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15

Apr

Feasts, Fulfillment & Confusion


Happy Passover to all of my Judeo-Christian friends!

Passover: An Everlasting Ordinance

Now before you go all hyper-grace, anti-Old-Testament on me like one random tweeter, let’s do what I always do: take it to the Word.

Now the blood shall be a sign for you on the houses where you are. And when I see the blood, I will pass over you; and the plague shall not be on you to destroy you when I strike the land of Egypt. So this day shall be to you a memorial; and you shall keep it as a feast to the Lord throughout your generations. You shall keep it as a feast by an everlasting ordinance. (Exodus 12:13, 14 emphasis mine)

Twice in the above passage it states the longevity of the feast celebration. And later in verses 17 and 24, God via Moses, re-emphasizes that this is to be a continual, ongoing celebration and remembrance.

It doesn’t say keep the feast until you decide not to.

It doesn’t say keep the feast until I send the Messiah.

It doesn’t say keep the feast until this dispensation [of the Law] is over.

It says,

You SHALL keep it as a feast…throughout your generations…an everlasting ordinance.

Hmmm, He didn’t mince words did He?

Friends, we are to keep the feasts of Israel. Why?? Because they’re not the feasts of the Old Testament: they’re the feasts of God. And He changes not (Malachi 3:6).

Speak to the children of Israel, and say to them: “The feasts of the Lord, which you shall proclaim to be holy convocations, these are My feasts.” (Leviticus 23:2)



Passover in the New Testament

In the Gospels, we see Jesus celebrating the Passover with His disciples (Matthew 26:17-30; Mark 14:12-26; Luke 22:7-38; John 13:1-17:26). And as a Jew, He would have kept the feasts with all the other Jews in Jerusalem three times a year. And funnily enough, Jesus didn’t say, “A new commandment I give you: do away with Passover and the other feasts!” No! He upgraded the feast.

And as they were eating, Jesus took bread, blessed and broke it, and gave it to the disciples and said, “Take, eat; this is My body.”Then He took the cup, and gave thanks, and gave it to them, saying, “Drink from it, all of you. For this is My blood of the new covenant, which is shed for many for the remission of sins. (Matthew 26:26-28)

What was once known as Passover the the Israelites is what we Christians celebrate as the Lord’s Supper a.k.a. Communion. And I might point out, we still eat the “unleavened bread.” Sounds Jewish if you ask me!

And Jesus didn’t stop there. Not only did He upgrade the feast in name, but He did so in act. Whereas the Jews had to take a literal lamb and slay it on a yearly basis, Jesus became the eternal Passover Lamb.

Old Testament:

Then Moses called for all the elders of Israel and said to them, “Pick out and take lambs for yourselves according to your families, and kill the Passover lamb.” (Exodus 12:21)

New Testament:

All who dwell on the earth will worship him, whose names have not been written in the Book of Life of the Lamb slain from the foundation of the world. (Revelation 13:8)

(See also Revelation 5:6, 12-13.)

The infinitely divine foresight of God foresaw the need for a permanent fix to our sin-sick situation. Pretty little earthly lambs wouldn’t cut it forever.

Later, the Apostle Paul expounded on this upgraded feast:

For I received from the Lord that which I also delivered to you: that the Lord Jesus on the same night in which He was betrayed took bread; and when He had given thanks, He broke it and said, “Take, eat; this is My body which is broken for you; do this in remembrance of Me.” In the same manner He also took the cup after supper, saying, “This cup is the new covenant in My blood. This do, as often as you drink it, in remembrance of Me.” For as often as you eat this bread and drink this cup, you proclaim the Lord’s death till He comes. (I Corinthians 11:23-26)

And we see another common thread: the continual “keeping” of this ordinance.

            For as often as you eat this bread and drink this cup, you proclaim the Lord’s death till      He comes.

And therein lies the answer to the eternal Feasts question:

We are to celebrate it. We are to celebrate it as often as we want. And we are to celebrate it until Jesus comes back.



The Fulfillment of the Old, Upgrade to the New

This should be a pretty easy concept to digest, but with all of these false doctrines and replacement theologies floating around, people run from the Jewish feasts and overall connection to the people and the Old Testament like it’s the plague. (That is, until David or one of the prophets says something they like. Then they claim it like nobody’s business. *smh*)

The truth of the matter is. The Church doesn’t overshadow, negate, cancel out, override, or eradicate the Jewish people’s position in God’s eye or the ongoing importance of the Old Testament.

The New Testament does not negate the Old Testament, it fulfills it.

Grace does not negate the Law, it fulfills it.

The spirit of the Old Testament and the Law—which is the Spirit of God—remains the same. Which is why the apostles continually referred to it.

…But as He who called you is holy, you also be holy in all your conduct, because it is written, “Be holy, for I am holy.” (I Peter 1:15-16 quoting Leviticus 11:44, 45; 19:2, 20:7)

Woe to you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! For you pay tithe of mint and anise and cummin, and have neglected the weightier matters of the law: justice and mercy and faith. These you ought to have done, without leaving the others undone. (Matthew 23:23 referring to Genesis 14:18-20, Leviticus 27:30, Numbers 18:24, Nehemiah 10:35-38, Malachi 3:10, etc.)

But Peter, standing up with the eleven, raised his voice and said to them, “Men of Judea and all who dwell in Jerusalem, let this be known to you, and heed my words. For these are not drunk, as you suppose… But this is what was spoken by the prophet Joel: ‘And it shall come to pass in the last days, says God, that I will pour out of My Spirit on all flesh; your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, your young men shall see visions, your old men shall dream dreams. And on My menservants and on My maidservants I will pour out My Spirit in those days; and they shall prophesy.’” (Acts 2:14-18, 14-21 for full context, quoting Joel 2:28-32)

And just in case you still have any qualms about it, Jesus flat out says this:

Do not think that I came to destroy the Law or the Prophets. I did not come to destroy but to fulfill. For assuredly, I say to you, till heaven and earth pass away, one jot or one tittle will by no means pass from the law till all is fulfilled. Whoever therefore breaks one of the least of these commandments, and teaches men so, shall be called least in the kingdom of heaven; but whoever does and teaches them, he shall be called great in the kingdom of heaven. For I say to you, that unless your righteousness exceeds the righteousness of the scribes and Pharisees, you will by no means enter the kingdom of heaven. (Matthew 5:17-20 emphasis mine)

Any questions??



