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Are you driven?  Or are you led?  

There is something magnificent to be said of rest.Faith rests.  Faith is a good fight, too, though.  Why the contradiction? 

No contradiction.  We labor, we war, we fight, to enter into the Rest of God.  To enter into that place where we have come to the end of ourselves, to the point where Eternity takes full control, to the point where all we can do is thank Him, praise Him, worship Him, remain in faith, fully expecting the complete manifestation of all He has promised us to come to pass. The Blessing.  The Fullness of Time.

People talk about John Crowder, but this man has received a revelation, and revelations, of rest.  When you are at rest, you relax.  You relax in the finished work of the Cross.The work is done.  He did it.  We faithfully rest in Him.

Our rest is a witness, of Him, to the world, to our own souls.  The more we rest in Him, the more we, like children, trust in Him, the more He can be our Daddy.

Crowder goes deeper into His rest, he languishes in the Bliss of God. People at rest are more receptive to receive pleasures.  A deep tissue massage is not possible when a body is tense, hence the need for warmth, mood lighting, soothing music, warm oils, and a beginning massage to loosen the tensions of the day.  Only then, only when the body begins to relax, can we experience the healing, circulating, rejuvenating effects of deep tissue massage.  To attempt this before fully relaxing the body could prove painful, even damaging muscularly. Release, rejuvenation, relaxation, rest, only comes when we can receive it.  We must ensure we are led by Holy Spirit, not just any smooth-talking spirit. 

Once we know it is Him (His sheep know His Voice), we take His instructions to heart, step by step, and then, having done all to stand, we stand. We found the promises in the Word, we utilized our authority in Him, we spoke and acted in faith, we remain faithful to that Word…. and then we rest in it, come what may.  As 1 John 5:14-15 says, our confidence is in this: anything we ask of Him according to His Word, we know He hears us, and if we know He hears us, we know we have what we ask of Him.  And that is the more sure Word. 

Come to the place of rest.  Allow Him to relax you in Him.  Receive, then, not just His Rest, but His Pleasure, His Bliss.  He adores you.       

Amen.   

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There is an enemy in the camp.  We have moles.  Thieves are in the Temple.

I don’t quite understand subtleties. What I mean is, subtleties are in everyday life.  I don’t refer to  anything like modesty, or temperance or a gentle prod toward something beneficial or encouraging at all.I mean the sleight of hand, the watering down, the washing out.  Numbing out, blandness of taste, the clearing or mixing of something once bold.  It is evident in simple, everyday things, but speaks of a spiritual, viral nature, as it seems to be creeping into the things of the spirit.

For example, it used to be when a woman wore makeup, color cosmetics, you KNEW she was wearing makeup.  It may not have been harsh, but there was definite color enhancements, shading, contouring, and if done well, it was noted with comments.  Today, cosmetics companies’ biggest selling points are products that go on the face but look as if you are not wearing makeup.  I certainly don’t advocate looking like a clown or a stage drag queen, but, I dunno, call me kooky, but, if I am wearing makeup, I sorta want people to KNOW I am wearing makeup.  I don’t wear it everyday, so when I do, I want it to look special.  Perhaps that is my conundrum.  It is not a daily thing.

Same for what I wear.  I don’t normally dress up or formalize on a daily basis, so when I do, I want the effort and creativity to SHOW.  No, I don’t wear these boots everyday.  Yes, these are new earrings.  Thank you for complimenting my chignon.

But then, there are some things that I DO experience every day, like meals.  Am I alone in this?  I lean toward flavor in my cuisine.  Is this just a cultural ‘thang’, or does anybody else out there hear me?  Holla back.  I need to TASTE the food.  Blandness just won’t do.

Advice: if you NEED gravy with the item, its not flavored well-enough.  No, it does not have to be Indian or Thai level, not even Soul Food level, it just has to have some FLAVOR.  Salt and pepper it at the VERY LEAST.  Cayenne/lemon pepper, chili/garlic powder, lime/lemon juice, some sort of marinade, turkey drumsticks, cilantro, apple cider vinegar.. use any of these and you are then on the way to scoring major points with me and my compadres, capiche?

