deserting Jerusalem.
Thank you Mr. Obama for making the day and time of our departure more certainly within this decade, but, as for the next 12 hours.... I can only daydream how it will be, wishing and praying to be ready on the actual day.
Still, it gives us all something to think about today, especially with Obama showing his blood-red teeth. I think it's safe to say we know who he may be..... I wouldn't want to be him. To gain the world, to what end? Makes me scared when I think about his fate. Makes me angry, too. How dare he call Israel "OCCUPIERS"? FU Mr. President. I no longer believe in America. The dream is over. The nightmare is just beginning, and hopefully, someday soon, Mr. Camping's yearning and dreams and visions will also come true.
Like all men, with feet of clay.
But, today is May 21, 2011, and how I want his mad prophecy to be precise and true. How I would love to soar through the sky, or be transported up and out of this pitiful state, and into the gates where the pearls are the size of mountains, and the emeralds make mansions next to a river of life. I long to pick a peach from the divine blessed tree, growing along the banks of the holy stream, and then smoke the leaves.
I can almost taste the freedom, as much as any prisoner longs and dreams of steel metal gates opening for reentry into a better place. I have longed to know this freedom and this perfect state.
As I get older, inside, I feel the clock ticking backwards, as something akin to childishness springs up inside me, like soda shaken up and released, or the first sip of champagne making me laugh and making me dizzy. Am I going crazy?
But, dear Brother Camping, who helped build the foundation of Christ's faith in a generation who are now turning grey, I pray you are right, but, I am depressed because I know it's not today.
Even though this week, an American President had the hubris and audacity to call Israel an "OCCUPIER" of Palestinian territory, which turned the key, let's just say, I still know it's not today. Not yet. But, if I'm wrong, I'll end this day in ecstasy, if I'm found to be worthy of the first transport.
I used to dream about flying, and I think it would be the most fun I've had, but, I can't discuss it with anyone, because they think we're all barking mad. I've even lost my taste for meat, knowing a vegan future is awaiting, where even the lions graze like lambs, and snakes are all friendly. No one will hurt or destroy in HIS HOLY Place. I want to spend eternity worshipping his beautiful face, and praising Yahweh forevermore. I want to sing and dance with the saints, and be in a rock band. I want to embrace every promise he made, and I believe in all his words, with all my heart, but, I am depressed today, because I know it will pass without our golden ticket on the chariot of God to the sacred cubic city of grace.
America is primed and ready for the beast. It's already engaged most of the world, look at the EU, and the Middle East. Look at China and the genocide in Africa. Look at the rivers of blood in the jungles of the Congo, and the increasingly chaotic weather. Look at the tsunamis and whirlwinds, we've sown with our godless ways, poisoning the Earth, and worshiping the work of our own making. With America and the UN condemning Israel, Christ told us the waiting is all but over, but, wait, it doesn't feel right yet, and I hate being disappointed because, like you, Brother Camping, I want to fly and leave a place where I'm not wanted.
The world has already expelled and extinguished most of the Jewish race, and Christianity is the new Jew on the block, so, I'm doubly cursed by the world's standards. I know Israel is going to drop some serious plutonium soon, and I'm thinking that this is when we will get our great escape. Why else would we need a "NEW" Jerusalem?
There's no question that the time is coming, but, the hour and the day, only God, the Father knows, and he's flexible, except when it comes to Jerusalem. Because Jerusalem, Ariel, doesn't belong to the Jews, nor the Arabs, nor anyone but HIM. He who touches Ariel, touches the apple of his EYE, and I wouldn't want to be someone who had to face the LORD after spurning or desecrating, or deserting Jerusalem.
Thank you Mr. Obama for making the day and time of our departure more certainly within this decade, but, as for the next 12 hours.... I can only daydream how it will be, wishing and praying to be ready on the actual day.
Still, it gives us all something to think about today, especially with Obama showing his blood-red teeth. I think it's safe to say we know who he may be..... I wouldn't want to be him. To gain the world, to what end? Makes me scared when I think about his fate. Makes me angry, too. How dare he call Israel "OCCUPIERS"? FU Mr. President. I no longer believe in America. The dream is over. The nightmare is just beginning, and hopefully, someday soon, Mr. Camping's yearning and dreams and visions will also come true.
Sunday, January 9, 2011
New Year
There have been many mystical events that have occurred, but, I will try write about them in the coming weeks.
I have waited for this period of time all my life, and now that it's here, I am flooded with deja vu, and a stunning recognition of certain things from my dreams and visions.
Instead of my vague meandering I will try to focus and direct this energy into words, but, tonight, I am floating on a bubble of happiness and hopefulness.
Thank you LORD for the love of Jesus Christ, and my true love, John. Thank you for my new kitten, too. Only God could create such an exquisite creature. Thank you for my loved ones, and for miracle of being healed from a crippling disease. In Jesus' Name, I praise the LORD for all eternity.
In late October, I was blessed in receiving a brand new neck, as in they gave me brand new vertebrae and discs, and now I am bionic, and better than new~!!!!! The neurosurgeon said when he opened my neck, the vertebrae were beyond repair, so he used a completely new cervical cage, made from artificial bone and discs. BRILLIANT man. May the LORD bless him for having the courage and insight into doing such a bold and innovative procedure. Although the recovery was painful, it restored my arm, and relieved my pain by 80%.
I still need to have my lower spine mended, but, having this miraculous healing, I am filled with joy and hope. I am much more confident. It was scary going under the knife, not knowing if I would wake up worse, even paralyzed.