The Church vs. Israel

Bottom line: the Church will not be ready for Christ’s return until it fully embraces Israel and the Feasts of God. Remember, salvation is first to the Jews. AND THEN everyone else.

            …For salvation is of the Jews. (John 4:22)

For I am not ashamed of the gospel of Christ, for it is the power of God to salvation for everyone who believes, for the Jew first and also for the Greek. (Romans 1:16)

But you shall receive power when the Holy Spirit has come upon you; and you shall be witnesses to Me in Jerusalem, and in all Judea and Samaria, and to the end of the earth. (Acts 1:8)

And it is through the Jews, namely Abraham, that we are blessed.

Christ has redeemed us from the curse of the law, having become a curse for us (for it is written, “Cursed is everyone who hangs on a tree”), that the blessing of Abraham might come upon the Gentiles in Christ Jesus, that we might receive the promise of the Spirit through faith.

Brethren, I speak in the manner of men: Though it is only a man’s covenant, yet if it is confirmed, no one annuls or adds to it. Now to Abraham and his Seed were the promises made. He does not say, “And to seeds,” as of many, but as of one, “And to your Seed,”who is Christ. And this I say, that the law, which was four hundred and thirty years later, cannot annul the covenant that was confirmed before by God in Christ, that it should make the promise of no effect. For if the inheritance is of the law, it is no longer of promise; but God gave it to Abraham by promise….

For you are all sons of God through faith in Christ Jesus. For as many of you as were baptized into Christ have put on Christ….And if you are Christ’s, then you are Abraham’s seed, and heirs according to the promise. (Galatians 3:13-18, 26-27, 29)

We as God’s children cannot effectively “find our way” to heaven if we try to discredit, forsake, and overlook God’s other child—our brother, Israel.

So with that said, will you be celebrating Passover this year?

For more on this topic, look up Dr. Renny McLean and Perry Stone!

08

Apr

Monthly Review (March)


I wasn’t going to post the monthly goals review for March. That was until I got an inbox message on Facebook with a faithful reader nicely demanding for it, lol. j/k You see, I wasn’t going to post this time because for the last month I had one very personal, yet very real goal: to stay sane.



1) Stayed Sane.

See item #2 from last month’s goals review.

I asked myself which of the two was most important: making money or staying sane? Obviously, I chose staying sane. (And it should be noted, that if you can’t stay sane, you won’t be able to make money.) That said, I’m very happy to announce that this, my most important goal, was abundantly accomplished. I am, as the old folks would say, “clothed and in my right mind.” Praise the Lord from Whom all blessings flow. I’m a little worse for wear, but God is a Healer. And now I’m moving on.



2) Wrote the First Chapter to My New Book.

Per my last item, this was not at all something I set out to do. Yet in reading my new adopted big brother Sean Smith’s book, I Am Your Sign, I knew by Chapter 2, what I needed to write for the first chapter of my newest book. Apparently, this is turning out to be one of those sporadic, nothing-but-God projects and another proof that you can’t predict how God will work for or move through you.

You see, I wrote all 305 pages of Kingdom Mandates in two days shy of one month. (May 2012). I wrote the outline and two days later, started the manuscript. I became more of a hermit than I already am in this season of life, and just did it all at once.

However, this current project has been ENTIRELY different. I knew the gist of what I had to write, but felt no sense of urgency when I got the idea over a year ago. But the chapters for this project seem to come as suddenly as the entire concept for Kingdom Mandates. (Hint: Look out for the next Monthly Goals Review! *wink, wink*)



3) Wrote the First Draft to a New Children’s Book.

I also wrote the first draft to a children’s book I’ve been brooding over for a bit. It’s a funny story really. Someone asked an essay question in one of my Facebook writing groups and it was, “How do you cook a dragon?” As I’m sure you could imagine, all of us fantastical beings went to work describing it in the comments section below.

But it really got me thinking. What would that be like, really? So I wrote a multiple page essay, for fun, entitled “How to Cook a Dragon.” It was wonderful! And then by some stroke of malevolence in the world, it was deleted, never to be found again. *sad face*

But this March, I recalled my memories and put it into a manuscript! It still needs some work (one draft is never enough), but it’s a definite start in the right direction!

So what did you accomplish in the last month??

26

Mar

I’m Gay and Proud!!!!


Yes, you read that correctly. I’m gay. So please tell me how wonderfully courageous I am for coming “out” and letting you in on this big secret. Please tell me how wonderful it is that I’ve finally accepted myself. Now accept me. And don’t just accept me, don’t just tolerate me, but you MUST celebrate me. Yes!! Take out those rainbow coloured streamers, sparkly confetti, and show me those spirit fingers as you shout your undying support of me.

WHAT.ON.EARTH. have we come to in America (or whatever country you live in) when this is the norm? (Excuse me. The projected “norm.”) When this is how we treat these situations? I’ll tell you. We’ve come to an extremely godless place, devoid of Truth and righteousness, with darkened, depraved minds.

As I’m sure you now understand (and hopefully forever will), I am not now, nor have I have I ever been, nor will I ever be in the blessed name of Jesus gay.

And before you call me a basher, bigot, or another b-word I won’t spell out here, please understand that I have nothing against gay people, rainbows (God created them!), streamers, confetti, and I love a good set of spirit fingers and jazz hands just for good measure. (How can I not, I’m an avowed, unabashed choir nerd!)



However, what I hate, loathe, and despise is this sick godless mindset of liberals and even those who may not be liberal, yet lack simple Biblical understanding.

Ignorance is NOT of God.

Since when do we celebrate people for embracing and “owning” their brokenness?

When someone gets their leg broken, we take them to the doctor.

When someone is diagnosed with a mental illness, we take them to a psychiatrist (psychologist?) or cast the devil out of them, depending on our belief system.

When someone is born with or develops a disease, we take them to the hospital to get treated.

And when someone molests, rapes, abuses, or murders and adult or child, we put their tails in jail.

Whether physical, emotional, or mental, when something is broken, we don’t celebrate it, we fix it. So why do we celebrate homosexuality? Bisexuality? Panssexuality? Polygamy? Polyamority? It’s because our society as well as the people involved in these acts are broken.

