Catching Pigs
THIS IS TRULY THOUGHT PROVOKING. (From and email):There was a chemistry professor in a large college that had some Exchange students in the class. One day while the class was in the lab, The Professor noticed one young man, an exchange student, who kept rubbing hisback and stretching as if his back hurt. The professor asked the young man what was the matter. The student told Him he had a bullet lodged in his back. He had been shot while fighting Communists in his native countrywho were trying to overthrow his country's government and install a newcommunist regime. In the midst of his story, he looked at the professor and asked a strange question. He asked: 'Do you know how to catch wild pigs?'
The professor thought it was a joke and asked for the punch line. The young man said that it was no joke.
'You catch wild pigs by finding a suitable place in the woods and putting corn on the ground. The pigs find it and begin to come everyday to eat the free corn. When they are used to coming every day, you put a fence down one side of the place where they are used to coming. When they getused to the fence, they begin to eat the corn again and you put up anotherside of the fence. They get used to that and start to eat again. You continue until you have all four sides of the fence up with a gate in the last side. The pigs, which are used to the free corn, startto come through the gate to eat that free corn again. You then slam the gate on them and catch the whole herd. Suddenly the wild pigs have lost their freedom. They run around and around inside the fence, but they are caught. Soon they go back to eating the free corn. They are so used to it that they have forgotten how to forage in the woods for themselves, so theyaccept their captivity.' The young man then told the professor that is exactly what he sees happening in America. The government keeps pushing us toward Communism/Socialism and keeps spreading the free corn out in the form of programs such as supplemental income, tax credit for unearned income, tax cuts, tax exemptions, tobacco subsidies, dairy subsidies,payments not to plant crops (CRP), welfare, medicine, drugs, etc.. While we continually lose our freedoms, just a little at a time. One should always remember two truths:
1. There is no such thing as a free lunch
2. You can never hire someone to provide a service for you cheaper than you can do it yourself. Do you see that all of this wonderful government 'help' is a problem confronting the future of democracy in America? If you think the free ride is essential to your way of life,then G-d help you when the gate slams shut! Think about it.
Apis/Golden Calve
As strange as it may seem, Believers are usually afraid to study this subject, leaving themselves ill-equipped to understand more than 250 verses in the Biblical Text and approximately 40 different gods and goddesses.Apis was a sacred bull worshipped as early as the fourth dynasty in Egypt (2575 B.E. possibly even to the first dynasty 2929 B.E., and as late as the time of Emperor Julian the apostate in 363 A.D.).
Apis was supposedly begat by a moonbeam, and was recognized by several characteristic marks. In Memphis, Egypt the Apis was associated with Ptah, a creator idol, as well as Osiris, the idol of the dead. It is thought that the Apis bull inspired the Golden Calve which the Israelites made at Mt. Sinai in Ex. 32:4-35, and the golden calves Jeroboam set up in the Northern Kingdom of Israel after visiting Egypt. Jeremiah 46:13-14, means in saying, why has Apis fled or been swept away? Various festivals were associated with Apis as a fertility idol. When the Apis bull died, his successor was diligently sought throughout Egypt requiring the specific characteristics of a black coat with a white triangle on the forehead, a white vulture on its back, and a scarab beneath the tongue.
The bull was taken to a colonnaded temple where it could be viewed. The temple even had an embalming chamber and a special room to house the mother of the current Apis. During the first millennium B.E. the average life span of an Apis bull was 16-19 years. During the late Egyptian period Apis worship took the form of a national cult. This was the emphasis of what Jeremiah meant as he referred to the fleeing Apis referring actually to the dissolving of the Egyptian Kingdom in 46:44-46
Adaddon
As strange as it may seem, Believers are usually afraid to study this subject, leaving themselves ill-equipped to understand more than 250 verses in the Biblical Text and approximately 40 different gods and goddesses.Abaddon a Hebrew word used in later Jewish Literature, especially the Wisdom literature that appears to be synonymous with the lowest division of Sheol devoted to the punishment of sinners. The name is derived from the Hebrew word abad = means to become lost, be ruined, destroyed, perish. The Greek equivalent is Apollyon which means destroyer. Apollyon is personified as the angel of the bottomless pit in Rev. 9:11, and the king of the demonic locust in Rev. 9. The term Adaddon occurs in parallel and in conjunction with Sheol in both Job and Proverbs, and in conjunction with death in Job and Psalms. The word Apollyon does not appear in its Greek form in later Rabbinic writings, and only here in the N.T. seems to be regarded as the equivalent to Asmodaeus, the king of demons in Judaisic mythology.
Apollyon is the Greek idol of death and pestilence as well as the sun idol, the idol of music, poetry, crops, ect. Although Apollyon is the correct reading, the name Apollo was used as a play on the word Apollo. In the N.T. we see the locust as a symbol of this destruction which poisoned his victims. In the book of Revelation the term Apollon is also used indirectly to refer to the Roman emperors such as Domitian, who like to be regarded as Apollo incarnate.
Adrammelech & Anammelech
As strange as it may seem, Believers are usually afraid to study this subject, leaving themselves ill-equipped to understand more than 250 verses in the Biblical Text and approximately 4o different gods and goddesses.Adrammelech was a idol of the Sepharvites (Assyria – Sabraim in East Central Syria), and was supposedly identical with Molech in 2 Kings 17:31. The name is derived from the phrase the lordship of the king. In 2 Kgs. 17 it is reported that the Babylonians how were resettled in Samaria burn their children in the fire to Adrammelech and Anammelech, the idols of the Sepharvaim. There is a close association of this name to one of the sons of Sennacherib, the Assyrian king in 2 Kgs. 19:37. Adrammelech and Sharezer are the two sons of Sennacherib who killed him while he was worshipping in a temple to his idol in Assyria after being disgraced in battle.
