Prayed in the ghetto with my face in the cement,
Heard the last moan of a boxer, seen the massacre of the innocent
Felt around for the light switch, became nauseated.
She was walking down the hallway while the walls deteriorated.
Try to be pure at heart, they arrest you for robbery,
Mistake your shyness for aloofness, your silence for snobbery,
Got the message this morning, the one that was sent to me
About the madness of becomin’ what one was never meant to be.
Don’t know what I can say about Claudette that wouldn’t come back to haunt me,
Finally had to give her up ’bout the time she began to want me.
But I know God has mercy on them who are slandered and humiliated.
I’d a-done anything for that woman if she didn’t make me feel so obligated.
Put your hand on my head, baby, do I have a temperature?
I see people who are supposed to know better standin’ around like furniture.
There’s a wall between you and what you want and you got to leap it,
Tonight you got the power to take it, tomorrow you won’t have the power to keep it.
West of the Jordan, east of the Rock of Gibraltar,
I see the burning of the stage, Curtain risin’ on a new age,
See the groom still waitin’ at the altar.
Cities on fire, phones out of order,
They’re killing nuns and soldiers, there’s fighting on the border.
What can I say about Claudette?
Ain’t seen her since January,
She could be respectably married or running a whorehouse in Buenos Aires.
West of the Jordan, west of the Rock of Gibraltar,
I see the burning of the stage,
Curtain risin’ on a new age,
See the groom still waitin’ at the altar.
You provide the fire
I’ll provide the sacrifice
You provide the spirit
And I will open up inside
You provide the fire
I’ll provide the sacrifice
You provide the spirit
And I will open up inside
Fill me up, God
Fill me up, God
Fill me up, God
Fill me up
Fill me up, God
Fill me up, God
Fill me up, God
Fill me up
(We need more of You, yeah)
(I am empty before You, Lord)
We cry up above
We cry up above
We cry out for more
We cry out for more
More of your spirit is what we need
More of your Anointing
More of your Glory
Fill me up, God
Fill me up, God
Fill me up, God
Fill me up
Fill me up
‘Til I overflow
I wanna run over
I wanna run over
Fill me up
‘Til I overflow
I wanna run over
I wanna run over
Fill me up
‘Til I overflow
(I gotta have more of You)
(I gotta have more of You)
Fill me up
‘Till I overflow
I wanna run over
I wanna run over
(Run over with more of You)
Fill me up
I’m gonna run over
I gotta run over
I wanna run over
I wanna run over
‘Til the troubles respond
I gotta run over
‘Til cancer responds
I gotta run over
“Til my family responds
I gotta run over
I wanna run over
Fill me up
‘Til I overflow
I wanna run over
I wanna run over
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”?
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. . . .
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:
This is but one of many paramount examples (for us/to us) of models, morals, greater pictures, teaching, and of guidance (if accepted). Moreover, it was another brief (yet phenomenal) moment in the earthly life of Jesus Christ. How could a simple man have moved small and, eventually, broad masses by way of (among others) telling parables – where people were converted, (with questions regarding “mysteries,” but) without doubts, both during the actual (“noble”) hearing, as well as after (to the present day)?
Many people (and spirits) have been on missions. Many people (and spirits) have also been guided, as well as misguided. Many people (and spirits) have had agendas – some pure with open (true) light and messages, some pure with (purposely) hidden light and messages – while others who were corroded with (false) illumination fulfilled services for the original source of malice, some unreservedly confident, and some concealed though concerted.
In this case/instance, after a few questions and upon objective research, one might find a revealing basis for Bart D. Ehrman’slong history of continually expounding (as a scholar, he rarely fails to point out) his discounting discoveries/”realizations” (in the most public forums possible) about Jesus Christ. Ask yourself, first, regarding his articles, books, or appearances (in this area), is he a believer? Ask yourself, next, did he ever believe (in the Son of God sent and sacrificed as a Savior)? Following, search previous “works” with associated focuses in multiple “efforts” over various years. Through each step, the bottom line answers should eventually become clear.
Has the driven nature of his learned discourse in relation to the “King of Kings” sincerely evolved with concurrently promoted presentations? Or, has it always been just a supposed sharing of studied consummations – which were both (actually) goal-oriented and patently subjective (beyond sight) from the onset?
Revelation 14:13 Then I heard a voice from heaven saying to me, “Write: ‘Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord from now on.’ ” “Yes,” says the Spirit, “that they may rest from their labors, and their works follow them.”
As a liberal (progressive) of/with higher education, my disgust while reading this (blind, but supposedly enlightened) diatribe only grew. From Jesus Christ pictured on a dinosaur to “religion as parable/myth” to “Jesus literally flew up out of a cave and into the sky” to “Here is the body of Jesus,” Mark Morford succeeded in revealing himself to be just as hypocritical, ignorant, abusive, and lost as most of those he so gleefully sought to ridicule in a public forum.