Anyone else connecting the dots here?  Remember that attempt years ago by that cola company to sell a ‘clear’ cola?  Clear cola?  If I have some caffeinated, high fructose corn syrup, calorie-laden carbonated beverage that can also clean my car’s fuel injection, by-golly, I want it to LOOK that way!  I don’t want some mind-job assault on my visual senses tricking me into thinking that its actually just Pellegrino with a little flavoring added.  I mean, what’s the point?  For what reason?

There are probably a few dozen other examples I could drone on about, but I think you are getting my point.  These may seem like harmless cultural or marketing oddities of a modern society, but they are not.  I sincerely believe that these are reflections of an attempt to condition the soul and spirit for something much more sinister.  

Take the concept of ‘white noise’.  What exactly is white noise?  The way I understand it, white noise is the general background hum, or hiss, or snowy fizz that is always in the background.  It can come from a host of things: the TV, radio, street lights, traffic, appliances, air condition/heater, etc.

Do you know, I can almost never sleep unless I have some white noise in the background?  

I am a city kitty, so I have hated visiting the south (even though it is gloriously beautiful and I adore southerners), mainly because of two things, the heat (primarily in conjunction with the humidity), and the quiet.  Not used to it.  Blooming uncomfortable.

Thank God for iPods.

I need to be de-conditioned, de-programmed in that area.  

I notice this ‘diluting’ trend in the pulpit more and more.  More and more, I have noticed a watering down of the Gospel.  A compromise, if you will.  The blander the message, the wider the appeal.  And it would follow, then, that the wider the appeal, the grander the offering will be.  Or perhaps, the more that can be reached and corralled into their respective cages-I mean, barns-I mean dens.  

We have been historically programmed to mis-understand Jesus Himself.  What must it be like to be the Ancient of Days Himself, and be mis-understood by your own creation?  To be mis-perceived because of the purposefully driven mis-teachings of the ones you called (or perhaps that called themselves) to preach your Word?  O, the false prophets.. O, the false teachers.. O, the false apostles and preachers..

Jesus came to shake things up.  Yes, He came to take back that which was taken, which was lost, which was stolen…but He also overthrew the money-changers’ tables in the temple and kicked those people out.  It was not a gently-executed ordeal..  I expect it was fairly bloody.  He chewed the elitist Pharisees up and spit them back out again on a pretty regular basis when He was accused or accosted by them.  He knew exactly what He was doing, and exactly what they were doing.  And He quoted scripture while He was doing it, which they knew, but did not believe, did not perceive right in front of them, and which they also hid from the masses of Jews, misleading them most of the time.

So, you see, this concept is nothing new.  There is nothing new under the sun.  Its just pervasive in newer, more far-reaching and more insidious ways.  The enemy has learned to use more subtle conditioning techniques, to get the masses accustomed to the concepts of watering down a thing, or making the artificial appear to be “clear” and ‘natural”.  Make them believe that its water, by having it look like water, smell like water, feel like water, sound like water and taste enough like water, that they won’t notice any subtle differences that are added in over time.  They drink it normally, increasingly, even, and then the more artificial we add in, until, they are drinking something completely different than water.  The world will never know.

Not just an analogy, by the way, that is actually a literal example.

The new world order is just about here.  And it will not be televised nor plop down with a loud bang.  It will seep in under the cracks and crevices of our lives.  The small capitulations, the slightly nuanced maneuvers, the light compromises, ever growing, ever more frequent, day unto day.

If you have NEVER actually cracked open a Holy Bible and actually physically read it, I highly advise doing so.  It amazes me what is actually written, it could actually be the exact opposite of what you may hear in a church service.  Multiple translations are good for study, too.. be Holy Spirit-led.  The main point is, don’t just believe what I say, or what any other somebody says about the Word of God, about what He is really like, about Jesus’ walk on this earth the first time… read it for yourself.  Actually physically read the first four New Covenant books, read the letters/epistles following, read the Old Covenant books for yourself.  Guaranteed, God will surprise you by what He actually says to you therein.  You may never hear/read it otherwise.  Its not considered ‘newsworthy’.