Anammelech was also a idol of the Sepharvites and was thought to have been in the form of a horse. Human sacrifices were also offered to it as in the case of Adrammelech
Ashima
As strange as it may seem, Believers are usually afraid to study this subject, leaving themselves ill-equipped to understand more than 250 verses in the Biblical Text and approximately 4o different gods and goddesses.Ashima – was the idol of Hamath mentioned in 2 Kgs. 17:30. This was a deity worshipped as a figure of a goat without wool. The goat is found among the sacred animals of the Babylonian monuments. Ashima corresponded with the Egyptian Mendes, the Greek Pan, and the Phoenician Esmun. Hamath was on the border of Israel in the north Assyria, and was occupied by the Hittites among other Canaanite peoples during the Biblical period. Hamath was one of the places where Solomon built storehouses (2 Chron. 8), and the Hamathites are listed as last in the table of Canaanite nations in Gen. 10. During the time of David, Toi was king of Hamath, and Amos mentions it as a great city in his writings. This was one of the spots where Israelites were exiled in Isa. 11, and when Sargon II deported the local inhabitants of Samaria, he imported the people of Hamath (modern Hama in Syria) to live in Samaria (2 Kngs. 17). The most widely accepted interpretation of the word Ashima is that it is an Aram form meaning the Name. The only other possible reference to Ashimain in the Bible is found in the unclear statement of Amos 8:14.
Intimacy
I was told a story that keeps running through my head. I'm stepping completely out of character in sharing this with you. I'm not much of a story teller, so pray this will mean something to those who walking around with a broken heart. G-d is saying to you, "You are valuable to me - I do understand!"
Not everyone walks in or experiences deep emotional pain and if you are such a fortunate person, pass this to someone who is or has experienced it.
RELEASING THE BROKEN HEARTED SOUL
One night when the moon was at its peak I stood in the middle of a country driveway listening to a man praying for another. He was telling her to picture Y’Shua with her at the most unpleasant scene of her life. I patiently waited until he was finished and asked him what he meant by that. It just seemed bazaar to me - to picture Y’Shua there watching another suffering - definitely sick. The man with agape eyes still insisted it was a healing process.
His words haunted me for months after. I know him as a very Spirit-lead man and trusted in his sincerity but was sure he got off course on this one. Still the words lingered in my ears and when I'd see him from afar he still had those agape eyes which haunted me.
It finally bothered me enough to at least give it a try. So I laid my head down one night and tried to picture Y’Shua leaning against a wall - watching. This didn't bring me any comfort. So I rearranged the picture and had Him sitting on a soft comfortable chair - watching. This did not bring any peace. In fact it angered me and I shouted at Him. "Well are you enjoying this? Are you going to help me or just sit there?" I became frustrated and was sure the man didn't know what he was talking about or he just didn't give me enough information as to what Y’Shua was to be doing while in the picture. But my heat said "He told you right. Now you pretend you are
G-D and exchange places with Him. How would you handle it?"
Well I'm good at telling others what to do, so this sounds like a good idea. I became G-D and stood in the corner watching the affliction placed on My child. I was no longer the victim. There wasn't much I could do but I began to feel G-D's pain. I cried out for the child. I wanted to go to her but angels held me back. I felt holy anger that this was happening to an innocent little one. It was not what I wished for her life! But it rains on the just and the unjust. By now I was getting the idea of what it meant to put Y’Shua into the picture and once again we exchanged roles and I became the victim.
When the excruciating moment was over I crawled into a corner and looked up seeing G-D's eyes. The same agape eyes that man had. He started talking to me. Not with the quiet whispers in my ear; not with the impressions that usually motivated me, but through His eyes. We talked half the night. He said "Now that I've got your attention, hear me out. I was there when you were 7 years old. You saw Me and I hurt so much for you. I never wanted this to happen but I gave people free choice. I saw you crawl away and curl up into a ball. Your eyes staring off as you mentally started shutting doors and building walls. I cried out to you to look up to see Me but you withdrew inward.
Time passed and each time I called out to you. You accepted others opinion of yourself and when you would glance my way, you'd hang your head in shame, believing no one would love you. Everyone inflicted pain! Your emotions died. You no longer laughed or cried. All you could feel was anger which would turn into emptiness. The world says you have to be tough to survive and you were determined to survive.
We will not talk about the alterations of your afflictions but of My love for you. You couldn't receive My love so I sent your second grade teacher to you. Remember, she just brushed your hair and talked sweetly to you. That was My love. In the third grade the teacher walked half way home with you and gave you some costume jewelry. You were so thrilled and I felt delighted that you would accept it. When you were eleven, I sent one of My preachers to you. He patted your head every Sunday. You were starting to think that maybe some grownups were nice. I got you to step out and go to his house to talk to him and tell him what was happening in your life, but at the last minute you would dive into the bush to hide. I was attempting to free you but you were not ready.
See My child, you became so untouchable I had to send people in small ways to penetrate the exterior. You tried and tested each one to the max before you would allow them into your small circle. Inwardly you cried out for love and set out on a course of looking for it in all the wrong places.
