And He said unto them, “It is written, ‘My house shall be called the house of prayer,’ but ye have made it a den of thieves.’ ” Matthew 21:13
Matthew 23:13
And the seven angels which had the seven trumpets prepared themselves to sound. Revelation 8:6
Revelation 6:11
And the third angel followed them, saying with a loud voice, “If any man worship the beast and his image, and receive his mark in his forehead, or in his hand, The same shall drink of the wine of the wrath of God…” Revelation 14:9-10
“Follow the Apostles.” “Think not of what you will say, or do.”
And there appeared an angel unto him from heaven, strengthening him. And being in an agony he prayed more earnestly: and his sweat was as it were great drops of blood falling down to the ground. Luke 22:43-44
And their eyes were opened, and they knew him; and he vanished out of their sight. Luke 24:31
And there appeared a great wonder in heaven; a woman clothed with the sun, and the moon under her feet, and upon her head a crown of twelve stars: Revelation 12:1
At every opportunity,whether slightly relevant or completely “manufactured” because it has nothing to do with relevance, you never cease to create a space for your ongoing venomous, vicious,
and vile attacks against anything relating to an actual God. It is not even enough to equate believers (of all faiths) with Nazis – since your blinded bias is so lost and grounded in a propagandistic warlike fashion, where everyone else beyond your belief system can be damned in an evolutionary survival of the fittest. You, “[Caitlin Johnstone, one of the worst examples of a double-faced atheist, also never directly bring] any of this up.” Instead, the subject and references to be mocked and vilified are repeatedly inserted through tangential veils. “I find [it] both [consciously evil and utterly contemptible].” Ever heard or read the following quote, “Saul, Saul, why do you persecute me?”
Of sacred importance, obviously, you’ve never had an undoubted spiritual experience which left you with, in the least, absolute proof of a spiritual realm, or, in the utmost, “infallible” knowledge of the very Holy Spirit and God’s existence/family as Fact. Therefore, “placing faith in the words of [inspired] priests and [miraculous] books authored by long-dead men” is far times more beneath your capability than those who are perfectly resolute through only basic (learned) Wisdom and ever-evolving Faith: “blessed are they that have not seen, and yet have believed.”
As written previously, these barbarously provoking actions may serve to temporarily fulfill (abhorrent) agendas. But, they also expose, reveal, and ruin your overall reputation, permanently (if without atonement), leaving your entire credibility suspect and wholly tainted as the worst type of (supposedly enlightened and tolerant Progressive) Hypocrite.
Truth: “[You are] a zealous bishop” of Atheism – with no more respect for anyone who is not an Atheist than the 1% zealots had for the hundreds of thousands who died through recent worldwide lie campaigns. To further your heretically slanted focuses against God and all intertwined, inclusive of all lines that can be crossed, why not mark these targets more openly as directly vengeful atheistic narrative objectives? Being unapologetic about everything you stand for, why not clearly state the extreme levels of goals within your nihilist stances, and to hell with any repercussions?
How could something (everything) come from nothing? It could not, for there has to be, or, have been, some thing, first – for without there is not, or, could not have been, any thing for some thing to come from. Nothing can come from nothing. Every thing came from something. Nothing existed, except one, and it/He//that created what was to be the beginning – of something. This is indisputable, for not even a spark of a “bang” can, or could have, originated from nothing. How we attempt to describe what was first, beyond nothing, and desired something, has been written – time and again.
We look to Jesus Christ.
We look to the apostles.
We look to the prophets.
We look to all servants,
As we go forward –
As we look to God.
We go forward –
That we may learn,
That we may be,
one – eventually.
In the name of the Father,
The name of the Son,
The name of the Spirit –
We bow to the Word,
We bow to the Light,
We vow to a beginning –
Which shall come as an end.
Even as we are carried,
Even unto death,
We go forward;
We continue.
As we are delivered,
We learn –
Time, and again.
“But the Comforter, which is the Holy Ghost, whom the Father will send in my name, he shall teach you all things, and bring all things to your remembrance, whatsoever I have said unto you.”John 14:26
Imagine:Millions of Christians (so to speak), many on television, radio, in print – claiming to have had visions, heard the voices of God and Jesus Christ – to have been moved by the actual Holy Spirit (as combined with all the latter).
