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“I write these things to you who believe in the name of the Son of God so that you may know that you have eternal life” (1 John 5:13, NIV).
Can I really be sure? That is a question I’ve heard, even asked, many times, concerning salvation. Maybe you are asking it right now. If you are, then read on, because I’ve got some really great news for you!
The answer to this age-old theological question is a definitive “yes”. You see, our salvation is not based upon anything that we do, but rather on the all-sufficient sacrifice that Jesus made on a cross some 2,000 years ago. God’s gracious gift of eternal life is available to all people and made ours through faith. The Apostle Paul puts it this way, “For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith—and this is not from yourselves, it is the gift of God” (Ephesians 2:8, NIV). “By grace, through faith!” “A gift!” That is really great news!
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This is a bit on the side of current writing, but it might become somewhat of an impulse for new topics and writing works, soon.
Once the idea of cosmos being just one little bubble, stretching out from a little golf ball to an enormous size, but still just a tiny bubble in a bigger sea of other universes - it's hard to put it aside. The thought is both liberating and calming at the same time. Maybe it's because it's visually nice, and more stable.
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I went by the Atlantic Ocean yesterday. As I took a quiet walk by the seashore in that relatively lonely beach, the water was calm but extremely cold. The wind was blowing, the dark clouds of a cold front were rolling in, and there was a lonely bird standing on the sand.
I don't know how you feel about dark clouds, cool wind, unending wave sounds, cold water, and a lonely bird on a lonely beach, but it can make one sort of gloomy. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't turning to salty mush in that scene but stuff like that can suck the joy out of anyone. If nothing else, in moments like those the mind has a way of going the wrong way to places and memories that trigger sad emotions and feelings. It is then that you wonder about life, meaning, where you've been, and where you're heading.
Isn't it something how those mental trips we take usually end up with a memory of defeat in our past or a tough time we went through or a series of worries we have about what the future holds? We try to convince ourselves that we're an 'immovable rock' but when despair hits, it can squeeze out the best in us.
As I continued to walk I noticed the rising tide creeping up the sand and wondered how far would it reach. Then, a crazy thought: What if it didn't stop gaining ground and went over the sand dune, pass the hotels and onto the road and took over the homes near by? I know, I know... sounds like a ridiculous theme for a horror sci-fi movie.
But think about this, the only reason the tide doesn't keep going and sweeps over the dry land swallowing everything in its path is because God doesn't allow it.
The following Scripture is a question God posed to His man Job when Job was questioning God's treatment of his life,
“Who decreed the boundaries of the seas when they gushed from the depths? Who clothed them with clouds and thick darkness and barred them by limiting their shores, and said, ‘Thus far and no farther shall you come, and here shall your proud waves stop’?" Job 38:8-11 TLB
In other words, God restricted the waters. Had God not done that, the little island in the Caribbean Sea that I grew up in would have disappeared! And, had the Lord not continued managing that up to this day, all life as we know it would cease to exist. Aren't you glad God is Sovereign and merciful?
You may be wondering, Ok, soooo...where are you going with this, bro? Was there a purpose for your stroll at the beach? Yes, there was!
You may feel overwhelmed by your current situation and difficulty. But remember that God is watching and managing life. And just like the ocean tides, He will not let you or me be taken over anything that will wreck our lives for good. You may wonder sometimes about how much more of a difficult thing you can take or whether God has forgotten you and left you to be utterly devastated by an unstopping wave of awful, lousy stuff. But take courage, God is by the side of those who love Him to help them overcome!
Please allow me to unload a few encouraging Bible verses on you:
"The Lord is close to the brokenhearted; he rescues those whose spirits are crushed." Psalm 34:18 NLT
"The Lord is the defense of my life; Whom shall I dread?" Psalm 27:1 NASB
“Don’t be afraid, I’ve redeemed you. I’ve called your name. You’re mine. When you’re in over your head, I’ll be there with you. When you’re in rough waters, you will not go down. When you’re between a rock and a hard place, it won’t be a dead end—Because I am God, your personal God, The Holy of Israel, your Savior." Isaiah 43:1-3 MSG
"Fear not, for I am with you. Do not be dismayed. I am your God. I will strengthen you; I will help you; I will uphold you with my victorious right hand." Isaiah 41:10 TLB
“My kindness is all you need. My power is strongest when you are weak.” 2Corinthians 12:9 CEV
Aren't those great comforting words? There's hope for life by the sea shore and in suburbia, not because there's anything special about those places, but because there's something special about God and the hope found in Him!
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By Henry Korsah
As a Christian a great desire to have is attaining spiritual gifts. A spiritual gift enables the Holy Spirit to manifest within anyone that believes. The types of gifts you can receive is speaking in tongues, interpreting tongues, having visions, and dreams, and being able to prophesy.
All of this can be found in Acts 2...
All of them were filled with the Holy Spirit and began to speak in other tongues and began to speak in other tongues as the Spirit enabled them.
6. When they heard this sound, a crowd came together in bewilderment, because each one heard their own language being spoken.
7. Utterly amazed, they asked: “Aren’t all these who are speaking Galileans?
8. Then how is it that each of us hears them in our native language?
17. “In the last days, God says, I will pour out my Spirit on all people. Your sons and daughters will prophesy, your young men will see visions, your old men will dream dreams.
18. Even on my servants, both men and women, I will pour out my Spirit in those days, and they will prophesy.
38. Peter replied “Repent and be baptized, every one of you, in the name of Jesus Christ for the forgiveness of your sins. And you will receive the gift of the Holy Spirit.
The whole of Acts chapter 2 explains the beauty of receiving the gift of the Holy Spirit.
The Holy Spirit will give you different gifts.
1 Corinthians 12….
8. To one there is given through the Spirit a message of wisdom, to another a message of knowledge by means of the same Spirit,
9. to another faith by the same Spirit, to another gifts of healing by that one Spirit,
10. to another miraculous powers, to another prophecy, to another distinguishing between spirits, to another speaking in different kinds of tongues, and to still another the interpretation of tongues.
11. All these are the work of one and the same Spirit, and he distributes them to each one, just as he determines.
However, this will only happen if you desire these gifts, and if you do God will reveal things in a marvellous way.
1 Corinthians 12:31
31. Now eagerly desire the greater gifts. And yet I will show you the most excellent way.
Lord, I Pray you help me desire the Holy Spirit. In Jesus name I pray. Amen.
Further Reading: Acts 2, 1 Corinthians 12
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The Bible states that “The steps of a good man are ordered by the Lord.” (Psalms 37:23) Simply put, God has a plan for each one of us and will direct our lives on our spiritual journey. Every Believer has a road to travel and the Bible is the guide book to that destination. I think many look at God’s plan as something that will be achieved down the road. What we fail to see is that the path God wants us to follow is a daily “ordering” of our activities. We become so future oriented that we fail to see the here and now. God wants to lead us every step of the way, but due to our freedom of choice, we many times choose to chart our own course.
The success of Jesus’ earthly ministry was His continual desire to follow God’s leading. There were countless times that He sought places of solitude where He would pray and seek God’s direction for His life. Jesus did not act according to the permissive will of God, but through God’s directive will. Many times you hear of Jesus acknowledging God’s leading. One day, He went into the desert to seek out God’s will. While He was praying, people sought Him out and urged Him to stay longer with them. Jesus simply told them that He “…must preach the Kingdom to other cities also, because for this purpose I have been sent.” (Luke 4:43) On the outskirts of Jericho, He saw a man named Zacchaeus who had climbed up a tree so he could see Jesus better. Jesus told him to come down, “…for today I must stay at your house.” (Luke 19:5) The Bible states that on His way to Galilee He must go through Samaria. (John 4:4) There Jesus would lead a Samaritan woman into a life changing experience. Another time, Jesus shared with His disciples that He “…must work the works of Him that sent Me.” (John 9:4) Jesus knew what lay before Him for God had revealed it to Him many times. He would share with His disciples how He “…must suffer many things…” (Luke 9:22, 17:25, et al)
Some Christians believe that Jesus could not fail or falter because He was the Son of God. True, He was Divine, but He was also human. He faced every type of situation that life presented, yet without sin. The secret to Jesus’ earthly life was not His divinity, but His obedience to the will of His Father. He not only sought God’s leading, but He followed it!!! Two times, God spoke audibly to those around Jesus: “This is My beloved Son, in whom I am well pleased.” (Matthew 3:17, 17:5) There were times that Jesus struggled, yet He knew what the outcome would be because of His obedience. It is a mistake to believe that being a Christian guarantees that life will be void of difficulties, trials, and testing. But there is an assurance that if we follow God’s leading we will find our ways through the difficulties, trials, and testing.
Reaching the age of reflection, I have seen that many of the mistakes I have made have been a result of planning my days around my desires instead of around the desires of God. There are many mornings that my wife and I would ask each other, “What do you want to do today?” Many of our responses were based on fleshly desires and interests. When are Christians going to get to the point of asking God what He wants them to do on that untouched day?
Jesus was so tuned into God that His actions were not selective, but directional with a sense of urgency. “I MUST!” Satan could not defeat Him. People could not discourage Him. Challenges could not deter Him. Jesus knew the way back to His Father was through God’s directional path. Jesus came as the Son of Man and became the Lamb of God and left as the Son of God.
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Note: If you would like to listen to the audio drama, see the link below at the end of the blog!
“It is finished!” (John 19:30) – Three of the most wonderful words in all of Scripture. Though we read them and rejoice, I sometimes wonder if we truly grasp the awesome significance they have for us. There is high theology in those words, and yet their message is as simple as the faith of a child. They speak to every Catholic Christian, to the Church, and to the lost world looking for salvation. They speak of the love and power of the Son of God, and of the divine truth that divides the souls and the minds of men. How can we come to terms with the meaning of those words spoken on that First Good Friday? The answer lies in the depths of the deeper story of salvation, told through the witness of history and the people who lived out that story.