To aid my recovery, I was given this precious little baby cat. I can't describe how cute she is, or the joy she's given me. Only God can make a cat. Thank you Lord for the wonderful critters around us, and for the love of them all.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Marissa Karp's Murder
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When I visit my mother's grave, it is in a serene alcove dedicated to veterans. Both of my parents were military, and have plots there. Thankfully, my father is still with me. He never understood why I have always been drawn, inexplicably, to a double plot just past my mom's headstone. Buried there are a mother and daughter. I can't explain how powerful the emotions have been when I have been in the presence of their graves. I have found myself crying...( my dad thought I was crying for my mom, which I suppose I was)....however, the sight of a young girl buried in a grave next to her mother, sharing a headstone, has moved me more than I can articulate.. I have studied it, and have left flowers and bright stones on it, although, I never knew either one. I never knew why I felt this way about strangers.
Their deaths were not on the same date, so, it wasn't a car crash or accident. The girl was only 17. I believe the mother was only 40, maybe younger, and she died a year or so before the girl. A few years ago, I couldn't stop thinking about them, after visiting my mom's grave, and her name stayed with me, so, I googled her. To my horror, it turns out that the young girl was a murder victim.
Today marks eight years since Marissa Karp, aged 17, was found in a canal, wrapped in plastic, beaten and shot to death, then discarded like trash, to be devoured by the alligators. I learned that her mother died of an asthma attack, a year or so before, and I wondered if she had been one of my patients at some time? The familiarity towards them is unbelievable. Long before America's Most Wanted got a hold of the story, or this billboard appeared on I-95, I've prayed for justice for this young, young girl, whose life hadn't even begun. I've felt this way for years, now, so much so that my dad expects me to leave a flower on each grave when I visit my mom.
What's even more tragic is that she left behind a heartbroken dad, and I wish I could reach out and explain somehow to him, the way I feel her, and have felt her, long before I knew anything more than her name on a granite stone. If I've been haunted, you can imagine his burden.
I ask God to provide the DA with sufficient evidence to try the case, because, I feel as if Marissa is crying out for justice, even though she is with her beloved mother, who was also far too young to leave the world. What's more heart-wrenching, is that Marissa was a bright and vibrant kid, who went downhill after her mom's sudden death. She became so rebellious and unstable, that she had to be placed with the department of children's services, who placed her in foster situations that she found untenable, and she ran away shortly before she was murdered.
I know her dad has punished himself over the what ifs....especially since he must wonder what if he and his family had been able to handle her? I know that they did what they thought was best. I think she had lived with her grandparents, or other family members, and that didn't work out, either. Under the circumstances, they did what they felt would possibly set her on a straight course, never expecting this outcome.
All I can offer is this prayer:
Oh Father, in Jesus' Name, please give this murdered child justice, and let her dad have some peace and closure, even though he will never recover fully from losing her.. This poor man is in agony. He wrote to America's Most Wanted, and his devotion to this poor kid has never diminished. All he wants is the person responsible to pay for this heinous act. He claims the perpetrator is known to law enforcement, and he knows who it is. How much worse can it get than to see your child's murderer live freely? Lord, you know who it is, and so do the police and yet, the way our justice system is devised, there must be evidence beyond a reasonable doubt. Please provide witnesses who will have the conviction to come forth and testify. There's a large reward, but, I'd like to believe that some one's heart is pierced by this monstrous tragedy, the way my heart breaks when I visit the grave of a mother and daughter who I never knew. I pray for justice and some closure for this father's grief and misery. Please watch over him.
When I visit my mother's grave, it is in a serene alcove dedicated to veterans. Both of my parents were military, and have plots there. Thankfully, my father is still with me. He never understood why I have always been drawn, inexplicably, to a double plot just past my mom's headstone. Buried there are a mother and daughter. I can't explain how powerful the emotions have been when I have been in the presence of their graves. I have found myself crying...( my dad thought I was crying for my mom, which I suppose I was)....however, the sight of a young girl buried in a grave next to her mother, sharing a headstone, has moved me more than I can articulate.. I have studied it, and have left flowers and bright stones on it, although, I never knew either one. I never knew why I felt this way about strangers.Their deaths were not on the same date, so, it wasn't a car crash or accident. The girl was only 17. I believe the mother was only 40, maybe younger, and she died a year or so before the girl. A few years ago, I couldn't stop thinking about them, after visiting my mom's grave, and her name stayed with me, so, I googled her. To my horror, it turns out that the young girl was a murder victim.
Today marks eight years since Marissa Karp, aged 17, was found in a canal, wrapped in plastic, beaten and shot to death, then discarded like trash, to be devoured by the alligators. I learned that her mother died of an asthma attack, a year or so before, and I wondered if she had been one of my patients at some time? The familiarity towards them is unbelievable. Long before America's Most Wanted got a hold of the story, or this billboard appeared on I-95, I've prayed for justice for this young, young girl, whose life hadn't even begun. I've felt this way for years, now, so much so that my dad expects me to leave a flower on each grave when I visit my mom.
What's even more tragic is that she left behind a heartbroken dad, and I wish I could reach out and explain somehow to him, the way I feel her, and have felt her, long before I knew anything more than her name on a granite stone. If I've been haunted, you can imagine his burden.
I ask God to provide the DA with sufficient evidence to try the case, because, I feel as if Marissa is crying out for justice, even though she is with her beloved mother, who was also far too young to leave the world. What's more heart-wrenching, is that Marissa was a bright and vibrant kid, who went downhill after her mom's sudden death. She became so rebellious and unstable, that she had to be placed with the department of children's services, who placed her in foster situations that she found untenable, and she ran away shortly before she was murdered.
I know her dad has punished himself over the what ifs....especially since he must wonder what if he and his family had been able to handle her? I know that they did what they thought was best. I think she had lived with her grandparents, or other family members, and that didn't work out, either. Under the circumstances, they did what they felt would possibly set her on a straight course, never expecting this outcome.