Would that be a problem?
Would there be any accusations?
Why would there be any accusations?
What are among the most vile accusations – there could be?
What would be wrong – if there were?
Who questions how They choose to communicate, or when
(who questions)?
There are some things Christians should not have to hide.
Yet, why would some have to hide?
What is stronger, one minute, one moment of a Miracle
(of the Holy Spirit), or seven days of torture (afterward)? The moment[s] areForever. 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.
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.
A while back some ambitious apes figured out how to stand upstraight 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 Oneyou 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”?
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.
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.
Love, I get so lost sometimes
Days pass and this emptiness fills my heart
When I want to run away, I drive off in my car
But whichever way I go, I come back to the place you are
All my instincts, they return
And the grand facade, so soon will burn
Without a noise, without my pride
I reach out from the inside
In your eyes, the light, the heat
(In your eyes) I am complete
(In your eyes) I see the doorway
(In your eyes) To a thousand churches
(In your eyes) The resolution
(In your eyes) Of all the fruitless searches
(In your eyes) Oh, I see the light and the heat
(In your eyes, the light, the heat)
Oh, I want to be that complete
I want to touch the light, the heat I see in your eyes
Love, I don’t like to see so much pain
So much wasted and this moment keeps slipping away
I get so tired of working so hard for our survival
I look to the time with you to keep me awake and alive
And all my instincts, they return
And the grand façade, so soon will burn
Without a noise, without my pride
I reach out from the inside
In your eyes (your eyes, your eyes)
In your eyes
In your eyes, the light, the heat
(In your eyes) I am complete
(In your eyes) I see the doorway to a thousand churches
(In your eyes) The resolution
(In your eyes) Of all the fruitless searches
Oh, I see the light and the heat
(In your eyes) Oh, I want to be that complete
I want to touch the light, the heat I see in your eyes
In your eyes
In your eyes, in your eyes
Born amidst the wonder
Born among the lost
Watching the abandonment of reason
Taking in the moment
Taking up the years
Witnessing the end of our good season
Stirring strange emotions
Conjuring the fears
Each one sees the things they really want to see
Made a world of wonder, we made a world of pain
Now the days will come for the apostasy
(the days have come for the apostasy)
I am watching it fall around (me)
I am listening to every sound I hear
I am doing what I can do
As the daylight is fading on the Eve
Of the Great Decline . . .
Dumbing down the Culture, Chaos on the Rise
Watching all the beauty as it’s waning
Scene is so familiar, like words that I have read
The world is lost but soon a new one gaining
The wrath of God is being revealed from heaven against all the godlessness and wickedness of people, who suppress the truth by their wickedness, since what may be known about God is plain to them, because God has made it plain to them. For since the creation of the world God’s invisible qualities—His eternal power and divine nature—have been clearly seen, being understood from what has been made, so that people are without excuse.
For although they knew God, they neither glorified Him as God nor gave thanks to Him, but their thinking became futile and their foolish hearts were darkened.
Revelation 1:8
I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the ending, saith the Lord, which is, and which was, and which is to come, the Almighty.
He walked on water man. He made that water wine.
And then he drank with people you and me would just cast aside
He did his people good. Just like he said he would.
And in the blink of an eye, he gave a blind man sight
His love was thunder in the sky
His roar was lions in the night
When he spoke he always drew a crowd
His message was his lifestyle
He gave us everything and more
He was the party we’ve been looking for
Maybe, just maybe…. Jesus was rockstar!
Can I get a witness?
He brought the dead to life
He rose when called to rise
There was a passion in his eyes and it spread like wildfire
His love was thunder in the sky
His roar was lions in the night
When he spoke he always drew a crowd
His message was his lifestyle
He gave us everything and more
He was the party we’ve been looking for
Maybe, just maybe…. Jesus was rockstar!
Can I get a witness?
Father I have sinned a million sins
Save me from this world you put me in
So come on. Come on. Bring Jesus back again.
JOHN 3:16-17
For God so loved the world,
that he gave his only begotten Son,
that whosoever believeth in him,
should not perish,
but have everlasting life.
For God sent not his Son into the world,
to condemn the world;
but that the world through him,
might be saved.