Remember when you first went into a born again fellowship and felt love and saw Me rocking them. You became jealous and I held out My hand to you but your feeling of being unworthy pulled you away. Each time you came to watch Me comfort another, I held My hand out to you. I noticed each time you came nearer and stayed watching longer with longing eyes.
The day you aimed a gun at your accuser, Lucifer and I were both fiercely talking to you. Both trying to reason with you. I tell you all heaven rejoiced when you laid the gun down and walked away. You truly heard My voice, and choice the path of the straight and narrow.
You soon learned that not all so-called Christians walk with Me and became easily targeted. Yes, My child, you were wronged, but you hadn't learned to keep your eyes on Me and only Me. Your worth is only measured in My eyes and I tell you to yield to Me.
I placed you in a teaching and equipping church and you flourished. You ate, drank and slept in My word. You came in with praise and thanksgiving five days a week. You couldn't get enough of Me. We were making great progress but your heart still was well guarded.
I had a lady sing for you, "Tears are a Language That I Understand". You fought and fought the tears, but I overpowered you and started teaching you emotions besides anger. Many times you cried because you felt My presents. Many times you didn't understand your crying. I was just cleaning your thick inside hurts. Sometimes you cried out of shear agony, but it was a releasing experience. Sometimes you cried just to be in My presents. I bottled up each and every tear.
I switched you to a new body of believers. You bucked all the way. "A green horn," you yelled, but I knew the young preacher would teach you the basics you always managed to jump over; love and joy. He made you memorize "who can separate you from My love?". He irritated you and you stomped all around him, but I knew he would not budge. I also knew you would give him more rope than any other man. All your screaming and yelling wasn't going to do you any good and his "puppy dog look" as you called it, haunted you. You were loosing ground. Your control was being broken. My child, you must stay here until you learn this lessen. Don't fight so hard. Trust Me, for I do love you. Your a hard learner, but once you grasp it, you've really got it.
You ran to five preachers to ask "What does the joy of the L-rd mean?" No one gave you an answer to satisfy your searching. So I sent you an intellect man that spoke your language. He told you "because the world can be rough and tough on you, it's only the joy of knowing the L-rd that keeps you hanging in there and giving you strength." You understood and the heavenly hose rejoiced.
Many things happened, I have only to mention a few to show you I was there with you each and every day, showing My love for you."
I gazed into His eyes good and for quite some time, letting it all sink in. I saw His tears, felt His presence and now that I know that; Yes! I believe He really loved me. He reached out His hands as I slowly inched my way closer to Him. Do I dare? Fear set in. What if...time stood still. Those
eyes, those incredible eyes. A tear trickled down the corner of His eye and He whispered, "please, let Me love you." My heart broke, for the Man was crying for me. I fell into His arms and we held each other with a firm grip. I felt strength and weakness at the same time. We laughed and we cried; the angels were rejoicing. Beautiful lights came from nowhere. He reached down and swept me up in His arms and carried me to a large, old fashion, wooden rocker that was perfectly made for us and He rocked me. Stroking my hair and kissing away my tears, all the time telling me He loved me. Soaking it all in, melting in His arms, the pain started to fade and I could glance up to Him and say "A-b-b-a, Abba I love you so much. and I'm sorry I assumed man's opinion of me as Your opinion, forgive me."
Now I walk a little straighter, a little more sure of myself because I know what my Father thinks of me. Oh no, I haven't arrived but I'm on the right path. Now I have a Friend that lets me crawl up on His lap any time the going gets tough.
One long tiring night I crawled, exhausted onto His lap to tell Him all about my day. He just let me talk on and on while He rocked me. I was telling Him how happy I was finding a Friend, receiving and giving Him love, but His people were killing me. They try to knock my feet out from under me every chance I allowed. That green horn preacher even stated "you can't give out what you haven't got"--concerning love. Always a put down.
The corners of His mouth turned up into a cute, little smile and He said, "Speaking of that, there's something I wanted to tell you. I do enjoy our time together, sharing this love, but I have a family and I want you to learn to love My family."
I just gave him one of those looks and He threw His head back and laughed. When collected Himself, He said, "tell you what, work at trusting Me in them." Well it didn't sound like an easy task, but I do love him and I knew He would be with me always, so I agreed to try.
We're not making fast progress but I'm still trying - slowly stepping out - inching my way closer. It is scary, but I'm not alone anymore and I can always run back to that old faithful rocker. He even told me He had a purpose for me. Me? Me! Once I learn to trust Y’Shua in people I would blossom like a rose. He told me that many of His children are hurting; deep emotional hurts. I was given His hurt for them. I understand their pain, loneliness and unworthiness because I've walked in their shoes. I would be used to reach in and touch their souls. I would lead them out of their walls and isolation and show them the way to the rocking chair. Tell them, "Y’Shua loves you. He was with you through it all. It was not his plan for this to happen to you.
He was angry when it happened. P-L-E-A-S-E let Him love you. Do not worry about what you need to "get right", just receive His love and all the other things will eventually fall into place. He has a purpose for you, too.
Start by picturing Y’Shua in your most painful moment and memorize, "who can separate you from G-D's love?" Think about the good things G-D has sent your way, for he has sent you angels unaware."
I fell asleep on a tear stained pillow but woke up feeling lighter and yes, maybe just a little happier.
Not everyone walks in or experiences deep emotional pain and if you are such a fortunate person, pass this to someone who is or has experienced it.
RELEASING THE BROKEN HEARTED SOUL
One night when the moon was at its peak I stood in the middle of a country driveway listening to a man praying for another. He was telling her to picture Y’Shua with her at the most unpleasant scene of her life. I patiently waited until he was finished and asked him what he meant by that. It just seemed bazaar to me - to picture Y’Shua there watching another suffering - definitely sick. The man with agape eyes still insisted it was a healing process.