Back when I worked in Christian radio, I produced an audio Passion Play for our local audience called, “The Witnesses: Through the Eyes of Faith.” It was presented like a documentary on the death of Jesus as told through the voices of those who were there. The imaginative testimonies of these men and women based on the words of Scripture described the awesome and immutable power that led the Son of God to the suffering and shame of the cross – the same power that moved these witnesses to find truth and meaning as well. The whole purpose of the play was to drive home the point that Christ’s crucifixion, burial and resurrection was the high point of human history, the fulfillment of the divine drama of salvation. Christ’s words, “It is finished!” were the culmination of God’s great plan for mankind.
Sharing in the Salvation Story
Redemption was always in the mind of God. From the first breath poured into the soul of Adam to the last breath spilled out from the lips of the Son of Man, all of history has been about the Love that spoke the Word of Life into this world to rescue us from our sin and draw us back into the arms of the Father. We are called to be witnesses of this marvelous gift. When we share the salvation story, there are only two responses: surrender or rejection. Either our eyes are opened and we fall at the throne of mercy or they are blinded and we spit in the face of the Savior. In writing “The Witnesses,” the words I placed into the mouths of the characters allowed me to take different facets of the Passion story and show how they were brought to bear upon humanity. And alongside each spoken revelation of truth, there was another voice raging against the reality of the cross.
Silent Servants, Raging Rulers, Righteousness Revealed…
One such character was Malchus, the servant of the High Priest. His was an inner testimony, the witness of garden screams and reluctant obedience. He stood in contrast to his master, who tore his garments in the presence of Jesus, effectively abdicating his priestly position by making himself an unfit representative before the people. This man who lost his ear to Peter’s impulsive sword-wielding moment was healed by the Savior who was bathed in the light of an angel. His mind was moved enough by that healing to let Peter and John into the High Priest’s courtyard to stand watch as Jesus was maltreated by the mob. He stood for those outside the kingdom who are obedient to worldly masters, yet come to recognize that the rage of proud men against the Savior is sheer madness. Those who experience the healing touch of the true Master find release from the pain and pride of sin’s cruel bondage.
Throughout the trial there was Nicodemus, the Pharisee who had come to Jesus at night to speak with Him and share his heart. Here was one who arrived at the meeting under the cover of darkness but was called to put his trust in the Light. The words Jesus spoke to him about the love of God, about being born from above, and about the wind blowing wherever it will, pointed Nicodemus to realities outside his learning and earthly knowledge. The more he came into the Light, the more he opened his mind to the reality of Jesus as the fulfillment of prophecy. As Jesus was dying on the cross, I had Nicodemus recall the words of Isaiah 53, the Song of the Suffering Servant. Those verses stood in contrast to those in the world who allow the darkness to blind them to the truth, who see the cross as folly and absurdity. Nicodemus was a man who saw the Light cancelling out the darkness as Jesus fulfilled His mission of love.
Faithful Followers, Tears of Release…
John, the Disciple, who in the play was the first to speak and the last to respond to the message of Christ’s sacrificial love, brought the innocence of faith to bear against the cynicism of unbelief. His great love carried the story along, giving a gentle and sobering context to the harsh events of the crucifixion. Likewise Peter, the Rock, the man who showed both folly and faith, brought his weakness and strength into the narrative, as he moved from confusion and pride to repentance and submission. His steadfast loyalty to the Savior, broken for a short while by a moment of weakness, was a reminder that the journey to the cross is a human journey of stumbling and standing, failing and finding our way. His mistakes came up against the love and forgiveness of his Master and he was turned from an impulsive loudmouth to a rock-solid leader, never to be the same again.
Then there were the two beautiful women of the story: Mary of Magdela and Mary the mother of the Lord. Their gentle devotion and steadfast love was a soothing balm against the horrific pain of the events of the crucifixion. Mary Magdalene, from whom 7 demons had been cast, spoke of the tears of surrender, rather than the tears of despair. Mary, the mother of Jesus, spoke of her mother’s heart that was breaking for her Son, even as His was broken for the world. Their gracious testimonies showed the kind of strength that recognizes the higher purpose of salvation. They shared how gentle, submissive love allows one to see the events of the Passion as the end of a long road to salvation and peace.
Seeking Hearts, Witnesses to Worldliness…
The Centurion and Simon of Cyrene represented those who come to the cross from outside the faith with an open attitude and a seeking heart. While the world refused to see what was happening as anything more than the harsh reality of another day in the Roman Empire, these men chose to look into the eyes of the Savior and see not a man condemned, but a Man of Sorrows fulfilling a holy purpose. It was a purpose that they could not fully grasp but somehow could sense in their open hearts. They came to see the duties and services they performed as a necessary part of the unfolding, intentional will of God. Their view of the convicted criminal on the cross transformed until all they could see was the Righteous Son of God!
Claudia, the wife of Pilate, watched as her husband faced the mob enraged and the silent Savior who spoke of Divine Truth. She saw, perhaps most completely, the ultimate contrast between human authority and heavenly power. Jesus, the bloodied and beaten prisoner, stood as the noble Messiah before the impotent Roman official who slowly watched as his authoritative voice was slowly drowned out by the cries for crucifixion. Claudia’s testimony revealed the extreme differences between the Kingdoms of men and the Kingdom of Heaven, and her troubling night vision testified to the fact that, in order for Christ’s Kingdom to enter upon the world, all earthly Empires must eventually fall. Salvation’s authority would soon crush the weak and ineffectual power of mankind.
Seeking Hearts, Witnesses to Worldliness…
Throughout the Passion Play, the words and deeds of the Lord were presented for all to hear. Those with open hearts could receive the Gospel message of Love fulfilled in the Savior’s suffering on the cross. The Scriptures were laid bare before the listeners, and the testimonies were meant to speak to the inner turmoil of humanity in each seeking soul. It left the audience with a question and a challenge. The question: Is this man, witnessed to by so many, the eternal Son of God? The challenge: To accept or reject the witness – to let it speak to one’s heart and bring surrender or to refuse to listen and reject the message of the Gospel. There were no other options.
As Resurrection Sunday approaches each year, the Church re-presents the story of the Passion to the believing and unbelieving world. Because we are witnesses of God’s salvation in Jesus, we are called to testify to the world that the death and resurrection of Christ is the fulfillment of the eternal salvation story. Let us remember that our witness to the resurrection stands in stark contrast to the rejection of Christ by the lost, and our saving stories serve to share the hope of heaven with a desperate and weary world. Through our witness, we share how the words, “It is finished!” are the crowning moment of the journey of mankind toward heaven and eternal hope. God bless.
If you would like to listen to this audio drama, click the link below and look for "The Witnesses," Parts I and II, and click on the audio files.
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After reading Romans 4:20-21 (KJV):
20 He [Abraham] staggered not at the promise of God through unbelief; but was strong in faith, giving glory to God;
21 And being fully persuaded that, what he had promised, he was able also to perform.
Every day, some fault wagers against my mind
that I am going to stagger, for a moment be blind.
Abraham, how did you do it,
believing so many years,
to the extent that your hope
gave you an edge to assure?
This thing called "trust"
must be coddled like a baby from the first,
fed and held when the arms of thrashing flesh fusses,
waiting for the joy of childlike confidence to burst.*
I can't wrestle against angels like jostling Jacob**
nor take a fleece out like guessing Gideon.***
I need an answer, tomorrow and today,
I'm going to trust God till this walking vision
bleeds, if that's what it takes,
over into my character like religion.
* Matthew 18:2-4
** Genesis 32:22-31
*** Judges 6:36-40
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A couple years ago I decided to up my writing game by expanding my Internet presence, signing up on a few writers’ sites and posting some of my work for public consumption. I thought it would be a good way for me to network, point others to my website and build a greater following for my writing. I looked forward to getting feedback and interacting with the other writers, but what I didn’t expect to encounter was a whole sub-culture of teen self-expression that dove deeply into the dark regions of depression and self-harm. As I became more involved in the writing sites, the youth minister in me kicked in and I found myself drawn to reach out to those young people with the love of Christ. And so what started out as a way to build my brand turned out to be a winding journey into the thick of this mysterious and intense world of words. It was a true testing of my faith and ministry skills, and I learned a great deal about how the current social media culture has shaped the way teens view and express their identity, their fears and their pain.
The Emotional World of Online Teen Writing…
One of the first things I discovered on these sites was that, along with all the vampire stories and fan fiction and teen romance novels, there was a large percentage of poetry on depression, cutting and emotional brokenness. Here, many teens commiserated with one another over the harshness of their lives. These tender, hurting souls were posting brutally honest commentary about their circumstances, beautiful and often dark poetry describing their pain and despair, and rants that raged against the cruel world around them. I found much of it very difficult to read, not so much because of the pain it described but because of the hopelessness behind that pain. For sure, some of what I was reading was an expression of the emotional drama that all teens experience, the kind that can become overstated for effect. But in truth, much of it spoke to the sad reality that our culture has, in many ways, created a climate of loneliness, abuse, and abandonment in the hearts of young people. For the most part, there was very little hope in the words I was reading, but plenty of validation and camaraderie among these tortured teens. However, this virtual sharing of votes and comments in some sense served to perpetuate the whole cycle despondency as sympathetic replies from kindred souls prompted the teen authors to turn out additional chapters, leading to more comments, leading to further writing – and on and on it went – a catharsis with no real resolution.
Sadder too, was the fact that so many of these teens were writing about their struggles with identity – and especially their sexual identity. I noticed that many of the culturally and politically correct terms had found their way into their posts: bi-sexual, bi-curious, pansexual, gender fluid, gender blind, transgender, and so on. Most of what I read expressed confusion or a call for validation of a particular choice made. There were those who wrote long rants about the intolerance of the rest of the world for the LGBT community, expressed in such a way as to leave any discussion on the subject closed, lest anyone with a different opinion be labeled as a bigot. In the comments on these pages, people applauded the person’s choice without ever addressing the confusion expressed in the words. I thought about how heart-rending it was that the larger issue of the identity of people’s souls was completely ignored.
