tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13278828202086069962024-03-05T05:11:36.935-05:00Lessons Along The WayPsalmisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01972544374374244636noreply@blogger.comBlogger47125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327882820208606996.post-22419342959318390952020-11-14T00:43:00.001-05:002020-11-14T00:43:09.001-05:00Post surgerySo, Monday the 9th was the big day! The day that I finally got my lower back work done. Dr Mark Eskander did an L3 to L5 fusion and an S1 to L3 laminectomy. From what I understand everything went well. I am on some pretty decent painkillers because I actually walked into the apartment with a walker with very little pain. I took my second dose of Tylenol and Tramadol about an hour ago because the wound was starting to bother me when I got up to use the bathroom. But all in all I still feel pretty good enough to even say that after next week I might very well be able to go back to work! I'm going to get up tomorrow and try to... Well it's already tomorrow so I guess I'm going to get up later today and see if I can drive to Walmart. I need a handheld shower head to give myself a proper cleaning and maybe a couple other things but that's the main thing. So I'm thanking God and all the prayer warriors that held me up because I did not expect to feel this good after 5 days post surgery I expected to be in major pain unable to move unable to do anything. I got in the house I was able to walk around without the walker! So God be praised Amen!Psalmisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01972544374374244636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327882820208606996.post-15544409572176761052020-08-29T07:38:00.001-04:002020-08-29T08:08:10.849-04:00WAKANDA FOREVER!So, yesterday evening Chadwick Boseman died at the age of 43 from colon cancer. It was reported that he had been battling it for four years while he made some of the most iconic movies of his career.<div><br></div><div>I can't even begin to express how heartbroken I am. Not just because this man who had dedicated his acting career to recreating the lives of so many African American, scratch that, BLACK heroes, has now exited stage left, but that it comes on the same day that we're celebrating the 57th anniversary of the March on Washington by Dr. King. All this during a time when so many hearts are already bleeding and bruised from the most recent killing of a young man who was trying to break up a fight, but because he was walking away from a so-called police officer, he was shot seven freaking times in the back?!?!?! I don't know how much more my poor heart can take?!?!</div><div><br></div><div>I guess I'm going to have to find out how much more my heart can take. The incident with Jacob Blake hurts even more because just a few days later a 17 year old white boy in Kenosha Wisconsin shot 3 people, killing two, then casually walked by with the gun in his hands past police officers, while people were screaming and pointing that he had just shot people?!?! He wasn't even detained, pulled over, paused, or questioned! He was allowed to go home to his family, from where he was PEACEFULLY ARRESTED THE NEXT DAY!?!????!!!</div><div><br></div><div>My heart is so battered and bruised right now from the litany of inequities perpetually allowed to rain on Black folk in this country that I honestly don't know how much more our people can take. This seems to be leading up to the explosion of a powder keg of such epic proportions, the fallout will be felt for generations, and I don't know if that's going to be a good thing. I would pray that the resulting reparations, however they are doled out, would help ease some of the generations of pain already endured, but no amount of reparations, in whatever form, will ever be able to soothe the amount of hurt and degradation and...</div><div><br></div><div>When we saw the depiction of a fictional world where an African nation was so far advanced that the other nations appeared "third world" in comparison, our hearts, minds and spirits were temporarily buoyed, if only for the time while we were in the theaters, drinking in the sweet nectar of a dream yet unfulfilled. When we saw the meek, humble, yet powerful and passionate imagery of an African King whose wise deployment of supremely advanced technology, and it's resulting abundance of wealth, our hearts soared at the thought of a wise and benevolent ruler whose skin color reflected our own. But when we got to know the actors behind these pride-infusing depictions, we couldn't have been prouder to welcome them to the cookout. </div><div><br></div><div>"Black Panther" was more than just a movie for more than just me. It was a gathering place for pride and being Black, and being part of the African diaspora. It was a show of strength, a quiet strength that has always been a part of our people. It was a time to laugh and enjoy what we already knew was so richly and deeply a part of the Black experience. For me, it was just another room at the already overwhelming African American Museum of History and Culture in DC, a place I had quickly come to call one of my favorite places.</div><div><br></div><div>I am still so shocked that the Marvel Omniverse put so much into the making of that movie. I know some have said that it was just part of their financial plan building up to the final Marvel superheroes movies, but somehow it seemed a little bit more than that...</div><div><br></div><div>Anyway, now that one of those famous heroes, and I don't mean the character, I actually mean the actor, Chadwick Boseman, has gone to join the likes of Stan Lee, John Lewis, Maya Angelou, that my heart weeps, and will probably weep for a while. </div><div><br></div><div>There is no way any of us could have known the lifetime into which we would live and see the atrocities that have been played out in our streets. No way we could possibly have imagined that the institutions that were put in place to keep us safe are the very ones that are being used to pick us off...or could we? Maybe here is where my naivete really does kick in. I don't know.</div><div><br></div><div>But while we wait as we watch this all play out, we can still let our minds wander back to that breathtaking scene when that African prince, with his most trusted warrior at his side, said, "This never gets old," as his flightcraft breached the cloaking shield of artificial forestry to view the splendor that was WAKANDA. https://youtu.be/r8nxdAGg2FY</div>Psalmisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01972544374374244636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327882820208606996.post-73326254581389284542020-05-27T15:38:00.001-04:002020-05-27T15:38:27.952-04:00The new face of lynching<div class="kvgmc6g5 cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;">
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">When Colin Kaepernick knelt, there was such an uproar.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Contrast that against the multiple times that white police officers have "knelt" on our Black men. An uproar can only be heard from other Black men and mothers of Black men. Sadly, not enough came from the white nation that raised the uproar about Kaepernick's kneeling.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I love my white friends. The picture below came from a white friend's page, giving voice to her own outrage at the situation. But there are not enough of her. I've heard too many excuses about "how it's going to look?" or "how am I going to be received?" or "I have an image to maintain." Put yourself in the shoes of the grieving mother who now has to bury another Black son, and stop caring so much more about your friggin' image than the life of a man!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Obviously, just the outraged brown voices are not enough, we need the voices of ALL races to make a difference. This is one of those instances when I agree that ALL LIVES MATTER! We need all lives on deck to sound off about this increase in the "hunting season." I'm sorry if this is harsh, but the face of the "officer" looks exactly like one of the faces in the mobs who were pictured with the hanging bodies of lynched victims. His expression is a barely veiled expression of pride in what he'd done, how he'd put down the "black buck."</span></div>
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Psalmisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01972544374374244636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327882820208606996.post-30602802591927852302018-10-21T07:29:00.001-04:002018-10-21T07:41:44.273-04:00For Phil, Getting My Life<p dir="ltr">Yesterday was a day of decisions. </p>
<p dir="ltr">A man I called my singing partner, my brother and my favorite person in the world was being laid to rest. It was also the day of a conference for women who had been broken and who were sincerely seeking the Lord's Face to put us back together again...it was called "Get Your Life."</p>
<p dir="ltr">I don't do viewings, and I can barely function at funerals, but this was for someone who meant more to me than even my family because he was one of only three men in my entire life who lived out what he said when he said, "not every man will hurt you. Some will do well with your trust." And he did. Until the day he died, he lived true to his word, and I was able to always feel secure with him, knowing that my name was safe in his mouth. When I found myself giving him too much credit, or putting a Superman cape on him, a cape no man could ever really wear, he would quickly tell me how flawed he was and to not give him too much room to disappoint me.  Because of that humility, that degree of empathy and that rare knowledge of self, he never did.</p>
<p dir="ltr">So when I found out that his service was at the same time as the conference, I was heartbroken. I don't do funerals well, but this was different. His wife didn't like me, but this was different. I no longer hung with the same circle, but this was different. I kept getting anxiety symptoms when i even tried to picture him in a coffin, but this was different. I had to be there, if only to show my face.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Yesterday was a day of decisions.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Then I heard a voice very clearly say, "Why?" I knew what God was asking without asking for elaboration. Why was I putting myself through all this anguish when I already knew the answer? I couldn't go to the service because I would be a disruption because I would most likely collapse or something equally foolish, and that would tarnish all the years of brotherhood he had shown me.  I had to "Go Get my Life."</p>
<p dir="ltr">It was a day of decisions.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I had already wailed and mourned when I got the news, and will be in mourning for years to come because my heart has lost a piece of itself, but I knew that my brother would want me to "Get My Life." He was there when I had been shattered, and shed tears with me because he was unable to repair me, but prayed with me constantly while we allowed the Lord to heal me.  He pestered me to get back on the stage, to sing with him again, but I kept putting him off because that part of me was still "in the repair shop." He embodied Christ's love because he loved me,  despite me. I miss him, but I've already said my goodbyes, I've already set my face like flint and walk toward my destiny. I let one sister know of my struggle and my heartrending decision to not be at the service, and I went to "Get My Life." She concurred that he would have wanted it that way because he always wanted me to be healed.</p>
<p dir="ltr">It was a day of decisions.</p>
<p dir="ltr">At the conference, I had to decide whether my mind was going to be at the service or whether I was going to engage to "Get My Life." I chose the latter, he would have been so proud of me. I made new connections with big sisters and little sisters and mothers that I had been seeking since I met him. I decided to knock out a little space in the wall I had built around my heart to see if I could trust these women. I wanted to see if my decision would hold water. I think it did because I came away with a renewed sense of purpose and an assurance that I could make it because I had been in the company of women just like me. Women who had been shattered but were desperately seeking God's Face to help put us back together again. Women who had overcome remarkable odds and weren't just surviving, but thriving, kicking down obstacles, and sharing how we, the battle-weary, could do it also. It was that rare company of women who didn't care what you or anyone looked like, or how you got to the broken state you were in, whether it was your fault or someone else's, they were only concerned with how to help you "Get Your Life" back. It got so good that I let my guard down enough to share my own experiences and life lessons with some of the little sisters that I met. I found myself offering advice for situations I hadn't even recognized that I had overcome.</p>
<p dir="ltr">It was a day of decisions.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I had to decide whether or not I was going to take these newly unearthed tools and re-bury them, or continue to clean them up and <u>use</u> and share them with other women who were also shattered and seeking God's Face to help them "Get Their Life."</p>
<p dir="ltr">I decided to use them.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Yesterday was a day of decisions, and I think I made the right choices.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Phil, you would have been so proud of me.<br>
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Psalmisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01972544374374244636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327882820208606996.post-14095555474176159072018-09-02T10:58:00.001-04:002018-09-02T10:58:59.152-04:00Iced tea and discernment<p dir="ltr"><b>Deuteronomy 11:16 NLT</b><br>
<i>But be careful. Don’t let your heart be deceived so that you turn away from the Lord and serve and worship other gods.</i></p>