His words haunted me for months after. I know him as a very Spirit-lead man and trusted in his sincerity but was sure he got off course on this one. Still the words lingered in my ears and when I'd see him from afar he still had those agape eyes which haunted me.
It finally bothered me enough to at least give it a try. So I laid my head down one night and tried to picture Y’Shua leaning against a wall - watching. This didn't bring me any comfort. So I rearranged the picture and had Him sitting on a soft comfortable chair - watching. This did not bring any peace. In fact it angered me and I shouted at Him. "Well are you enjoying this? Are you going to help me or just sit there?" I became frustrated and was sure the man didn't know what he was talking about or he just didn't give me enough information as to what Y’Shua was to be doing while in the picture. But my heat said "He told you right. Now you pretend you are
G-D and exchange places with Him. How would you handle it?"
Well I'm good at telling others what to do, so this sounds like a good idea. I became G-D and stood in the corner watching the affliction placed on My child. I was no longer the victim. There wasn't much I could do but I began to feel G-D's pain. I cried out for the child. I wanted to go to her but angels held me back. I felt holy anger that this was happening to an innocent little one. It was not what I wished for her life! But it rains on the just and the unjust. By now I was getting the idea of what it meant to put Y’Shua into the picture and once again we exchanged roles and I became the victim.
When the excruciating moment was over I crawled into a corner and looked up seeing G-D's eyes. The same agape eyes that man had. He started talking to me. Not with the quiet whispers in my ear; not with the impressions that usually motivated me, but through His eyes. We talked half the night. He said "Now that I've got your attention, hear me out. I was there when you were 7 years old. You saw Me and I hurt so much for you. I never wanted this to happen but I gave people free choice. I saw you crawl away and curl up into a ball. Your eyes staring off as you mentally started shutting doors and building walls. I cried out to you to look up to see Me but you withdrew inward.
Time passed and each time I called out to you. You accepted others opinion of yourself and when you would glance my way, you'd hang your head in shame, believing no one would love you. Everyone inflicted pain! Your emotions died. You no longer laughed or cried. All you could feel was anger which would turn into emptiness. The world says you have to be tough to survive and you were determined to survive.
We will not talk about the alterations of your afflictions but of My love for you. You couldn't receive My love so I sent your second grade teacher to you. Remember, she just brushed your hair and talked sweetly to you. That was My love. In the third grade the teacher walked half way home with you and gave you some costume jewelry. You were so thrilled and I felt delighted that you would accept it. When you were eleven, I sent one of My preachers to you. He patted your head every Sunday. You were starting to think that maybe some grownups were nice. I got you to step out and go to his house to talk to him and tell him what was happening in your life, but at the last minute you would dive into the bush to hide. I was attempting to free you but you were not ready.
See My child, you became so untouchable I had to send people in small ways to penetrate the exterior. You tried and tested each one to the max before you would allow them into your small circle. Inwardly you cried out for love and set out on a course of looking for it in all the wrong places.
Remember when you first went into a born again fellowship and felt love and saw Me rocking them. You became jealous and I held out My hand to you but your feeling of being unworthy pulled you away. Each time you came to watch Me comfort another, I held My hand out to you. I noticed each time you came nearer and stayed watching longer with longing eyes.
The day you aimed a gun at your accuser, Lucifer and I were both fiercely talking to you. Both trying to reason with you. I tell you all heaven rejoiced when you laid the gun down and walked away. You truly heard My voice, and choice the path of the straight and narrow.
You soon learned that not all so-called Christians walk with Me and became easily targeted. Yes, My child, you were wronged, but you hadn't learned to keep your eyes on Me and only Me. Your worth is only measured in My eyes and I tell you to yield to Me.
I placed you in a teaching and equipping church and you flourished. You ate, drank and slept in My word. You came in with praise and thanksgiving five days a week. You couldn't get enough of Me. We were making great progress but your heart still was well guarded.
I had a lady sing for you, "Tears are a Language That I Understand". You fought and fought the tears, but I overpowered you and started teaching you emotions besides anger. Many times you cried because you felt My presents. Many times you didn't understand your crying. I was just cleaning your thick inside hurts. Sometimes you cried out of shear agony, but it was a releasing experience. Sometimes you cried just to be in My presents. I bottled up each and every tear.
I switched you to a new body of believers. You bucked all the way. "A green horn," you yelled, but I knew the young preacher would teach you the basics you always managed to jump over; love and joy. He made you memorize "who can separate you from My love?". He irritated you and you stomped all around him, but I knew he would not budge. I also knew you would give him more rope than any other man. All your screaming and yelling wasn't going to do you any good and his "puppy dog look" as you called it, haunted you. You were loosing ground. Your control was being broken. My child, you must stay here until you learn this lessen. Don't fight so hard. Trust Me, for I do love you. Your a hard learner, but once you grasp it, you've really got it.
You ran to five preachers to ask "What does the joy of the L-rd mean?" No one gave you an answer to satisfy your searching. So I sent you an intellect man that spoke your language. He told you "because the world can be rough and tough on you, it's only the joy of knowing the L-rd that keeps you hanging in there and giving you strength." You understood and the heavenly hose rejoiced.
Many things happened, I have only to mention a few to show you I was there with you each and every day, showing My love for you."