Trust, not Tracks…
In crafting my evangelistic approach, I determined to employ a gentler touch: building trust rather than passing out tracts, so to speak. Instead of launching into some sort of calculated discourse on biblical principles and Christian virtues, I decided to read through the writing and pray to draw out the deeper meaning behind the words. I looked for the needs behind the anger and the longings behind the tears. I used as my model the encounter between Jesus and the woman at the well in John 4:1-42. This woman, ostracized by her village and forced to draw water in the heat of the day, was an individual full of suffering and sorrow. Rather than chastise this adulterous woman, Jesus, the all-knowing, all-loving Savior, chose to engage her in conversation. He offered her living water, though initially, she didn’t fully comprehend the deeper meaning behind His words. But slowly, the One without a bucket or dipper was able to draw up the pain and need from the well of this daughter’s aching heart. Her dialogue went from guarded irritation to awareness of her need; and in the end, she became open to being filled by the Messiah.
As I prayed over the poetry and prose I was reading, I asked for the wisdom to see each person in the same way Christ saw this woman. Through the words, I began to understand what these hearts truly needed. In the pain of rejection, I saw the need for affirmation. In the despair of abuse and bullying I saw the need for the safety of sacrificial love. Self-loathing spoke to the desire for something to fill the emptiness inside. Self-harm served as a desperate cry for the soothing touch of a trusted hand. Each tear and tragic story tugged at my heartstrings, calling me to spill words of healing onto the reply pages of their posts. A vote was not an endorsement of their ideology, but rather a knock at the door of a wounded heart. Each reply was fashioned to speak to individuals where they were. I pointed to the cleverness of their wordplay, the relevance of each metaphor and the unique stylistic choices they had made. But in those replies I also offered a word or two of wisdom, a sliver of humor and hope, and an overture of friendship without judgment. And as each door opened, I bid the Savior to enter with me into each heart I encountered.
A Listening Ear, a Healing Word…
Building trust was a slow process of acknowledging that I understood the pain I witnessed in the words and recognized the beauty deep down in those broken hearts. As I shared with them, first as a writer and then as someone with a gift for healing, I offered words that served as a spiritual balm to sooth the wounds that cut deeper than any razor ever could. I gave understanding rather than approval for behaviors. I never accepted beliefs contrary to my own, but spent time listening to the other person’s thoughts before expressing my own opinions in a gentle and loving way. Each day, when new writing came out, I commented in the same manner as before, but with a little more familiarity from earlier online conversations. This gentle method led to further conversation and openness.
In my ministry work with teen girls I was very familiar with the tragic realities of suicidal depression, cutting, and eating disorders. From years spent with Christian teens I had come to a deeper understanding of the dynamic behind these self-harming behaviors. But here in this asylum of words I gained new insights into the minds of those who struggled in these ways. These young women saw their bodies as detestable canvases upon which to write the sorrowful story of their lives, and they reflected that despair in their writing. Each cut was like a horrid brush stroke on a dark painting, meant to be hidden from misunderstanding eyes. But at the same time, through the poetry, the hidden cuts were displayed in the relative safety of virtual reality. They wrote about their struggles with eating as a slow, sorrowful walk on a path towards a life wasting away with no one to notice or care. As they posted daily of their trials they clung to the words they wrote, hoping their hypnotic power might hold their lives in place for one more day, but at the same time, they saw themselves inching deliberately toward the edge of the abyss.
A Message of Hope and Healing…
My message became simple: You are worthy. You are unique. You are loveable. You are fearfully and wonderfully made. I continued to post daily comments on new writings that came out, and spoke with gentleness and caring in short chats about nothing and everything. Eventually I decided to post my own “dark” poetry, poetry that related to the hurt I saw but presented the love of the Savior as well. I considered that, in order for people to find hope, I needed to move beyond the small circle of trust built around my life and walk with them up the hill of the Skull to the cross. Through my poetic words, I began to introduce these new writing friends to the One who could take the pain and sorrow to Calvary’s tree and free them from their bonds. One such poem that grew out of these interactions and insights was called, “Child of Sorrow.” It spoke of the One who was “cut” for them, upon whose flesh had been written all the sins of the world. Here was the God-Man, who willingly took each bloody stripe of the whip, whose head was crowned with thorns, whose very lifeblood was completely drained in payment for every sin. If anyone could relate to their pain and their struggle, it was this Man of Sorrows. In the poem, a young girl, just like them, took the depths of her despair to the cross:
Child of sorrow, fair of form,
Traveling through the fiercest storm,
Sees within the mirror, image dulled with deepest rage.
Sun will rise, another day,
Wears her mask, her part to play,
Walks the path of death, entrapped within a cruel cage.
No one hears her silent cry,
Now resolved to daily die,
Writes upon her battered flesh the bitter words of hate,
Used, abused, misunderstood,
Underneath a Gothic hood,
Sinks within her demon dream and feels her phantom fate.
Can there be no one who sees,
Or no ears to hear her pleas?
Must she now forever live in silent solitude?
Feels her racing heart retreat,
Waiting for its final beat,
Draws the blade her life of empty aching to conclude.
Wand'ring streets in stinging rain,
Searching now to end the pain,
Falls upon a heavy oaken door and enters in.
Moving past the blessed bath,
Sacred pews and angel's wrath,
Now before the altar table draped in sick'ning sin.
Raises firsts to heaven's throne,
Bringing out her heart of stone,
Rages now before the God who mocks her from above.
Gazes now at tortured King,
On his brow a thorny ring,
Body beaten, sacred stripes to testify of love.
Sees the writing on His skin,
All of our forgiven sin,
Blood poured out in full to set now free our dying race.
Can there be a love so pure,
Or a payment so secure,
That His life should so completely take the sinner's place.
Drops the blade upon the floor,
Her young flesh to cut no more,
For the Savior King's cruel death now fills her weary soul.
Rises now a newborn child,
No longer to be reviled,
Weight of sin now lifted, body, mind and spirit whole.
Looks again upon the cross,
Contemplates Messiah's loss,
All so she could gain a place at heaven's open door.
Tears of joy now freely flow,
To her knees and bending low,
Grateful broken heart now free, her blood to flow no more.
Seeking out the sacred page,
For her mind now to engage,
Deep inside the words of hope, a purpose now to find.
Leaves the sanctuary filled,
Voices silenced, pain now stilled,
Now refreshed, renewed, reborn in body, soul and mind.
Child of sorrow, fair of form,
Having now survived the storm,
Sees within the mirror now the face of love restored.
Sun has risen, new day calls
Moves outside her broken walls,
To a world of hurting souls who need her gentle Lord.
Eventually I began to see subtle changes in the way people responded. They knew someone was listening who understood, who didn’t judge, who didn’t want to run away. Even if they didn’t quite get it, they knew they knew I was praying for them and offering something other than hollow affirmation. Their poetry began to take on a note of hope, especially in the advice they began offering their followers, reminding them to keep on trying and not to give up. They began to write less of their pain and to speak into the lives of others going through the same struggles. In their words I saw reflections of the Savior’s love, slowly piercing through the veil of their pain. They were coming to see that if another person could take the time to walk with them on their journeys, then perhaps this God he believed in might be worth a second look after all. I realized that instead of trying to be a counselor, an advisor, a fixer or a sympathizer, all I really needed to be was a channel for the grace of God. I had entered as a stranger, but without judgment or criticism. I had spoken life into their cutting words and allowed the grace of God to work in heaven’s timing rather than my own.
Now I would be remiss if I left you without saying that as I continue to minister through my writing, I’m not alone in my mission. I have seen other believers on these same sites, sharing the same hope with these hurting souls. Some I would say are better able to break through the barriers because they too are teens, and because they’ve gone through some of the same struggles but have come out on the other side in the arms of their Savior. They too have posted writings of hope and strength for others to read, and have talked and prayed and shared with these struggling teens, offering perhaps more than I ever could. It has been a joy to see how much the grace of God can shine when His children use their gifts and venture out into new worlds, even the virtual kind.
I can only hope that more and more Christians with a gift for words will choose to share their writings with those who are calling out with their broken words for something more. In this age where it’s so easy to connect online, I hope there are more empathetic souls willing to bring the light of Christ’s love into the dark online worlds of these young people and spread the Gospel message of healing and redemption to those who are lost and looking for a refuge of hope!
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In the Bible, James Epistle mentions faith without works is dead.
Many people misunderstand the truth behind it.
Why is that?
Because it leads people to believe good deeds are the entry into heaven.
What is James saying?
He isn’t implying good deeds equals salvation.
God is precise on the origin of heaven. He used Apostle Paul to convey salvation as His gift of grace through faith (Ephesians 2:8).
In fact, James is expanding on Apostle Paul message that faith produces works.
For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand, that we should walk in them. Ephesians 2:10 ESV
James reminds us to carry out good deeds not for receiving favoritism but to radiate Christ’s loving nature.
Christian works are a byproduct of faith.
It’s easy to take scripture out of context. The problem is when I do this I’m taking away from the full scope of the message.
I’m not saying it’s wrong to use part of scriptures.
But sometimes, to clarify its lesson the whole section requires attention. And a prime example is faith without works is dead.
Here’s what I mean.
Contained within James’ message is 13 scriptures. Each of them by themselves is helpful but when interwoven together they explain the reason behind his message.
For instance, he begins with heightening the connection between faith and good deeds. He gives examples of the way they work together. And used Abraham’s willingness to sacrifice Isaac as an excellent illustration (James 2:21-23).
Here’s the interesting part.
James is sharing the same truth spoken by Christ.
Jesus put it this way:
35 For I was hungry, and you fed me. I was thirsty, and you gave me a drink. I was a stranger, and you invited me into your home. 36 I was naked, and you gave me clothing. I was sick, and you cared for me. I was in prison, and you visited me.’
37 “Then these righteous ones will reply, ‘Lord, when did we ever see you hungry and feed you? Or thirsty and give you something to drink? 38 Or a stranger and show you hospitality? Or naked and give you clothing?39 When did we ever see you sick or in prison and visit you?’40 “ And the King will say, ‘I tell you the truth when you did it to one of the least of these my brothers and sisters, you were doing it to me! Matthew 25:35-40 NLT
I think you’ll agree with me when I say Christ word is final. Here is Jesus’s blueprint for the way faith and good deeds work together.