<p dir="ltr">I have a mild allergy to <u>sucralose</u>. Normally I can taste it in the first sip, but every once in awhile I'm fooled by the other ingredients present. <u>The</u> reaction is nothing serious, just a slight elevation in body temperature, kind of like a heat flash, and some momentary sluggishness, that's on the good days. On the bad days I also get a pretty bad headache, moderate abdominal distress, and some dizziness. It has become increasingly difficult to avoid these reactions because sucralose is now found in so many beverages and I have to be pretty vigilant about reading ingredient lists. </p>
<p dir="ltr">It used to be easier to avoid these bothersome reactions because sucralose once was only found in diet drinks, which I don't drink, because the fake sugars have always caused these reactions. Now I guess the FDA has allowed it to be put into any beverage without any warning labels. Let this serve as caution to those who may also have this allergy and have not figured out why you're having strange reactions to different things. My advice: start checking the labels for sucralose or other inverted sugars.</p>
<p dir="ltr">This post came about because the other morning I decided to try a new brand of iced tea. It didn't say diet so I thought I would be safe, and foolishly, didn't read the label. I had also treated myself to one of my favorite pistachio muffins. Now because I had bitten into the muffin before I took a sip of the iced tea, my normally discerning palate was coated with pistachio goodness, and did not pick up on the taste of the sucralose in the iced tea. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I was driving while I ate, when I started to notice the familiar "creeping" sensation up the back of my neck, the wave of heat wash over my body, and the slight waviness to my vision. I immediately pulled over and checked the can. Sure enough, there was sucralose listed among the ingredients. I was both disappointed (because the iced tea was really good) and angry because the manufacturers had ruined my day because since I'd had this iced tea on an empty stomach, the more severe reactions would soon take hold. So I had to turn around and head home, my morning chore-run shot because of my mistake of not reading the label.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Anyway, on the way home, God began to speak to me about how I had let so many counterfeits slip into my circle, and been feeding on so many false messages because I hadn't been paying attention when my discernment fired. Obviously, I couldn't make any excuses because when God calls you on the carpet, He's already given you every opportunity to make the correction before He has to pull your coat.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I had been "dining" at so many corrupt tables, and not washing my heart afterwards with The Water of the Word, my discernment had gotten "coated" with the world's waywardness, and I was slowly drifting off-track. Even when the heat flashes and headaches of sin had surfaced as God's warning to my spirit to leave whatever I was doing alone, I ignored them, so He had to pull me up short!</p>
<p dir="ltr">I don't know down which road I was heading, or if I can point any specific fingers in any specific directions, I just know I had been drifting, and it took a can of iced tea to bring me back to my senses.</p>
<p dir="ltr">If you know that you've been dabbling in things you have no business being around, use this lesson as your jug-handle and turn that baby around and get back to the road you're supposed to be on. Don't make the mistake of so many others who ignored God's cautionary messages, and have now been turned over to their own devices (don't believe God will do that? See Romans 1:28)</p>
Psalmisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01972544374374244636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327882820208606996.post-49703112773367428102018-08-28T18:01:00.001-04:002018-08-28T18:01:54.698-04:00Real life recognition<p dir="ltr">Recognizing that I have been angry at others for not acting according to my script and angry at myself for acting according to "their" script and not my own. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I've heard that a big first step toward solving a problem is first recognizing that there is a problem. Well, now I recognize the problem. I had this picture in my head about how life was supposed to be, based on the fairy tales I grew up hearing or the idyllic movies I grew up seeing. I grew up thinking that the "issues" in my family were unique and the worst that the world could have possibly burdened me with. People finally crossed my path who were transparent enough to let me know that 1. the fairy tales were indeed just that, tales, and not reality at all, and 2. they and most others were experiencing similar, if not the same, issues I had been experiencing, that I was nowhere near alone. That helped me to breathe more freely.</p>
<p dir="ltr">But now, on to the next step. How do I recover from all that damage that I've endured and inflicted based on my misinformed thinking? What if the people who hurt me or that I've hurt are no longer alive or accessible? Forgive and offer forgiveness anyway. This is more about unburdening my soul than continuing to place blame (which was my MO). I have to be a vessel of healing and while I'm doing that, I have to heal as well. This has been such a long journey of twists, turns, backswitches, retreats, potholes, mountains...you know, I don't have to spell it out, because you've endured your own version of this too!</p>
<p dir="ltr">I find that these intermittent revelatory moments are so key to not only my own healing, but that of so many others because we are all traveling this road called life, and, just like in some of those online role-playing games, you find weapons for future use along the way, you share your arsenal with your troop in order to win the day. So I'm sharing.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I am a part of an amazing group of people who are also on their own journey of discovery, whether or not they recognize it. I've read so many of your stories here on FB and see the growth and progress you've made. Sometimes when we pray for others, we are not privy to the fulfillment of those prayers, and that's just according to God's plan (so that we don't try to take credit for God's work). But every once in a while, God allows us to see the fruit at the moment when we're ready to throw in the towel. I was at one of those moments and a friend from long ago posted a memory that re-lit my candle. The flame lit the way towards today's revelation.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I hope I made God proud with today's work. I want to make Him proud because in the end, it's really His opinion of me that matters. I hope I remember that tomorrow...</p>
Psalmisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01972544374374244636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327882820208606996.post-77251258892040978562018-04-30T10:05:00.000-04:002018-04-30T10:05:41.781-04:00Soul check: Thought disciplineSoul check: Before you discipline your children, or discipline your body, you need to discipline your thoughts. <br />
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Out of your mouth flows the issues found in your heart. So many of those issues can be minimized or stopped before they begin, by controlling the thoughts surrounding them. Because the Word teaches that "as he thinks in his heart, so is he," we then know that those thoughts can manifest into the physical realm simply by dwelling on them. Our very rehearsal of thoughts, good or evil, are the fertilizer those thoughts need to germinate, and ultimately come to fruition, that is, bear fruit.<br />
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2 Corinthians 10:3-6 says: We are human, but we don’t wage war as humans do. We use God’s mighty weapons, not worldly weapons, to knock down the strongholds of human reasoning and to destroy false arguments. We destroy every proud obstacle that keeps people from knowing God. We capture their rebellious thoughts and teach them to obey Christ. And after you have become fully obedient, we will punish everyone who remains disobedient.<br />
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Today's societal thinking veers towards the fulfillment and buoying of "me," everything is about "me" and what "I" can do to become a better "me" by doing things to bolster more of "me." Self-help, self-realization, self-actualization, and on and on. Yoga, meditation, chanting, all of those self-absorbing practices can be dangerous to the soul seeking a deeper relationship with Jesus Christ. They can be soothing and healing, but can also become a subtle distraction from focusing on God to focusing on self. Those are the thoughts that need to be captured and disciplined toward the living for God. There is nothing wrong with seeking betterment of oneself, as long as it doesn't dethrone God. God wants us to prosper as our souls prosper, so He wants us to be better, but not at the expense of our souls (from where our thoughts originate).<br />
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Capturing our thoughts and keeping them captive to the obedience of Christ is the way to discipline our thoughts. Whenever an errant thought crosses our mind, immediately redirect it onto the straight and narrow, or else it will take a detour from the planned route. Ever wonder "how did I get here?" Often it's because of unplanned and uncontrolled detours. Some detours are unplanned, but they do not have to be uncontrolled. Keep the goal in mind and get back to the planned route and "train of thought" as soon as possible, or you could end up so very far away from the goal. Being disciplined takes practice, it is not an overnight successful accomplishment, and it is ongoing, not a one-time deed.<br />
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Different distractions and modes of thought will constantly bombard us, and it's up to us to recognize them for what they are the moment they enter our sphere. Some thoughts are meant to open a closed mind, which is good, but if taken too far, open it to...what? Some forms of meditation are for soothing frayed nerves and smoothing jagged edges, which is wonderful, but if not researched in origin and mode, you meditate on...what?<br />
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Again, before we seek to discipline anyone or anything other than ourselves, we need to discipline our own thoughts.<br />
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Because I don't have an office with a view yet, I have resorted to natural landscape screensavers to remind me that there's a big, green world outside, just waiting for me to enjoy. Anyway, recently, a picture flashed across the screen, and my initial reaction was less than favorable. It was a close up picture of tree bark. I frowned as I thought, "How did that get in there?" But since I had no control over the images in that particular screensaver package, I had to let it slide. A few minutes later, the same tree flashed across the screen, but this time it was a more comprehensive picture of the entire tree. My reaction was exactly the opposite this time. I thought, "What an absolutely gorgeous tree!" It wasn't until after the thought was completed that I recognized it as the same tree.<br />
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How often in life do we do the same thing? I mean, not just make a hasty judgment, but not take unto account the big picture? How often have marriages ended because all he/she can see now is the ugliness of the past few fights, but don't look at the entire victory picture of the past decades of winning the war side by side? How many friendships have died because of one slip of the tongue that caused the heart to forget the many obstacles overcome together? How many missed opportunities because the individual wasn't dressed "right" for our taste? So often we fail to see the forest for the trees (pun fully intentional).<br />
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Just like with my change of perspective with the tree, sometimes we need to step back and assess the big picture, instead of picking on the immediate details. Sometimes the whole is much greater than the sum of the parts. Sometimes stepping back, or away, can grant a never before experienced perspective that can change an entire outlook...<br />
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Psalmisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01972544374374244636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327882820208606996.post-26749102287716493562018-01-11T14:40:00.000-05:002018-01-11T14:40:14.021-05:00Less Filling...<div>
<i>And have you forgotten the encouraging words God spoke to you as his children? He said, </i><span class="aolmail_text aolmail_Heb-12-5"><i>“My child, don’t make light of the </i><span class="aolmail_small-caps" style="font-variant: small-caps;"><i>Lord</i></span><i>’s discipline,</i></span><span class="aolmail_indent-1"><span class="aolmail_indent-1-breaks"><i> </i></span><span class="aolmail_text aolmail_Heb-12-5"><i>and don’t give up when he corrects you. </i></span></span><span class="aolmail_text aolmail_Heb-12-6" id="aolmail_en-NLT-30179"><i>For the </i><span class="aolmail_small-caps" style="font-variant: small-caps;"><i>Lord</i></span><i> disciplines those he loves, </i></span><span class="aolmail_indent-1"><span class="aolmail_text aolmail_Heb-12-6"><i>and he punishes each one he accepts as his child.” - Hebrews 12:5-6 NLT</i></span></span></div>
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<span class="aolmail_indent-1"><span class="aolmail_text aolmail_Heb-12-6">Now, I know that I'm not the only one who can also testify to the pain and regret of "catering" the Word to a particular need, and being gravely disappointed when God didn't come through the way we had thought He would. If we had read or heard the entire Word meant to address the situation, there would have been no disappointment because we would have been led down the correct path of expectation from God. So vital is the need for the entire, unadulterated Word of God, because there are so many of us walking around embittered because of disappointment in a God we never took the time to really understand. If we really admitted to it, there are some areas in our lives where there are unanswered questions simply because we didn't take the time to sit with God to get the complete plan. He was willing to give it to us if only we had been willing to sit and listen. Taking medicine isn't always an instantaneous "spoonful," sometimes it requires a period of "intravenous feeding." I'm not saying that everything has an immediate or ready explanation, but taking the medicine will prepare us for those as well, knowing that sometimes healing takes time; that not everything happens instantly.</span></span></div>