And just in case you think I’m singling homosexuals out or making it out to be the unpardonable sin (and it most certainly is not), let’s switch the the broader, pervading issue: SIN.

Yes, I said it. Homosexuality and any sexual behaviour outside of God’s confines—marriage between one man and one woman—is sin.

And so is fornication.

Lying.

Embezzling.

Drunkenness.

And even saying nothing when we hear or see or know that wrong is being done. All are sin.

All are displeasing to God and thus, create a barrier between ourselves and Him.

The Apostle Paul said:

            …For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God… (Romans 3:23)

There you have it. However “big” or “small” our sin is, it is the same in God’s eyes. It all keeps us from Him. Not from His love, of course. Nothing can separate us from that. However, we are separated from His presence, from His voice.

God doesn’t rejoice in our choice to sin. He grieves it. And the Word tells us specifically to not grieve the Holy Spirit. In fact, EVERY TIME we sin, it’s like we nail Jesus to the cross all over again. Can you imagine being crucified?? Now imagine that feeling multiple times a day. Now multiply that by the amount of people in the world. Now, you’re able to have an inkling of an imagined idea of what Jesus must feel every time we sin.

Again, God knows that through our sin, we CHOOSE to separate ourselves from Him in this life and—whether or not you believe in the afterlife—in the next as well.

Make no mistake. The wages of sin IS death. But God offers us an alternative.

For the wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord. (Romans 6:23)

Jesus said it a different way.

The thief (Satan) does not come except to steal, and to kill, and to destroy. I (Jesus) have come that they may have life, and that they may have it more abundantly. (John 10:10 emphasis mine)

If we allow ourselves to be swindled by the Ultimate Sinner and Thief, Satan—the accuser of the brethren—then we enable his ability to steal, kill, and destroy in our life. Living a life of sin, is exactly that.

And please don’t get this twisted.

Just because you may FEEL like you’re successful, runnin “thangs,” or “sittin’ on top of the world” as Brandy once sang, it’s all a ruse. It’s a pretty cage to keep you in because if you die in that unrepentant state, it’s all over.

For what shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul? (Mark 8:36)

No do-overs. No reincarnation. Just the most excruciatingly painful living death you could ever imagine for all eternity. Is that really what you want?

And as it is appointed unto men once to die, but after this the judgment… (Hebrews 9:27)

You can say you don’t believe in God or Satan, Heaven or Hell, or right or wrong, but is that really a chance you want to take?

If I were a betting woman, and I’m not thanks to my betting games in high school French class and the crazed, screaming monster it turned me into, I wouldn’t even take that chance. I really wouldn’t.

Jesus quoted the Prophet Isaiah stating,

The Spirit of the Lord is upon Me, because He has anointed Me to preach the gospel to the poor; He has sent Me to heal the brokenhearted,to proclaim liberty to the captives and recovery of sight to the blind, to set at liberty those who are oppressed; to proclaim the acceptable year of the Lord. (Luke 4:18, 19; Isaiah 61:1-2)

This is a declaration of victory over the enemy in our lives if we will accept it. According to 1 John 3:8, Jesus came to destroy the works of the enemy.

For this purpose the Son of God was manifested, that He might destroy the works of the devil.

It was the very reason He put on our earthly flesh and dwelt among us (see John 1). However, after the victory is declared, captives must still be set free. As you can see in Isaiah/Luke, Jesus came to heal EVERY area of your life, to mend the brokenness in EVERY area of your life. So if you’re broken in your sexuality or the way you express it, He can heal that. If you’re broken in your mind and emotions, He can fix it. If you broke, busted, and disgusted, that’s not an issue for Him. And even if you feel you are the vilest of sinners, that is the greatest sign that you are ripe for healing because you know it! Bonus points if you admit it out loud! *smile*

So if you’re a sinner (and we all are, trust me), tell Jesus! In the words of my best friend and me, “He knows ALL about it!” You can’t tell Him anything He doesn’t already know! He just wants you to ask for help!

So what are you waiting for??

God and the Body of Christ may not celebrate your brokenness, but we and all of Heaven will rejoice when you turn to God and ask Him to save you!


24

Mar

Not Required: Your Opinion


On Friday, I posted a fun status on my Facebook Page letting everyone know that between January 2012 and January 2014, I was a wedding blogger. And a Facebook acquaintance (a former Facebook “friend”—I’ll explain the “former” shortly—and current Page fan) she immediately confronted me. This was the conversation:

Her:Since when are you wedding planner?

Me: I never claimed to be a wedding planner, just a wedding blogger. And as stated from Jan. 2012-Jan. 2014.

Her:A wedding blogger without owning a business? Weird. Ok. God Bless! If you motives is to make money.. Please drop that.. This is for truly passionate people. You seem a bit confused about your calling. Get with God & really hear from the Holy Spirit. This is true advice..

Me:You may want to re-read that message and see how it comes across.

Her:Oh Hun. I know what I said.. Clearly. And trust me I know who I’m speaking to. You’re the same person who use to email me & inbox me whole back about a lot of things.. I know who you are. May The Lord guard you..

Hmmmm…condescending much??

She attacked my choices, clarity, calling, and more in one moment—and all with bad spelling!!



I wanted to give this chick a piece of my sanctified mind!!! But I didn’t. And soon, I remembered this awesome post by my bro, Paul Carrick Brunson entitled “How to Know When You Should Respond to a Hater.” In it, he highlights these three deciding factors: 

1) Do You Care about the Commenter?

I didn’t.

She claimed to know me, but last time I checked, one-sided Facebook chats and continual inbox invites to watch your church online and call your church’s prayer line at unseemly hours EVERY.SINGLE.DAY. is not grounds for having a close intimate relationship with someone. That’s called spam. It’s also called the reason why I unfriended her on Facebook.

2) Is the Comment Part of a Larger Trend?   

Not in the least.

3) Is the Comment Bullying?

Not exactly.

Although that whole “May the Lord guard you” comment didn’t strike me as a blessing so much as it did a warning that if I don’t listen to her or say something she doesn’t like, the Lord will reign down fire and brimstone as a recompense on my unrepentant head.

I think not.

Basically, this chick wasn’t worth the energy I spent vexed over her. At times like this, I feel it’s appropriate to say:


"People be crazy yo."