His love was thunder in the sky
His roar was lions in the night
When he spoke he always drew a crowd
His message was his lifestyle
He brought the fire and the light
He wrote the songs you can’t deny
He rocked so hard, I can hear him now
He brought the house down!
He gave us everything and more
He was the party we’ve been looking for
Maybe, just maybe
I said maybe, just maybe
Maybe, maybe, maybe
Jesus was a rockstar
Can I get a witness?
Jesus was a rockstar
Can I get a witness?
I know that there’s a reason why I need to be alone
I know that there’s a silent place that I can call my own
Is it mine? Oh, Lord, is it mine?
You know I get so weary from the battles in this life
And as many times it seems that you’re the only hope in sight
Is it mine?
Oh, Lord, is it mine?
When everything’s dark, and nothing seems right, You don’t have to win, and there’s no need to fight
I never cease to wonder at the cruelty of this land
But it seems a time of sadness is a time to understand
Is it mine?
Oh, Lord, is it mine?
When everything’s dark, and nothing seems right, You don’t have to win, and there’s no need to fight
If only I could find a way
To feel your sweetness through the day
The love that shines around me could be mine
So give us an answer, won’t you?
We know what we have to do
There must be a thousand voices trying to get through
Look around – Got no place to stay.
God I hate this town, depending on the day.
You lift me up, you lift me down – Alright, OK.
While I got no life, I got no hope;
I’m falling in love. Help me through the fight;
Help me with tonight – I’m calling.
What to do I find it hard to know;
Lord, the walk is not the one I chose…
Lift me up and turn me over;
Lead me on into the dawn.
Take me to the highest mountain;
Tie me up, love in a storm.
Have you decided on my fortune?
Facing the future in your eyes,
With your imperial behaviour
We fight amidst the battle cries.
Open doors – They may be closed to me;
The fire’s still burning in my heart…
What to do I find it hard to know;
I want to turn my life around…
Imaginevisions, hearing, over years: there will be a renewed future. Imagine resultant periods of unique success, of unbreakable hope and various inspirational/spiritual peaks. Imagine, after more years, finding yourself immersed in total turmoil (and ongoing diabolical attacks)
whilereaching a point where virtually everything earthly was lost: realization of fruition had not come to pass. Imagine (with the latter) not being able to see any path for it to ever be fulfilled (as now) – though at times (all along the way) occurrences were sent as a means to enhance remembrance of the original. Thereupon, imagine another one, but without specifics – and soon crying out because it still seemed absolutely impossible. Then, imagine a reply: To Believe – without knowing. . . .
In the time we spent together
Many words have passed between
And the feelings that we shared are all behind us now
‘Cause a change has come upon me
And I’m surely not the same
There is so much more than what we feel and live every day
[Chorus]
Relentless, unchanging
Though the world is still before me now
I’m seeing forever
I will keep my heart and mind with you
So joyously I’m waiting for the day
In a single timeless moment
When the old was cast away
The new was born into a world of simple joy
And my life is still for living
Though it’s seen through different eyes
And the knowledge of the truth’s
A burden easy to bear
[Bridge]
It’s drawing so near
It’s shrouded in mystery
Histories fall, the end of an age
The feeling we’re waiting for, hoping for
Now, the time to come alive
The end to which we strive
Will soon arrive
Now the gift is truly given
If you only would receive
For you’re standing in the crossroads
And you can’t turn back
Though we can’t conceive forever
And it’s sometimes hard to care
Our lives do not compare to what’s awaiting us there
You may be a preacher with your spiritual pride
You may be a city councilman taking bribes on the side
You may be working in a barbershop, you may know how to cut hair
You may be somebody’s mistress, may be somebody’s heir.
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes
You’re gonna have to serve somebody,
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody.
Might like to wear cotton, might like to wear silk
Might like to drink whiskey, might like to drink milk
You might like to eat caviar, you might like to eat bread
You may be sleeping on the floor, sleeping in a king-sized bed.
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You’re gonna have to serve somebody,
It may be the devil or it may be the Lord But you’re gonna have to serve somebody.
We are all children of God. As was written, seek, that we may be called,
that we may become one, as sons and daughters –
as Jesus Christ our savior taught.
The family that Jesus knows he belongs toand belongs to forever—and the family he wants everyone else to belong to—is the family of the lovers of God; it is this family that must spread all over the earth, and spread its warmth and charity and passionate concern for just conditions into every corner of human society if human life is to become divine.