And with Christ as our guide, we can’t go wrong.
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From her earliest days, Meadow Rue Merrill dreamed of adopting a child, and she longed to travel to Africa, even wrestling a promise from her husband that if she promised to marry him, he would not stand in the way of her going.
Redeeming Ruth is Meadow’s record of God’s “yes” to her dreams — and it stands as powerful evidence that the unfolding of our dreams may not look exactly as we imagined.
International adoption is complicated even without a large family and economic limitations. The Merrill family had both, but when they met tiny Ruth, she captured their hearts. Ruth had traveled from Uganda through Welcome Home Ministries, Africa, to stay with a family in Maine (friends of the Merrils) where she could receive physical therapy. When Meadow and her husband Dana held Ruth’s limp body for the first time, they were astonished at her level of disability from cerebral palsy — and at the way their hearts responded to her.
Desire warred against ambivalence as Meadow and Dana weighed the wisdom of bringing a profoundly disabled African child into their already-full-and-busy home located in the whitest state in America. Yielding to what Meadow described as Dana’s “annoying habit of believing that God will take care of us,” (22) they took one tentative step after another, weathered countless setbacks, and put thousands of miles on their vehicle until one momentous day, Meadow and Ruth boarded a plane for Uganda to finalize Ruth’s adoption.
Time to Walk
In the spirit of “leaving the 99 to save one,” Meadow spent nearly a month in Uganda chasing paperwork, caring for Ruth in primitive surroundings, living among the other orphans and workers at Welcome Home. There, she gained insight to the hopelessness of Ruth’s future, forever trapped in a body with the skill set of a two-month-old infant, if she did not gain entrance to the United States and the privilege of hope that comes with education, health care, and rehabilitation.
Together, the Merrill family prayed for healing and trusted for progress, but what would healing look like? Her big brothers and sister prayed specifically that Ruth would walk and talk. Would a cochlear implant restore Ruth’s hearing? Meadow pondered theological implications of her daughter’s fragility:
“[P]erhaps God’s purpose was higher than ours. Perhaps instead of healing Ruth, he intended to heal us of our selfishness and pride. Wouldn’t that be a miracle?”
A Faith Journey into God’s “Yes”
Redeeming Ruth reminded me of why memoir is my favorite genre. Not everyone who reads Meadow’s descriptive prose will be able to appreciate her references to Brunswick area landmarks or have memories of sunny days at Popham Beach and walks around the trails of Mackworth Island that heightened my appreciation for the setting. However, it will be a rare reader who does not identify with the struggle to hold onto a dream that keeps slipping away or to continue in faith when sight is alarmingly out of sync with expected outcomes.
The Merrill family’s unique story is a valuable resource for anyone who is learning to trust God’s motives and struggling to live well in the tension of pursuing a dream while holding it loosely, for within the flow of story, priceless principles emerge:
Close the door on worries.
“I can believe what my mind is telling me, which is ‘Panic!’ Or I can believe what the Bible tells me, which is that children are a blessing. Whenever I feel overwhelmed, I close my eyes and picture myself physically putting my trust in God the way I’d put something in a cupboard. I give my worries to him. Then I close the door.” (149)
Love like a fool.
“Even if you love and lose, keep sharing God’s love anyway. Love in the face of suffering and grief and heartache and loss. Love beyond racial and religious and physical borders and barriers. . . You won’t have to look far to find someone who is hurting, someone without a voice, someone waiting to know they are loved.” (203)
There is nothing of value that may be lost here that will not be redeemed in heaven.
“Everything life takes, love restores. Everything. Broken bodies. Broken hearts. Broken dreams. No matter how painful. No matter how devastating. God can transform even our greatest sorrow into something good.” (201)
The unfolding of Ruth’s story rebukes the notion that God is made visible only in happy endings. Loving and caring for Ruth became Meadow’s offering to God, “one small piece of this broken, pain-pierced world that [she] could redeem.”
It will surprise no one who has read the New Testament that redemption is a costly process. In the midst of grinding fatigue and great joy, discouragement and soaring faith, mourning and soul-deep comfort, the Merrill family continues to live their way into God’s high purpose for bringing Ruth into their family.
This book was provided by Hendrickson Publishers in exchange for my review. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255 : “Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising.”
Downeast Magazine is a favorite here in Maine, and Meadow shares an excerpt from Redeeming Ruth in their March 2017 issue. You can read it here
A fellow member of the Redbud Writers Guild, Meadow wrote an article featuring her adoption journey for September 2017 issue of The Redbud Post: A Promise, a Prayer, and an Irresistible Smile.
For more of Meadow’s fine writing, including her blog, be sure to check out her website.
Featured image from Meadow Rue Merrill’s website.
Redeeming Ruth is now available from RUBY’S Reading Corner
Michele Morin is a teacher, blogger, reader, and gardener who finds joy in sitting at a table surrounded by women with open Bibles. She has been married to an unreasonably patient husband for nearly 27 years, and their four children are growing up at an alarming rate. She blogs at Living Our Days because “the way we live our days will be, after all, the way we live our lives.”
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Daniel Chapter: Clash of Worldviews
Profiling the End-time Little Horn
This section is dedicated to develop a scriptural composite profile of the Antichrist from the scattered references found in various parts of the Bible. Interpretation is then made of these various references to understand the nature of the Antichrist in the language of modern age political systems and leaders. In order to correctly understand the nature of the persecution the Antichrist initiates, the section also develops an interpretation of the abomination of desolation and the sanctuary to be profaned in modern day terms. After laying down this important interpretative groundwork, the identity of the Antichrist, the sanctuary to be profaned, and the abomination of desolation is established in a new way.
In Search of The "Little Horn"
Much has been written on the identity - origin and career of the endtimes ‘little horn’ or the Antichrist. Sundry individuals, institutions, and even nations have been suggested as fulfillment of the prophecy about the ‘little horn’ (antichrist). In this regard, some of the most cited candidates have been, the Roman Caesar Nero, the founder of Islam - Mohammed, the Roman Catholic Church and its popes, Adolf Hitler, Communism and its leaders, and much recently the New Age Movement and the Masonic Lodge. These names are in addition to all those false Messiahs who down the centuries declared themselves to be the personifications of the Second Coming of Christ.
However, if we let Scripture speak for itself, this will be what will emerge as the profile of the endtimes ‘little horn’ (Antichrist).
- It will be a branch to arise from the victorious ‘Greek’ dynasty (Dan. 8: 8-9).
- Starting from small beginnings, it will amass political power through intrigue and conspiracy. Literally, it will be a master of intrigue (Dan. 11: 21, 23).
- Though it has its roots in Christianity, it will abandon the Faith. It will deny God and Christ. It will be a master of deception, succeeding in misleading many people. The Lie it promotes will cause many to fall away from faith in God (Dan. 8: 25; 2 Thes. 2:3, 9-12; 1 Jn. 2: 18-19; Matt. 24:24; Rev. 13: 14).
- After it comes to political power, it will establish a policy of controlling and distributing wealth (Dan. 11: 24b, 43, 49; Zech. 11: 16).
- Those who acknowledge him and owe him allegiance, they will receive privilege and influence. Merit will have little space in the empire the Antichrist (Dan. 11: 39).
- Because of the mighty deeds it is able to accomplish many will be duped about its supernatural strength (Dan. 8: 24; 2 Thes. 2:9-10).
- It will be a power, which will be quite marked for its haughtiness and impiety. It will be a cruel dictator, which will inspire terror and sow much destruction (Dan. 7: 23-25, 8:23-24; Rev. 13: 1-10).
- It will utter words of arrogance. It will lift IT-SELF up against God. It will attempt to play the role of God in the life of the people, promising redemption for humanity (Dan 11: 36; 2 Thes. 2:4).
- Its survival skill will convince the gullible in its invincibility (immortality) (Rev. 3-4).
- It will have utter disregard for traditions and customs of the people, including to the observance of religion (Dan 7:25, 11:37).
- The ruler will shun the flirtation (desires) of women (Dan 11: 37).
- It will be intensely hostile to religion to the point of desecrating God’s temple. God’s people will suffer unparalleled persecution at its hands. It will carry out a horrifying act that will leave the sanctuary of God profaned and desolate (Dan.7:25, 8:9-13, 25, 11: 30-31; Rev. 13: 5-7).
- It will be called the lawless one, as it will suspend normal rules of governance. Human life and property rights, etc., will be wantonly transgressed against Extra-judicial measures will be common (Ps 10; 2 Thes. 2:3; Rev. 13: 10).
- It will build up military power, and will engage in territorial expansion. It will attempt at worldwide influence and dominance (Dan. 11:38 –44).
- God’s people are advised to be the first to recognize the intentions of the ‘little horn’ as it first emerges in power. When it maneuvers its army in position, it is time to leave town. They should flee its presence to safe zone in time (Matt. 24: 15-21; Lk. 21: 19-23).
- The nations that would come under its control will languish under its misrule (Dan. 7:23, 8:24, Zech. 11: 15-17).
- Its will self-destruct as it retreats to its homeland. Its demise will be regarded as Divine judgment rather than man’s overcoming it (Dan. 8:25, 11: 18-19).
Based on the foregoing profile, among modern secular ideologies and political systems, few ideologies come closer to fulfilling the profile of the ‘little horn’ as much as atheistic Communism (Marxism-Leninism) does. It is this ideology, more than any other political/ ideological offshoot of the Enlightenment period, which better fits the picture we have drawn above as the profile of the ‘little horn’. For example, as history books testify, the revolutionary Communist (Marxism-Leninism) has given rise to despotic totalitarian regimes, to be led by a ruthless leader and party. In all places it has taken political power, it has overthrown the old custom of the people, and tried to replace it with a culture of its own creation. It has shown itself openly as anti-God and anti-religion force, unleashing widespread persecution of the faithful. It has believed and practiced in military buildup, became bellicose and expansionary in its attempt at world domination.