So this is me saying “woo saaaah” and hoping that will calm me down.

Until then…



Read Paul’s full post here!

23

Mar

When Night Falls on America


This is a little something I felt compelled to write. You may think this a conspiracy theory or some other anti-Obama, anti-government nonsense but you would be wrong. The truth is, this is faction. Technically, it’s fiction because it hasn’t happened. However, we have the technology to make this fiction fact, hence the term “faction.” With a few more pushes in the wrong direction, this could be “U.S.” I do not think it will be, but it could be. The future is a tricky thing. That said, enjoy! Please leave your comments below of what you think!

“Students, please pass forward your assignments,” stated Ms. Blanche. And as they did she added, “Now please take out your copies of Utopia and start reading.” They did so and she settled down to sort the newly turned in assignments.

She sat down with two highlighters—one green, one red—and marked each with a large check mark in one colour or the other.

It was a new school year and this was an exercise that she had never given her students before in the past, yet it was firmly suggested by the Children First curriculum and its enforcers. It actually had nothing to do with her teaching subject. It seemed more informational than anything else.

“Maybe the school just wants to update its records of the students,” she thought to herself. “But I can’t imagine why they’d need all of this information.” She continued scanning and marking, green and red, green and red. There seemed to be a larger group of green. Ms. Blanche had strict instructions to mark all the papers that reflected left-voting, non-Christian or non-religious, and Evolution-accepting views represented as green while the others were marked in red. She didn’t know why, but this made her uncomfortable. Very. But she put her conscience aside and did her duty to Children First.

********



BAM, BAM, BAM!!!

It was two o’clock in the morning and someone seemed to be literally trying to break down the door. Dave rushed out of bed, his wife scared and pushing him on his way, and ran down to the door. Turning lights on as he went, he could hear multiple voices outside the door.

“You Dave Reynolds?” queried the closest man. He was in uniform, part of the local Army Guard Reserves, apparently on duty.

“Yes,” said Dave extremely confused a fearfully, “what seems to be the problem sir?”

“There doesn’t have to be any problem sir, but that will depend on you. We’re here to confiscate your firearms.”

“My firearms?” said Dave beginning to understand. “Every single one of my guns is licensed—legal. What do you want with them?”

“Sir, just show us where they are or we’ll find them our self.”

Thinking quickly of his wife and four small children, he quickly acquiesced. “Okay, okay, I’ll go get them. Just wait…”

“Good, then you won’t mind that Reynolds and Johnson here go with you,” said the superior.

“Why do they need to go with me? You don’t trust me?” Just then shots rang out from the house across the street. Screams followed. Then yelling.

“Sir, like I said. There doesn’t have to be any trouble, but we will get what we came for, all of what we came for with or without your assistance. We can do this the easy way or the hard way. Your choice?”

Terrified for his life and that of his family, Dave chose what he felt was the safest way. He motioned to the two uniforms indicated and headed upstairs.

His wife who’d been standing at the top of the stairs listening started backing away and toward the baby’s room. “Dave, what is going on??”

“Ma’am, I’m gonna need you to restrain yourself,” said Reynolds. “If you’ve got any kids around, then it’d probably be best for you to keep them in their room.”

She stood in the doorway of the nursery. Thankfully, none of the other children seemed to be awake. Meanwhile, Dave led Johnson into the master bedroom closet and reached for a box pushed back at the top. There above his valet was a “Don’t tread on me” picture framed. Reynolds eyed it when he came to the closet entry, but said nothing. Dave handed over his two guns and started to head out.

“This it?” asked Johnson.

“Yeah that’s it.”

“You better be right,” said Reynolds. Just then they heard commotion coming from downstairs. Doors opening, drawers slamming. They were being searched and hadn’t even seen a warrant.

“Do you have a warrant to search my house?” Yelled Dave as he rushed downstairs.

“Don’t need one,” said the superior, Simons. “We’re here by presidential order.”

“This is America d*mmit! Not some monarchy or oligarchy.” Dave was fuming now. Especially so because they’d found his shotgun.

“America is changing,” said Simons. Better get used to it.”

“Dave, what’s happening??” yelled his wife, from above.

“Stay upstairs Lynne!”

“But…”

“I said stay upstairs!”

He could see his elderly neighbor, Karen being forcefully taken from her home by the uniforms there. Moments later, the limp body of her husband, blood seeping from him, was carried out and allowed to fall on the lawn. He was an Alaska native. She was from the back country of Texas. There was no way they would have given up their guns. And Old Tommy, he paid the ultimate price.

The next day, Dave decided to stay home from work. He had no idea whether or not he should expect another visit from the military. Just then the doorbell was heard. One polite ring.

It was Johnson.

“What do you want?” spat Dave. He viewed the large black man, built like a football coach’s dream standing on his stoop without his uniform.

“I’d like to apologise for what happened last night.”

“Yeah and what was that exactly? Where do you get off barging in people’s houses, confiscating our arms, and shooting fine, upstanding senior citizens like Tommy across the street?”

“Sir, I don’t understand it myself. Those were our orders. It was either follow them, or be honourably discharged.”

Dave softened a bit.

“Well,” said Johnson a bit uncomfortably, “that’s all I wanted to say. You be careful.”

Two hours later, Johnson drove back to the street and left a vase of blood red roses on the old couple’s stoop and vanished.

********



“Mama, where are we?” asked Hadassah.

“We’re home, Honey.”

But it didn’t look like home. It was dreary, colourless, painful to see. Plain stone apartments buildings as far as the eye could see. No cars, only bikes predominantly and a public bus or two taken from the streets and newly renamed after its new home, “The Correction Center” emblazoned in red.

And the people. They were everywhere! Jews, Christians, those from communist folds of Eastern Europe, even a few notable leftists who, though they may have despised the peoples crammed in with them, despite what the government was doing even more. All of them, packed in like sardines were being brought in by van, bus, plane, and even armored car for some of the more prominent figures. Their monies were taken from them, plastic and cash. They would be given a new currency while in the TCC. Their gold and silver bars and even notable jewelry pieces were taken, never to be replaced. Their Bibles, prayer books, Torahs, Talmuds, and even early American historical documents and texts were taken from them.