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Psalmisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01972544374374244636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327882820208606996.post-13539688648118784972018-01-05T16:28:00.001-05:002018-01-12T09:55:16.960-05:00My take on the mixing of racesSo, I know I'm probably setting myself up for a lot of flak, but this thing has been sitting in my heart since I overheard a conversation, and I need to get it out.<br />
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The conversation was about mixed children and how that was the way the world was leaning, and that the two participants in the conversation were very happy about it.<br />
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Okay, granted that I wasn't too keen on the "trend" toward mixed children when it seemed to gain steam, and became the "in thing" for people to do, I have now mellowed and grown more accepting as more and more of people close to me have entered and remained happy in these unions. I am not one for trends, so that's why I initially objected. I have seen too many people jump on bandwagons for different interests and causes and started some really good movements, but then grew tired and left the "offspring" out in the cold to fend for themselves. Also granted, that race mixing has been around since the beginning of time, and it's not a new thing, but when I see a seeming surge in something that touches on the "trendy" I immediately get defensive because I so often see the sad outcomes of no follow through after the initial excitement.<br />
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I know that I have already offended many simply by my loose and possibly unfeeling use of the terminology, but please hear me out. I do not voice this concern to stir any pots, or to start a discussion, or to raise any sort of awareness, not this time, I am simply voicing my viewpoint on a topic I found a little troubling in the way it was presented.<br />
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First let me state why I was initially disturbed by the way the conversation was turning. I am a very proud dark-skinned black woman who went through a period of grave disappointment in black men who seemed to blatantly denigrate our race, and crossed over to date and wed primarily white women. I was further egged on in my disgust when I saw that the black man was surrounded by eligible, intelligent, gorgeous black women, but bypassed those options and chose a less attractive, less intelligent white woman. I was only slightly appeased if the white woman was gorgeous and intelligent. What used to get my blood boiling was the negativity exhibited by the black man towards the black women he "rejected."<br />
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Denigrating your own race because you chose someone from another will never look right in my book, no matter what you try to say to me, so don't even bother trying to defend that argument, and I'll tell you why. If you are a black man, that means you came from a black woman, who came from a black woman, all the way back. You possibly had black sisters, aunts, cousins, etc. How can you say that you don't want a black woman without disrespecting and hurting those who raised you? I understand that not all families have a wonderful example to which to look, but those are more the exception than the rule, so again, your excuse will never sway me. Now if you have tried to date black women and have suffered repeatedly and a white woman rescued and treasured your heart, then I am all for it, but please, and I do mean that, please do not group all black women into that awful category I know to which some do belong. So my problem is with the denigration of black women by black men.<br />
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I was not so much disturbed when I saw black men with women from other races besides white. It still caused a level of discord within me, but not as harshly. I am still of a generation who, though we came up just after Jim Crow, still suffered so many blatant racist acts at the hands of whites that the "prized white women" mentality still rises to the top of my consciousness when I see a mixed couple. I do not do it on purpose because it is such a part of my conditioning because of the injustices I have experienced and seen; it is almost Pavlovian. Therefore, my objection level to a mixed couple where the woman is of another "minority" is diminished because, and I think my rationale is, if I follow my own train of thought, they have also suffered at the hands of whites, so they "get it."<br />
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I also do not get as upset if the woman is black and the man is of another race. Being a black woman, I have been subjected to all the media hype about the ratios of black men to black women, and the picture is never a pretty one. So I do not object as strongly to my sisters finding love and happiness with a man of another race.<br />
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As I previously stated, I went through a period of grave disappointment, key word "went," past tense. I no longer give that arena anywhere near as much of my time or energy as I once did, and because of that waning of interest and angst, I have found myself more open when I see mixed couples, especially genuinely happy mixed couples.<br />
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However, and this brings me back to my original point, the eventual loss of the individual races is something I don't see happening. Whether it will be because of more open-minded people like myself, or from the closed-minded prejudiced elements within each race, it's going to be a battle, and one where that blending across the board will lose. There is still too much to be learned from each individual race, and if we blend everything into one big mélange, those beautiful individualities will be lost!<br />
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Something I really enjoy doing is people watching, and part of the enjoyment is watching how the differences interact. And I'm not even going to touch on the subsets of cultures within each individual race! Just watching an older white woman smile back at a Hispanic baby, or a young Asian boy dance with a group of similar aged black boys, or a little white girl join in a game of tag with a group of children, all from distinct races, brings hours of smiles to my face. This is not something that we can afford to lose. Of course there will always be difficulties along the way, we experience them everyday. But if we resort to trying to "erase" those differences by blending everything together, that'll just raise a different set of issues.<br />
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The first mention of "differences" is in the Bible with Noah's sons, Shem, Ham and Japheth, and has been a cultural argument down through the ages. The actual assignment of "races" though, came much later, somewhere around the 19th century, when scientists started to try to categorize humanity based on certain physical racial characteristics. This led to theories and assumptions and unfounded conclusions which led to the rise of racism. If the scientists had been in a different time period or around a different group of people, who knows how that argument might have turned out. As it is, here we are today, living with the results of institutionalized racism, and it causes people to again jump to irrational, unprovable conclusions. I may have even jumped to some myself in researching for this post.<br />
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I still want to learn about the different races though, and I don't want to be forced to do it because of "blending" of the races. I want enough of the original races to remain distinct, with all the distinctive characteristics evident. I no longer have a rabid response to the mixing of the races, as long as it isn't a forced "remedy" from a pacifist's answer to relieve racism. There will always be differences, there will always be prejudices, there will always be misunderstandings, as long as there are humans, there will always be human responses, good or bad. But just because there is a long-standing problem does not mean that there isn't a solution. But blending isn't it.<br />
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America used to be called "the Giant Melting Pot." That is probably why the idea of blending is such an appealing one to some groups. I rather like the new approach where we're now more of a "Giant Salad," all in the same bowl, but retaining our individual flavors, enhancing the flavors of the others with whom we're interacting.<br />
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I like me, with all my flaws and foibles, strengths and wisdom, beauty and scars. So many have benefited from me being myself, myself included, that I would never go back to the people pleasing, go-along-to-get-along wall flower I once was. Being ourselves is the best gift to the world that we can offer; why would we want to give that up to become a carbon copy of someone else? That would ruin the whole idea of individuality!<br />
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I'm against losing our uniqueness, but I am interested in how you feel about it. Let me know in the comments below.<br />
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Humbly submitted,<br />
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I haven't had dreams I remember for years, so last night was very significant. I started dreaming again in December while hospitalized, and that's when I recognized that God was still with me (I was so far down that I'd given up). I didn't think He had abandoned me (I still held on to His promise that He'd never leave or forsake me), but I did think that He was just standing by, like everyone else, just watching me drown and not thinking me worth the effort to even try to help me.<br />
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Anyway, to the dream...I was leaving someplace at night, and these three women were following me, I didn't immediately recognize that they were following me until we were in an area with fewer people. As I tried to rush to my car, they started to rush me. The fear I felt awakened me.<br />
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When my heart calmed down enough from that fright, I began to understand it's significance. I was bombarded last year with trial after test after trial after test, most of them not having the "courtesy" to wait until the last test or trial was over, but kept mounting at sometimes multiple tests at the same time of varying intensities. I let a few people (I thought were friends) know what was going on and tried to keep it moving. Most of the time though, I was drowning. I kept saying I was tired, or overwhelmed, and I would get tepid responses, if I got responses at all.<br />
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But I'm descending again, so moving on...<br />
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The three women represented depression, bitterness, and hopelessness. They had been dogging my heels all this time, but I didn't recognize it until I saw how my circle kept dwindling. The more I cried out, the smaller my circle got. Some people asked me where my faith was, and how was my prayer life. I was so deep in despair, and I was so overwhelmed, they were almost non-existent. I didn't even believe that God heard me anymore, because I couldn't believe that He could not only allow all this stuff to happen at the same time, but that i would be abandoned by the very people I thought He had sent to help me get through this excruciatingly gruesome time in my life. I found out, the painful way, that they were not (my heart is still in recovery over that one).<br />
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As I said, my circle got smaller, but it didn't totally disintegrate, and there were a few who hung in there with me, who recognized that my need for contact was vital to my sanity and healing. They prayed with and for me, offered help, called me while I was in the hospital, offered to come take care of me while I recuperated, and have kept checking on me even to this day.<br />
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I'm still battling bitterness but less and less because I had to just let go of the selfish ones. Because of how I am, I dismiss selfishness often at the expense of my own emotional health. Well, that's another lesson learned, no more. If you were one of those to whom I offered an ear, a shoulder, advice, etc. while I was going through my own hell, yet you never even inquired about my well-being, you may have noticed a fierce cooling off...well, that's because of you...bye!<br />
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I now have recovered enough strength and faith to get back on the prayer wagon, and my desire to reestablish my relationship with God has been greatly rekindled. I have gained some more wisdom and insight into humanity that will probably remind me to keep my circle extremely small. I have to really trust God to send whom He chooses for my circle, and not despair so much when the Judases appear because they too, unfortunately, are vital to my story.<br />
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This wasn't one of these happy stories, but it is to serve as medicine. Sometimes life serves us bitter pills that destroy some parts of us, but if those parts aren't destroyed, 1. they will hinder us from moving forward, and 2. their destruction now allows room for more of the beneficial things to be planted and flourish and expand.<br />
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Psalmisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01972544374374244636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327882820208606996.post-23338586282743136142017-05-17T14:57:00.001-04:002017-05-17T14:57:50.494-04:00Intimidation and Fear: Stumbling Blocks or Stepping Stones?