I gazed into His eyes good and for quite some time, letting it all sink in. I saw His tears, felt His presence and now that I know that; Yes! I believe He really loved me. He reached out His hands as I slowly inched my way closer to Him. Do I dare? Fear set in. What if...time stood still. Those
eyes, those incredible eyes. A tear trickled down the corner of His eye and He whispered, "please, let Me love you." My heart broke, for the Man was crying for me. I fell into His arms and we held each other with a firm grip. I felt strength and weakness at the same time. We laughed and we cried; the angels were rejoicing. Beautiful lights came from nowhere. He reached down and swept me up in His arms and carried me to a large, old fashion, wooden rocker that was perfectly made for us and He rocked me. Stroking my hair and kissing away my tears, all the time telling me He loved me. Soaking it all in, melting in His arms, the pain started to fade and I could glance up to Him and say "A-b-b-a, Abba I love you so much. and I'm sorry I assumed man's opinion of me as Your opinion, forgive me."
Now I walk a little straighter, a little more sure of myself because I know what my Father thinks of me. Oh no, I haven't arrived but I'm on the right path. Now I have a Friend that lets me crawl up on His lap any time the going gets tough.
One long tiring night I crawled, exhausted onto His lap to tell Him all about my day. He just let me talk on and on while He rocked me. I was telling Him how happy I was finding a Friend, receiving and giving Him love, but His people were killing me. They try to knock my feet out from under me every chance I allowed. That green horn preacher even stated "you can't give out what you haven't got"--concerning love. Always a put down.
The corners of His mouth turned up into a cute, little smile and He said, "Speaking of that, there's something I wanted to tell you. I do enjoy our time together, sharing this love, but I have a family and I want you to learn to love My family."
I just gave him one of those looks and He threw His head back and laughed. When collected Himself, He said, "tell you what, work at trusting Me in them." Well it didn't sound like an easy task, but I do love him and I knew He would be with me always, so I agreed to try.
We're not making fast progress but I'm still trying - slowly stepping out - inching my way closer. It is scary, but I'm not alone anymore and I can always run back to that old faithful rocker. He even told me He had a purpose for me. Me? Me! Once I learn to trust Y’Shua in people I would blossom like a rose. He told me that many of His children are hurting; deep emotional hurts. I was given His hurt for them. I understand their pain, loneliness and unworthiness because I've walked in their shoes. I would be used to reach in and touch their souls. I would lead them out of their walls and isolation and show them the way to the rocking chair. Tell them, "Y’Shua loves you. He was with you through it all. It was not his plan for this to happen to you.
He was angry when it happened. P-L-E-A-S-E let Him love you. Do not worry about what you need to "get right", just receive His love and all the other things will eventually fall into place. He has a purpose for you, too.
Start by picturing Y’Shua in your most painful moment and memorize, "who can separate you from G-D's love?" Think about the good things G-D has sent your way, for he has sent you angels unaware."
I fell asleep on a tear stained pillow but woke up feeling lighter and yes, maybe just a little happier.
Precious One
“Precious one, what a courageous journey you have taken and how proud I AM of you to have trusted Me in sharing My Words. This has been a journey of faith. While you were yet a youth in My Spirit, I called you and gave you many signs of confirmation upon your life. You were so insecure that the mere thought of it made you tremble! How I love challenges! (Smile, dear one!) I had special assignments in mind just for you. You were perfect for the job.
I began by giving you My Words, but I called you to pray them instead of sharing them. You were My intercessor, partnering with Me in matters of importance to My heart. All along the way, I continued to give you confirmations, My signs that you really were hearing Me, and growing along the way. This was a journey of faith, for you had no person to give these Words to, or no one to give you a direct confirmation. I taught you to fly on the wings of faith as you held onto My confirmed Words.
I gave you the promise that one day we would be married as one, as happens to others of My fold. I said I would give you My Word as a two-edged weapon to soften the hearts of men, and to pierce the demonic spirits. This weapon would never run dry, for it is dipped in My eternal fountain of blood. This weapon would bow so low as to touch the ground in humility, then grow up as a pure white mantle, softly caressing your shoulders in governmental authority. This weapon would be like tall angelic wings covering you from behind.
My bride! What you deem as defeat, I call triumphant overcoming. You may feel beat up and dented having stood against all odds, but what you do not know is I that I plant mysteries in many of My children for them to discover. I have planted one inside your own spiritual womb.I have planted many children in your own particular womb who are following the same path as you, My beloved. Your journey will be multiplied over and over again, as I plant My Words of promise within the insecure ones, and they also will take the courage to trust Me and follow My promises into fulfillment. These are My triumphant ones who so love Me, that they will reach beyond the limits of their own insecurities to go wherever I send them. They will fly on the wings of faith, built through one loving confirmation at a time. When My Words come to pass within their own lives, they will become My signs to a broken and crippled world.
As a women of G-d, the fact is, heaven needs you! You have been created by the Almighty to birth breakthroughs on planet earth! G-d has uniquely designed you with a latent ability to release life through your intercession. Together with you, the men can build and establish, and they are learning to pray, but you have a special grace to release new spiritual beginnings. Whether your prayer focus is for your husband or church leadership, whether you are interceding for your children, city or nation, you possess in your spirit the seed-realities that, through prayer, can release My life into the world.”
I began by giving you My Words, but I called you to pray them instead of sharing them. You were My intercessor, partnering with Me in matters of importance to My heart. All along the way, I continued to give you confirmations, My signs that you really were hearing Me, and growing along the way. This was a journey of faith, for you had no person to give these Words to, or no one to give you a direct confirmation. I taught you to fly on the wings of faith as you held onto My confirmed Words.