And why were these people here you might ask? In a short time, almost overnight, these peoples were removed from their jobs, schools, homes, and places of worship and declared Enemies of the State. Most of them middle class, some poor, and fair amount upper class. Doctors and scientists, educators and historians, politicians and uniforms of all sorts. Men and women, boys and girls. It didn’t matter if they lived in the most cosmopolitan of cities or most back-country dwellings, they were found, apprehended, and brought to this, their new home. If you could call it a home. Each family was assigned an apartment. Townhouses for the larger families. Single bedrooms and studios for married couples and singles. There were even singles forced to live with individuals they didn’t know depending on availability.

Each dwelling had the barest necessities and anything else they needed, would have to be applied for. They lived under a curfew and law enforcement patrolled the streets frequently and in large numbers. None of the constitutional rights applied here. None at all.

Construction was ever ongoing. It would seem the government had not thoroughly anticipated the actual housing need for the TCC. It was much the same in all of their locations: California, Nevada, Arizona, Utah, Pennsylvania, Iowa, and yes, even Detroit, Michigan. The centers could not be built fast enough.



Soon, the Second Choice clinics which initially lent their services by bussing their workers to the centers, would begin setting up shop on the center grounds. Their birth control and abortion services were, of course, free and many times even mandatory for the female inhabitants of these centers.

The homes, businesses, places of worship, and properties of those rounded up were confiscated by the government. At times, fights would break out over who had rights to them between the federal government, state government, local government, or a private corporation with secret designs. One thing was certain: the former owners and inhabitants, would not be allowed back in their former positions unless converted or desperately needed by the federal government.

In some places, where large communities had largely been cleared out, zealots from the poor and lower-middle classes would come occupy them by force. This disease would quickly spread to taking merchandise at local businesses, even from the delivery trucks themselves.

Healthcare was a joke.

Mass graves were dug.

Seniors, special needs individuals, and any other patients with incurable diseases began to disappear. Little by little at first, then in greater numbers as the powers that be became intoxicated with their utopian ideals.

More mass graves were dug.

Private prison backers now had new investment opportunities in the The Correction Centers.

And with the death of the peoples, the precious peoples, we the peoples, the sun set, the ominous blood moon arose, and at last—to the grief and laughter of the great world—the night of America had come.

God help us all!

When Night Falls on America


This is a little something I felt compelled to write. You may think this a conspiracy theory or some other anti-Obama, anti-government nonsense but you would be wrong. The truth is, this is faction. Technically, it’s fiction because it hasn’t happened. However, we have the technology to make this fiction fact, hence the term “faction.” With a few more pushes in the wrong direction, this could be “U.S.” I do not think it will be, but it could be. The future is a tricky thing. That said, enjoy! Please leave your comments below of what you think!

“Students, please pass forward your assignments,” stated Ms. Blanche. And as they did she added, “Now please take out your copies of Utopia and start reading.” They did so and she settled down to sort the newly turned in assignments.

She sat down with two highlighters—one green, one red—and marked each with a large check mark in one colour or the other.

It was a new school year and this was an exercise that she had never given her students before in the past, yet it was firmly suggested by the Children First curriculum and its enforcers. It actually had nothing to do with her teaching subject. It seemed more informational than anything else.

“Maybe the school just wants to update its records of the students,” she thought to herself. “But I can’t imagine why they’d need all of this information.” She continued scanning and marking, green and red, green and red. There seemed to be a larger group of green. Ms. Blanche had strict instructions to mark all the papers that reflected left-voting, non-Christian or non-religious, and Evolution-accepting views represented as green while the others were marked in red. She didn’t know why, but this made her uncomfortable. Very. But she put her conscience aside and did her duty to Children First.

********



BAM, BAM, BAM!!!

It was two o’clock in the morning and someone seemed to be literally trying to break down the door. Dave rushed out of bed, his wife scared and pushing him on his way, and ran down to the door. Turning lights on as he went, he could hear multiple voices outside the door.

“You Dave Reynolds?” queried the closest man. He was in uniform, part of the local Army Guard Reserves, apparently on duty.

“Yes,” said Dave extremely confused a fearfully, “what seems to be the problem sir?”

“There doesn’t have to be any problem sir, but that will depend on you. We’re here to confiscate your firearms.”

“My firearms?” said Dave beginning to understand. “Every single one of my guns is licensed—legal. What do you want with them?”

“Sir, just show us where they are or we’ll find them our self.”

Thinking quickly of his wife and four small children, he quickly acquiesced. “Okay, okay, I’ll go get them. Just wait…”

“Good, then you won’t mind that Reynolds and Johnson here go with you,” said the superior.

“Why do they need to go with me? You don’t trust me?” Just then shots rang out from the house across the street. Screams followed. Then yelling.

“Sir, like I said. There doesn’t have to be any trouble, but we will get what we came for, all of what we came for with or without your assistance. We can do this the easy way or the hard way. Your choice?”

Terrified for his life and that of his family, Dave chose what he felt was the safest way. He motioned to the two uniforms indicated and headed upstairs.

His wife who’d been standing at the top of the stairs listening started backing away and toward the baby’s room. “Dave, what is going on??”

“Ma’am, I’m gonna need you to restrain yourself,” said Reynolds. “If you’ve got any kids around, then it’d probably be best for you to keep them in their room.”

She stood in the doorway of the nursery. Thankfully, none of the other children seemed to be awake. Meanwhile, Dave led Johnson into the master bedroom closet and reached for a box pushed back at the top. There above his valet was a “Don’t tread on me” picture framed. Reynolds eyed it when he came to the closet entry, but said nothing. Dave handed over his two guns and started to head out.

“This it?” asked Johnson.

“Yeah that’s it.”

“You better be right,” said Reynolds. Just then they heard commotion coming from downstairs. Doors opening, drawers slamming. They were being searched and hadn’t even seen a warrant.

“Do you have a warrant to search my house?” Yelled Dave as he rushed downstairs.

“Don’t need one,” said the superior, Simons. “We’re here by presidential order.”

“This is America d*mmit! Not some monarchy or oligarchy.” Dave was fuming now. Especially so because they’d found his shotgun.

“America is changing,” said Simons. Better get used to it.”

“Dave, what’s happening??” yelled his wife, from above.

“Stay upstairs Lynne!”

“But…”

“I said stay upstairs!”