And then, drain that excess water from your view, add back in the color, put more flavor in your food (per your taste).  Throw on some bright red lipstick (if you are a woman) or deep plum, or frosty tangerine..find ministers who give you the Word full-stength, who bring you from milk to meat, and then mature you in the faith.  Find material and mentorship that sharpens and focuses and hones and refines and ignites using the Word.  

Now more than ever, we need that refiner’s fire of Holy Spirit, the washing of the water of the Word, the burning away of the dross.  Straight, no chaser, un-compromised, full-strength, undiluted, fear-free, bold and brassy Word of the Living God.

So be it.

Amen,

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I think I found my grape “cluster”, if you will.. The work I am called to has been opening up to me like a huge stone door. I have just been brought to my knees in awe. God TV, founded and run by holy visionary pioneer Wendy and Rory Alec, have been airing shows related to eschatology (the study of the end-times).  The first series I watched in the wee hours of this morning is Apocalypse and the End Times.  Their guest was Christian, end-times expert, professor and news commentator Paul McGuire.The fact that a high-profile and well-loved and respected Christian network would present such incendiary programming impresses me greatly.  No punches were pulled: the discussion included topics like the Federal Reserve, Freemasonry, the Tri-lateral Commission and the Council on Foreign Relations. I love the fearlessness of Wendy and Rory.  Names were even mentioned, like the Rockefeller and  Rothschilds families.  It was clear that they intend in this series to expose and help collapse the burgeoning evil New World Order, and all its expressions, including currency and market manipulations, artificially generated food shortages, the “experimental” targeting of innocent people with electronic and chemical weaponry administered remotely, and the like. These folks are part of my cluster.They have also begun airing end-time films, like Megiddo. I got a sense that soon, based on the upcoming guest list for the series, they will be discussing the Nephillim and its role in great end-time deceptions, both before and during the rapture.God amazes me.  He loves us.  He wants us never fearful, for we are more than conquerors in Him, but extremely well-informed, all of us.Amen,periphery 

I have just spent the late afternoon/eaerly evening hours resting, spending  Time in the Arms of my Lover, this King of Glory.  

He makes me giggle.  I love spending time with Him.  I need Him with me all the time.

So, I am reading John Crowder’s latest book “The Ecstasy of Loving God“, and already getting a sense of a release to love, a release to enjoy the pleasures of God.  

Love, Who is God, needs expression in order to be truly fulfilled.  Love unrequited is Love frustrated (ask me how I know).  A lot of what confuses and bewilders people about God encounters, I believe, is the misinterpretation, the mis-perception, if you will, of God’s longings, His yearnings for us.

And we are the objects of His Love: humankind.  We’re the reason for The Plan, we are the reason for the Whole Show.  Family, children, offspring to raise up, train up and bequeath the Family Business to as an inheritance.

And, get this, the Will has been prepared, the Death has been accomplished, and the Executor of the Will has been forever Resurrected to Administrate that Will and ensure all inheritors, all named parties, are given all that is promised unto them.

He’s our Holy Executor, Love, Love’s Son, Himself.

But that’s just one benefit of this Covenant, and there are countless more.  However, I am just now learning, in very recent months, less than 20, about the bliss of His Love.

Bill Johnson described this sort of experience in his book “Dreaming With God” when he wrote how that narrow is the Way and strait is the Gate to Salvation… but once you are Inside, you find there is sooo much more (beyond the threshold) inside, than outside.  Were truer words ever spoken of this?

And His pleasure is just one, and one I am just beginning to perceive and experience.  

And without guilt.  He actually thanked me for spending Time in His Arms.  What a King is this?  Thanking me for the honor it is to me to dwell in His Presence, not to even mention laying in His Arms.

And “our song” played over and over again, for hours.. it was the Most Romantic Moment so far of my life.

To think that I can please the Lord, I can woo and romance Him.  I can make Him giggle and swoon with Love over me:

9Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, my spouse; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, with one chain of thy neck.