All I can offer is this prayer:
Oh Father, in Jesus' Name, please give this murdered child justice, and let her dad have some peace and closure, even though he will never recover fully from losing her.. This poor man is in agony. He wrote to America's Most Wanted, and his devotion to this poor kid has never diminished. All he wants is the person responsible to pay for this heinous act. He claims the perpetrator is known to law enforcement, and he knows who it is. How much worse can it get than to see your child's murderer live freely? Lord, you know who it is, and so do the police and yet, the way our justice system is devised, there must be evidence beyond a reasonable doubt. Please provide witnesses who will have the conviction to come forth and testify. There's a large reward, but, I'd like to believe that some one's heart is pierced by this monstrous tragedy, the way my heart breaks when I visit the grave of a mother and daughter who I never knew. I pray for justice and some closure for this father's grief and misery. Please watch over him.
Monday, July 12, 2010
2 Peter 1
| Simon Peter, a servant and an apostle of Jesus Christ, to them that have obtained like precious faith with us through the righteousness of God and our Saviour Jesus Christ: | |
| Grace and peace be multiplied unto you through the knowledge of God, and of Jesus our Lord, | |
| According as his divine power hath given unto us all things that [pertain] unto life and godliness, through the knowledge of him that hath called us to glory and virtue: | |
| Whereby are given unto us exceeding great and precious promises: that by these ye might be partakers of the divine nature, having escaped the corruption that is in the world through lust. | |
| And beside this, giving all diligence, add to your faith virtue; and to virtue knowledge; | |
| And to knowledge temperance; and to temperance patience; and to patience godliness; | |
| And to godliness brotherly kindness; and to brotherly kindness charity. | |
| For if these things be in you, and abound, they make [you that ye shall] neither [be] barren nor unfruitful in the knowledge of our Lord Jesus Christ. | |
| But he that lacketh these things is blind, and cannot see afar off, and hath forgotten that he was purged from his old sins. | |
| Wherefore the rather, brethren, give diligence to make your calling and election sure: for if ye do these things, ye shall never fall: | |
| For so an entrance shall be ministered unto you abundantly into the everlasting kingdom of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ. | |
| Wherefore I will not be negligent to put you always in remembrance of these things, though ye know [them], and be established in the present truth. | |
| Yea, I think it meet, as long as I am in this tabernacle, to stir you up by putting [you] in remembrance; | |
| Knowing that shortly I must put off [this] my tabernacle, even as our Lord Jesus Christ hath shewed me. | |
| Moreover I will endeavour that ye may be able after my decease to have these things always in remembrance. | |
| For we have not followed cunningly devised fables, when we made known unto you the power and coming of our Lord Jesus Christ, but were eyewitnesses of his majesty. | |
| For he received from God the Father honour and glory, when there came such a voice to him from the excellent glory, This is my beloved Son, in whom I am well pleased. | |
| And this voice which came from heaven we heard, when we were with him in the holy mount. | |
| We have also a more sure word of prophecy; whereunto ye do well that ye take heed, as unto a light that shineth in a dark place, until the day dawn, and the day star arise in your hearts: | |
| Knowing this first, that no prophecy of the scripture is of any private interpretation. | |
| For the prophecy came not in old time by the will of man: but holy men of God spake [as they were] moved by the Holy Ghost. |
Friday, July 2, 2010
Luke 18
| And he spake a parable unto them [to this end], that men ought always to pray, and not to faint; | |
| Saying, There was in a city a judge, which feared not God, neither regarded man: | |
| And there was a widow in that city; and she came unto him, saying, Avenge me of mine adversary. | |
| And he would not for a while: but afterward he said within himself, Though I fear not God, nor regard man; | |
| Yet because this widow troubleth me, I will avenge her, lest by her continual coming she weary me. | |
| And the Lord said, Hear what the unjust judge saith. | |
| And shall not God avenge his own elect, which cry day and night unto him, though he bear long with them? | |
| I tell you that he will avenge them speedily. Nevertheless when the Son of man cometh, shall he find faith on the earth? | |
| And he spake this parable unto certain which trusted in themselves that they were righteous, and despised others: | |
| Two men went up into the temple to pray; the one a Pharisee, and the other a publican. | |
| The Pharisee stood and prayed thus with himself, God, I thank thee, that I am not as other men [are], extortioners, unjust, adulterers, or even as this publican. | |
| I fast twice in the week, I give tithes of all that I possess. | |
| And the publican, standing afar off, would not lift up so much as [his] eyes unto heaven, but smote upon his breast, saying, God be merciful to me a sinner. | |
| I tell you, this man went down to his house justified [rather] than the other: for every one that exalteth himself shall be abased; and he that humbleth himself shall be exalted. | |
| And they brought unto him also infants, that he would touch them: but when [his] disciples saw [it], they rebuked them. | |
| But Jesus called them [unto him], and said, Suffer little children to come unto me, and forbid them not: for of such is the kingdom of God. | |
| Verily I say unto you, Whosoever shall not receive the kingdom of God as a little child shall in no wise enter therein. | |
| And a certain ruler asked him, saying, Good Master, what shall I do to inherit eternal life? | |
| And Jesus said unto him, Why callest thou me good? none [is] good, save one, [that is], God. | |
| Thou knowest the commandments, Do not commit adultery, Do not kill, Do not steal, Do not bear false witness, Honour thy father and thy mother. | |
| And he said, All these have I kept from my youth up. | |
| Now when Jesus heard these things, he said unto him, Yet lackest thou one thing: sell all that thou hast, and distribute unto the poor, and thou shalt have treasure in heaven: and come, follow me. | |
| And when he heard this, he was very sorrowful: for he was very rich. | |
| And when Jesus saw that he was very sorrowful, he said, How hardly shall they that have riches enter into the kingdom of God! | |
| For it is easier for a camel to go through a needle's eye, than for a rich man to enter into the kingdom of God. | |
| And they that heard [it] said, Who then can be saved? | |
| And he said, The things which are impossible with men are possible with God. | |
| Then Peter said, Lo, we have left all, and followed thee. | |
| And he said unto them, Verily I say unto you, There is no man that hath left house, or parents, or brethren, or wife, or children, for the kingdom of God's sake, | |
| Who shall not receive manifold more in this present time, and in the world to come life everlasting. | |
| Then he took [unto him] the twelve, and said unto them, Behold, we go up to Jerusalem, and all things that are written by the prophets concerning the Son of man shall be accomplished. | |
| For he shall be delivered unto the Gentiles, and shall be mocked, and spitefully entreated, and spitted on: | |
| And they shall scourge [him], and put him to death: and the third day he shall rise again. | |
| And they understood none of these things: and this saying was hid from them, neither knew they the things which were spoken. | |
| And it came to pass, that as he was come nigh unto Jericho, a certain blind man sat by the way side begging: | |
| And hearing the multitude pass by, he asked what it meant. | |
| And they told him, that Jesus of Nazareth passeth by. | |
| And he cried, saying, Jesus, [thou] Son of David, have mercy on me. | |
| And they which went before rebuked him, that he should hold his peace: but he cried so much the more, [Thou] Son of David, have mercy on me. | |
| And Jesus stood, and commanded him to be brought unto him: and when he was come near, he asked him, | |
| Saying, What wilt thou that I shall do unto thee? And he said, Lord, that I may receive my sight. | |
| And Jesus said unto him, Receive thy sight: thy faith hath saved thee. | |
| And immediately he received his sight, and followed him, glorifying God: and all the people, when they saw [it], gave praise unto God. |
Thursday, July 1, 2010
Luke 18: When The Son returns...