With a keyed focus on the heart (and sharing) of God’s Love, imagine being deeply loved by your earthly father and how it felt or feels to return/share in that love. Then, imagine (possibly as a new beginning) a personal visit from the heavenly Father showing love for you ten times beyond – with a resulting embrace and envelopment that nothing on earth could take away. Following, imagine Jesus Christ giving you an infallible message (Gift) (for all), in these days:
After being overwhelmed with meaning (and emotion), would you then seek (ceaselessly)? : “How much love as this could there be?” This kind of focus – on His family, and how much they want us to know we are welcomed within, if we would only open our arms (and accept their hands), may awaken, again, in such depth that matters here are overcome to sucha spiritual extent – where nothing can erase it.
Saint Michael, the Archangel, defend us in battle. Be our defense against the wickedness and snares of the devil. May God rebuke him, we humbly pray. And do thou, O Prince of the heavenly host, by the power of God, thrust into hell Satan and the other evil spirits who prowl about the world for the ruin of souls. Amen.
Soul of Christ, sanctify me
Body of Christ, save me
Blood of Christ, inebriate me
Water from the side of Christ, wash me
Passion of Christ, strengthen me
O good Jesus, hear me
Within Thy wounds hide me
Let me never be separated from you;
From the malicious enemy defend me
In the hour of my death call me
And bid me to come unto Thee
That with your saints, I may praise you
Forever and ever Amen
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.
During and following “the cowardice of evil” (to be written), the absolute honor of perseverance ultimately prevails – where during, we continue (with promises), regardless of the most vile maneuvers, and where following, we triumph (past death). Thus, Victory is The Lord’s with One Word (context), for we rise up, over and over (aswas written), and will see a new eternity as “only the beginning.”
Imaginea (“rich”) preacher of the Gospel of Prosperity speaking down
to someone who (to his knowledge) has nothing, a poor person at the bottom of the earth who (seemingly) has never been given, or even achieved anything, a human being who (simply) must be marked to be downtrodden because he never received or found the Grace or Spirit of God and Jesus Christ, or experienced any of Their rewards. The preacher: “Oh, you poor, lost soul. You are only forsaken because you were never saved into the true light. Dear God and Jesus, I pray that this wretched, tormented waste may be forgiven. I pray that once your actual gospel is accepted by this refuse, enough money to live off the interest, a new elite-status car, a new mansion-level house, and a new model of a wife will flood into his life. May he then no longer need to be beaten into submission. May he then be welcomed – as one of us!”
The poor: “The riches I have received are more than you may ever know, for your service is to the prince itself! What do you know – of me, those like me, or those before me? Nothing! You could never know in your current vein, for your wisdom and soul has as good as been sold. Continue this path, and when we are given every treasure, you will surely see that your corruption left you with nothing. We may die, while (also) being (physically) tortured (since the most cowardly has always resorted to this). But, without ever having taken any (of your) numbers, we will live forever after – in fulfillment. For those like you, we can pray. But, once in His Judgment, there will be no sway.”
They say:
We’ve seen the Light.
We are here – to show, to Lead (away).
And then:
After realizing certain power[s],
They overcome, perhaps oppress,
For those claims must have results —
Even if their singular Path can only be realized, judged, and ruled
In and from exclusive Towers.
For us, they are the “Chosen” —
So some say.
Yet, many reason, and may wonder – Someday:
Within (through/originating from/following) Faith, there are (can be) magnitudes. Within Faith, there are (can be) Trials – of such intensity/degree that one may never have imagined them as possible (or even allowable – between or intertwined with previously known or unknown/expected or unexpected realms being crossed – while intermittently, and possibly in escalation as one perseveres, The Wordis also violated as a perverse means by absolute evil to destroy any, or all, progress/evolution).
In continuity, once we Believe, there are (can be) tiers (available) to that very existence. Once we Believe, there are (can be) wholly moving results (from ongoing advents) – which (may) arrive (each time), while its being is experienced (initially) as embraceable knowledge, as well as in multitudes of both debilitating (to death’s literal points/levels) and uplifting (forever) factors – after it becomes Fact. Once it becomes Fact, the Truth prevails.
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