10 How fair is thy love, my sister, my spouse! how much better is thy love than wine! and the smell of thine ointments than all spices! (Song of Solomon 4:9-10)

5Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me: (Song of Solomon 6:5)

Romantic Moments.

Admittedly, the difficulties I had in even allowing The Father’s love in and on me were because of old baggage I carried.  Baggage from difficult family relationships, confused alliances, emotional mishandlings I suffered earlier in life.  His Great Love is restoring me, comforting and healing me, inside out.

But Romance?  I never really expected Romance, not even really in the natural.  I figured I was late to the show, it was too late, and that was okay with me.  I even told the Lord that.  I said I am fine with it being just me and Him, all business, getting the job done, then I can Go Home.

It was HIM.  HE’s the One who started talking to me about Love, and Covenant marriage, and connecting with another.

OK.  So then we started our “Therapy/Pre-marital Counseling” sessions.

Then, His Romance!

I was not aware He was actually also preparing His bride for Himself.  Makes sense, though; how can you love if you cannot receive it.  You cannot give to another what you yourself do not have.  True love must be received first from Him, from God.  Love is the True Teacher of love.

He Romances me.  He whispers sweet things to me.  He knows all my favorite things, my favorite colours, my favorite songs.  He remembers all of my dreams and desires.  He lets none of them fall.

He keeps me, I am a kept woman.

He tells me some of His Secrets.

He shares His Heart with me.

And He can cook!  Did you know that the Lord can cook?  Every recipe you can imagine.  When you think that you have ”nothing’ in your kitchen, He can put together a dish you could not have ever dreamed, and teach you to prepare it in ways you could never have thought.  I unequivocally aDORE a guy who can cook!

He’s a Dreamer.  He has Dreams, He imagines, He has Desires.  His Secret Wishes are coming to pass, but there are so many more.

He longs for us soooo very much more than we long for Him.  He is more eager to be with us than we are to be taken away by Him.

What kind of Holy Consummation will be that?

 I long for that Day.

Amen,

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Perspective

Life is so much about perspective.  I ambled along with the flow of the world in many areas for most of my adult life.  Any veering off the well-trodden path, and I would actually get “spooked”.  Even when I got saved and began to mature spiritually, I held on to such rigid beliefs and standards.

Case in point: work.  We all have to work, we all gotta make a living, all need to have some sort of job, vocation, occupation, or what have you.

Right?

That’s the most logical plan, the most popularly taught and believed plan, the easiest one to flow into.  Forgive me in advance, but, the next few lines are going to sound a whole lot like Robert Kiyosaki, k?

From almost the cradle to the grave, we are, en masse, taught to go to school, get good grades so we can graduate with high credentials and then we can get a good job in a respectable field making really good money that will be our saving grace for our families, our lifestyles and our retirements one day.

Line all your ducks in a row.  Color only within the lines.  Stay behind the dotted line.  Don’t come out of your cage, Johnny, and maybe one day you can grow up to be a hamster spinning a wheel just like we are!

Just like most in this country, I grew up with the belief that work equates job, specifically, corporate job.  I used to sincerely believe that the ultimate existence (next to developing a cult following in the Church of Celebritydom/Hollywood) was plugging into the Corporatocratic Matrix.  If I did that, I could consider myself a “contributing member of society”.  I could hold my head high, simply because of my “job”.  I could actually attend my high school reunion, this time, because I could confidently talk about what I have been up to.  My worth, my self-image, my very identity was my glitzy, techno-geek-titled, headquarters-stationed ‘J.ust-O.ver-B.roke’.

To exacerbate the delusion, I was one of very few African-Americans to ever come through the entire floor, not just my department of that corporate branch, and I was the first and only woman throughout my stint there.

Talk about a poster girl, that was me!

The saddest part of the delusion was that I was nothing more than a glorified babysitter for what amounted to an email queue.  No expertise needed, a homeless bum off the street could do my job.  And my salary was fine for my hometown of Detroit, MI, but was considered just above poverty level, according to the housing authorities, for a single, no-dependents adult living in the city of Los Angeles.  Yeah, the standard of living is that much higher, everything costs insanely more here.