I've been meditating and thinking about Luke 18 for the past day. Sometimes, a line of scripture will stand out in my mind's eye, as if that laser finger wrote them on stone, in the mountain of God, and I can't turn it off or look away. That's how many studies begin. I know and accept that it is the Holy Spirit, probably rebuking me, or chastising me. Sometimes, it becomes more evident that it is really quite a blessing. There is only profitable chastening, and always grace with instruction.
So, this portion of the verse in Luke 18:8 kept poking me:
"When the Son of Man cometh, will he find faith on Earth?"
Interestingly, Jesus refers to himself in the mortal context "son of man", not "Son of God."
Many of the Gospel chapters harmonize with eachother, which means that there are multiple versions of the same incident or teaching. But, there are profound verses which stand alone in only one book. For instance, the Sermon on the Mount is found in Matthew, the birth of Jesus in John, and this late teaching sermon in Luke 18. So, we only have this one shot to get it's meaning.
On the surface, the four little parables in Luke 18 seem straight forward, but, they are the opening pages on virtual worlds.
Christ was preparing his Apostles and disciples for His death, and they had so far to go to understand. They had become illustrious through their dear friendship and association with this superstar prophet of the day. They were rock stars. They were prophets. They were revolutionaries.
They argued amongst themselves who would be seated on his right hand. They argued amongst themselves who was the greatest. They were filled with the same confidence we feel knowing the secrets of YHWH revealed. They were possessed by the identical arrogance we possess when we smugly see sinners and those in the dark, understanding that we have a ticket to ride, and a stairway to heaven'ts gates.
Not that they were any worse or better than we are. It's our choice, as was theirs, to follow Jesus Christ, based on hope and faith in God. This is not trivialized. But, like me, they thought they were safe. They felt like they knew the truth. They felt close to Jesus. What could man do to them, when God's own SON was with them?
Like them, reading these darkest of parables in Luke 18, instead of hope, I am filled with an instant despair and pang of separation. I am provoked into anger. Why is it so dark? Why am I brought this close to his face, only to be told I am no more worthy than a worm to enter into God's presence?
All of a sudden, I am not a seer, but, a victim of my own pride and ego, brought down to the pit by the sheer volume of God's sigh.
Luke 18:8...... nevertheless, when the son of man cometh, will there be faith on earth?
Sigh.
I am suddenly in that troupe marching with the Lord, with his beloved Petra and Andrew, John and James, and Matthew, and.... the millions and millions who have followed his words through the darkness of the night, through the hardships of war, persecution, sickness, of hunger, of loss, of despair and with interminable hope of God's mercy and reconciliation.
I am simultaneously exalted and humbled, comforted and torn apart. My emotions are engineered by these words. Sometimes, the totality of Scripture is revealed in a few chapters, or in a line, or in one page, like Luke 18.
This is the beginning of the end, and the end of the beginning. This is literally the road to Calvalry, not just for the Lord, but, for them, and for us, in our own personal journey to the cross.
Yet, they didn't understand. Still, we don't understand. This meant that the Lord spoke these dark words of illumination against a sea of blackness, like the night sky. His words were only points of light, seen, but, not comprehended.
He commences by speaking of the unrighteous judge, who feared not God or man. He begins by telling a parable of a widow who was wronged. This is far from a fairy tale, or a simple homily. This is deeper than any ocean, and blacker than the night sky, even with punctuations of light.
The unrighteous judge is a magistrate who is not moved by awe of God, goodness, evil, or the emotional plight of his subjects. He is only moved to rule after the persistence of an anguished widow who pleads for justice.
18:1- He spake a parable unto them (tto this end) that men aught always to pray, and not to faint.
18:2 Saying, There was in a city a judge, which feared not God, neither regarded man:
18:3
And there was a widow in that city; and she came unto him, saying, Avenge me of mine adversary.
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What a strange analogy to implore them to pray without ceasing. Instead of encouraging them to see God's throne, he brings them into the present to regard a secular magistrate being confronted with the cause of a widow who is wronged.
He isn't struck with mercy or compassion. In fact, he isn't said to be considering the merits of her cause, whether she in fact was wronged, or perhaps, accusing another who was innocent, or victimized by her.
He finally succumbs to her pleas for intervention, out of annoyance, nothing else.
18:4 And he would not for a while: but afterward he said within himself, Though I fear not God, nor regard man
18:5 Yet because this widow troubleth me, I will avenge her, lest by her continual coming she weary me.