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When I first heard the expression “Getting Her” from a
friend on Facebook, I had a few questions, but instead of asking, I
just decided to watch for posts tagged with that label to get an idea of what
that all meant. That method proved very educational. I don’t know
if that was the original intent of the founder, but I am so glad she stepped
out on faith with her vision to empower women who were intimidated and afraid
of some aspect of their lives, but stepped out anyway. Brava!</div>
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I was eventually invited to join the group after an epiphany
of my own. I had reached an all-time high in my weight, and then a few
weeks later, a tornado of health challenges that threatened to break my will to
live. With prayer and a new-found burst of determination, I decided that
no matter what, no matter how long it took, I was going to lose the weight and
realize some back-burnered dreams that had been tabled for far too long.</div>
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The weight loss has slowly begun to materialize and with it,
a rosier outlook. My health, however had taken on even more
challenges. That still has not dimmed the determination. I may not
be able to exercise as vigorously as when I started out, and until they figure
out what is causing this new health challenge, my eating habits have had to
adapt to seemingly endless changes, yet I still persevere.</div>
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Because of these new challenges, I was momentarily stalled
in my quest to allow my dreams to re-emerge from the shadows. Not until
the writing of this post did I recognize the reason for the challenges: to
stall me in my quest to polish up those very dreams that cause the enemy to
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God is allowing these challenges, I guess, to help me to see
that I am, and have been, so much stronger than I had originally thought.
Things that used to make me collapse in a puddle of tears, now spur me to ask
“What am I to learn from this?” People that used to make me run in the opposite
direction, now cause me to ascend into heartfelt prayers for their
well-being. That song, “I’m Stronger” keeps playing over and over in my
head when I feel the threat of returning to my old practice of "retreat and
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Someone (very wise) recently said to me, “You didn’t think
you were that important, did you?” This was in answer to a moment of weakness
when I wailed, “Why is the enemy fighting me so much? Why is all this happening
to me all at once?” No, I didn’t think I was that important, I didn't think my actions (or inaction) mattered that much in the grand scheme of things, I thought there were
far more educated, more experienced, more qualified people to do what I thought
I was being asked to do. What I have (finally) begun to recognize though, is that
there is no one more qualified than me to do what God has ordained for me to
do, in the way that He has ordained for me to do it, when He has ordained for
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Sure, I still feel the slings and arrows (and boulders and
mosquito bites, and bombs and backhands) of intimidation and fear, but I have
gained a new perspective on how to look at them, and in doing so, how to face
them and learn from them, and now, how to use them to make my own journey more
fruitful. I may stumble, but I have learned how to get back up, dust
myself off, straighten my crown, and continue to stride purposefully into my
destiny. I have learned how to put intimidation and fear into their
respective places and use them as the stepping stones to my victory, instead of
the stumbling blocks and obstacles they once were. Because I was so often
the victim of intimidation and fear, I strive to be ever mindful of my own
words and actions, so that I do not make victims of the very ones to whom I am
sent to minister. I may not always succeed, but with God doing the
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">Then...I found out that these people were just like the other people, just as hypocritical, ready to criticize, not as willing to help, etc. What I didn't know, and I have finally come to learn, was that all people have these faults, no matter where I go; the difference is how many churches are brave enough to admit to having these vulnerabilities on their roster? It took me many years, and many tears, before I was able to separate the people's actions from Who God Is.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">I experienced the highs and the lows, I experienced the love and the hate, I experienced the victories and the defeats, I experienced the abundance and the lack. I went through so much, but I learned from each experience. I was able to learn to discern between who was really being sent by God, and who was acting out of their fleshly desires. I learned that not everybody set in the pulpit by the pastor was meant to be there (yes, pastors are fallible too!). I learned that I can sometimes learn more from the humble mother next to me in the pew, than the most exalted officer of the church staff, if I paid attention to the real lesson God was trying to teach me. I learned that just because you're loud doesn't mean you're right, or even know what you're talking about (that one applies in life as well, not just in church!). I learned that just because the sanctuary is quiet, doesn't necessarily mean that it's a welcoming environment to the Holy Spirit. So many lessons learned through the years, and so many still to be learned, and some to be re-learned, but my dread of church has definitely lessened. Here's why:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">As children, we're taught to not question authority, to respect our elders, to submit to those placed over us. I took that to heart and it carried well into my adult years. I endured abusive leaders, unsympathetic elders, false prophets, etc. because I thought that's what I was "supposed" to do, in my obedience to their positions. Then I witnessed something one night that shocked me so much, it changed my entire outlook on how leadership should be.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">At a service one night, under the ministry of a "prophet." They were ministering to a line of people in front of them, and finally came to a person I greatly respected. When the "prophet" began to speak, I heard the person, stop them almost immediately and said, "No, that's not me." First of all, I didn't even know that anyone was allowed to do that! I was so shocked! Then the "prophet" went on to divulge some other items, when the person stopped them again, and said, "No, that's definitely not me, and I don't receive any of it." They then turned and walked back to their seat. They weren't loud or obnoxious, in fact they were very calm and respectful, but they were very firm and clear that what was being said to and about them was incorrect.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">The reaction of the "prophet" was less than complimentary. It was obvious that they were not used to being questioned, much less rebuffed, because their arrogance immediately came to the fore, and they began berating the individual pointedly. I understood that their feelings were hurt and their ego took a major bruising, but if you're truly a prophet sent by God, then my understanding of your response should have been one of two things: either clarify the "misinformation," or apologize to the individual for speaking out of turn, and to immediately go into prayer for clarification, stopping any further erroneous activity. This is just my interpretation of things, so I acknowledge that there still is so much to learn, but I believe in at least those two steps.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">Before this incident, I hated going to church during those seasons of false prophecy because I endured so much more "junk" being heaped on me than what I was already enduring. I became depressed because of the lies and false accusations that were being hurled at me, often in front of entire congregations. I also endured false predictions of things to come that never materialized, dimming my fervor for service. But after that night...I learned to say no! I often didn't even have to say anything, my demeanor spoke volumes, and only the truly confident or real prophets dared approach me or call me out. I've still maintained my respect for the office and the calling, but unlike my previous sheep-like behavior, I no longer accept everything that comes out of their mouths without examination.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">One other experience also helped turn my heart back to God and the church. This was after my above experience. Our church has just come out of a season of revival, complete with several guest preachers. One of the guests went so far "off the reservation" that I really expected people to start walking out. When they didn't, I chalked it up to shock and the resulting paralysis. At the conclusion of the revival, our pastor got up to speak, and apologized to us all for the offense and hurt we had endured at the hand of the guest preacher. That was also something I had never experienced before, a pastor apologizing. And I came to understand that because the people had the pastor's heart they didn't walk out, but waited to see how the pastor would address it, and their love and devotion paid off. He apologized to the seasoned members, but especially to the newly converted, explaining the errors and why they were so dangerous. I learned to love and honor my pastor, and in addition to already respecting the office, I learned to respect the person holding the office.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">There have been so many experiences through the following years, from all parts of the spectrum, but I've learned to examine them through the keen lens of the Word of God. And when I wasn't able to immediately find a corresponding passage of Holy Scripture against which to examine the question, I would simply ask the Holy Spirit to help me understand what was in front of me, whether person, place or thing.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">Which (finally) brings me to my topic, "My time...but for what?" Because I really do like going to prophetic conferences and sitting under prophets, I've come across a lot of things in my life. One common thread I've found though, is the expression, "It's your time." This expression is almost universally used as a method of encouragement, sometimes with follow-up and explanation, and sometimes as a standalone. It's the standalones that still give me pause. It's my time...but for what?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">I don't mean to sound disrespectful or presumptuous or even obnoxious, I just know that if God sends a message to anyone, He wants them to be obedient to it. Now, how can one be obedient if one doesn't understand the message? Whether it's a message of caution, repentance, deliverance, healing, cause for celebration, or whatever, the recipient shouldn't go away questioning the message. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">I put prophets on notice because I hold them to a very high standard, they are, after all, the mouthpieces of God here on Earth. That is not an office to be taken lightly, by the prophet, the people surrounding the prophet, or the people receiving the message from the prophet. I know there are some whose demeanors are off-putting, but again, if they are really sent by God, with a message from God, God will prepare the recipient to receive the message, regardless of the vessel delivering it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">I have sat in the presence of some very anointed people who, I believe, were operating under the anointing of prophecy, and so I have learned a few things along the way. One, prayer is key. There is no way the person can operate under such a deep and heavy anointing without having an extremely rich and active prayer life. Two, humility is essential. The prophet, although anointed of God, is still human, and must acknowledge their own faults and shortcomings as such. If they know that they are not operating in the prophetic anointing or that there is something going on in their lives that may be "blocking" the anointing, don't try to "work something up," be humble enough to say that the anointing has lifted and that going forward would be in opposition to the move of God. Also, because of that humility, recognize that the message may not always be received immediately or readily; be humble enough not to get offended or offer any more or less than what was instructed by God. And three, be prepared for the unexpected. I believe that though the prophet may have really sat with God and was sufficiently prepared, if God decides to "surprise" the prophet, then it is for their own edification, and they should be open to receive the lesson for them, because there is, after all, a time for everything, a time to plant and a time to reap.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">There was my time to shut up, but now is my time to speak up. I have had too many lessons deposited into my life, and now it is time for me to share them. It is my time...but for what? To be a conduit of God's wonders and lessons for life in whatever form He chooses. As of now, I only write when I'm moved to, but the time will come when this will be shared to the very ones to whom He wants them directed. Until then, my time is to sow...until it's time to reap.</span><br />
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Psalmisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01972544374374244636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327882820208606996.post-41864101679538228352017-01-30T10:15:00.000-05:002017-01-30T10:20:34.942-05:00Smelly offenses<em>My guilt overwhelms me—<span class="indent-1"><span class="text Ps-38-4">it is a burden too heavy to bear. </span></span><span class="text Ps-38-5" id="en-NLT-14472"><sup class="versenum"> </sup>My wounds fester and stink </span><span class="indent-1"><span class="text Ps-38-5">because of my foolish sins. - Psalm.38:4-5 NLT</span></span></em><br />
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<span class="indent-1"><span class="text Ps-38-5"></span></span>Have you ever made the mistake of leaving something a little too long in the refrigerator and been reminded by an unmistakable rotting odor sometime later? So you go rooting around in the fridge until you find the offending item to get rid of it. Sometimes the odor has permeated other items and you end up having to get rid of some items that would otherwise have been "good" had they not been in the same place as that smelly item.<br />
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Well, so are some of those things we have buried and forgotten or refused to deal with. Those things that happened so long ago that though they still affect our behavior, the actual event was never dealt with. How about those things we did to someone else that because it happened so long ago, we think that an apology now would be fruitless? Maybe those things we've kept hidden for fear of being judged by others, we refuse to deal with. <br />
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Anything hidden will come to light. How so? By the behaviors that have grown out of that manure that we don't even recognize are a direct result of the hidden offense/offender. Have we become promiscuous, but can't pinpoint why? Do we immediately turn to negativity as a defense mechanism? Have alcohol or drugs become a balm to soothe a deep ache? Do we denigrate another as a way to make ourselves look better? Has pornography become a crutch to achieve sexual fulfillment? All these, and so many more, are merely the symptoms of deep-seated hurts that were never faced, either as the offender or the victim. And just like that offending item in the fridge, it can affect so much else that would otherwise have been good, but now carries the taint of that "rotting secret."<br />