Numerous “university professors and scientists [who] identify as Democrat/progressive” also believe in Jesus Christ, the Holy Spirit, and God. To them, “reading” the Bible is taken as a “complex” journey – where the literal, figurative, allegorical, and poetic language within collected stories of those obviously inspired and guided beyond earthly possibilities enhances their “critical” and “analytical” “thinking,” while also lifting spiritually.
Along these lines, how many people are mocked throughout history? From the most common to the most prominent, to him it would seem that followers of Moses were laughingstock material, just as those who were willing to be crucified (or burned to death, etc.) in the name of Jesus. For believing, was Thomas Jefferson another idiot for joke routines? What about Lincoln? Was Martin Luther King a fool to be mocked for rising to such levels based on cartooned centers? For any that do believe (simply or complexly), to him the answer is clearly “yes” – regardless of “infallible proofs” (Acts 1:3) or any other truths.
Note: Not all Christians are behind the times in intellectual development (i.e., thinking the earth was created 6,000 years ago: 2 Peter 3:8 But do not forget this one thing, dear friends: With the Lord a day is like a thousand years, and a thousand years are like a day.).
Note: Not all Christians attack atheists with vitriol and half-wit monikers/denunciations.
And then, when he has been “[led] straight to” “a more open-minded” view than he ever imagined, may he experience all the necessary paths (from a bottomless void) of seeking forgiveness and true enlightenment that long lines of soulless derision require.
Obviously, some “Liberals [do actually] hate God [or will go to any extremes to deny His existence].” “Was it a terribly elitist and unkind thing to say? Sort of.”
1. And there I saw One who had a head of days,
And His head was white like wool, And with Him was another being whose countenance had the appearance of a man, And his face was full of graciousness, like one of the holy angels.
When I was very young so many songs were sung
So much wasted time on an uphill climb
But you where always there, a feeling in the air
There was nothing to fear you were so near
Now you are here once again
As I stand in your presence
I can feel the quiet patience of your gaze
Like an old superstition
You are haunting all my dreams and waking days
(Chorus)
All my life I knew you were waiting, revelation anticipating
All is well, the search is over, let the truth be known
Let it be shown (give me a glimpse of home)
There’s no resisting you among the chosen few
It’s so hard to be sure, it’s so hard to endure
And when I hear your voice
I know I have the choice
To pursue an ideal, something so real
Now I’ve got nothing to lose
As I see your reflection
All the answers I desire become so clear
Like a page that is turning
I can look into the future without fear
You’re in my rock and roll, you’re in my very soul
Though it’s heavy to bear, it’s a feeling so rare
And it’s a mystery, the way it’s meant to be
Can we ever know, we’re moving so slow
There ain’t enough time in the world
As I reach up the ladder
There is something ever higher to perceive
Like a fire that is burning
In my heart I know I surely must believe
It’s Who You Are
Being Conscious of Miracles Attracts More of Them:
From the heart of the core miracle, through each connected/lighted realm, there are both natural and purposely provided paths. In association, our spirits (as guided by exploring/opening minds and pristine callings) have the ability to make these journeys (in truth) – where, beyond earthly settings, even the physical follows through.
To my Love, my“Joan of Arc”: At pristine times, you were a messenger –
of the greatest “Glimpse[s].”
At present times, we are continued –
among the messages.
Shared (02-25-2012): As far as Christ and the current wickedness covering our world, He is seeing every avenue, twist, and toll. There is
a Battle rising. The more the darkness steps up, the more the Light coincides. The more the darkness destroys, the more the Light restores (in preparation). The Time itself is rising — as the other side tries to reap and conquer all that it can — knowing that its time is limited to a certain span. Just before the end of that span, Victory is assured — as was written, for only one side. What each of us will be called upon to do during these (and those) times will vary (in levels). What each of us will experience during these (and those) times will vary (in levels). Yet, every calling/experience will be essential to the overall, to the Collective.
He is here with us, now. He is leading these efforts, now. He [was] watching while I wrote this. He will be watching while you read this.
He and the Father are preparing whatever and whoever needs to be prepared. And, when the time comes – […] all of us (whether after our earthly lives or during), as well as all of them, will witness the Truth, the fulfillment, and everything promised through the Word.
(05-03-2012) Imagine as a vision [purposely leading to “Y”]: A group within a subterranean area: “The secrets of John the Baptist are within this White Cross”: It is then opened. (The contents reveal to be. . . .) Next, followers are searching on the hillsides (after the resurrection): “Jesus?” “Jesus?” Traveling among a small crowd (across from the latter, and looking just behind – to glimpse at who was hidden):
“I knew that it was Him. He told me not to say who He was.”
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