The widow can be seen as 1.Israel. 2. The Church, because, although we have joined our hopes to God, as Israel felt their identity was forged through Him, He is in reality, not actually dwelling with us. We are in every sense, more like a widow than a bride, waiting for the hope that surpasses all reasonable human expectations, that through a supernatural event, we will be reconciled once more to the partner we are separated from on this Earth.
It's pretty deep.
The widow's cries are far more than metaphor, in the case of national Israel and the Jewish people. As a figure of millions of souls, the widow's cries echo through the centuries, unheeded. Instead, she is ravaged through invaders, chased into the wilderness, oppressed and persecuted. Neither man, nor God is impressed, or lends a hand.
18:6 And the Lord said, Hear what the unjust judge saith.
18:7 And shall not God avenge his own elect, which cry day and night unto him, though he bear long with them?
So, this portion of the verse in Luke 18:8 kept poking me:
"When the Son of Man cometh, will he find faith on Earth?"
Interestingly, Jesus refers to himself in the mortal context "son of man", not "Son of God."
Many of the Gospel chapters harmonize with eachother, which means that there are multiple versions of the same incident or teaching. But, there are profound verses which stand alone in only one book. For instance, the Sermon on the Mount is found in Matthew, the birth of Jesus in John, and this late teaching sermon in Luke 18. So, we only have this one shot to get it's meaning.
On the surface, the four little parables in Luke 18 seem straight forward, but, they are the opening pages on virtual worlds.
Christ was preparing his Apostles and disciples for His death, and they had so far to go to understand. They had become illustrious through their dear friendship and association with this superstar prophet of the day. They were rock stars. They were prophets. They were revolutionaries.
They argued amongst themselves who would be seated on his right hand. They argued amongst themselves who was the greatest. They were filled with the same confidence we feel knowing the secrets of YHWH revealed. They were possessed by the identical arrogance we possess when we smugly see sinners and those in the dark, understanding that we have a ticket to ride, and a stairway to heaven'ts gates.
Not that they were any worse or better than we are. It's our choice, as was theirs, to follow Jesus Christ, based on hope and faith in God. This is not trivialized. But, like me, they thought they were safe. They felt like they knew the truth. They felt close to Jesus. What could man do to them, when God's own SON was with them?
Like them, reading these darkest of parables in Luke 18, instead of hope, I am filled with an instant despair and pang of separation. I am provoked into anger. Why is it so dark? Why am I brought this close to his face, only to be told I am no more worthy than a worm to enter into God's presence?
All of a sudden, I am not a seer, but, a victim of my own pride and ego, brought down to the pit by the sheer volume of God's sigh.
Luke 18:8...... nevertheless, when the son of man cometh, will there be faith on earth?
Sigh.
I am suddenly in that troupe marching with the Lord, with his beloved Petra and Andrew, John and James, and Matthew, and.... the millions and millions who have followed his words through the darkness of the night, through the hardships of war, persecution, sickness, of hunger, of loss, of despair and with interminable hope of God's mercy and reconciliation.
I am simultaneously exalted and humbled, comforted and torn apart. My emotions are engineered by these words. Sometimes, the totality of Scripture is revealed in a few chapters, or in a line, or in one page, like Luke 18.
This is the beginning of the end, and the end of the beginning. This is literally the road to Calvalry, not just for the Lord, but, for them, and for us, in our own personal journey to the cross.
Yet, they didn't understand. Still, we don't understand. This meant that the Lord spoke these dark words of illumination against a sea of blackness, like the night sky. His words were only points of light, seen, but, not comprehended.
He commences by speaking of the unrighteous judge, who feared not God or man. He begins by telling a parable of a widow who was wronged. This is far from a fairy tale, or a simple homily. This is deeper than any ocean, and blacker than the night sky, even with punctuations of light.
The unrighteous judge is a magistrate who is not moved by awe of God, goodness, evil, or the emotional plight of his subjects. He is only moved to rule after the persistence of an anguished widow who pleads for justice.
18:1- He spake a parable unto them (tto this end) that men aught always to pray, and not to faint.
18:2 Saying, There was in a city a judge, which feared not God, neither regarded man:
18:3
And there was a widow in that city; and she came unto him, saying, Avenge me of mine adversary.
-------------------------------------------------------
What a strange analogy to implore them to pray without ceasing. Instead of encouraging them to see God's throne, he brings them into the present to regard a secular magistrate being confronted with the cause of a widow who is wronged.
He isn't struck with mercy or compassion. In fact, he isn't said to be considering the merits of her cause, whether she in fact was wronged, or perhaps, accusing another who was innocent, or victimized by her.
He finally succumbs to her pleas for intervention, out of annoyance, nothing else.
18:4 And he would not for a while: but afterward he said within himself, Though I fear not God, nor regard man
18:5 Yet because this widow troubleth me, I will avenge her, lest by her continual coming she weary me.
The widow can be seen as 1.Israel. 2. The Church, because, although we have joined our hopes to God, as Israel felt their identity was forged through Him, He is in reality, not actually dwelling with us. We are in every sense, more like a widow than a bride, waiting for the hope that surpasses all reasonable human expectations, that through a supernatural event, we will be reconciled once more to the partner we are separated from on this Earth.
It's pretty deep.
The widow's cries are far more than metaphor, in the case of national Israel and the Jewish people. As a figure of millions of souls, the widow's cries echo through the centuries, unheeded. Instead, she is ravaged through invaders, chased into the wilderness, oppressed and persecuted. Neither man, nor God is impressed, or lends a hand.
Christ's use of the metaphor "widow" is indeed blacker than night. He was with the bridal party, celebrating. They were marching into Jerusalem, God's footstool. His followers were ecstatic, not in mourning. Here, he begins the final lessons, and these were meant to strip us bare, lay us low, destroy us, in order to recreate us into the image of Christ, son of God, son of man.
Imagine the confusion of hearing, not victory cries, but, the foreboding lecture of both hope and cold reality of the suffering that awaits all who follow him on the road.
18:6 And the Lord said, Hear what the unjust judge saith.