A digression: The "other" little horn
However, there is also another kindred anti-God force of the last days, which we must consider here. The second anti-God ideology, like Communism, also drew its ideological inspiration from philosophers whose stock is in the Enlightenment and from some other dubious philosophical and anthropological works of the 20th on race theory. This second ideology, like Communism again, was a political messianic movement whose goal was the setting up of a secular utopia, for its race. But it, like Communism, proved to be the cause of massive destruction to the world, and a source of untold persecution and suffering to the people of God.
The second political system, which we consider here was also openly anti-God. It also had a leader of fierce countenance, an evil genius at the helm. This man, also like Communist leaders, was able to make a lie to prosper in his hands and deceive many from the faith.
This second ideology and political system we consider here, as the other manifestation of the last days ‘little horn’… is none other than the German Nazism of WWII. We have to consider Nazism here for the sole reason that it under Hitler showed itself a sworn enemy of God’s people, murdering some 6 million Jews in the most gruesome manner.
We will discuss Nazism before Communism to show how Nazism also fulfilled the prophecy about the Antichrist and the abomination of desolation. However, Communism will still remain for us the main focus of attention, as it is the better fit of the two anti-God ideologies to the prophecy about the endtimes ‘little horn.’ But before, we discuss any of them in their historical career first we have to digress for a while to determine the true identity of the sanctuary/ temple, which the Bible says would be profaned by the Antichrist. It is only after such digression that we can be establishing the true meaning of the sign of the abomination of desolation, which profanes the temple of God.
God’s Sanctuary Profaned
According to Daniel (8:10-13, 23-27), the ‘little horn’ will become progressively more arrogant and hostile to God. Eventually, it will unleash violent persecution against God’s people, and as the result, God’s sanctuary will experience a horrendous desecration and desolation.
And it (i.e. the little horn) grew up to the host of heaven; and it cast down some of the host
and some of the stars to the ground, and trampled them. He even exalted himself as high as the Prince of the host; and by him the daily sacrifices were taken away, and the place of His sanctuary was cast down. Because of transgression, an army was given over to the horn to oppose the daily sacrifices; and he cast truth down to the ground. He did all this and prospered. Then I heard a holy one speaking; and another holy one said to that certain one who was speaking, "How long will the vision be, concerning the daily sacrifices and the transgression of desolation, the giving of both the sanctuary and the host to be trampled underfoot?" (Dan. 8: 10-13).
But what is the nature and identity of the sanctuary of God that would be profaned in the last days? Is it the Temple in Jerusalem; or some church building; or as some say, the body of believers, which the Bible also considers as the temple of God? Which of these sanctuaries of God is the one to be profaned by the Antichrist? Which of these possible meanings of sanctuary/ temple meant by God - in the ultimate sense - as the sanctuary of God?
It can be recalled that the commonly accepted schools of interpretations on endtimes Bible prophecy, nearly all associate the sanctuary to be desecrated with the Jewish Temple in Jerusalem. Only one fringe interpretation school considers the body of believers (churches) to be the sanctuary of endtimes prophecy. However, even this interpretation gives little room to consider an evil political power, which the Bible says, will arise in the last days to cause fearful destruction to the land and to the people belonging to God. Hence, this interpretation school clearly overlooks the warning given about the intense persecution the political ‘little horn’ will unleash against God’s people (cf. Dan. 8: 23-27). Did not Jesus warn that God’s people should not waste time, but flee as they see the ‘abomination of desolation’, because unparalleled atrocities and sufferings would follow? So we cannot deny the fact that the Antichrist would be a secular political power opposed to God’s people, to cause them physical harm and destruction.
At this point, it obliges us to establish whether it is a physical structure or building (temple/ church), which is referred to by Daniel as the ultimate sanctuary of God which will be profaned and left desolate by the Antichrist, or else if it is the mystical/ figurative temple, that is the people of God themselves, who would suffer untold atrocities at the hands of their secular enemies. For many endtimes prophecy students, the temple/ sanctuary of God is the physical place where God’s people gather for worship, whether be it the Temple in Jerusalem, or the synagogues or the church buildings. But even in the true sense of the word even these structures derive their sanctity only because the people of God meet there to worship God. There is a good Scriptural reason to consider the people of God themselves as the ultimate and true sanctuaries of God, where God’s primary concern lies. Therefore, it is God’s people, either in the collective or in the individual sense that should be considered as the ultimate sanctuary of God. Such an understanding of the believer(s) as the ultimate sanctuary where God takes up His residence and His worship occurs continually. Such a conception is not only in the Old Testament implicitly but also in the New Testament openly.
Thus says the LORD: "Heaven is my throne and the earth is my footstool; what is the house which you would build for me, and what is the place of my rest? All these things my hand has made, and so all these things are mine, says the LORD. But this is the man to whom I will look, he that is humble and contrite in spirit, and trembles at my word. (Is. 66:1-2 RSV).
"But it was Solomon who built a house for him. Yet the Most High does not dwell in houses made with hands; as the prophet says, 'Heaven is my throne, and earth my footstool. What house will you build for me, says the Lord, or what is the place of my rest? Did not my hand make all these things?' (Act. 7:47-50 RSV).
Do you not know that you are God's temple and that God's Spirit dwells in you?
If anyone destroys God's temple, God will destroy him. For God's temple is holy, and that temple you are. (1 Cor. 3: 16-17, RSV).
The Jews then said to him, ‘What sign have you to show us for doing this?’ Jesus answered them, ‘Destroy this temple, and in three days I will raise it up.’ The Jews then said, ‘It has taken forty-six years to build this temple, and will you raise it up in three days?’ But he spoke of the temple of his body. (Jn. 2: 18-21 RSV)
Hence, when we talk about the temple/ sanctuary of God hereafter it will be primarily in the sense of God’s people and remotely in terms of a physical place or structure. In this case, then the focus of the desecration and desolation of the sanctuary will be acts of cruelty (horror) committed against the people of God by the anti-God secular power.
At the end of their rule, when the transgressions have reached their full measure, a king of bold countenance shall arise, skilled in intrigue. He shall grow strong in power, shall cause fearful destruction, and shall succeed in what he does. He shall destroy the powerful and the people of the holy ones. By his cunning he shall make deceit prosper under his hand, and in his own mind he shall be great. Without warning he shall destroy many and shall even rise up against the Prince of princes. But he shall be broken, and not by human hands. The vision of the evenings and the mornings that has been told is true. As for you, seal up the vision, for it refers to many days from now.” (Dan. 8: 23-26)
According to this word, in the last days would rise a cruel autocrat, a dictator, who would be a master of intrigue and conspiracy work. This secular power would amass much political power in its hands, and then unleash an act that would astonish and unprecedented in its destructive scale.
The secular power, which would arise in the endtimes, would mislead many through its demagogy, making many to believe the Lie for the truth. It would be able to accomplish feats of endeavor. It would be pretentious in its claims and be impious in its behavior towards God. It would kill many of those who belong to God. God’s people would be openly marked for persecution and destruction.
As we consider the sanctuary of God that would be profaned by the ‘little horn’ principally as God’s people, and not as a physical place like the Temple, synagogue or church. Then the desecration of the ‘temple’ would become the gross violation of human dignity that God’s people will suffer at the hands of the God-haters. Their desolation is then the destruction of their livelihood and even their life. Hence, the endtimes manifestation of Abomination of Desolation is mainly the wanton and barbaric act committed against the true temple of God, which are His people.
The Rise of the Last days ‘Little Horn’
Next let us historically instantiate the ‘little horn’, which we have already profiled above. As stated earlier, in its historic form, the ‘little horn’ would be a godless and authoritarian political system. Among many evil deeds, it will humiliate and destroy the temple of God (His people) in the most horrific manner. Before this could happen, first a spiritual vacuum has to emerge in the people heart so that the general condition for the emergence such a godless and ruthless force to ripe. What Johnson describes in the following lines provides us with an apt description of the condition which led to the rise of ruthless and godless political systems in modern times. The place he describes is Europe, the times, the 1920s.
The greatest event of recent times – that “God is dead”, that the belief in the Christian God is
no longer tenable – is beginning to cast its first shadows over Europe.’ Among the advanced
races, the decline and ultimately the collapse of the religious impulse would leave a huge
vacuum. The history of modern times is in great part the history of how that vacuum had
been filled. Nietzsche rightly perceived that the most likely candidate would be what he
called the ‘Will to Power’, … In place of religious belief, there would be secular ideology.
Those who had once filled the ranks of the totalitarian clergy would become totalitarian
politicians. And, above all, the Will to Power would produce a new kind of messiah,
uninhibited by any religious sanctions whatever, and with an unappeasable appetite for
controlling mankind. The end of the old order, with an unguided world adrift in a relativistic
universe, was a summons to such gangster-statesmen to emerge. They were not slow the
make their appearance… [Europe] was in fact embarking on two decades of unprecedented
ferocity and desolation – moral relativism in monstrous incarnation.”
In this regard, it will be two modern day ruthless and godless systems - Nazism and Communism that we will single out for special scrutiny. First we will consider the Nazis with their unparalleled persecution and murder of the ancient people of God – the Jews. Later, we will look at Communism, in its vicious anti-God career and pseudo-messiah utopia. 
Here we consider the plight of the Jews’ for a major prophetic-symbolic reason as well. What we find out about them - the Holocaust and how subsequently that led to the setting up of the state of Israel will have for us an immense symbolic relevance, which we will consider later. 
In the political and economic uncertainties in post-WWI Germany, Hitler emerged from total political obscurity to set up his Nazi party. In the late 1920s, Hitler ‘established himself as a brilliant and innovatory speaker, a hard-working party organizer and an authoritarian leader of terrifying will-power.’ Those who gathered around him also believed in the necessity of a strong leader, a totalitarian state, and racial purity and world leadership for the German people. To this end Hitler and his henchmen conspired and maneuvered themselves to power. Though they apparently came to power through constitutional means, once they got the power they clung to it in the most unconstitutional manner. The Nazis in power proved to be the lawless ones par excellence. They ruled by decrees rather than by constitutional laws. What the Fuehrer willed, it was the law of the moment. It was the devils that have assumed state power.