O, but I had all the trappings of looking good:  awesome title, great work station (it looked like a miniature version of NASA), full benefits package, corporate HQ office right on the Sunset strip..  Got a newly remodeled apartment (studio-$1k/mo.) and bought a new(er) Corolla and ordered my obligatory, good quality, cheap-but-cool Ikea furniture..  Hooked up my DSL, registered my domain names.. the whole bit.

Then revelation plopped in my lap one evening.

I had suspicions, as you well know, about the strange stalking/mobbing activity going on around me.  Years this had been going on.  I knew, when it followed me across the country, that it was bigger than I thought.  I just didn’t know how much bigger.

I saw two movies.  The first was America: Freedom To Facsism , by the late, great Aaron Russo, and End Game , by Alex Jones.  It all began to come together.

What I could not understand, though, was, why was I being attacked, “targeted”, if you will?  How was I such a threat?  I am just one person, after all, amid hundreds of millions.  Then, I got it.  Really, I perceived it, by revelation.

Even one miniscule act of “disobedience”, even just one rebel, one act of civil disobedience, even, must be squelched by this bunch.  Must be, lest others observe what she is doing, how she is surviving, how she is thriving, and get the same notion in their heads.  Its like a virus, once another “catches” it, it begins to spread like wildfire, and then it will be next to impossible to contain.  Their plans depend upon their complete control, even if only beginning with minor manipulations, the ultimate goal is to steer everything to their specs totally.  Rebellion, even a little, is ultimately unacceptable.

Plans were made early for just such an event, though.  It is an inevitability that we will resist, hence the plans are being implemented, at a rather hurried pace, I might add.  I believe that the plan hinges on a few things, however.

One, we all have to have some sort of “job”.  Someplace where we are connected to Babylon, somewhere we go every weekday.  We have to be plugged in to the multiple matrices provided by Corporate America, Corporate Canada, Corporate India, Corporate UK, Corporate China, Corporate Japan, Corporate Australia…etc.

Two, we have to have some sort of categorization in terms of our spiritual beliefs.  This is especially true if you are a Christian (as you will be ‘contained’ first).  You must have a ‘congregation’, as it were.  You have to belong to some sort of ‘denomination’ or ‘local home church’.  Some place you go to weekly or twice a week to practice your beliefs.  If you don’t have one, and you say you are a Christian, then one can be appointed for you, by them.

Three, we have to be connected to their Babylonian monetary system; not just connected to it, but dependent on it.  It is by design that most Americans (Americans!) are just one or two paychecks away from losing their homes.  That was BEFORE the banking system and stock market collapses.

We are put-near in a tailspin now..

Four, we have to keep busy.  We have to be occupied, we have to stay entertained.  We are not allowed to be still, to quiet ourselves, to seriously sit down and think.  If we stopped, and thought, and consulted our spirits, particularly those of us directly connected to Holy Spirit, well, see, that would be bad–for them.

The plans, the existent system, and the new order (yup, as in, new world order) is dependent upon our numbing out, dumbing down, drugging out, Hollywood-intoxification.  In essence, we are to be incapacitated in all ways possible, but especially mentally/intellectually, by keeping us busy, frantically putting us through our paces, entertaining us, occupying our time, scolding us for never measuring up to impossible standards of perfection, making us keep up with the Joneses (all the while artifically affecting markets, rates, currencies, etc, so we can never really get ahead, but placing the blame and guilt upon us for not doing so).. while simultaneously subliminally convincing us of how happy we are, how fortunate we are, how wonderful our lives are, how blissful the planet can be, if we just work harder, sleep less, do our jobs longer, spend less time with family at home..

Even now, many of you reading this are “spooked” by what I say.  I feel ya.  I was right there where you are, plugged in, so to speak.

So now that I have begun the process of ‘un-plugging’, allow me to tell about some glimpses I have been having from ‘the dark side’, if you will.