I gave you the promise that one day we would be married as one, as happens to others of My fold. I said I would give you My Word as a two-edged weapon to soften the hearts of men, and to pierce the demonic spirits. This weapon would never run dry, for it is dipped in My eternal fountain of blood. This weapon would bow so low as to touch the ground in humility, then grow up as a pure white mantle, softly caressing your shoulders in governmental authority. This weapon would be like tall angelic wings covering you from behind.
My bride! What you deem as defeat, I call triumphant overcoming. You may feel beat up and dented having stood against all odds, but what you do not know is I that I plant mysteries in many of My children for them to discover. I have planted one inside your own spiritual womb.I have planted many children in your own particular womb who are following the same path as you, My beloved. Your journey will be multiplied over and over again, as I plant My Words of promise within the insecure ones, and they also will take the courage to trust Me and follow My promises into fulfillment. These are My triumphant ones who so love Me, that they will reach beyond the limits of their own insecurities to go wherever I send them. They will fly on the wings of faith, built through one loving confirmation at a time. When My Words come to pass within their own lives, they will become My signs to a broken and crippled world.
As a women of G-d, the fact is, heaven needs you! You have been created by the Almighty to birth breakthroughs on planet earth! G-d has uniquely designed you with a latent ability to release life through your intercession. Together with you, the men can build and establish, and they are learning to pray, but you have a special grace to release new spiritual beginnings. Whether your prayer focus is for your husband or church leadership, whether you are interceding for your children, city or nation, you possess in your spirit the seed-realities that, through prayer, can release My life into the world.”
Rejecting the call!
When I was in my early twenties, I was over to my mother’s house to taking off the upstairs storm windows, her windows were at floor level. Having removed the storm window and getting ready to put in the screen; I felt a tremendous pull, a suctioning that was trying to pull me out. It was a calm sunny day so what was this pull? Were was it coming from? I was paralyzed! I could not craw back away from the window, and had to place my hands on both sides of the frame to keep from being pulled out.
I remained there for what seems an eternity, trying to figure it out, not being able to get away. Finally I called for help. When rescuers came, I ask to be pulled away from the window. They thought I was nuts but put their hands on me and pulled me back. Once the screen was in place the suctioning left me alone. And I thought no more of it but stayed away from open windows.
Then when I was in my thirties and married, we had an upstairs door that needed replacing. The carpenters removed the door completely leaving no screen but an open space. I had forgotten about the other incidence so when I was on the staircase preparing to go pass the open space, I felt the familiar suctioning coming from were the door use to be. It was like calling me, pulling me to step out “don’t be afraid just come out to me”, it seem to say.
Panic hit once again, knowing there was no one to call for help this time. I drop what I had in my hands and plastered myself to the side of the railing holding on with dear life. Trying to rationally think – what to do? Why is this happening to me? Why doesn’t anyone believe me? Am I going nuts after all? Am I a big baby? How do I overcome this fear?
Finally I inch me way one baby step at a time pass the door, still holding on to the wall to keep from being pulled out. This time I did not tell any one about it, better if no one else knows, when I don’t even know what the problem is. And remained indoors until the door was replaced, as time when on I once again forgot all about it.
Now I am in my fifties and well laying in bed dreaming, it all returned to me. As I was laying there meditating on it, asking the L-rd what it was all about this thought came to me: Just as the L-rd has a call on your life so does the adversary. The adversary counterfeits everything the L-rd does. The L-rd calls you in quite gentle ways, were the adversary pulls, frightens, or sucks you into his calling.
Through my ignorance I still rejected his calling and now with understanding that technique would not work on me again. I praise the L-rd he watches over us in every step of our walk as we journey though this life! Sending angels to guard us from harms way.
Praise be to G-d for all He has done!
I remained there for what seems an eternity, trying to figure it out, not being able to get away. Finally I called for help. When rescuers came, I ask to be pulled away from the window. They thought I was nuts but put their hands on me and pulled me back. Once the screen was in place the suctioning left me alone. And I thought no more of it but stayed away from open windows.
Then when I was in my thirties and married, we had an upstairs door that needed replacing. The carpenters removed the door completely leaving no screen but an open space. I had forgotten about the other incidence so when I was on the staircase preparing to go pass the open space, I felt the familiar suctioning coming from were the door use to be. It was like calling me, pulling me to step out “don’t be afraid just come out to me”, it seem to say.
Panic hit once again, knowing there was no one to call for help this time. I drop what I had in my hands and plastered myself to the side of the railing holding on with dear life. Trying to rationally think – what to do? Why is this happening to me? Why doesn’t anyone believe me? Am I going nuts after all? Am I a big baby? How do I overcome this fear?
Finally I inch me way one baby step at a time pass the door, still holding on to the wall to keep from being pulled out. This time I did not tell any one about it, better if no one else knows, when I don’t even know what the problem is. And remained indoors until the door was replaced, as time when on I once again forgot all about it.
Now I am in my fifties and well laying in bed dreaming, it all returned to me. As I was laying there meditating on it, asking the L-rd what it was all about this thought came to me: Just as the L-rd has a call on your life so does the adversary. The adversary counterfeits everything the L-rd does. The L-rd calls you in quite gentle ways, were the adversary pulls, frightens, or sucks you into his calling.
Through my ignorance I still rejected his calling and now with understanding that technique would not work on me again. I praise the L-rd he watches over us in every step of our walk as we journey though this life! Sending angels to guard us from harms way.