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This past Sunday we were asked to search ourselves. Sometimes those journeys within are less than pleasant. In truth, they can be downright traumatic, but in order for complete healing to take place, it must be performed. Tears will fall, feelings may get hurt, divisions may arise, but eventually healing will come if the root is dealt with correctly, that is, in the light of God's Word.<br />
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These spiritual and emotional "surgeries" cannot take place lightly, for if misguided, they may cause more harm than good and the healing purpose sought becomes even farther away and may even become more septic. Any deep seeking must always be done under the guidance of the Holy Spirit and the anointed Word of God. When man undertakes such tasks without the guidance of the Hand of God, perceptions can be skewed, false memories can be introduced, and myriad other forms of damage can occur.<br />
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But when it's done right, oh the freedom, the healing, the rebirth! It's like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, struggling to be free, but when finally free from its prison, its lithe beauty is a wonder to behold, often blessing others by its very presence.<br />
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Search your heart, do you need to go under the Surgeon's knife? Unsure? Take a look in the mirror, or take stock of how you behave or react. Study your actions or methods and see if you do something that, until now, you've never questioned its reasoning. Your healing could be right around the corner, but because you're "smelly," instead, everyone can tell that you're right around the corner. You may not think that there is anything wrong, yet you wonder why "certain" people react certain ways around you. Could it be something you're giving off?<br />
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We have too many wounded warriors going into battle not recognizing that we have holes in our armor, or that we're bleeding under the armor. We have too many battles ahead of us to go in so ill-prepared. There are many men and women of God who are fully equipped to aid in these journeys, but seek God first before seeking them out. Sometimes God wants to do this healing without any other human interaction...but you won't know unless you ask.<br />
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Cleaning out the fridge is not a pleasant task, but it is necessary, especially if something is spoiling the pleasant experience you expected when you opened it. The same with life, it can be pleasant, but if something unpleasant is in the way, it can spoil the entire experience.Psalmisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01972544374374244636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327882820208606996.post-46941680254565904692017-01-23T16:02:00.000-05:002017-01-23T16:44:05.401-05:00Don't let my demanor fool you!<span class="text Luke-21-36"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span class="woj"><em>Keep alert at all times. And pray that you might be strong enough to escape these coming horrors and stand before the Son of Man.” - <span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span class="passage-display-bcv">Luke 21:36 </span><span class="passage-display-version">(NLT)</span></span></em></span></span></span><br />
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<span class="text Luke-21-36"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span class="woj">As I began typing this message I received another message. Just because your situation has calmed down, don't think that the enemy isn't studying you, looking for another way in. The scriptures do warn us that he is like a roaring lion, roaming about, seeking whom he may devour. The lion's roar is a warning to put your guard up and get somewhere safe, but what if he doesn't roar, and like the hawk is silently watching your every move, waiting for the opportune moment to pounce? That's when the scripture Matthew 24:43-44a (MSG) becomes applicable: "<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">But you do know this: you know that if the homeowner had known what time of night the burglar would arrive, he would have been there with his dogs to prevent the break-in. <span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Be vigilant just like that." Always be on guard where the enemy is concerned, never let your guard down. And when you become weary, ask the Holy Spirit to stand watch over your soul, He's always on post.</span></span></span></span></span>Psalmisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01972544374374244636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327882820208606996.post-73249146090674978802016-12-22T13:38:00.001-05:002018-01-04T10:56:46.687-05:009/10/01 Lessons<br />
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"This is a haunting image of the World Trade Center during a dramatic
storm. It was snapped on September 10, 2001, one day prior to the 9/11 Attacks.
Even amidst the turbulent winds, cracking thunder, and stone-cold rain, the
towers stand tall and strong for their final hours. This photo not only serves
as a reminder to the American People of September 11th’s events, but symbolizes
the strength needed to endure a difficult time."</div>
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That was the original caption printed under this, now, haunting image. What it brought
to mind is resilience. It served as a reminder that although storms loomed on
the horizon, although the trouble that came next was even worse than could have
been imagined, although the subsequent horrors we survived came out of left
field, although countless lost their lives, and although the nation was
centered around NY, the effect was felt worldwide, we carried on, we bounced
back. Through tears, broken bodies, and rubble, we still rose from the ashes,
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We may be gearing up for the battle of our lives, and some things may come
from left field, but we've found that despite differences, when we come
together, we can get through even the murkiest of circumstances. </div>
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Some have already begun to rally, sounding the war cry, while others prefer
to hang back, conserving their strength, strategizing, awaiting the real war;
regardless on where the gamut we fall, we may fall together, but we also rise
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I post this from a heart that is both heavy with fear of possibilities and
light with hope for possibilities. My eyes have been opened, and so has
my heart, but make no mistake, in the face of battle, my fist is closed.
I could cast aspersions, but that would be energy wasted, when it is better
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Some are standing in "The battle is not yours, it's the Lord's,"
while others are standing in "He trains my hands for battle, He
strengthens my arm to draw a bow of bronze." The both are from the same
manual, the Holy Scriptures, so I stand in both, behind God, my General, my
Commander in Chief. I ask for a heart and body strong enough to see my convictions
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">More often than not, when we as born again Christians, hear
the phrase “standing in the gap,” we automatically think of praying for
someone, of going to God on their behalf.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>But let me take it one step deeper, standing in the gap means exactly
that, there is a space that needs to be filled, and are you willing to put
yourself, not just spiritually, but physically, in that place for someone?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Parents will often automatically answer with a resounding, “YES!”
when it comes to their children, and some partners may say that about their
spouses, but for the most part, bodily harm or some threat thereabouts will
cause a person to pause and shy away from being their “brother’s keeper.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Let’s be honest, modern day conveniences and
creature comforts have softened our resolve to “live and die for Christ.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So many times we say we would lay down our
all for the cause of Christ from the safety of the sanctuaries we frequent on
Sunday mornings.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But recently, even the safety
of our sanctuaries have been breached, so much so that I have even heard many
fall behind the banner of calling for arming their security teams.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">This recognition of our being “watered down” may not be shocking
to some, as many have heard the clarion call back to Holiness, heeding our
Master’s Voice, and feeling the pull on the link to the anchor that keeps us
from drifting too far.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But for some,
just the idea that we have drifted at all sends shockwaves through their very
being, not recognizing how much their “over-tolerant” behavior has pulled them
from the Master’s Side, causing the choppy seas of tribulation to rock their
boats (but that’s a topic for another day).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">I was listening to a teacher expound on a lesson about King
David and Abigail, and conducted a study on the effects of<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>another issue in the King’s life that caused
his seemingly outrageous reaction to Nabal’s insubordination (again, for
another day).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The supporting text was,
of course, 1 Samuel 25.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>What struck me
was Abigail’s response, and thus my subject, standing in the gap.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Synopsis of the chapter: King David had protected Nabal’s
land and property and so when he wanted to come for a visit, he sent word to
Nabal to help him and his servants out.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Nabal sent a very nasty negative response back to King David.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The King, being justifiably angered, vowed to
kill Nabal and all his clan.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Abigail,
Nabal’s wife, got wind of King David’s plans and hurried to meet him with gifts
of her own, in hopes of swaying his wrath. David relented on her say so, God
punished Nabal with sickness and death, and Abigail became David’s wife.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Oh, side note: Nabal had a notoriously nasty
personality, so this behavior wasn’t unusual, but come on dude, the King?</span></div>
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her husband and her household, went to stand in the gap for her husband.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She hoped that by meeting with the King
before he had a chance to carry out his destructive plot, that she would
somehow sway his resolve for this justified destruction.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Now if you remember your historical facts
about approaching a King without being invited, you remember that that in
itself carried a death sentence.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So Abigail
was really putting herself out there for her husband.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Not only was she going against the law of the
land, but she was also going up against the very justifiable wrath of the King,
who was already on his way to wipe out her family and any associates.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">When Abigail came within sight of King David, she descended
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of her husband’s stupidity (his name “Nabal” did mean “fool”), but more
importantly, of the Lord’s promise fulfillment over the King’s life.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She also alerted him to the foolishness of
exacting vengeance for himself when vengeance belonged to the Lord (smart
woman, invoking God’s laws and promises). That’s what standing in the gap truly
is, putting your life on the line for another, and reminding them (and the
Lord) of the promises of God and the punishments for disobeying God, of
pleading with God on their behalf.</span></div>
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forgive them, for they know not what they do.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
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into the Father’s presence in the Garden of Gethsemane, and even though it
meant His life, He still went ahead pleading our case before a justifiably
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">When we study the Holy Scriptures, we are often shown types
and shadows of future occurrences, and here was yet another example of the
tremendous sacrifice that Christ Jesus would make being foretold in the story
of David, Abigail and Nabal.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So often we
just read these “stories” just to read them, and just to reacquaint ourselves
with what was going on at the time, but there is so much richness intertwined
within these seemingly simply daily happenings.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
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This movie and it's accompanying effects and emotions, are not for everyone, for few will know how to handle the rush and multitude of the reactions responsibly...I am unsure of whether or not I may even be one of them. It comes at a time when we cannot cry "#blacklivesmatter" loudly enough, yet still receive resistance and apathy, pathetically enough, sometimes from our own. But what this movie has helped me to recognize is that with every battle, there will always be Benedict Arnold's and Judases, willing and unwilling. I can no longer blame them. They, like Patty Hearst and countless others, have been brainwashed so completely that they actually believe the filth that their captors are spewing. I will leave them to their own paths, and pray I am elsewhere when they experience their inevitable, unenviable end.<br />
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But still, I am left feeling this feeling that am at a loss to define. I want to do something, but am at a loss as to what. I have so much to do, but am at a loss as to where to start. I have so much to say, but am at a loss as to how to convey the depth of it all.<br />