This is very much for me like emerging from a long and very dark tunnel.  It is almost as if I am finally ‘waking up’ and I am detoxing from the the ‘augmentations’ of the world.  Here is where perspective comes in.

Funny how when you unplug from that matrix, those still plugged in, and still deluded especially, no longer have the ability to relate to you, to converse, to interact with you.  Its as if you have changed so much (even after just one day) that they feel as if they don’t know you anymore.

Most of them are not able to look beyond their cage, much less next week.  Some don’t want to think years ahead, like say 10 or 20 years or so.  They have little to no vision for it.  Guess what?  Those 10-20 years are here!

I watched what Corporate America did to my father, while he was still quite young.  He was the model employee.  He hardly ever took time off, he worked seven days a week, including all holidays.  He did his work exceptionally well, and quickly.  He gave his all to his job, to a fault.  He admits today that he neglected family because of what he believed about the job.  He missed my high school graduation, primarily because of his job.  He came to my college graduation, but they had already begun the process of trying to eliminate him by that time.

I saw how it almost destroyed him, financially and physically.  His words to me still make me tear up: “Don’t let them do to you what they did to me”.  I always kept these sayings of his in heart.  So, when the Lord opened windows of opportunity for me, opportunities in business, opportunities in ministry, opportunities of escape, I consulted Holy Spirit, confirmed it through various Words from Him, and decided to ‘let go’ and ‘let God’.

This can seem like a long, lonely journey.  It certainly appears scary, the unknown.  But I have a Promise (or three) from the Master, and I have decided to believe in them.  Its so very easy to slip into despair at this stage.  I am holding onto the Lord for dear life.  I seek not to save my life, but to lose it in Him, for His sake.  In doing so, He saves my life.

That is what I mean by perspective.  To the plugged in, I seem sad, off-track, even crazy, definitely depressed, in need of counseling, should be shipped back to mommy.  But..

I sense I am getting clearer, stronger in sight and in hearing God, a tighter, more focused walk in the spiritual realm, and developing a greater and closer walk toward the path of the office of the prophet.  I know I am not perfect, I am human, and I am still maturing and developing, so there are things I could miss.  I know God much better than I used to, though, and I know that He will send every available voice to me when I am wrong, or if I am in danger.  I have purposed, and continue to purpose, in my heart to always ‘listen’ for Him, to be ultra sensitive to His leadings, His promptings.

God has had me to do some fairly wacky things these past few years.  I began to feel like Ezekiel, Jeremiah, Daniel and Elijah, even Isaiah.  But at the same time, He began to develop the call in me, the ministries, of words, the warrior-worshiper, the dancer, the musician, the intercessor, the dream interpreter, the prophetic mouthpiece, the individual and corporate pray-er, the courageous and the bold, and greatly lifted my self-image and my self-esteem.

I feel like I am finally getting free to pursue His ‘work’ (really, honor) full-time.  I say getting because I am still learning to get one area of my life free to fully connect to Him–finances, provision.  This one’s a biggie.  This is the one that keeps us, and has kept me long after I knew better, tethered to the cubicle, running in that little wheel.  God is faithful, He Promised that sort of freedom to me, and it is only by Him that I can get it, and only by Him that I want it, for every other way is sinking sand.  The Victory is already won, though.  It is already mine, I just have to keep walking it out.  By Faith.

So, you see?  Perspective could have this situation look extremely dire, and its exceptionally easy to flow into that current, just live normally, sleep, eat,  (work) watch TV, and there you are, instant depression, just add water.

Or I could severely limit negative influences as much as possible (and that includes many people in my life, unfortunately, who are dear to me, but

are full of fear, pessimism, criticism, denigration, subjugation and unbelief) and instead, keep my mind on Him who keeps me at perfect peace, seeking first the Kingdom of God and His Righteousness.  All the rest will be added to me.  My sole occupation is Love.

So He says.
So I agree.

Amen

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OK, so allow me to pre-qualify what I am about to say.