He could see his elderly neighbor, Karen being forcefully taken from her home by the uniforms there. Moments later, the limp body of her husband, blood seeping from him, was carried out and allowed to fall on the lawn. He was an Alaska native. She was from the back country of Texas. There was no way they would have given up their guns. And Old Tommy, he paid the ultimate price.

The next day, Dave decided to stay home from work. He had no idea whether or not he should expect another visit from the military. Just then the doorbell was heard. One polite ring.

It was Johnson.

“What do you want?” spat Dave. He viewed the large black man, built like a football coach’s dream standing on his stoop without his uniform.

“I’d like to apologise for what happened last night.”

“Yeah and what was that exactly? Where do you get off barging in people’s houses, confiscating our arms, and shooting fine, upstanding senior citizens like Tommy across the street?”

“Sir, I don’t understand it myself. Those were our orders. It was either follow them, or be honourably discharged.”

Dave softened a bit.

“Well,” said Johnson a bit uncomfortably, “that’s all I wanted to say. You be careful.”

Two hours later, Johnson drove back to the street and left a vase of blood red roses on the old couple’s stoop and vanished.

********



“Mama, where are we?” asked Hadassah.

“We’re home, Honey.”

But it didn’t look like home. It was dreary, colourless, painful to see. Plain stone apartments buildings as far as the eye could see. No cars, only bikes predominantly and a public bus or two taken from the streets and newly renamed after its new home, “The Correction Center” emblazoned in red.

And the people. They were everywhere! Jews, Christians, those from communist folds of Eastern Europe, even a few notable leftists who, though they may have despised the peoples crammed in with them, despite what the government was doing even more. All of them, packed in like sardines were being brought in by van, bus, plane, and even armored car for some of the more prominent figures. Their monies were taken from them, plastic and cash. They would be given a new currency while in the TCC. Their gold and silver bars and even notable jewelry pieces were taken, never to be replaced. Their Bibles, prayer books, Torahs, Talmuds, and even early American historical documents and texts were taken from them.

And why were these people here you might ask? In a short time, almost overnight, these peoples were removed from their jobs, schools, homes, and places of worship and declared Enemies of the State. Most of them middle class, some poor, and fair amount upper class. Doctors and scientists, educators and historians, politicians and uniforms of all sorts. Men and women, boys and girls. It didn’t matter if they lived in the most cosmopolitan of cities or most back-country dwellings, they were found, apprehended, and brought to this, their new home. If you could call it a home. Each family was assigned an apartment. Townhouses for the larger families. Single bedrooms and studios for married couples and singles. There were even singles forced to live with individuals they didn’t know depending on availability.

Each dwelling had the barest necessities and anything else they needed, would have to be applied for. They lived under a curfew and law enforcement patrolled the streets frequently and in large numbers. None of the constitutional rights applied here. None at all.

Construction was ever ongoing. It would seem the government had not thoroughly anticipated the actual housing need for the TCC. It was much the same in all of their locations: California, Nevada, Arizona, Utah, Pennsylvania, Iowa, and yes, even Detroit, Michigan. The centers could not be built fast enough.



Soon, the Second Choice clinics which initially lent their services by bussing their workers to the centers, would begin setting up shop on the center grounds. Their birth control and abortion services were, of course, free and many times even mandatory for the female inhabitants of these centers.

The homes, businesses, places of worship, and properties of those rounded up were confiscated by the government. At times, fights would break out over who had rights to them between the federal government, state government, local government, or a private corporation with secret designs. One thing was certain: the former owners and inhabitants, would not be allowed back in their former positions unless converted or desperately needed by the federal government.

In some places, where large communities had largely been cleared out, zealots from the poor and lower-middle classes would come occupy them by force. This disease would quickly spread to taking merchandise at local businesses, even from the delivery trucks themselves.

Healthcare was a joke.

Mass graves were dug.

Seniors, special needs individuals, and any other patients with incurable diseases began to disappear. Little by little at first, then in greater numbers as the powers that be became intoxicated with their utopian ideals.

More mass graves were dug.

Private prison backers now had new investment opportunities in the The Correction Centers.

And with the death of the peoples, the precious peoples, we the peoples, the sun set, the ominous blood moon arose, and at last—to the grief and laughter of the great world—the night of America had come.

God help us all!

17

Mar

HAPPY ST. PATRICK’S DAY!!! (Giveaway Winner Announced)


HAPPY ST. PATRICK’S DAY!!!!!!!!!

On no other day is my Irish blood as pumping and excited as it is on this day! That is part of the reason why I wanted to do the St. Patty’s Day Giveaway with my friend, Michael K. Reynolds. (That and I simply thought it was high-time I did a giveaway on my site. ;) )

I want to thank each and everyone of you on behalf of me and Michael for entering the giveaway and we hope you’ll stick around and see what’s cooking with each of us.

That said, here is the lucky winner of the autographed 3-book Heirs of Ireland Series:

Patti (last name withheld)



CONGRATS!!!!!

We’ll contact you via email to get your mailing address so we can send you your prize.

Congrats again and I hope you all have a marvelously vibrant (and safe!) St. Patrick’s Day!


11

Mar

The Germany Pull (I Am a Reformer)


11 years ago, during the Summer of 2003, I visited Germany. My high school choir had been hand-selected by pre-Grammy-award-winning composer, Eric Whitacre and the brilliance that is him, to be a part of his Paradise Lost opera chorus set to debut in Berlin. This would be second trip to Europe (still waiting on the third, and fourth, and fifth…) and after a 2-day stop in Switzerland which is absolutely stunning and prided for its status as the cleanest country in Europe, we spend the rest of the 2-week trip traversing the homeland of so many great men.





The first place we visited was the Black Forest and if you know anything about me, you know that this would be immensely important to, an avowed lover, reader, and writer of faerie tales since I could read. I remember renting and reading the entire tales from the Brothers Grimm the Summer (before?) 5th grade. (Very eye-opening let me tell you, Disney makes everything so pleasant!) I didn’t know that just six years later I’d be standing on the edge of the very wood mentioned and alluded to so frequently by the Grimm Brothers and others. I thought, beside the opera, and the shopping, and the castle-viewings, that this would be the highlight of my trip. But in retrospect, it wasn’t.