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I wish I could explain this feeling...Psalmisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01972544374374244636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327882820208606996.post-84246204915742431412016-09-13T12:33:00.000-04:002016-09-13T12:33:30.745-04:00This forgiveness thing<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Jesus has been really working me over with this forgiveness thing. For the past few weeks, the subject of forgiveness has been coming up in some form or another. I'm sensitive to it because I seem to have a little bit of trouble forgiving.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I replay wrongs over and over. I revisit situations over and over. I rehash arguments over and over. I "re..." over and over...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I want so much to let it go, but "something" keeps me holding on. I now recognize that that "something" is a tactic of the enemy. He is only able to do it because lately I haven't given my mind anything better with which to replace those ungodly thoughts. Philippians 4:8 says: "And now, dear brothers and sisters, one final thing. <strong><em>Fix your thoughts</em></strong> on what is true, and honorable, and right, and pure, and lovely, and admirable. Think about things that are excellent and worthy of praise." I haven't been doing that; I've been foolishly going back to "my own vomit," as Proverbs 26:11 lays out, and falling prey to his schemes that try to lead me toward depression. I haven't "fixed" my thoughts, I let them come and go, flittering away like a butterfly. Isn't it funny how the things I should hold onto I easily let go of, while the things I need to let go of, are caught like in a steel trap? Hmmmmmm...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I say to myself that I have every reason to be angry. I have every reason to be upset. I have every reason to be hurt. I have every reason to react the way I do. I have every reason to "rage against the machine." BUT that does not give me the RIGHT! Because I gave my life to Jesus (coming up on 43 years ago), I gave up that right to be ruled by my own feelings and distorted perceptions. Because I made Jesus Christ my Lord and Savior, He rules my life, and that includes my feelings and perceptions. I gave Him my heart, the seat of my feelings and perceptions, I gave Him my mind, the origin of these thoughts and perceptions, I gave Him my soul, the vehicle for those feelings and perceptions. After all this time, I'm supposed to have a better handle on things, right?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">I am still clothed in flesh and so still struggle daily with temptations and distractions, but if I keep my mind stayed...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">Wait, wait, wait a minute, I'm doing what I hate to hear other Christians do, spouting scripture when faced with a real, everyday issues. I'm like a lot of you: I know the scriptures, I've read them numerous times. I've heard them numerous times. I've written about them numerous times. They are imbedded in my memory, but I don't always remember that they are there. As I get older, if I don't constantly find a way to keep these reminders at the forefront, I will fail, and that's a fact.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">Here's some practical advice given to me at various times along my own journey:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">1. Start the day in prayer. This sets the tone for the day. Prayer doesn't have to be long and drawn out; it can be as simple as "Good Morning Daddy, thanks for letting me sleep and awaken, let's get this day started!" </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">2. Keep the dialog going all day. Talk with Him at every opportunity about everything, whether internally or out loud. Ask Him about your wardrobe for the day, the accessories, have breakfast/lunch/dinner with Him. Point out different things to Him (it's not like He didn't see it, but it keeps the "line" open).</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">3. If during morning devotional time, a particular scripture is given to you, write it down (put it in your phone's notepad for quick reference), or somewhere where you can get to it quickly throughout the day. Refer to it periodically as a reminder of the day's thought and focus.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">4. Because prayer is a two-way conversation (imagine that?!!?! You mean it's not the time to be mesmerized by the mellifluous tones of your own voice? No. It. Is. NOT! It's the time to speak to God and to be SPOKEN TO BY GOD!), be prepared to quiet your mind enough to hear an answer or an acknowledgment of your greeting. God loves our conversations, He longs to talk with us, but too many only want to talk, and not listen. Sometimes we want to blame our overloaded schedules, but if we had placed the schedule in His Hands and asked Him to put things in their proper place, maybe we wouldn't feel so overwhelmed and rushed, and unable to "make time" for HIM. Hmmmm...guilty...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">5. Meditate on HIM and with HIM at times during the day. Find that morning focal scripture and place it before you. Speak it out loud. Pepper the atmosphere with it, and then focus on it. Let it's relevance wash over you. Weep if you need to. Laugh if you have to. Dance if you want to. Let it do what it's meant to do for you.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">6. If a crisis arises during the day, don't panic. I know, your flesh wants to go screaming into the street, "Why me, LORD? Why now?" But that is another distracting tactic of the enemy. Try to refocus on Jesus. Maybe that's why you were given that particular focal scripture today, to prepare you for what He already knew was heading your way. Focus your attention on The Answer, not the crisis.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">7. End the day in prayer. Talk over the day's happenings with Him. Laugh about the laughable. Cry over the upsetting. Talk over the upcoming solutions. And let it rest in His Hands. I once heard it said that "A day hemmed in prayer, is like a quilt; it unravels without it." That is quite true. Starting the day without it allows the day to meander wherever without a set direction. Ending a day without it allows the day to spill over into our dreams, or worse, the next day. At the end of the day, hand it all over to Him, and, here's a novel concept, Go. To. Sleep.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">Now you may be wondering, what does any of this have to do with forgiveness? Well, I'm glad you asked! Forgiveness is often wrapped up in "me, myself and I." "They did that to me, and I can't forgive them!" "I can't believe they did that! They knew that would hurt me!" "Why would they do that, after all I've done for them?" The focus is on yourself. When we start, continue and end the day in prayer with and to the Lord God, it takes the focus off us and puts it where it belongs, on HIM.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">When we allow ourselves to see the deeds of others from His viewpoint, the wrongs take on a different meaning and affect us a little differently. For one, the hurt, though still painful, is not as harsh because the Holy Spirit is right there (because you've been in His presence all day) to help shoulder the load, or, if you let Him, take it all on Himself. When we see it from His perspective, the lesson may become immediately apparent (notice I said the word "may" because the lesson may be more of a long-term session, rather than an immediate quiz), than it would have without His consultation. You're able to see more of "why they did it" instead of "why they did it to me."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">Given some of these new perspectives, forgiveness becomes a little easier and comes a little quicker. It doesn't require so much debate and inner turmoil because the immediate discussion with God can eliminate the "flesh, heart and mind inner discussions," if you let it happen. Letting go of past hurts and pain happens with less trauma because the Doctor has been with you every step of the way: from bringing your attention to the problem, diagnosing the root cause, accompanying you into the operating room, administering the anesthetic, guiding the Surgeon's Hands, removing the infected tissue, sewing up the wound, applying the Balm, wrapping you up in The Comforter, transporting you back to recovery, and being with you every step of the way through your healing process.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">This "forgiveness thing" only happens if you want it to. It's up to you if you want to revisit the places of past hurt and pain after you've already been in the operating room to remove it from you. It would be your own foolishness in that instance (but sadly, we are foolish beings, and sometimes a trial has to be repeated in order for it's intended message to stick).</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">We've all heard the adage, "Practice makes perfect." Well, that is so true in the practice of the things of God. We have to "practice" being in His presence until it becomes so commonplace that not being there is like not being able to breathe. The same with not revisiting the places and people of past hurts and pain. If God removed you from that environment and those people from our lives, why go back? Why invite them back into your new peaceful chaos-free zone? Your compassion may want them to have as much peace as you, but they made that choice, and in inviting them back, they may end up stealing your long-awaited and hard-earned peace of mind. Don't do it! Let them be! Pray for them from afar, but hold onto your peace! 1 Peter 3:10-11 says, "<span style="font-family: "times new roman";"><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">He who would love life a<span class="text 1Pet-3-10"><span class="oblique">nd see good days, l</span></span><span class="text 1Pet-3-10"><span class="oblique">et him refrain his tongue from evil, a</span></span><span class="text 1Pet-3-10"><span class="oblique">nd his lips from speaking deceit. </span></span><span class="text 1Pet-3-11" id="en-NKJV-30436"><sup class="versenum"> </sup><span class="oblique">Let him turn away from evil and do good; <strong><em>l</em></strong></span></span><span class="text 1Pet-3-11"><span class="oblique"><strong><em>et him seek peace and pursue it</em></strong>." Not everyone is willing to pursue after their peace. You have! You've done the Michael Phelps, why would you give up your medals because of the Ryan Lochte's of the world? Practice holding on to the forgiveness and the peace that comes with it. You deserve it! Jesus died for it, and you pursued it. It's yours to keep!</span></span></span></span></span><br />
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You are important!<br />
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You matter!<br />
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You are worth so much more than your mind can conceive right now!<br />
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God already calls you the "apple of His Eye" (Jeremiah 2:8) and "His workmanship" (Philippians 2:10). So why are you calling yourself anything else but the treasure that you are? Why does your face look like a gloomy day?<br />
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Don't you know that you mean the world to someone? No, seriously! Here's your "It's a Wonderful Life" moment. You may not have recognized how many lives you've touched as you've gone throughout your day, but there's someone out there who may owe their very life to you, simply because you may have glanced their way. To you, it was just another moment out of a million other "insignificant" moments, but to them, it may have been that split second that saved them from stepping in front of a speeding bus. Or someone who was feeling invisible and your glance let them know that someone actually "saw" them. That child that you smiled at may go on to produce the cure for AIDS simply because they felt like they mattered enough for you to smile at them.<br />
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Don't take yourself for granted. God created you for a purpose. Today may feel like a struggle just to get out of bed, and there are days like that, but trusting and believing in the God Who knows you matter, makes all the difference.<br />
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Say to yourself, "I matter! I am important! I hold significant value!"<br />
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Keep repeating it until you believe it.<br />
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The dictionary defines “normal” as “conforming to the usual standard, type, or custom.” But then we take a look at the definition of “conforming,” which is then defined as “behaving acceptably, following standard, or being, or making, similar.” Ergo, being or making similar to the usual standard, type or custom of what or whom? Hmmmmm….<br />
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God defines those of us who are His children as “a peculiar people, a royal priesthood.” That, in itself, goes against the dictionary’s definition of normal; peculiar being, in essence, the antithesis of normal, if not its direct antonym, and royalty setting the standard, not conforming to it.<br />
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So just remember, the next time someone tells you to “act normal,” ask them, “according to whose or what standard?” If they say, “according to the standard,” tell them, “if it’s not the Lord’s standard, no thanks, I rather like being on the Lord’s side.” If they say, “well, normal according to everyone else,” then remind them that “ ‘everyone else’ died in both the flood and Sodom and Gomorrah. Again, I like the Lord's side.”<br />
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Going against the grain is my “normal.” I’m your sandpaper, baby! ‘Nuf said…Psalmisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01972544374374244636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327882820208606996.post-20151281832182605212016-09-02T07:39:00.001-04:002016-09-02T07:39:09.970-04:00Just because..."Just because something is technically legal doesn’t mean that it’s spiritually appropriate. If I went around doing whatever I thought I could get by with, I’d be a slave to my whims." - 1 Corinthians 6:12 MSG<br />
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In essence, just because I can, doesn't mean I should, because I might get used to doing it and become convinced that it's the right thing to do, simply because it's become a habit.<br />
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Examine some of the things you're doing in the light of the Word. Is it really the right thing, or is it because of custom or habit, or because "they" told you to? Often, even our mentors give us bad advice, not because it came from a bad place, but because it's not the right thing for you. It may have worked for them during a crisis, but it should not have become a repeated "go-to" solution.<br />
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Examine your own solutions and make sure they are what you're supposed to do, not because it's what you thought you were supposed to do. We all make mistakes. We all fall short. We all miss the mark. The key is learning from those errors and veering back onto the straight and narrow.<br />
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Being mindful of what we're doing at all times can be exhausting, but we are not told to do that either. We're told to "keep our minds stayed on Him (Jesus), and He will keep us in perfect peace." We're told to "cast our cares on Him, because He cares for us." We're told to "trust in the Lord with all our heart, leaning not to our own understanding. But in all our ways, acknowledge Him, and He will direct our path."<br />
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This walk could be a lot easier if we stop letting the enemy crowd our minds with legalistic conundrums and wasteful doubts. Trusting God takes time and practice if we're not used to it, but the benefits are so worth it. However, a child trusts implicitly, and we're told to be like little children. So maybe, some of these "myths" of what adulthood should be came out of someone else's misguided notion from a habitually wrong practice? Hmmmm, something to keep in mind when considering whether what you're about to do is really right, or just right for now...Psalmisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01972544374374244636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327882820208606996.post-69496762661113256822016-08-17T13:46:00.000-04:002016-08-17T13:46:13.590-04:00Blessed beyond the curse
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I was listening to Israel Houghton last night, and one of
the phrases he uttered was that we were “blessed beyond the curse.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Now, I have been listening to Israel for
years, have probably heard that line dozens of times, but this time the seed
found fertile ground because it kept rolling around in my mind until bedtime
and is still with me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So as with most of
the “words” that the Lord ministers to me, I unload it onto paper.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I didn’t even recognize that I had asked the Lord for its
meaning, because almost immediately after “receiving” that word into my spirit
did explanations and examples start pouring out.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">The first one was Saul and David.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Although Saul had sinned in the eyes of the
Lord, and the Lord had begun to send him troubling spirits and various forms of
madness, he was still an anointed man of God, and David recognized that