Through their skill in organizing and controlling social life, authoritarian rule, and Hitler’s irresistible demagogy, the Nazis were able to impose order, security and industrial efficiency in Germany unseen over the previous two or three decades. The rapid rearmament policy the Nazis followed accompanied by suppression of workers unions, allowed Germany to experience economic boom under the Nazis. This did not fail to make positive impression on many Germans. To many, therefore, Hitler appeared as a miracle worker, working order out of chaos, and bringing optimism out of the national malice. His popularity was not low by any means. The Deception latter to come in the open, for the moment was taking root in the hearts of the German people - that Hitler had the Answer and provides the Solution. But soon the consequences of endorsing the Nazis were to be made apparent to all.
The Nazi party under Hitler was a highly disciplined, methodical, and ruthless organization. The Nazis set up a police state, and they ruled through fear and total allegiance to the State. Their main ideology was racial purity of the German race. They taught that a purified German race is historically destined to rule the whole world. To that end the German nation, had to be cleansed from what the Nazis considered ‘polluting’ racial elements and people of inferior quality. So the Nazis set the stage to make human sacrifices to the ideology they preached. It happened that it was mainly the Jews and the Slavs who carried the brunt of Nazi hatred and became the major victims of Nazi extermination plans. The Jews were condemned to die, while the Slavs were mainly intended to become the slave-labor class for the Teutonic master race.
True that, Jews have known much hatred and persecution nearly in every nation they were dispersed since the Roman days. However, what they experienced at the hands of the Nazis was unparalleled in its cruelty and magnitude. For Hitler to realize his millennial Third Reich dream, solving ‘the Jewish Problem’ was a centerpiece of his ideology.
The ‘Jewish problem’ was central to his (Hitler’s) whole view of history, political philosophy and program of action.
In the years they were in power, Hitler and his henchmen murdered some six million of Jews in the most gruesome manner. Hitler’s race idea was clearly satanic, and its implementation most horrific. “At Auschwitz, where 2 million were murdered, the process was run like a large scale industrial operation.” Hitler in all his arrogance opened his mouth and uttered obscenities against Jews and their God. His hatred of Jewry and their religion was impeccable, and he mobilized all his power and resources to the total annihilation of the ancient people of God.
Through the sweeping police actions of the ruthless secret service and the army, the Nazi regime herded Jews inside from Germany itself and from many other European lands and sent them to the concentration camps. In these camps, Jews were worked to death, were starved. Many were sent to science and medical laboratories where they were experimented with as human guinea pigs. Millions of them were murdered in the Nazi gas chambers.
…There were no rest periods and anyone leaving his zone was shot, ‘attempting to escape.’ There were floggings every day and ‘several hangings a week.’ Potato-turnip soup was served at midday, a piece of bread in the evening. Fritz Saukel, head of the slave-labour system, had laid down: ‘All the inmates must be fed, sheltered and treated in such a way as to exploit them to the fullest possible extent, at the lowest conceivable degree of expenditure.’
“Then they would feel the gas and crowd together away from the menacing columns and finally stampeded towards the huge metal door with its little window. Where they piled in one blue clammy blood-spattered pyramid, clawing and mauling at each other even in death. Twenty-five minutes later the ‘exhauster’ electric pumps removed the gas-laden air, the great metal door slid open, and the men of the Jewish Sonderkommando entered, wearing gas-masks and gumboots and carrying hoses, for their first task was to remove the blood…before dragging the clawing dead apart with nooses and hooks, the prelude to the ghastly search for gold and the removal of the teeth and hair which were regarded by the Germans as strategic materials. Then the journey by lift or rail-waggon to the furnaces, the mill that ground the clinker to fine ash, and the lorry that scattered the ashes in the stream of the Sola.”
Thus was humiliated, desecrated and destroyed the sanctuary of God, His own people – the Jew. Hitler and his race ideology was that abomination which left God’s people desecrated in the most horrifying manner. Only a few of the European Jews who were wise enough to discern the devil in Hitler and his sinister plans for the Jews were able to flee the looming menace in time, to flee to safety to other countries (cf. Matt. 24: 15- 20).
The ferocity and the scale with which the Nazi regime destroyed know little parallel in the history of man.
The Third Reich…lasted twelve years and four months, but in that flicker of time, as history goes, it caused an eruption on this earth more violent and shattering than any previously experienced, raising German people to heights of power they had not known in more than a millennium, making them at one time the masters of Europe from the Atlantic to the Volga, from the North Cape to the Mediterranean, the end of a world war which their nation had cold-bloodedly provoked and during which it instituted a reign of terror over the conquered peoples which, in its calculated butchery of human life and the human spirit, out-did all the savage oppressions of the previous ages.
The founder and leader of the Nazi party and regime, Adolph Hitler, carried many of the hallmarks of the Antichrist listed above. He was charismatic but deceptive, intelligent but an evil-genius. He was with a cruel heart with infinite capacity to hate and destroy on a mass scale.
The man who founded the Third Reich, who ruled it ruthlessly and often with uncommon shrewdness, who led it to such dizzy heights and to such a sorry end, was a person of undoubted, if evil, genius. It is true that he found in the German people, as a mysterious Providence and centuries of experience had molded them up to that time, a natural instrument which he was able to shape to his own sinister ends. But without Adolph Hitler, who was possessed of a demonic personality, a granite will, uncanny instincts, a cold ruthlessness, a remarkable intellect, a soaring imagination and – until toward the end- an amazing capacity to size up people and situations, there almost certainly would never have been a Third Reich.
Even what Daniel (Dan 11: 37) alludes to the low-key sexuality of the Antichrist; even this is not lost from the description of Hitler given by some historians. Klein noted,
A man who from very humble beginnings had transformed himself into a demagogue, a man who, as several historians have noted, was much admired by women. Yet, although many theories have been put forward regarding Hitler’s sexual life, whether or not he was impotent for instance, or whether he suffered from syphilis, the truth is that very little is known other than that he had close relations with his niece… and later in life with a woman called Eva Braun.
In Hitler the world saw an abomination that made desolate; he authored the Transgression, which unleashed an awful horror human history ever witnessed. Nazism was evil incarnate, its destructive power energized by the devil. Hitler made the Lie of racial superiority to prosper in his hands, and many were deceived by the Lie and became his agents of desolation.
Next we will consider revolutionary Communism (Marxism-Leninism) the primary manifestation of the ‘little horn’ and the abomination of desolation. In the following paragraphs we will expound the features of Communism in order to see what a close parallel exists between it and the profile of the little horn provided above.
Communism has its origins in the rational and secular worldview set loose by the Enlightenment. As acknowledged by its proponents, Marx’s communist ideology drew much inspiration from 18th and 19th C. British political economy, French and English utopian socialist ideas, and the dialectical and evolutionary works of F. Hegel and C. Darwin. Revolutionary Communism, more than any other offshoot of the secular-humanist camp, was the most radical and materialistic in its propositions. It openly and actively rejected traditional institutions and customary values, and called for the total and complete overthrow of the old order. Marxists worked for their political ideal - the establishment of a completely new social, political and economic order organized around an autocratic socialist party and state. Most often, their methods to achieve their goals were conspiratorial, violent and ruthless.
For example, as Johnson observed about Stalin, the former ruler of the Soviet Union, Stalin was running a Cultural Revolution, an attempt to change the fundamental human attitudes over the whole range of knowledge by the use of naked police power.
Marxism in its conception of history and the origins of the universe was purely materialistic; it has no room for God in the origin of the universe and the affairs of men. For example, the German 19th C. philosopher, Ludwig Feuerbach who strongly influenced Marx with his atheism was, “an early and prominent atheist, who denied all supernaturalism and attributed all talk about God to talk about nature. Man, he said, is not dependent on God but on nature.” The origin of the idea of God and the practice of religion was attributed to the fear man had of the natural forces in his primitive days. Therefore, the idea of God and faith in Him will no longer be necessary once man is able to comprehend the workings of nature. Hence, Marxists reject the idea of God totally as relic of the lower stages of historical development of mankind. Instead they deify the rational, scientific man. Man can liberate himself from all the forces, which hinder it from attaining his perfectibility.
The founders of revolutionary Communism assiduously wrote and agitated against any form of religious belief as an unnecessary relic of man’s undeveloped state. For example, Karl Marx noted that religion is the opiate of the masses and a drag on progress, and, hence, one of the primary tasks of the working class when it comes to power would be to destroy all religion. Similarly, Lenin expressed his hatred of the church in the most venomous terms. He considered priests as gendarmes in cassocks. According to Johnson, Lenin’s idea on religion was pure atheism,
Religion was important to him, in the sense that he hated it. Unlike Marx who despised it and treated it as marginal, Lenin saw it as a powerful and ubiquitous enemy… he had an intense personal dislike for anything religious… From the start, the state he created set up and maintains to this day an enormous academic propaganda machine against religion. He was not just anticlerical like Stalin, who disliked priests because they were corrupt. On the contrary, Lenin had no real feelings about corrupt priests, because they were easily beaten. The men he really feared and hated, and later persecuted, were the saints.
It was such hatred and rejection of the Divine which took the form of most dangerous policy measures once the Communists started to take state power beginning in 1917 with Russia. As history showed, the Communist totalitarian party and state proved highly inimical and destructive to the organization and mission of the church, as well as to the survival of the individual believer. The Communists attempt to wipe out the idea of God and the practice of religion, cost the church and the faithful much in the form of martyrdom, long and short term imprisonment, exile and material sacrifice, etc. Communists’ general attempt to set up a secular utopia led them to engage on massive scale social engineering and brutal suppression of all whom they considered opponents. The church and the faithful of other religions fell victim to the grandiose Communist attempt to make the ‘New Man’, which will overcome all natural forces and usher the endless era of bliss.
The communist party is projected as the incarnation of the infallible word of Marxism-Leninism, which everyone has to follow without any deviation. For example, in the words of V. Lenin, Marxism has a status like that of the Bible among the faithful.
From the philosophy of Marxism … cast as one piece of steel, it impossible to expunge a single basic premise, a single essential part, without deviating from objective truth… [And] Orthodox Marxism requires no revision of any kind either in the field of philosophy, in its theory of political economy, or its theory of historical development.