I have no definitive ‘congregation’ or ‘denomination’, as it were. I do not call myself, for example, Charismatic, or Word of Faith, or Pentecostal, or Baptist, Assembly of God, or Four Square, or any other category, though I have friendships, affiliations, even partnerships with many ministries that are. Nor do I call myself Republican, or Democratic, or Libertarian, or Green Party, or Independent Party, or Constitution Party, or any other political party, even though, likewise, I associate with people of multiple political alignments. I call myself…Christian.

When I say Christian, what do I mean?

Specifically, I mean I have, in heart and in verbal confession, accepted Jesus Christ as my personal Lord and Saviour, as my King, my Beloved Anointed One. I do not call this religion, but Relationship, and an ever developing one at that. I believe with my heart and confess with my mouth that Jesus is Lord. That’s it. That’s the requirement. Everything else that follows is post-salvation goodness.

I should probably note that I am a Christian who is NOT a ‘cessationist’ (that is, I do not believe that signs and wonders are not for today), NOT a ‘replacement theologist’ (meaning one who believes that God is done with Israel in favor of the Body of Christ–very anti-semitic, that view is) and NOT a ‘tribulationist’ (in other words, one who believes that Christians will be on Earth during the Great Tribulation and the outpouring of the full wrath of God which follows it). We’ll be discussing that here, too, I reckon.

Moreover, I am not here to condemn, fault-find, nit-pick, yell, or otherwise shove my view down your proverbial throats. I do not condemn, my sole occupation is to love.

And that is, happily, the aim of this first post. Love.

The Gospel according to John begins by describing the Word of God:

1In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. 2The same was in the beginning with God. 3All things were made by him; and without him was not any thing made that was made.

God, The Word, created all things. Without God, Him, The Word, there was not anything made. God and His Word are One. Later, John writes that the Word, became flesh and dwelt among men. Emmanuel, indeed, means “God with us”.

So, The Word is the Most Powerful Thing in the universe. Wait, you thought God was the most powerful thing in the universe? Yeah, that’s what I said. God, The Word Himself, is the Most Powerful Thing in the universe.

Now, I could also say Love is the Most Powerful Thing in the universe. Same Someone. God is Love. I could say Light is the Most Powerful Thing in the universe. God is Light.

This post is about Words, though, specifically His Word, which is God Himself. Its time we started taking words much more seriously than we have. Scripture does not that the power of life and death is in the tongue in vain. Its true. Every idle word will be investigated in That Great Day of the Lord.

Moreover, words are the vehicles God fashioned to carry His Faith and His Creative Power. In Genesis we can map it out day unto day—God said..and it was..and God saw it. We are the only species of being created in the God-class, the Creative Class of species. Speaking spirits is the term I heard a prophetic minister use once to describe humankind. We have authority uniquely granted to us from the beginning. You may have heard some new age-y folk say something like, “whatever you think about a thing, one way or the other, you are right!”. That’s only an adaptation of a Biblical principle: you have what you say. As a man thinks so is s/he. Out of the abundance of the heart, the mouth speaks.

Agree with just any old thought that comes into your noggin’ (and you agree with it by saying so with your mouth) and guess what? That thought just came true. Why? Whatever you bind/loose on earth is bound/loosed in heaven. You have what you say. You are the prophet over your own life. You are the deciding witness.

I have a Ministry of Words, especially of His Word. As we near the end of 2008, one of my New Year’s Resolutions is to be even more vigilant over my mouth-gate. My aim is to get more disciplined in The Word, and in speaking the Word only. The outgoing President, George W. Bush, was interviewed recently admitting that he doesn’t really take the Holy Bible “literally”. I disagree. Surely there is plenty of symbolism in the Word of God, and Holy Spirit is The Guide to help us to rightly divide the Word of Truth, to comprehend, to interpret, to apply, accurately. But when God says things in His Word such as “The Blessing of the Lord, it makes rich, and He adds no sorrow with it.”, I believe that, literally.

In fact, here is a confession (Words) of faith along those lines right now: I believe and receive and claim the full manifestation of that by Faith and Grace of God, by the Holy Spirit in the Name of Jesus Christ. So be it.

Amen,

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