fact.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Even when David had ample reasons
and opportunities to avenge the wrongdoing Saul had perpetrated against him,
David acknowledged that his was not the hand to come against God’s
anointed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Even though the Lord Himself
had sent curses against Saul, those curses still did not outweigh His blessing
on Saul’s life.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Another example is the Hebrew boys, Shadrach, Meshach and
Abednego.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Those boys were blessed and
anointed to carry out God’s plan.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They
recognized this, and even came against the highest authority in the land, King
Nebuchadnezzar, in recognition of this fact.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>They let the king know that they served the God of Heaven, and would by
no means serve or bow down to any other god, and whatever curse or punishment
was meted out, that would neither change their stance nor their minds.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They even went to so far as to tell the king,
“Even if He doesn’t save us from the fiery furnace, we will still never bow to
your image.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Well, we all know what
happened after that!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Those boys were so
anointed that not only did they survive the furnace, burning up their enemies
in the process, but the very Son of God stopped by to be with them in their
time of need.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Now THAT’s blessed beyond
the curse!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I’ll give one more example, the apostle Paul.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Even though this man, as Saul, committed some
of the most heinous hate crimes against the Christians of his day, his life was
still anointed to become one of the most prolific writers of the Bible.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His works and words today influence so much
of what we do and say as the “new” church of Jesus Christ.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His physical life as Saul you could say was cursed
by misunderstandings, hatred, prejudice, small-mindedness, etc., yet the
blessing of the destiny God had already preordained for him out-weighed all
that to bring his life and life’s work, to its rightful conclusion.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Are you living under the shadow of a curse right now?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Has your life taken such a wrong turn that
you cannot see your way clear?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Have
things gotten so dark and gloomy that you can’t even see the tunnel, much less
the light at the end of it?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My friend,
don’t despair.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You are a Word of God,
spoken into existence to fulfill your purpose, and you know that God’s word
does not return to Him empty, not accomplishing what it was sent to accomplish!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Keep reading His Word.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Keep speaking words of encouragement to
yourself.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Keep putting one foot in front
of the other.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Keep forgiving.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Keep loving.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Keep smiling.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Keep being the
vessel of God He has called you to be.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>When it’s all said and done, your blessing beyond the momentary “curse”
will shine through.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I know it seems
unbearable at the moment, that the burden seems too heavy and you have no more
tears, but thanks be to God who not only gives us the victory, but always
causes us to triumph.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He reminds us that
with every temptation, He has given us a way out, so that we will bear the
temporary afflictions that come our way.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Keep your head up, and your face to the Holy Spirit.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Seek Him while He may be found, call on Him
while He is near.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And when He is silent,
don’t believe that enemy’s lies that He has forsaken you (He will NEVER, EVER do
that!), but stay the course and pass the test, knowing that He is still by your
side, watching your every move, prepared to jump in if you go too far afield.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Always remember that you are blessed beyond the curse, that
your life is not for naught, you were created for a purpose, and God’s got your
back!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Wake Up And Get A Life!</span></a> <o:p></o:p></span></h3>
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #663300; font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt;">Scripture focus is Faith. This lesson deals with the woman with
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<span class="apple-style-span"><i><span style="color: #cc6600; font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt;">"And there was a woman in the crowd who had had a
hemorrhage for twelve years. She had suffered a great deal from many doctors
through the years and had spent everything she had to pay them, but she had
gotten no better. In fact, she was worse. She had heard about Jesus, so she
came up behind him through the crowd and touched the fringe of his robe. For
she thought to herself, "If I can just touch his clothing, I will be
healed." Immediately the bleeding stopped, and she could feel that she had
been healed!"</span></i></span><span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #663300; font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt;">Many wonderful lessons have been taught from this scripture on
the woman's faith in the healing power of Jesus, and her temerity, and many of
us have benefited from those lessons. Today however, I would like to shift the
focus a little and go back to the beginning of the story rather than focus on
the end so that some of us who are currently struggling may finally turn toward
the Holy Spirit's tapping on our shoulders, trying to redirect us.</span></span><span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #663300; font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt;">The Bible tells us that not only had she suffered from the
hemorrhage for twelve years, but she also suffered at the hand of the many
doctors she has visited, seeking help. How many of us use Jesus as our last
resort for help? (I know, I know, if you can't say "Amen" say
"Ouch!"). Some of our problems today could have been solved a long
time ago if we had not only gone to Jesus first, but followed the instructions
He laid out for the solution.</span></span><span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #663300; font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt;">Many of us feel that just because we live in a certain
neighborhood, work in a certain type of environment, send our children to
certain types of schools, run with a certain type of crowd, that these
surroundings give us the excuse to become "undercover" Christians. We
don't shout like we used to, we don't dare praise God openly, and to dance for
the Lord in the open, in the presence of unbelievers, has become unthinkable. </span></span><span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #663300; font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt;">Some of us are running from the very commandment we've all been
given, "Go into all the world and preach the gospel to every
creature." We feel that just because we don't have the official title of
preacher that this is not our responsibility. Do you realize that just openly
thanking God for a sale price on a necessity is a form of preaching the gospel?
You're letting those around you know that you serve a God Who is so into the
little details that He set aside an item according to your current situation
(your manna, if you will), and you are letting Him know that you are grateful.</span></span><span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #663300; font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt;">We are letting the world dictate to us how we should praise the
very God who created it! We, who have insight into how amazing He really is,
are allowing those ignorant of His grace, mercy and love to tell us where and
when we should show our devotion and appreciation. We're allowing the
"doctors" of the world to drain us of the very power Jesus left for
us to use to heal the sick, free the captive, and deliver the bound. We're
turning to the atheist for advice on how to word a prayer "politically
correctly." The devil is a liar!!!</span></span><span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #663300; font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt;">When are we going to realize that Jesus is passing by and
standing by looking cute is not going to get it? Follow the example of the
woman, who said, in essence, "Bump all o' y'all, I'm gon' get mine!"
Following the world's example and living by the world's rules for so long, only
got her so far. In truth, the Word says, that she got worse. How many of our
situations (now looking back with 20/20 vision) have gotten worse just because
we did "what the doctor said" instead of "what THE DOCTOR
said?"</span></span><span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #663300; font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt;">Saints, it's time to become disentangled from the enemy's web of
lies. We must extricate ourselves from those who seek to keep us in a
downtrodden state simply because they're afraid to praise God openly. We've
been given the victory in Jesus and denying Him openly is denying this very
victory. It's been given to us; it's a gift, so why would we forfeit a fabulous
gift just because it doesn't "go with everything else?" Please, get a
grip!</span></span><span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #663300; font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt;">Get a Life! And you know I'm right!</span></span><span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #663300; font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt;">Boldly going in Jesus Name, where none have gone before!</span></span><span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Psalmist.</span></b><span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif";"><o:p><span style="font-family: "times new roman";"> </span></o:p></span>Psalmisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01972544374374244636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327882820208606996.post-60671814674394779682016-08-15T10:50:00.000-04:002016-08-15T10:50:22.686-04:00Obedience tested<h2 class="date-header">
Originally published September 3, 2009</h2>
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<i><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Daniel 3 (NLT)<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #3333ff; font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Nebuchadnezzar’s Gold
Statue<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #3333ff; font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">1 King Nebuchadnezzar
made a gold statue ninety feet tall and nine feet wide and set it up on the
plain of Dura in the province of Babylon. 2 Then he sent messages to the high
officers, officials, governors, advisers, treasurers, judges, magistrates, and
all the provincial officials to come to the dedication of the statue he had set
up. 3 So all these officials came and stood before the statue King
Nebuchadnezzar had set up.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #3333ff; font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">4 Then a herald
shouted out, “People of all races and nations and languages, listen to the
king’s command! 5 When you hear the sound of the horn, flute, zither, lyre,
harp, pipes, and other musical instruments, bow to the ground to worship King
Nebuchadnezzar’s gold statue. 6 Anyone who refuses to obey will immediately be
thrown into a blazing furnace.”<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #3333ff; font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">7 So at the sound of
the musical instruments, all the people, whatever their race or nation or
language, bowed to the ground and worshiped the gold statue that King
Nebuchadnezzar had set up.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #3333ff; font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">8 But some of the
astrologers went to the king and informed on the Jews. 9 They said to King
Nebuchadnezzar, “Long live the king! 10 You issued a decree requiring all the
people to bow down and worship the gold statue when they hear the sound of the
horn, flute, zither, lyre, harp, pipes, and other musical instruments. 11 That
decree also states that those who refuse to obey must be thrown into a blazing
furnace. 12 But there are some Jews—Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego—whom you
have put in charge of the province of Babylon. They pay no attention to you,
Your Majesty. They refuse to serve your gods and do not worship the gold statue
you have set up.”<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #3333ff; font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">13 Then Nebuchadnezzar
flew into a rage and ordered that Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego be brought
before him. When they were brought in, 14 Nebuchadnezzar said to them, “Is it
true, Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego, that you refuse to serve my gods or to
worship the gold statue I have set up? 15 I will give you one more chance to
bow down and worship the statue I have made when you hear the sound of the
musical instruments. But if you refuse, you will be thrown immediately into the
blazing furnace. And then what god will be able to rescue you from my power?”<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #3333ff; font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">16 Shadrach, Meshach,
and Abednego replied, “O Nebuchadnezzar, we do not need to defend ourselves
before you. 17 If we are thrown into the blazing furnace, the God whom we serve
is able to save us. He will rescue us from your power, Your Majesty. 18 But
even if he doesn’t, we want to make it clear to you, Your Majesty, that we will
never serve your gods or worship the gold statue you have set up.”<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #3333ff; font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">19 Nebuchadnezzar was
so furious with Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego that his face became distorted
with rage. He commanded that the furnace be heated seven times hotter than
usual. 20 Then he ordered some of the strongest men of his army to bind Shadrach,
Meshach, and Abednego and throw them into the blazing furnace. 21 So they tied
them up and threw them into the furnace, fully dressed in their pants, turbans,
robes, and other garments. 22 And because the king, in his anger, had demanded
such a hot fire in the furnace, the flames killed the soldiers as they threw
the three men in. 23 So Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego, securely tied, fell
into the roaring flames.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #3333ff; font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">24 But suddenly,
Nebuchadnezzar jumped up in amazement and exclaimed to his advisers, “Didn’t we
tie up three men and throw them into the furnace?”<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #3333ff; font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Yes, Your Majesty, we
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<i><span style="color: #3333ff; font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">25 “Look!”
