"And Also After That"

When my father (King Victorious as he is known here on my blog) sent me this article, I knew I had to post it here on my blog. If you haven't detected from my previous posts, I like to "dabble" in almost everything, especially the "fantastic" side of the world. Namely Angels and Demons.

This article is by (personally, my favorite teacher) Chuck Missler. His ministry is called Koinonia House (KHouse for short) and he is my mentor in all things "weird". I STRONGLY encourage you to read this article. In it Chuck Missler explains everything about the relation of man to fallen angels and their actives in modern society far more eloquently than I ever could. So, without further ado, here is the link to "And Also After That".

Julian Drive

Ah. More music! Here's another Christian band I am quite fond of: Julian Drive. If you are into lyrics that are really meaningful (and I mean as in with meaning behind the music) this is a great band!

Petra!

I know that there simply isn't enough good christian rock bands; so I am going to share one of my favorites: Petra. Petra has liricks as "holy" as the hymns you sing on Sunday morning, but a hard rock feel of BonJovi or Deaf Leopard...

Here is "Think Twice"


...And here is "Judas Kiss"

A day in the life...

After work today, I decided to visit the porthole in my local coffee shop. For those of you not in-the-know, the porthole is a large, perfectly round window in the java house. I wanted to take a break from the world and journal to myself -- well, I shouldn't say myself. I'd been wanting to write down a prayer for a looooooooooong time. The sky was clear and the sun was shining in, warming me from the cold I had just fled from. I took out my chronicles and my trusty pencil and began to write. If you still haven't got the idea, I LOVE writing. Getting all my thoughts organized on a piece of paper is one of the things I enjoy most.

As I basked in the warmth of the sun and prayed with my written words. One by one I went through the members of my family, the special prayer requests, the friends, co-workers, and people who are special to me. Then, a thought entered my mind. Pray for the lost. I began praying for the people who didn't know God. Now, once again, for those of you who do not know, my exposure to the "un-saved world" is VERY limited. Everyone I know is saved. The Lord put it on my heart to pray for people I had never seen before...

This may sound like an odd concept to some, but not really if you look at it. God works in the lives of everybody -- saved and lost. True there is nothing I can do for people I do not know, but God sees my heart. For my diligence, I know I will receive a blessing for praying. And as I prayed, my heart broke for the lost, and I truly understood the phrase, "love the sinner; hate the sin."

"Love the sinner; hate the sin." Sounds trivial, doesn't it? I mean, can't we hate people like Adolf Hitler? Joseph Stalin? Sedam Hussein? But God said "He is not willing that any perish" (2 Peter 3:9) ANY!!! That does not mean that no one will perish, but that God does not want them too. Think of this when you desire to hate the person rather than the sin: 100 years into eternity, that person will be in unimaginable, unrelenting TORTURE, but it wont end. 1,000 years into eternity that person will be in unimaginable, unrelenting TORTURE still, but it wont end. 10,000; 100,000; a million; a billion; a trillion -- BUT IT WILL NEVER END. When you think about what the lost have to look forward to in this light, you cannot help but bleed for them.

As I finished up my prayer and closed my journal, I gazed out the window. The Lord had filled my heart with peace and I was overflowing with joy when a voice broke into my thoughts:

"Mam," said the coffee jerk, "you look so peaceful, I could just draw a picture of you."

When Angels and Serpents Dance

I wanted to give a word of hope and encouragement to everyone this new year. Beloved, it is a dark time, but there is also hope. I want for just a moment to forget the grimness of the public news, the faithlessness of the Church and the evil that our leaders are doing. For a moment, my brothers and sisters, let us not dwell on the evil, but let us think of the sheer magnificence of our God.

I find my true worship of the Creator in His creation. I will never cease to marvel at the inexplicable beauty that surrounds me when I do nothing more than sit quietly in my backyard. Each blade of grass is bright and full of life. The tiny wildflowers are filled with such variations of color: purple clover, white asters, yellow buttercups. The soft, cloud-like beds of rich green clover act like cushions for my pleasure. Slightly beyond me are trees, both great and slight. A sugar maple provides delicious shade as well as a treat for the eye: it's vibrant green leaves seem to glow in the sunshine. God masterful paintbrush made all that I see, specifically for my enjoyment. Each vein in each blade of grass God crafted. Every grain of pollen in every flower that I behold, God deliberately placed.

This is the creation I enjoy by day; at night there is a stark change, but the magnificence is just at strong. The cool air dazzles me with aromas of closing flowers, the oncoming of dew, and perhaps the smell of someone's charcoal grill burning. My eyes no longer dwell on the ground, but on the sky. I gaze at the thousands of stars twinkling their wishes at me. When I am fortunate, I trace the constellations' patters amid the glittering specks. On the horizon the moon begins to rise, casting it's silvery glow upon the earth. God put every star in it's place. He designed the shapes in the sky and created the ever deepening blue space behind them. God fixed the moon so that it would circle the earth in the exact place that it is and allowed us some enjoyment by it's cycle.

Then comes my personal favorite, the beauty of a storm. Watching the mighty lightning flash across the sky in a brilliant instant, followed by the loud and deep rumble of thunder. Sweet rain fills my lungs as my ears are spoiled with the delicate dance of the droplets. I watch puddles slowly build and the battling of rings as many drips enter the water. The plants gleam with the slick coating of rain. I cannot help but be enraptured in the way God chooses to water the earth. His everlasting provision for every living thing in His creation never ceases to amaze me.

All this beauty. All this wonder. God made His creation for us to enjoy. I haven't even touched on the marvels of music, thought, and man himself. When you look at the intricacy in God's creation, there is little thought as to "how" God is handling everything else, but you can rest in the knowledge that God IS in control.