On that wondrous trip, I visited countless castles, fascinating museums, tragic concentration camps, and yes, fabulous stores. But one aspect of my trip would stand out forever I think.



We visited Bacchaus (Bach’s house, not the Greek god) and it was lovely. As we were in the nation on a musical errand, there was no way we could not do this. And after seeing his house, we traversed to the cathedral where he was employed as the organist. (Sorry, I don’t remember the name.) There had been a fabulous new organ installed in his time and the current organist graced us with a hymn while we were there.

As s/he played, our guide explained to us that this cathedral was also the place where centuries before, Martin Luther had preached his first sermon. He then quieted himself while we listened to the magic emanating from the organ.



It was so perfect, so ethereal, dare I say, so spiritual listening to it. I couldn’t express what I felt then and didn’t attempt to. I just knew it was beautiful.

On that trip, we also visited the [in]famous Wittenberg Castle upon which door Luther nailed his 95 Theses and unleashed what we now know as The Reformation.



Now, at the age of 28, I think I begin to understand what I felt so many years before.



At the close of 2013, I was re-reading one of my favourite books ever, The Reformation Manifesto by Cindy Jacobs. It struck me that most of the reformers mentioned were in Germany.

Martin Luther was German.

John Huss (Jan Hus) was from Bohemia which is part of modern-day Germany.

Count Zinzendorf and the Moravians were from Germany.

The White Rose Movement took place in Nazi Germany.

And yes, Nazi-opposiong-reformer, Dietrich Bonhoeffer, was also German.



And this feeling struck me again while reading Sean Smith’s I Am Your Sign. (“Struck me” is such a weak phrase. “Washed over me” is more like it.) It solidified it.

I am a reformer.

Sometimes you have to ask yourself which came first: the prophecy (or prophetic demonstration) or the realisation of it. The chicken or the egg. Would you have realised the call before it was prophesied or was it prophesied for you to realise it? Was it foretold or forthtold? We may never know, but we must always be grateful for however it happened.

Last month I had two interviews entirely independent from the topic at hand and both individuals, neither of whom know the other, both of whom barely know me, neither of whom I’d told anything (at the time) that God had shared with me previously, both prophesied the same thing:

I am a reformer.

I did know know this when I wrote Kingdom Mandates or Godly Government. I didn’t even really know it when I knew I was to write my next book on reformation. But I think my spirit did. How could it not?

The Word of God says:



God calls you from before the womb, before the very foundation of the earth. You just might not find out until much later. It might take a secular choir trip to Germany. It might take a certain book or two. It might take an interview with two completely different people on a completely separate topic. But once you know, you know. You can’t shake it. As my spiritual padre would say, “you know that you know what you know that you know what you know that you know what you know that you know.” (Say that 5 times real fast!) But trust me, when God wants you to know, you will. The only question at that point will be “What will I do with this calling?”

You can choose to not believe, then you would be guilty of a lack of faith (or at least of being a doubter) and without faith, it’s impossible to please God (Hebrews 11:6).

You can choose to run, but beware: if you run and refuse to accept the call of God on your life, you make yourself unnecessary. And why would an unnecessary person expect another breath from God when s/he will admittedly not obey Him?

I’m not trying to make God out to be some large, scary Deity ready to pull the plug on our life support the moment we displease Him. (If this were true, we all would have been dead a long time ago!) But really, why should you expect anything from God if He can’t expect anything from you? I rest my case.

Finally, you can choose to accept that call. No matter how insane it may sound, how unfit you may feel, how laughable others may think it. God didn’t give them the call, He gave it to you. And when it’s all said and done, God’s not going to ask them why they scoffed at your calling, He’ll ask you. 



So preacher, baker, candlestick-maker, whatever your calling be: stand up, accept it, and own it.

I am a reformer.

Look out world..!

Have you ever by “chance” stumbled upon something that directed or connected you to your destiny?

09

Mar

The Worst Scripture in the Bible


My brethren, count it all joy when you fall into various trials, knowing that the testing of your faith produces patience. But let patience have its perfect work, that you may be perfect and complete, lacking nothing. (James 1:2-4)

If someone had walked up to me this week and said that and if I didn’t know that was in the Bible, I would have punched them in the face.

Or cussed them out.

Or cried.

One of the three.

Or maybe all three. Who knows?

I admit it: I have a slight violent streak and I am an emotional being who wears her feelings on her sleeve. And yes, like the Apostle Peter, I too have issues at times controlling my mouth. (Lord help me. You KNOW I’m a heathen!!)



Those infamous words are in the Bible. And wouldn’t you know it, they’re in one of my favourite books of the Bible too. James.

It’s kinda like the Apostle Paul in The Bible Series when he’s ailing and dictating the letter to the Romans and states:

We…glory in tribulations, knowing that tribulation produces perseverance… (Romans 5:3)

And just then Luke, Paul’s young companion, shoots him a side eye like “You fa real or you crazy??” But Paul isn’t phased. He signals for the young man to keep writing and says:

…and perseverance [produces], character; and character [produces], hope. (Romans 5:4)

It really does sound crazy doesn’t it? Especially since Paul had been beat down multiple times, imprisoned multiple times, and lost his life at the hands of those would not receive his message.

From the Jews five times I received forty stripes minus one. Three times I was beaten with rods; once I was stoned; three times I was shipwrecked; a night and a day I have been in the deep; in journeys often, in perils of waters, in perils of robbers, in perils of my own countrymen, in perils of the Gentiles, in perils in the city, in perils in the wilderness, in perils in the sea, in perils among false brethren… (II Corinthians 24-26)

Now thankfully most of us haven’t been through that kind of beat down, but maybe, like me, you’ve been through a spiritual or emotional one? (Let’s face it, who hasn’t? And if you haven’t, brace yourself, because you will eventually.) If you have, then you likely feel like I do.



Now let’s re-read that opening passage accept in The Message translation.

Consider it a sheer gift, friends, when tests and challenges come at you from all sides. You know that under pressure, your faith-life is forced into the open and shows its true colors. So don’t try to get out of anything prematurely. Let it do its work so you become mature and well-developed, not deficient in any way. (James 1:2-4)

I stumbled upon a Lisa Bevere message recently in which she taught on this. And then I came across it again in my Chronological Bible reading. It’s the only thing I could read at the time because it was far too weighty in and of itself. And then my friend Charity shared the same translation of the passage on Facebook.