The whole assertion of Marxist theoreticians has therefore been: If the teachings of Marxism-Leninism were strictly followed in statecraft, inevitably would follow the Perfect Society. It was claimed, unlike other social philosophies, that Marxism-Leninism was scientific, therefore, able to provide the Solution to the varied problems of humanity. One need only to follow it thoroughly and apply is wholeheartedly to see its good results.
Since Marxists believed in the inherent goodness and infinite capacity of mankind, they believed in the perfectibility of man. They placed much faith in the assertion of Darwinian evolutionary and Hegelian dialectical laws to believe that mankind was on a course of progress to achieve a higher order of existence. To achieve his Perfect State, man did not need the help of the supernatural. As Schaeffer observed such view of mankind contradicted the fallen nature of man.
The Perfectibility of Man was the basis of much of the Enlightenment and of the French Revolution. Theoretically it was a basis of the Marxist-Lenin revolution in Russia. [However] Each place this concept of the Perfectibility of Man has been acted on it has led to tragedy, to political chains, and to the loss of humanness.
Marxist taught that Communism could usher in a secular utopia, a classless, secure and prosperous society, which would know no end. This assertion placed a direct challenge to the Christian millennial worldview. Projecting their vision of a secular perfect world, the Communists confronted humanity with a stark choice. The choice had to be made between them, the secular messiahs, or the Christian Messiah, Jesus Christ.
Marxism, which provides remarkable evidence of the power of dominant key ideas to inspire and direct man, is undoubtedly one of the greatest challenges to traditional religious belief… the thinking of Marx had religious overtones, whether from his own Jewish background or from a Christian atmosphere…Marxism can be called a quasi-religion insofar as it calls from its followers a devotion and a commitment that is in their empirical character resemble commitment and devotion that characterize religious people...Furthermore, like a religion, it has provided themes of fulfillment and hope – a revolution interpreted as the initiation of a Communist world society that would be a final consummation. There are many logical similarities between the doctrine of the Marxist millennium and the Christian doctrine of Christ’s Second Coming. 
It should not come as surprise that many were deceived to by the words and deeds of the Communists to believe that the Communist system was the promised Kingdom of God come in a secular form. Therefore, as one Christian philosopher put it, Communism has been a Christian heresy.
The sad fact, however, was this - under Communism the heart of man that was intended at creation to worship only God and to be His sanctuary now was forced to enthrone Man as god, the man-made Communist ideology as savior. To achieve this goal, Communists by terror and persecution, propaganda and economic blackmail, induced people to reject God and embrace dialectical materialism as the liberating Truth. Thus God was exiled from the hearts of many.
Hence, millions were seduced and compelled to believe the Lie that man is his own god and can save himself. The Lie uttered at the fall of man in the Garden of Eden – ‘You shall be like God’, came closest to its fulfillment through the ideology of Communism. Because, Communism, more than any other ideology has had a very well-thought out atheistic philosophy and attempted for several decades to set up a worldwide Millennial–like Utopia on earth, it more the Nazi ideology comes closer to fulfill the prophecy about the Antichrist.
If the decline of Christianity created the modern political zealot – and his crimes – so the evaporation of religious faith among the educated left a vacuum in the minds of Western intellectuals easily filled by secular superstition. There is no other explanation for the credulity with which scientists accustomed to evaluating evidence, and writers, whose whole function is to study and criticize society, accepted the crudest Stalinist propaganda at its face value. They needed to believe; they wanted to be duped.
If Nazism was a political utopian ideology, a secular messianic aberration based on race theory, Marxism, on the other hand, was an ideology of the zealots based on class warfare. According to Communists, in order the Perfect Society to emerge, first society has to be broken up through class warfare, and only later it could be made up again according to the Marxism-Leninism blue print. Therefore, old social relations have first to be smashed ruthlessly, the propitiated classes should be dispossessed mercilessly, and the toiling masses have to be empowered economically and politically with little delay. Only class-based revolutionary struggle led by the Communist party would start and then complete the liberation of the masses from oppressing natural and exploiting social forces.
Based on the above theoretical framework, everywhere Communists assumed political power, beginning with the Russian Revolution in 1917, assumed absolute power to organize, direct and control every aspect of social life. Individuals’ rights were suppressed in the name of the common good. Therefore, individual’s right did not count much under Communism, only the so-called interests of the masses, as defined by the Communist elite. Any disobedience and deviation from the Party dogma and rules, was considered treason to the party and state and was suppressed with outmost severity. Society had to render absolute allegiance to the Communist state. Acknowledging any other power, like Jesus Christ, for example, as source of truth and guidance in the life of the people, amounted to treason and anti-revolutionary activity.
Under Communism the state was elevated to a god-like status. It was the most centralized State, overseeing every aspect of life in society. Its orders have to be obeyed at any cost and to the State every allegiance belonged. In such a state, Marxist ideology was defied as the objective and infallible truth. The Communist party leaders were seen as the owners of revealed truth, with power to lead the people to total redemption.
Consequently, any allegiance to God or any other customary authority was considered criminal offence in the Communist lands. This inevitably led to conflict between the true believers and the Communist rulers. To true Christians who could only acknowledge Jesus as Lord, the new communist Caesars could not be worshipped and obeyed as Lord without compromising ones faith. As Schaeffer observed in this regard,
The humanist worldview eventually leads in the worship of the state, where the states substitutes God as the solution of every societal ill. This is because humanists, having no god, must put something at the center, and it is inevitably society, government, or the state.
The early church carried out their civil disobedience in the only way available to them. They came to the clear issue of worshiping Caesar or not, and rebelled in refusing to do so, though they knew the cost. It seems to me that in most the Iron Curtain countries the Christians are in about the same position as the early church. They are not in a position to change the system because of their low numbers, because as Christians they are systematically shut out of places of influence, and because of the iron control. Thus they must resist, in the manner the early church did, when they were commanded to disobey God…if apprehended, paying the price [meant] being sent to the labor camps in Siberia, which at times still means certain death, and certainly great suffering. The labor camps take the place of the lions.
Under Communism, as under Nazism, the people belonged to the state and not the other way round. Hence, the people were dealt with in every manner in order to make the state ideology a success.
But what has been the legacy of Communism - this secular messiah, the pseudo-Christ - over the 70 or more years of its existence? Did it bring to its subjects any spiritual liberty and material bounty, as promised? Was peace, prosperity and bliss its legacy? Is that what its records show?
In the name ideology and economic policy, millions of citizens were killed, interned in prisons, or exiled in Communist lands. As their records show, Communists have been heartless and barbaric to the extent of exterminating and persecuting the populace to fit their ideological ends. For example, in the 1930s under Stalin’s campaign to collective Soviet agriculture, it is believed that some 10 million rural dwellers and others had perished.
During these years something like 10 percent of Russia’s population passed through Stalin’s penitential machinery…Churches, hotels, even bathhouses and stables were turned into gaols; and dozens of new ones built. Within these establishments, torture was used on a scale, which even the Nazis were later to find difficult to match. Men and women were mutilated, eyes gouged out, eardrums perforated; they were encased in ‘nail boxes’ and other fiendish devices. Victims were often tortured in front of their families… In 1942-45, there were many more Soviet camps, most of them larger than the Nazi ones, and containing many more people… Most of the camps, however, served a definite economic purpose…Lenin and later Stalin built up the world’s second-largest gold industry and huge gold reserves, on the backs of men working a sixteen-hour day, with no rest days, wearing rags, sleeping often in torn tents, with temperature down to sixty degrees below zero, and pitifully with small quantities of food.
Another major country, which came under the influence of Communism next to Russia, was China. In China Communists took power in 1949. The Chinese Communist leader, Mao tse-Tung indulged in social engineering and politically motivate terror campaigns with consequences not less than that of Stalin in Soviet Russia. For example, Mao’s Great Leap Forward, his attempt to transform Chinese agriculture into a commune system, had a high human cost. It led to man-made famine, which killed some 40 million Chinese. Mao’s rule was a ruthless and autocratic as much as Stalin’s was. Wholesale killings of political opponents, consigning intellectuals and dissidents to labor camps, persecuting and controlling the churches have been a common occurrence in Communist China. Regarding the policy, which the Chinese Communist followed in relation to the churches, what Aikman notes here is quite revealing.
On coming to power, therefore, what the [Chinese] Communists needed to accomplish in relation to China’s Christian population was twofold challenge.. First, they needed to intimidate into total compliance or cow into silence any prominent Catholic or Protestant Christians leaders who opposed the new regime. Any center of impendent civic leadership, and hence potential political opposition, could not be permitted to survive beneath the new mandate. Second, to avoid totally alienating the entire mass of Christian believers in China while they were still consolidating their power, the Communists needed to co-opt a large portion of the clergy. These were not to be just passive supporters to the new regime, but active enthusiasts…the Communists had planned the infiltration and control of Protestant Christian churches carefully and thoroughly. . It was during this period of mass reeducation all over China that the terms ‘thought reform’ and ‘brainwashing’ first acquired wide currency. The large majority of Protestant clergy in China went with the process. The price for resistance ranged from public denunciation, arrest, imprisonment, and possibly execution.
Aikman ably chronicles what Chinese church leaders had to pay for standing firm for Jesus Christ and rejecting Mao’s secular Utopia propaganda. Many Church leaders and priests were shot to death for so-called counter-revolutionary activity. Many others were sent to labor camps as long as 20 years where they labored under harsh conditions. Police torture and surveillance of churches is still a common occurrence in China today.
Believers faced similar persecution in countries where Communists took power. In former East European Communist block counties, China, North Korea, Vietnam, Cambodia, Laos, Cuba, Ethiopia, Christians churches were closed, and believers suffered martyred at the hands of Communists.,  What took place in Cambodia at the hands of Communist in the mid-1970s was horrifying.