Nebuchadnezzar shouted. “I see four men, unbound, walking around in the fire
unharmed! And the fourth looks like a god!”<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #3333ff; font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">26 Then Nebuchadnezzar
came as close as he could to the door of the flaming furnace and shouted:
“Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego, servants of the Most High God, come out! Come
here!”<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #3333ff; font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">So Shadrach, Meshach,
and Abednego stepped out of the fire. 27 Then the high officers, officials,
governors, and advisers crowded around them and saw that the fire had not
touched them. Not a hair on their heads was singed, and their clothing was not
scorched. They didn’t even smell of smoke!<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #3333ff; font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">28 Then Nebuchadnezzar
said, “Praise to the God of Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego! He sent his angel
to rescue his servants who trusted in him. They defied the king’s command and
were willing to die rather than serve or worship any god except their own God.
29 Therefore, I make this decree: If any people, whatever their race or nation
or language, speak a word against the God of Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego,
they will be torn limb from limb, and their houses will be turned into heaps of
rubble. There is no other god who can rescue like this!”<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #3333ff; font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">30 Then the king
promoted Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego to even higher positions in the province
of </span><span style="color: #3333ff; font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Babylon.</span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">This present economic state has so
many of us going through valleys, some of us have almost given up looking for
the mountaintop experiences that are inevitably supposed to flank each valley
experience. The road ahead looks so bleak, we think the light up ahead is only
that of another truck barreling toward us to do us harm. Let's face it, life
can look really grim when your finances are in question. Let's be real about
this.Some of us know that God is our source and the job is our resource, but
some days it's really difficult to tell our flesh to be quiet and stop griping!
We want the creature comforts. We've gotten used to certain luxuries and will
fight hard to hold onto them We may even compromise our standards just to hold
onto some of those creature comforts to which we have become so accustomed. Sad
part about that is, after the compromise has been made, the consequences are
often much more dire than that for which we bargained.So then we go right back
into the dark cycle we just exited. Let's take a lesson from the four Hebrew
boys and stand firm, even in the midst of the hottest fire of our lives; we
have to believe with every fiber of our being, and when that belief fails, we
have to beg God to help our unbelief and help us hang on with that mustard seed
of faith He gave to us.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">V. 4: "Then a herald shouted out, “People of all races
and nations and languages, listen to the king’s command!" Even when the
laws go out for the country, or the rules go out for the company, or the
leaders create a new policy, if it goes against what God has decreed, be
prepared to take a stand that may cost you everything. Everyone else may line
up with what “they” say, but if you have to stand alone, follow the
instructions to the Corinthians and “come out from among them.” If you are
acting in obedience to God, then stand, even if it is alone.</span></div>
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #000066; font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt;">V. 8: "</span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #3333ff; font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt;">But some of the astrologers went to the king and informed on the
Jews."</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: #3333ff; font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt;"> </span></span><span style="color: #000066; font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt;">There will always be informers, reporters, gossips, and
backbiters who are watching your every move, waiting to pounce on your first
mistake. Be encouraged that if you’re walking upright before the Lord, let them
talk all they want; only God’s Word will stand at the end.</span><u1:p></u1:p><u2:p></u2:p><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #000066; font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt;">V. 16: "</span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #3333ff; font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt;">Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego replied, “O Nebuchadnezzar, we
do not need to defend ourselves before you."</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: #3333ff; font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt;"> </span></span><span style="color: #000066; font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt;">You do
not need to argue, debate or defend your position or stance; God will do it for
you, as long as you remain obedient to His Word.</span><u1:p></u1:p><u2:p></u2:p><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="color: #000066; font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt;">Because of your refusal
to bow to satan’s will, he will throw a fit! He will try to kill you, literally
or figuratively, but however he comes at you, his aim is to take you out! Be
prepared for the fight of your life! Be assured, however, the fight is not one
where you battle the enemy on his terms; the battle will be against your own
flesh wanting to rise up in retaliation to the attack. Again follow the example
of the Hebrew boys and continue in your obedience to God. Let God do the
fighting for you. Only He can defeat the enemy on every hand in an all-out war.</span><u1:p></u1:p><u2:p></u2:p><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #000066; font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt;">V. 24-25: "</span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #3333ff; font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt;">But suddenly, Nebuchadnezzar jumped up in amazement and
exclaimed to his advisers, “Didn’t we tie up three men and throw them into the
furnace?” “Yes, Your Majesty, we certainly did,” they replied.“Look!”
Nebuchadnezzar shouted. “I see four men, unbound, walking around in the fire
unharmed! And the fourth looks like a god!”</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: #3333ff; font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt;"> </span></span><span style="color: #000066; font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt;">Rest
assured though that even in the midst of this firestorm, you won’t be alone.
Even your enemies will see God walking with you, and be astounded as he helps
you make it through this firestorm. While you serve God under the current assault
against your obedience, you will find your freedom restored—you’ll be able to
walk around unfettered, unencumbered, unbound and unconcerned, even in the
midst of the worst storm you’ve ever encountered.</span><u1:p></u1:p><u2:p></u2:p><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #000066; font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt;">V. 27: "</span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #3333ff; font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt;">They didn’t even smell of smoke!"</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: #3333ff; font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt;"> </span></span><span style="color: #000066; font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt;">When you
finally emerge, no one will even find evidence that you were in the fight of
your life. Those around you, friends and enemies, who know you were going
through a trial, will crowd around wondering how you made it over. You will be
so engrossed in your obedience to God, the very ones who attacked you will be
the ones who will have to call you out of the furnace; you won’t even be aware
that the trouble and immediate threat that was supposed to have put you under
has passed!</span><u1:p></u1:p><u2:p></u2:p><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="color: #000066; font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt;">And then! Even the
heathen, the witches, the sorcerers, the purveyors of the very evil that tried
to take you out, will have to admit that not only is there a GOD, but that the
very GOD you serve, to Whom you have been so obedient, to Whom all honor,
glory, dominion, power, strength, prayer and praise belong, is GOD and GOD
alone! Then and only then will promotion come. And not the type of promotion
that comes from a job (although that may come as well, if you serve the GOD Who
gives most liberally), but the kind of spiritual promotion that even man will
recognize as favor. That’s when people will start to ask “well, where did you
come from? Seems like you just “appeared” out of the woodwork.” This from the
same ones who just saw you emerge from the fire. Check the record. Ask Moses,
Abram, Elijah, Joshua, Paul, Peter...they all went through a “fiery furnace”
before their promotion.</span><u1:p></u1:p><u2:p></u2:p><o:p></o:p></div>
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</span><span style="color: #000066; font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt;">So know that you do not
go through a trial for no reason. God does not allow needless suffering. He
doesn’t like to have His children suffer, but sometimes our disobedience brings
about consequences that He as a Father, although His heart breaks at our
suffering, knows that this suffering will drive us closer to Him. All He can do
is wait until we have reached the point where we turn to Him and listen to Him
alone. He doesn’t like the suffering any more than we do, but He knows that it
will bring about the best result in the final analysis.</span><u1:p></u1:p><u2:p></u2:p><o:p></o:p></div>
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</span><span style="color: #000066; font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt;">There are also the
circumstances where we have been obedient (look at Job!), but we need our focus
to be “kicked up a notch” and a firestorm is the only way to “kick” us out of a
place of comfort. Again, God doesn’t like the suffering, but as in the other
circumstance, He is there every step of the way, guiding us and waiting for us
to look to Him for the way out, or at least the comfort while the storm is
raging around us. Our obedience in the midst of each and every circumstance
will either grow or wane, depending on our faith and focus.</span><u1:p></u1:p><u2:p></u2:p><o:p></o:p></div>
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</span><span style="color: #000066; font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt;">God has given to each of
us a measure of faith, and He is the Author and Finisher (or Perfecter) of that
faith, so it would make sense to go to Him to help make that faith grow and
carry us through each circumstance in life. Sadly, not all will do that, and
the end result for those who fail to go to God will be confusion and resentment
because they do not see the reason for the suffering. But it is those who go
through each trial with their eyes focused on Jesus who will see the victory.
They may not get an immediate answer, but the peace that accompanies their
journey will be the proof that God has been there at every turn. God is a
Rewarder of them who diligently seek Him, and our obedience is part of the
evidence of us seeking Him. It is up to us to cultivate and nurture our
obedience, so that we do not even consider disobedience as a viable option. Not
saying it’s easy, but it’s not impossible, and with the help of the Comforter
and Guide—the Holy Spirit—it can be done.</span></div>
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