Gee, you think God’s trying to send me a message?? Just maybe.

In the words of Lisa Bevere, “‘Count it all joy.’ Are you serious??” Apparently God is. BeBe & CeCe make it sound real nice when they’re singing it, but living it is a very different story.



As opinionated as I am by nature and as much as I like to present you with the hardcore answers straight from the Word, I can’t.

I don’t have the answers for you on this one. I really wish I did.

But what I do know is that despite the severity of our situation, despite the hurt, the angst, the pain, and shattering of our very heart and soul, God has a plan. And if He said it in His Word, despite how unrealistic healing and joy may seem at this present moment, He gives us the grace to live it out. So with that in mind, I’ll leave you (and myself) with some final Scripture encouragement.

Consider it a sheer gift, friends, when tests and challenges come at you from all sides. You know that under pressure, your faith-life is forced into the open and shows its true colors. So don’t try to get out of anything prematurely. Let it do its work so you become mature and well-developed, not deficient in any way. If you don’t know what you’re doing, pray to the Father. He loves to help. You’ll get his help, and won’t be condescended to when you ask for it. Ask boldly, believingly, without a second thought. People who “worry their prayers” are like wind-whipped waves. Don’t think you’re going to get anything from the Master that way, adrift at sea, keeping all your options open. (James 1:2-8 The Message)

For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory which shall be revealed in us. (Romans 8:18)

And we know that all things work together for good to those who love God, to those who are the called according to His purpose. (Romans 8:28)

I would have lost heart, unless I had believed that I would see the goodness of the Lord In the land of the living. (Psalm 27:13)

Be encouraged: even if we can’t see our end and even if we feel like it the end, God knows our end and it is not this!



What hardships have you been through and how did you overcome them? Was there ever a time when you thought God/God’s Word too good (or unfeeling) to be true? How did you come out on the other side?

The Worst Scripture in the Bible


My brethren, count it all joy when you fall into various trials, knowing that the testing of your faith produces patience. But let patience have its perfect work, that you may be perfect and complete, lacking nothing. (James 1:2-4)

If someone had walked up to me this week and said that and if I didn’t know that was in the Bible, I would have punched them in the face.

Or cussed them out.

Or cried.

One of the three.

Or maybe all three. Who knows?

I admit it: I have a slight violent streak and I am an emotional being who wears her feelings on her sleeve. And yes, like the Apostle Peter, I too have issues at times controlling my mouth. (Lord help me. You KNOW I’m a heathen!!)



Those infamous words are in the Bible. And wouldn’t you know it, they’re in one of my favourite books of the Bible too. James.

It’s kinda like the Apostle Paul in The Bible Series when he’s ailing and dictating the letter to the Romans and states:

We…glory in tribulations, knowing that tribulation produces perseverance… (Romans 5:3)

And just then Luke, Paul’s young companion, shoots him a side eye like “You fa real or you crazy??” But Paul isn’t phased. He signals for the young man to keep writing and says:

…and perseverance [produces], character; and character [produces], hope. (Romans 5:4)

It really does sound crazy doesn’t it? Especially since Paul had been beat down multiple times, imprisoned multiple times, and lost his life at the hands of those would not receive his message.

From the Jews five times I received forty stripes minus one. Three times I was beaten with rods; once I was stoned; three times I was shipwrecked; a night and a day I have been in the deep; in journeys often, in perils of waters, in perils of robbers, in perils of my own countrymen, in perils of the Gentiles, in perils in the city, in perils in the wilderness, in perils in the sea, in perils among false brethren… (II Corinthians 24-26)

Now thankfully most of us haven’t been through that kind of beat down, but maybe, like me, you’ve been through a spiritual or emotional one? (Let’s face it, who hasn’t? And if you haven’t, brace yourself, because you will eventually.) If you have, then you likely feel like I do.



Now let’s re-read that opening passage accept in The Message translation.

Consider it a sheer gift, friends, when tests and challenges come at you from all sides. You know that under pressure, your faith-life is forced into the open and shows its true colors. So don’t try to get out of anything prematurely. Let it do its work so you become mature and well-developed, not deficient in any way. (James 1:2-4)

I stumbled upon a Lisa Bevere message recently in which she taught on this. And then I came across it again in my Chronological Bible reading. It’s the only thing I could read at the time because it was far too weighty in and of itself. And then my friend Charity shared the same translation of the passage on Facebook.

Gee, you think God’s trying to send me a message?? Just maybe.

In the words of Lisa Bevere, “‘Count it all joy.’ Are you serious??” Apparently God is. BeBe & CeCe make it sound real nice when they’re singing it, but living it is a very different story.



As opinionated as I am by nature and as much as I like to present you with the hardcore answers straight from the Word, I can’t.

I don’t have the answers for you on this one. I really wish I did.

But what I do know is that despite the severity of our situation, despite the hurt, the angst, the pain, and shattering of our very heart and soul, God has a plan. And if He said it in His Word, despite how unrealistic healing and joy may seem at this present moment, He gives us the grace to live it out. So with that in mind, I’ll leave you (and myself) with some final Scripture encouragement.

Consider it a sheer gift, friends, when tests and challenges come at you from all sides. You know that under pressure, your faith-life is forced into the open and shows its true colors. So don’t try to get out of anything prematurely. Let it do its work so you become mature and well-developed, not deficient in any way. If you don’t know what you’re doing, pray to the Father. He loves to help. You’ll get his help, and won’t be condescended to when you ask for it. Ask boldly, believingly, without a second thought. People who “worry their prayers” are like wind-whipped waves. Don’t think you’re going to get anything from the Master that way, adrift at sea, keeping all your options open. (James 1:2-8 The Message)

For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory which shall be revealed in us. (Romans 8:18)

And we know that all things work together for good to those who love God, to those who are the called according to His purpose. (Romans 8:28)

I would have lost heart, unless I had believed that I would see the goodness of the Lord In the land of the living. (Psalm 27:13)

Be encouraged: even if we can’t see our end and even if we feel like it the end, God knows our end and it is not this!



What hardships have you been through and how did you overcome them? Was there ever a time when you thought God/God’s Word too good (or unfeeling) to be true? How did you come out on the other side?