Praise be to G-d for all He has done!
Be all you can be
I am having the greatest influence in the development of my grandchildren, friends and strangers. I am the chief coordinator of a major social institution called ‘G-d’s family’; I am a person who is effetely changed in the world by standing on my beliefs and speaking out. These things are getting accomplished a day at a time.
What seems basic and simple and ordinary, even simplistic is actually a way changes can be made. Sharing conversations, attending to daily needs, developing new skills and interests yet taking time to smell the roses.
I find myself changing from the ‘does’ to being a teacher, friend and companion. I have received much more than I have given. I have been a guardian, companion, caregiver and staff all in resulting to become the student.
What seems basic and simple and ordinary, even simplistic is actually a way changes can be made. Sharing conversations, attending to daily needs, developing new skills and interests yet taking time to smell the roses.
I find myself changing from the ‘does’ to being a teacher, friend and companion. I have received much more than I have given. I have been a guardian, companion, caregiver and staff all in resulting to become the student.
Get house in order
Get thy house in order!
I feel inspired to write to you today, it all came on when I was riding around with people the other night and they commented on a bank. I found myself saying out loud: “I now have my funeral paid for and an annuity for my old age.” The response was – and this means what? This reminds me words have many different meanings, and when a lot is left unsaid it bringing on various precepts of what the words spoken meant.
Get thy house in order! Now that can be taken many ways and be rather scary! Back in the 70’s, when Preachers preached straight from the Father’s Word, not worrying about stepping on toes or trying to tickle people’s ears that was the message that rain in my ears. Being a new baby Believer, I was naive in to thinking people meant what they said and said what they meant.
So if the Father wanted us to get our house in order then that is what I must do, I did so what to please Him. I am not one to enjoy house work, so I keep the service clean, He must have meant He could have seen behind the service. So for a year straight I got my house in order, every cupboard, closet, crook and cranny. I now clean as if it was His house, which made it more enjoyable. Feeling He now must be very proud of me for being so obedient.
But the next year we would get the same message – now what did He expect of me? Maybe getting your house in order meant also getting your children on the right path and flying straight. So I plunge myself into accomplishing this task. Not only guiding my children but I took on foster children to guide for I learn that the Father loved children. Surly now I met the requirement of getting my house in order.
But the following year - - - yes your right - - I got the same message. Getting very confused – it would just be much easier if He would send me a telegram to let me know just what it all meant for I was trying so hard to please and after all I was just a youth in the L-rd, and couldn’t ask anyone else to let them know I did not understand and was ignorant. Ok now I got it – all your paper work in order incase something happen to you like the so called rapture. So I started working on this and made out a will, but when it comes to putting money aside – well that was just imposable when you have children to rise and living hand to mouth. So told Him I would do what I could but in the mean time I got to thinking maybe He meant to get your spiritual house in order – now how was I going to accomplish this?
I was told your body was a temple that He dwelled in (some had bigger temples some have smaller ones), so I needed to sweep out the cob webs, clean the rooms and refill them. Now I had learned how to clean but this was not going to be a fun task in any means! What to fill them with???? I have quite an imagination so I started picturing and naming the rooms which help me decided what to put in the room that would please Him.
The biggest room was for my library, and I filled it with as much knowledge of Him I could find, oh how I love this room! We spent hours and hours there together, but once in a while He would guide me to the other rooms to work on, one was a very small room for friends which I did not want to enlarge but would redecorate as needed. He talked to me about a room for forgiveness – I agreed to a drawer that not needed to open.
One closet room was where I keep love – did not need a very big room for this and only I had the key to the bolt lock. The bathroom was were things got flush, one by one. I told Him I would not give up anything – and He responded with “I will not take anything away, for I love you.” But then I found things just flush themselves down as interest changed. How very clever of Him, He works in mysterious ways! I do hold on to one bondage that has been a long childhood friend, we agreed to leave that for the last to go – all in His timing.
Now this spiritual cleaning takes years of work, not only getting it sort of the way you want it but also to maintain it. There just seems to always be work to do – surly this is what was meant in getting your house in order.
But now I am in my “golden years”, and haven’t put and money aside towards my retirement – never thought I would see the day – for surly He would have beam me out long before this. Now death seems more near, and to make it easier on my family I arranged and paid for my funeral perpetrations. Nothing exuberant for my room of friends stayed very tiny indeed, but needed to get through the ordeal for the children’s benefit. But what if I do see retirement? The children do not take care of their elders now a days – nor would we want them too. I needed a back up plan, a little late but as they say better late than never - - so I just finish a annuity plan, small but will see me for a short distance. Surly I have just finish getting my house in order!?
It was driving pass the banks were I had completed the plan that brought this all about and I blunted out: “I now have my funeral paid for and an annuity for my old age.”
I knew what I was saying - an accomplishment started many years ago – finally met the goal! Or had I?
Is my house now in order, Father? I have strived so long to please, to fit in, performing became a way of life. Being different is not always a bad thing! Some times you are set aside for a purpose or for protection. I can tell you one thing – you do not have to strive nor perform for Him because He loves you and created you just the way you are!!
Thank G-d, that He understands you and has the patience to see you through this race of life unto a home He has prepared just for you. “No more tears, no more pain” surly that is what heaven is to me.
I feel inspired to write to you today, it all came on when I was riding around with people the other night and they commented on a bank. I found myself saying out loud: “I now have my funeral paid for and an annuity for my old age.” The response was – and this means what? This reminds me words have many different meanings, and when a lot is left unsaid it bringing on various precepts of what the words spoken meant.