18:7 And shall not God avenge his own elect, which cry day and night unto him, though he bear long with them?
There will be some who will say to me, that I look too deeply into this well, but, I believe there is no end to the depth intended. I can only scratch the surface, and I may be wrong on some level.
On a confident level, however, I can see the basic symbology of the judge, widow, offense and justice, as well as the contrast with the righteousness of God, His discernment, and His patience with us, even if it's masked with the impatience of the worldly judge.
The widow is an obvious metaphor for Israel. God's chosen people and their Land of Promise is oft cloaked in feminine context. Called, "The Bride", or "The WHore", or "The Betrothed" and now "The WIDOW", because her legacy is shut down through the injustice of her adversary. In this instance, she is an occupied land, devoid of king, devoid of dignity, just another spec on the map, and one more territorial colonies of the great empire of Rome.
Her messianic hope is recognized in the son of King David, Jesus Christ, but, instead of allowing himself to be crowned, he eschews the honor, crushing their hopes, confusing them. They didn't expect this.
Christ is described as being from nobodies, but, they were the royal seed, both Joseph and Mary. Generations of the blood of kings ended with their birth. Through Mary, Christ was related to David, and through adoption by Joseph, he was Solomon's heir.
Many see Christ as homely, but, I see him as classically built, exactly a replica of King David, ruddy and beautiful. This is not an accident. This is who David saw. This seems appropriate, because, this was how the people saw him presented, as King David.
He had to have a special appearance, as well as that mystical presence. The thick reddish hair stood out, and his handsome face created an attraction. It's not likely primitive people would have fallen in love with a troll, especially worldly people of his day who followed him.
He had to have a special appearance, as well as that mystical presence. The thick reddish hair stood out, and his handsome face created an attraction. It's not likely primitive people would have fallen in love with a troll, especially worldly people of his day who followed him.
His followers were very worldly. Even his most ardent followers were not sophisticated enough to grasp the depths of mystical messages.
He was a romantic figure, in every way. If not, why did his detractors bitch and moan about his allowing young loose women fauning on him, touching him, sitting at his feet? If he was hideous, they would see something different. The truth is that at 30, he was at the peak of maturity, yet, still young enough to possess the heart of lovers.
He was the image of Solomon's bridegroom, and that's who they perceived. Yet, here they thought they were going to a wedding feast, but, his words imparted an image of a persecuted and wailing widow crying for justice. He was telling them to see themselves and see what they were entering.
He was not speaking of victory, but, of being put to death, and preparing them to see themselves as the most helpless citizens in their midst, the widow denied her inheritance.
Yet, here's where there is the firmament of lights like pinholes in the black night, when he reassures them that God, who IS righteous and merciful, WILL avenge them.
Still, how crushing to feel on that spiritual high, walking down the path with Jesus Christ, only to be brought down to the dust, told in an offhand way that the trouble you've seen, ain't nothing to what lies ahead.
One of my problems with going to Christian fellowship in our day, is this naivity I perceive, which is fine for them, but, not for me. These good people, nevertheless, are blessed, yet, I think they feed on eachother's worldliness and carnal delights. I don't mean sexually, but, carnality is whatever excites the body, and there's a contact high in church that centers on the celebratory aspects of being part of this exclusive Christ family.
It's fun. They claim this promise, rebuke that demon, and bestow upon eachother many blessings, mostly from thin air, exalting God, praising God, so who am I to have such a morbid seriousness about salvation? I'm a party pooper. I'm a dark soul, and that's why I stand out. I get kicked out, shunned, and they always get around to seeing demons in me. So, I stay the hell away from church. They are afraid of me, and their naivity scares me even more.
It's fun. They claim this promise, rebuke that demon, and bestow upon eachother many blessings, mostly from thin air, exalting God, praising God, so who am I to have such a morbid seriousness about salvation? I'm a party pooper. I'm a dark soul, and that's why I stand out. I get kicked out, shunned, and they always get around to seeing demons in me. So, I stay the hell away from church. They are afraid of me, and their naivity scares me even more.
Maybe because of my background and history, salvation is a dark path, not the yellow brick road. It's more like a walk in the woods, beautiful and inspirational on the surface, but, also, menacing and sinister because I'm out of my element, and there are hidden dangers that are not seen, but, perceived.
Because of this, when in church, they read this opening passage in Luke 18, they are comforted, but, I am deeply disturbed and fearful. They see the message as being plain and clear: If the ungodly judge hears the widow's plea and grants her desire, through persistence, then, your heavenly Father will have an infinitely more swift inclination to hear your prayer, so, be encouraged.
The majority of Christendom is comforted by the next line, but, to me, it is a veil of mystery and terror:
18:8 I tell you that he will avenge them speedily. Nevertheless when the Son of man cometh, shall he find faith on the earth?
When I say it bothers me, I mean that I have spent countless hours studying the words, as if by understanding each context, the veil will lift high enough for me to peek inside, so the fear will be quelled by the brightness of knowing the mystery.
I have studied the Greek words, studied how they were used in every other passage in the New Testament, seen how the corresponding Hebrew words were used in the Tanakh.
Still, the words come in the night to awaken me with fear and dread. Salvation is a hard road, not that yellow brick road we've been led to believe we're supposed to skip down singing, claiming microwave ovens and big flat screen tvs.
When I hear his words, I am someone in that entourage, maybe even second tier, behind Lazarus and Mary and Martha, all with flowers in their hair, singing "Hosanna"
and skipping with innocence.
It is the way he says these words that are the equivalent of a shockwave. He is not claiming to be the Messiah, firstly. but, the "son of man." It would take a thousand pages to explain this adequately, so, here's the ten cent interpretation. "Son of man" is a title used to designate our kinship with Adam, literally being interpreted, "son of Adam". So, he is "son of Adam," human being.
