Are You Ready? Never Forget

November 24, 2018

Imagine: 200 Million Christians (so to speak), many on Television and Radio (etc.), claiming to have had Visions, heard the Voices of God + Jesus Christ, or to have been moved by the actual Holy Spirit (in combination with all the latter).

Would that be a problem?
Is that a problem?
Would there be any accusations?
What are among the most vile accusations – there could be?
Why would there be any accusations?
What would be wrong – if there were?

New Shells and +1

What is stronger, one minute, one moment of a Miracle
(of the Holy Spirit), or seven days of torture (afterward)?
The moment[s] are Forever.  The torture is temporary.

What outweighs, should those days become relentless,
in correspondence – even over an entire lifetime?

There is a Promise:
No matter what we face or how much we face it,
an ongoing fact of deliverance can still be lived, regardless –
for there is another life awaiting, where we are to be delivered
(from these clutches), eternally, thereafter.
Once we are born again, nothing outweighs this Truth.

Offering Hands + 2
He that dwelleth in the secret place of the most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.  I will say of the Lord, He is my refuge and my fortress: my God; in him will I trust. Psalm 91: 1-2

Never Forget the Question: “Are You Ready?”


Daniel 3:18 (“But Even If”)

September 9, 2018

But even if He does not, let it be known to you, O king, that we are
not going to serve your gods or worship the golden image. . . . +++

I Will +++September Butterflies +3I Am - Always+

My Father, which gave them me, is greater than all;
and no man is able to pluck them out of my Father’s hand.


New Beginnings (All Along the Way)

July 29, 2018

In The Light

So clear at the shore –
So you say.
Where have you been?
What have you carried –
All along the way?
In a past,
In a present,
How many tears were cried?
What was carried by another,
And why?
Who always watched,
While you wondered –
Where, and of what, you are?
And did you have to go –
So far?
Yes, it was a special journey,
With Answers – all along the way,
Where many new beginnings
Would always await.
So here,
You wish,
You seek,
You pray.
In a presence,
In acceptance –
You bow
And say:
Whatever You want from me –
I shall give (in any way).
Whatever You wish – I will offer,
In this, or any day.
Though I may falter, as other times – I swayed,
You have always delivered:
In the Light, your Wonder, your Keys,
Have always Saved.
For there is Heaven,
And to Thee I shall forever pray.
And every night,
And every morning,
I will seek another
Oh Holy Day.

Shelled Strings

Ys, When[s] + Then[s]


Re: Humans (and the Beauty of Evolved Apes)

July 5, 2018

A while back some ambitious apes figured out how to stand up straight and use abstract thought, and now deep fried Twinkies are a thing.  It’s been a hell of a ride.  If you asked a human what the most amazing thing about humans is, they’d probably tell you something very humany, like “Our ability to think” or “Our capacity for self-awareness” or “Our resemblance to the White-Bearded Paternal Deity Who created us in His own image.”

Have you ever considered that God (the One you constantly disparage) most likely appears to us in fashions of which, individually or as associated groups, we would relate – such as to Buddhists in a Buddha form, to Native Americans in their ancestral Indian form, and, correspondingly, also to Christians in a form constructed along lines of their expectations?  Doubtful, because you don’t Believe.  Have you ever sought to see that Spirit must exist for life itself to exist?
Doubtful, because you don’t even care to try and understand (this first level reality).

“What is the most amazing thing about humans”?
One answer: their Spirits live forever.

Without a living God, there would be no Spirit.  And, since God is Spirit (shared), that is “beautiful” – to a level we can barely touch, in comprehension.  This wondering, which can lead us to an acceptance of the Fact, is as natural as our need for water.  If you think everything in existence (including aliens/life on other planets) just came together through an immeasurable happenstance of odds, without Spirit, your ongoing writing in these areas would equal a fomenting of attempting to explain our entire being (and infinite universe) as soulless science – void of any higher meaning, where we just live to die without any more purposes than weeds.  Of course, you can continue your Atheistic “[ideological]” promotions while locking out due diligence; it’s your blog.  But, no matter how much you do this, it will never mean you are Right:  For in him we live, and move, and have our being; as certain also of your own poets have said, For we are also his offspring. Acts 17:28

Moreover, the continuance will only further and further reveal your lack of Vision: without those first steps toward a broader seeking of possibilities, you will never begin (or be able) to understand, thus progress, to Belief.  Until the latter and former is turned around, you will not fully “fall down before . . . another in breathless awe and wonder at their beauty.”  How could you, when they are only “[ambitiously evolved] apes”?

New Atheists and Evolution


Get Born – Write Braille

March 25, 2018

Bob_Dylan - Saved +

Write Braille

Are You Ready
Anima Christi
Book of Eli


Ys, When[s] + Then[s]

March 13, 2018

+Ys 3+1

 

Stand - Speak - Walk ++1

+Ys and Ones

All Sides (One Goal)
Shared Inspirations
New Sites <^>


The Prophet (and Those Who Knew Him)

February 8, 2018

The Prophet -Gibran++

The Prophet: On Reason and Passion

Your reason and your passion are the rudder and the sails of your seafaring soul. If either your sails or your rudder be broken, you can but toss and drift, or else be held at a standstill in mid-seas.
For reason, ruling alone, is a force confining; and passion, unattended, is a flame that burns to its own destruction.  Therefore let your soul exalt your reason to the height of passion, that it may sing; And let it direct your passion with reason, that your passion may live through its own daily resurrection, and like the phoenix rise above its own ashes.

Kahlil Gibran - Jesus

Jesus The Son of Man:

Mary: And well I remember how once He raised His hand towards the sky, and His parted fingers were like the branches of an elm.  And I remember Him pacing the evening.  He was not walking.  He Himself was a road above the road; even as a cloud above the earth that would descend to refresh the earth.