Get thy house in order! Now that can be taken many ways and be rather scary! Back in the 70’s, when Preachers preached straight from the Father’s Word, not worrying about stepping on toes or trying to tickle people’s ears that was the message that rain in my ears. Being a new baby Believer, I was naive in to thinking people meant what they said and said what they meant.
So if the Father wanted us to get our house in order then that is what I must do, I did so what to please Him. I am not one to enjoy house work, so I keep the service clean, He must have meant He could have seen behind the service. So for a year straight I got my house in order, every cupboard, closet, crook and cranny. I now clean as if it was His house, which made it more enjoyable. Feeling He now must be very proud of me for being so obedient.
But the next year we would get the same message – now what did He expect of me? Maybe getting your house in order meant also getting your children on the right path and flying straight. So I plunge myself into accomplishing this task. Not only guiding my children but I took on foster children to guide for I learn that the Father loved children. Surly now I met the requirement of getting my house in order.
But the following year - - - yes your right - - I got the same message. Getting very confused – it would just be much easier if He would send me a telegram to let me know just what it all meant for I was trying so hard to please and after all I was just a youth in the L-rd, and couldn’t ask anyone else to let them know I did not understand and was ignorant. Ok now I got it – all your paper work in order incase something happen to you like the so called rapture. So I started working on this and made out a will, but when it comes to putting money aside – well that was just imposable when you have children to rise and living hand to mouth. So told Him I would do what I could but in the mean time I got to thinking maybe He meant to get your spiritual house in order – now how was I going to accomplish this?
I was told your body was a temple that He dwelled in (some had bigger temples some have smaller ones), so I needed to sweep out the cob webs, clean the rooms and refill them. Now I had learned how to clean but this was not going to be a fun task in any means! What to fill them with???? I have quite an imagination so I started picturing and naming the rooms which help me decided what to put in the room that would please Him.
The biggest room was for my library, and I filled it with as much knowledge of Him I could find, oh how I love this room! We spent hours and hours there together, but once in a while He would guide me to the other rooms to work on, one was a very small room for friends which I did not want to enlarge but would redecorate as needed. He talked to me about a room for forgiveness – I agreed to a drawer that not needed to open.
One closet room was where I keep love – did not need a very big room for this and only I had the key to the bolt lock. The bathroom was were things got flush, one by one. I told Him I would not give up anything – and He responded with “I will not take anything away, for I love you.” But then I found things just flush themselves down as interest changed. How very clever of Him, He works in mysterious ways! I do hold on to one bondage that has been a long childhood friend, we agreed to leave that for the last to go – all in His timing.
Now this spiritual cleaning takes years of work, not only getting it sort of the way you want it but also to maintain it. There just seems to always be work to do – surly this is what was meant in getting your house in order.
But now I am in my “golden years”, and haven’t put and money aside towards my retirement – never thought I would see the day – for surly He would have beam me out long before this. Now death seems more near, and to make it easier on my family I arranged and paid for my funeral perpetrations. Nothing exuberant for my room of friends stayed very tiny indeed, but needed to get through the ordeal for the children’s benefit. But what if I do see retirement? The children do not take care of their elders now a days – nor would we want them too. I needed a back up plan, a little late but as they say better late than never - - so I just finish a annuity plan, small but will see me for a short distance. Surly I have just finish getting my house in order!?
It was driving pass the banks were I had completed the plan that brought this all about and I blunted out: “I now have my funeral paid for and an annuity for my old age.”
I knew what I was saying - an accomplishment started many years ago – finally met the goal! Or had I?
Is my house now in order, Father? I have strived so long to please, to fit in, performing became a way of life. Being different is not always a bad thing! Some times you are set aside for a purpose or for protection. I can tell you one thing – you do not have to strive nor perform for Him because He loves you and created you just the way you are!!
Thank G-d, that He understands you and has the patience to see you through this race of life unto a home He has prepared just for you. “No more tears, no more pain” surly that is what heaven is to me.
Ashera/Groves
As strange as it may seem, Believers are usually afraid to study this subject, leaving themselves ill-equipped to understand more than 250 verses in the Biblical Text and approximately 4o different gods and goddesses.Asherah – was the name of a goddess, but is also used to identify her wooden cult symbol. She is mentioned as groves, poles, or wooden standards that are erected near holy spots usually on high places. The Mishnah mentions Asherim to be living groves, grapevines, pomegranate, walnuts, myrtle, and willows that were worshipped. Most Biblical references to Asherah are speaking of man made objects of worship. We see such warning as Deut. 16:21. Philo declares that Phoenicians consecrated pillars and staves in the name of their idols.
Asherah is sometimes translated groves and seems to have been a carved wooded pillar that was used in connection with a stone massebah. The Asherah represented the presence of the mother goddess and was one of the major irritations of the prophets and religious leaders of the Israelites.
The Asherah were associated with incense stands and high places and the Israelites were commanded to cut them down, burn them. In 2 Kgs. 23:7 the women wove hangings for the Asherah.
Asherah is not mentioned in connection with the patriarchs nor the kings of Israle of the monarchy, but they are seen later, after the kingdom split. Later, Asherah is mention in connection with both the northern and southern kingdoms. Massena introduced Asherah into the Temple in Jerusalem in 2 Kgs. 21:3, and Josiah brought the Asherah out of the Temple and burned it. When the Israelites invades the Canaanite high places and took the spots of their own worship, the also adopted the Asherah and the massebah.
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