Shockwave number 2 is that he speaks of his "coming back" again. This is linear to the image of the bridegroom, who customarily left the fiancee to build a home of their own. When this was accomplished, he came again to retrieve her, and this was when the wedding took place.
To dispel the image of "happily ever after," shockwave number 3, is the line "When the son of man cometh, will he find faith on earth?"
It's no longer a "Christian world" by majority. In fact, Christ is being replaced rapidly, even in the families of formerly CHristian lineages. Humanism is the main adversary, along with the choice of a plethora of other more carnally appealing faiths, such as Buddhism, Hinduism, or strangely enough, Judaism (Babylonian style, not Old Testament)...
There are still approximately 1 billion professed Christians in the world, so, how could Christ find no faith on Earth, if he came back to us?
There are two possibilities which exist in the realm of exegesic textual interpretations. First, the hope of a calling out, beaming up, colloquially known by our generation as a "Rapture." I join my brethren in hoping this is why there are no Christians left when he again sets foot in Jerusalem.
The other possibility is that Christians will be slaughtered, so that is the message. It coincides with the altar of souls crying out to God beckoning Him to avenge their genocide.
One other concurrent possibility overlaps these two, which is that in the judgement of the church, in the Book of Revelation, the Church of Laodicea seems to represent the ultimate decay in spiritual substance of the latter day church. They participate in the sabbaths, such as they are (on the Roman day Sunday, not the original Sabbath.) They partake of Christmas, a pagan ceremony designed to provoke God. They feel secure in their worldly comfort and spiritual safety net by wearing the cross, not living the cross. They are certain of being saved, but, they are doomed. They are actually without faith, and are spewed out.
Does this describe me? It describes most of us, as painful as that is to hear, and we've been warned to take it seriously. It's our imperative to work out our own salvation with fear and trembling, not being oblivious to sin and temptation, or cloaking our bodies with material things and feeling blessed. It's not the possessions or wealth which damns us, but, our abandonment of Christ's mission, and denying the Holy Spirit.
I'm certainly not trying to be, or to sound, holier than thou, because, that's the antithesis to my journey. I accept that I am saved by grace, by the skin of my teeth, and it's an ongoing process. I believe I deserve to go to Hell, or to be more precise, not worthy of entering the gates where Christ, the Lamb of God, and the Holy Angels dwell.
But, I'm terrified of how fast things are turning prophetically bad. While driving today, I was listening to the radio, and on an otherwise conservative chat show, they were marveling about how soon we will be required to have chips placed in our hands, or in our heads. They were laughing about it. LAUGHING!
This is far from a laughing matter. This is the MARK OF THE BEAST in literal form. The mark is generally a symbolic form of obedience to the world system, symbolically represented in the NT as Rome, and Nero Caesar, the figure for the first Antichrist 666.
The final Antichrist isn't here yet, as far as I know. While the shill in the leader's position is a component of the final coalition of evildoers, he's not actually the man of sin, the ultimate incarnation of that spirit.
Hitler was possessed, like Nero. So, he is yet to be seen, but, the system is being rapidly devised. The nations are aligning into Groups of eight, groups of twenty, G8, G20, etc., all cohesively being compressed into a one-world government. That's why the puppet in office is pushing these agendas so rapidly.
The demon's time is short, and while we may not see the ultimate Hitler/Caesar/666, the throne is sitting in our midsts, and the mark of the beast is obvious.
How many Christians will allow those chips to be put into their children's heads and hands? Oh, they'll believe it will keep them safe, with all the GPS info, so bad guys can't steal them away, and their medical info will be easily available. They'll buy into the idea, even very devout Christians.
They will lose their salvation instantly. There is NO GETTING REDEMPTION ONCE YOU ARE CHIPPED. MAKE NO MISTAKE ABOUT THIS. It is not only written, but, warned explicitly. We are without excuse.
So, what do we do if we're here and it's required? Rebel.
Get off the grid now. I know it's hard, but, do it anyway. Peel off all the material needs and learn to live off the grid. Otherwise, you will be forced to stand up to them, and may be imprisoned, killed, or forced to get the chip.
The chip is instant eternal damnation. I don't know why that is, but, it is written, so, I take it seriously.
It is no laughing matter, and it is within a year or two of being policy with this clown puppet in office in this country, and with the world government in place.
When Christ returns, will there be faith on earth? If he returns and all church members are chipped, then, there will be the abomination of desolation. He told us to refuse the mark, and if we allow it, it is the same as eating the forbidden fruit. We are told to die rather than get it.
WIll you be willing to die for Christ. Will you be willing to let your children die, rather than being damned by getting chipped, or will you accept the chip, like the Jews allowed the Gestapo to put stars on their chests while they marched them to the death camps?
Understand this. While we don't know the exact date of Christ's return, the day they force us to be chipped, the message is clear that there is less than 42 months left before Christ comes back. Will you gain the world and lose your soul all for 42 lousy months under a Hitler leader, or even a rotten leader like that rat in office?
So, I am scared by the darkness, hopeful of the light returning, but, he doesn't return with good cheer. The day of the Lord is a day of punishment towards the world, and I want to be found without the chip. I'm scared about it. I've been scared about it for 25 years!
That's right. 25 years ago, we were told about the chip, and we knew it was a matter of time, in our lifetimes, and here it is coming. I've tried to prepare all my life for this period. I didn't have kids because I didn't want to subject them to this terror, worse than the Nazis were. I didn't want to be dragged down, because, while I can resist the chips, how can I subject my kids to the punishments? The Nazis never went away. They are here, goose-stepping, hunting for us right now. They are cranking out the chips, and every Christian soul is a target, like the Jews were in the 40s.
I get overwhelmed by this subject. Help us Lord. Help me Lord to overcome. Help my brethren to understand, and have the stuff of martyrs. Give us that strength and clarity. Give us that sober and serious understanding, not this fluffy Christmas Easter egg mythology. We face our foe before the sword of Michael, and let your armor protect us, while your Spirit gives us the power to survive and retain our salvation by the blood of the Lamb
It's no longer a "Christian world" by majority. In fact, Christ is being replaced rapidly, even in the families of formerly CHristian lineages. Humanism is the main adversary, along with the choice of a plethora of other more carnally appealing faiths, such as Buddhism, Hinduism, or strangely enough, Judaism (Babylonian style, not Old Testament)...
There are still approximately 1 billion professed Christians in the world, so, how could Christ find no faith on Earth, if he came back to us?
There are two possibilities which exist in the realm of exegesic textual interpretations. First, the hope of a calling out, beaming up, colloquially known by our generation as a "Rapture." I join my brethren in hoping this is why there are no Christians left when he again sets foot in Jerusalem.
The other possibility is that Christians will be slaughtered, so that is the message. It coincides with the altar of souls crying out to God beckoning Him to avenge their genocide.
One other concurrent possibility overlaps these two, which is that in the judgement of the church, in the Book of Revelation, the Church of Laodicea seems to represent the ultimate decay in spiritual substance of the latter day church. They participate in the sabbaths, such as they are (on the Roman day Sunday, not the original Sabbath.) They partake of Christmas, a pagan ceremony designed to provoke God. They feel secure in their worldly comfort and spiritual safety net by wearing the cross, not living the cross. They are certain of being saved, but, they are doomed. They are actually without faith, and are spewed out.
Does this describe me? It describes most of us, as painful as that is to hear, and we've been warned to take it seriously. It's our imperative to work out our own salvation with fear and trembling, not being oblivious to sin and temptation, or cloaking our bodies with material things and feeling blessed. It's not the possessions or wealth which damns us, but, our abandonment of Christ's mission, and denying the Holy Spirit.
I'm certainly not trying to be, or to sound, holier than thou, because, that's the antithesis to my journey. I accept that I am saved by grace, by the skin of my teeth, and it's an ongoing process. I believe I deserve to go to Hell, or to be more precise, not worthy of entering the gates where Christ, the Lamb of God, and the Holy Angels dwell.
But, I'm terrified of how fast things are turning prophetically bad. While driving today, I was listening to the radio, and on an otherwise conservative chat show, they were marveling about how soon we will be required to have chips placed in our hands, or in our heads. They were laughing about it. LAUGHING!
This is far from a laughing matter. This is the MARK OF THE BEAST in literal form. The mark is generally a symbolic form of obedience to the world system, symbolically represented in the NT as Rome, and Nero Caesar, the figure for the first Antichrist 666.
The final Antichrist isn't here yet, as far as I know. While the shill in the leader's position is a component of the final coalition of evildoers, he's not actually the man of sin, the ultimate incarnation of that spirit.
Hitler was possessed, like Nero. So, he is yet to be seen, but, the system is being rapidly devised. The nations are aligning into Groups of eight, groups of twenty, G8, G20, etc., all cohesively being compressed into a one-world government. That's why the puppet in office is pushing these agendas so rapidly.
The demon's time is short, and while we may not see the ultimate Hitler/Caesar/666, the throne is sitting in our midsts, and the mark of the beast is obvious.
How many Christians will allow those chips to be put into their children's heads and hands? Oh, they'll believe it will keep them safe, with all the GPS info, so bad guys can't steal them away, and their medical info will be easily available. They'll buy into the idea, even very devout Christians.
They will lose their salvation instantly. There is NO GETTING REDEMPTION ONCE YOU ARE CHIPPED. MAKE NO MISTAKE ABOUT THIS. It is not only written, but, warned explicitly. We are without excuse.
So, what do we do if we're here and it's required? Rebel.
Get off the grid now. I know it's hard, but, do it anyway. Peel off all the material needs and learn to live off the grid. Otherwise, you will be forced to stand up to them, and may be imprisoned, killed, or forced to get the chip.
The chip is instant eternal damnation. I don't know why that is, but, it is written, so, I take it seriously.
It is no laughing matter, and it is within a year or two of being policy with this clown puppet in office in this country, and with the world government in place.
When Christ returns, will there be faith on earth? If he returns and all church members are chipped, then, there will be the abomination of desolation. He told us to refuse the mark, and if we allow it, it is the same as eating the forbidden fruit. We are told to die rather than get it.
WIll you be willing to die for Christ. Will you be willing to let your children die, rather than being damned by getting chipped, or will you accept the chip, like the Jews allowed the Gestapo to put stars on their chests while they marched them to the death camps?
Understand this. While we don't know the exact date of Christ's return, the day they force us to be chipped, the message is clear that there is less than 42 months left before Christ comes back. Will you gain the world and lose your soul all for 42 lousy months under a Hitler leader, or even a rotten leader like that rat in office?
So, I am scared by the darkness, hopeful of the light returning, but, he doesn't return with good cheer. The day of the Lord is a day of punishment towards the world, and I want to be found without the chip. I'm scared about it. I've been scared about it for 25 years!
That's right. 25 years ago, we were told about the chip, and we knew it was a matter of time, in our lifetimes, and here it is coming. I've tried to prepare all my life for this period. I didn't have kids because I didn't want to subject them to this terror, worse than the Nazis were. I didn't want to be dragged down, because, while I can resist the chips, how can I subject my kids to the punishments? The Nazis never went away. They are here, goose-stepping, hunting for us right now. They are cranking out the chips, and every Christian soul is a target, like the Jews were in the 40s.
I get overwhelmed by this subject. Help us Lord. Help me Lord to overcome. Help my brethren to understand, and have the stuff of martyrs. Give us that strength and clarity. Give us that sober and serious understanding, not this fluffy Christmas Easter egg mythology. We face our foe before the sword of Michael, and let your armor protect us, while your Spirit gives us the power to survive and retain our salvation by the blood of the Lamb
of God. In Jesus' Name, our hope is in the truth, the light, and the hope of salvation with eternal reconciliation with God, our Father, the King of the Universe, and the Creator.
(to be contd)
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