The Communist elites, which seized power by force all over Indo-China in April 1975 immediately, embarked on nationwide programs of social engineering, with grave consequences to the population. The models and inspirations were Stalin’s collectivization of the peasants and China’s Mao rural communes. But it was in Cambodia, where the worst atrocities against humanity took place. The most horrifying atrocities against the people were justified in the name of total social revolution, where everything from the past was anathema and had to be destroyed. At the hands of the ruling party, the Khmer Rouge, mass terror was the chosen weapon to hasten history, and realize the envisioned Communist Utopia without delay. Millions of members of so-called parasite classes, undesirable elements and counter-revolutionaries died under the social engineering policies of the Khmer Rouge. Most died while attempting to flee the Khmer devils, got executed by the Communist, or died under the harsh conditions of the rural villages to which they were forced to live after driven out of the cities and towns.
About 100,00 Cambodians were executed, 20,000 died trying to flee, 400, 000 died in the forced exodus from the towns, a further 430, 000 died in the camps and ‘villages’ before 1975, and a 250,000 more in 1976. Hence between April 1975 and the beginning of 1977, the Marxist-Leninist ideologues ended the lives of 1,200,000 people, a fifth of the population.
The Khmer Communists like their predecessors, Lenin, Stalin and Mao, were heartless ideologues. The human person was an expendable sacrifice on the altar of Ideology. They were prepared to commit mass scale atrocities in the name of ideology.
Like Lenin, they were pure intellectuals. They epitomized the great destructive force of the twentieth century: the religious fanatic reincarnated as professional politician. What they did illustrate the ultimate heartlessness of ideas.
Communists believe in strong military and police power to impose and control their autocratic rule. This has to be done to use their parlance to protect the dictatorship of the proletariat from internal and external counter-revolutionary forces. So everywhere, Marxist-Leninist parties, inevitably a large-sized ‘people’s army’ characterized each state. The first and leading Communist country, Soviet Russia for long time maintained one of the largest armies of the world and it became one the largest arms producer of the century. It was mainly Russian armament, which was exported to other communist nations to bolster their dictatorial grips on their own citizens. Most of the former and present day communist nations have had the highest per capita number of soldiers and defense expenditures.
The virtual strength the Red Army demonstrated in WWII in defeating the Nazis was soon used to occupy many East European countries under the Soviet orbit as satellite communist nations. Soviet Russia exercised influence in Communist China’s policy until the early 1960s, and was the undisputed controlling force in other Communist oriented countries of the region. Soviet expansionism in Asia, the Middle East, and Africa and to some extent Latin America was quite marked. Among other factors, it was helped by the winds of change that were sweeping the developing world in the post-WW II years. Soviet influence and expansionism was carried out in the guise of supporting national liberation struggles and in the name of assisting developing nations to pursue independent economic and political policies from their former colonial powers. In many developing countries the Soviets supported left wing movements and armed revolutionary insurgencies; engineered coups to bring Communists to power; propped up unpopular socialist governments with massive economic and military aid; and even at times launched direct military invasions in support of their client regimes, etc.
However, according to Daniel Chapter 11, the pretensions of the ‘little horn’, in our case, that of Soviet Russia’s expansion and world domination will not go unchallenged. Another secular world power will strongly challenge its posturing. Particularly in its latter stages, the Antichrist’s empire would encounter a stronger challenge, which would leave it exposed for its true nature. The charges it used to hurl on others would return back on it; and it would be made to retreat back to its own homeland (Dan. 11: 18-19). As winds of change sweep against it from various directions, it would try to save its empire, but that would be too late. Once retired and confined to its provinces, it would stumble (make false steps), and as the result meet its demise never to rise up again (Dan 11: 44-45). 
Given the scripture-based composite profile developed for the last days Antichrist, only two ideological movements, namely Nazism and Communism fit the billing. Moreover, because of some specific details, communism more than Nazism comes closer to fulfill the prophetic descriptions. The best way to understand the sanctuary to defiled by the actions of the Antichrist is none but God's people, where each the person (i.e., body) is the true (mystical) sanctuary God dwells in by His Spirit. Primarily Jews in the case of the Nazis and Christians in the case of Communism make the respective of sanctuaries of God ravaged by the actions of this anti-God godless ideologies. The abomination of desolation that profanes the temple of God is understood as the godless ideologies of these systems, or the personal cults of the totalitarian leaders which every one is asked to worship. Refusal to give such acknowledgment on the part of God's people leads to a sacrilege, namely the destruction or abuse of their bodies in the form persecution that includes execution, torture, imprisonment, and starvation.
There is no other better way to end the discussion on the desecration and desolation of the human person at the hands of 20th C godless ideologies than to look at the reflections of the present Pope, John Paul II. The Pope is one of the few persons of who has witnessed the emptiness and horrors of both Nazi and Communist ideologies. The Pope is also unique in the sense that he as a Christian scholar devoted himself to the metaphysical study of the plight of the PERSON. His deep reflection on the degradation and pulverization of man’s fundamental uniqueness at the hands of modern day godless ideologies is unprecedented. What Naugel notes below about the Pope is quite noteworthy in light of what has been said in this article about the Antichrist and the abomination of desolation.
[The Pope] witnessed first hand the devastating consequences of various humanistic ideologies which promised a utopian dream but delivered a cultural nightmare, stripping away the freedom and dignity of countless multitudes (emphasis added – Ed.). In due course [he] became convinced at intuitive, experiential, and philosophical levels that the fundamental crisis in the West rested squarely upon false ideas about the nature of persons... [He] was not only concerned about the devastation of those who suffered under the icy grip of the Nazi and Communist regimes, but he also recognized the disfiguring consequences of upon those held in bondage to the excess of Western individualism and selfish capitalism. Regardless of location, for [him] various political and economic systems based upon secular and atheistic assumptions led to a profound betrayal of the true nature and nobility of persons.
The Nazi atrocity against the Jew had at least one positive outcome - the setting up of the Jewish own homeland, the state of Israel in 1948. One of the mottos of the founding fathers of the re-born state of Israel was: No more again. After 2000 years of exile, persecution at the hands of Christians and gentiles, and lastly victims of unprecedented Nazi atrocities, finally God allowed the Jews to set up their own kingdom (state). This God allowed coming to pass so that the Jew will no longer be trampled under the feet of the gentiles. There is a spiritual lesson from Israel’s story. How the restoration of Israel’s kingdom (state) was preceded by the rise of the godless Nazi regime and its evil deeds, this carries a deep spiritual lesson. The story of Israel is intended to shadow the story of the Christians, how first they would suffer intensely at the hands of another 20th c. ruthless godless power. The fall of this anti-God power would be a harbinger of the rise of the Kingdom of God in the earth.
Now learn this parable from the fig tree: When its branch has already become tender and puts forth leaves, you know that summer is near. So you also, when you see all these things, know that it (he) is near--at the doors! Assuredly, I say to you, this generation will by no means pass away till all these things take place (Matt. 24: 32-34 NKJV).
 The ‘little horn’ is also commonly known as the Antichrist (2 Thes. 2: 2-12; 2 Jn 1:7) and the (Red) Beast (Rev. 13).
 Some of the cult leaders who claimed the title of Messiah include such figures as the Americans Charles Mason, Rev. Jim Jones and David Koresh, the Korean Rev. Moon, and the Japanese Asahara Shokou. For one aspect of a discussion on this subject, see David Gorenberg’s book, The End of Days .
 Hence, as we have seen earlier, it will be an offshoot of one of the major branches of the Enlightenment Movement. It means that it will be part of the secular-humanist movement, which would dominate the Western mindset beginning the 17th C.
 For the intellectual roots of Nazism, see William L. Shirer, The Rise and Fall of the Third Reich (New York: Touchstone, 1990), pp. 97-113. Shirer traces the origins of German (Aryan) racial superiority and the theory of the Superman, which led to the megalomaniac deeds of the Nazis, to the works of the following major philosophers and writers: the Germans, Fichte, Hegel, Treitschke, Nietzsche, R. Wagner, as well as the lesser lights of the Frenchman, Gobineau and the Englishman, Chamberlain.
 Though Hitler did kill many Christians for their faith, those whom he killed for their religious identity by far a larger number were Jews.
 Stephen in his last sermon, which led to his martyrdom, brings out this idea most. He argued with the Jewish religious leaders that God’s ultimate temple is the human body (the believer’s heart) and not the Jerusalem Temple (acts 7: 44-50). To support his point he quoted 1 Kgs. 8:27 and Is. 66: 1-2. The apostle also quite underlies the fact the believers are collectively and individually constitute the ultimate temple of God (1 Cor. 3: 16-17, 6: 19-20; 2 Cor. 6: 16-18; Eph. 2: 21-22). Paul by quoting Lev. 26:12 to support his interpretation clearly indicated that its was Israel the nation which was collectively the true abode of God and not necessarily the tabernacle or the temple she had. Jesus also referred to His body as the temple (cf. Jn. 2:19-21). Jesus words in Jn. 14: 23 give some indication on the ultimate meaning of the human body as the temple of God.
 One can include all other classes of people who as well who refuse to submit to the dictates of the impious secular power, and hence suffer similar fate as does the people of God. Humanity, in the general sense, it can be argued that, is the bearer of the image of God and His potential temple.
 The perpetrators of this indignity against the people of God are ‘despised powers’ - educated barbarians (‘Greeks’). The designation, ‘little horn’ implies as much the inferior quality or the low estimation given to such intellectuals by God, as anything else (Dan 11:21). See also Ps. 119: 141 to see that the word ‘little’ implies contemptible, despised.
 Paul Johnson, Modern Times, (New York: Perennial, 1991), p. 48, 261
 Israel and the Church are the two ecclesia of God. Both have been selected as the repository (abodes) of the oracles of God. Israel incarnates the OT, and the Church the NT. God, who is the WORD (Logos) resides and manifests Himself through a chosen people. See for example, Is. 49:3; Rom. 9: 4-5; 2 Cor. 3: 3.
 In a wider context, one can consider all human kind, irrespective of nationality, class or creed, as the ultimate and potential temple of God. In this case, any power that attempts to take the place of God in the life (heart and mind) of mankind is the false Messiah (‘little horn’). Some of the anti-God forces more than others have been quite violent in their opposition and persecution of those who resist such a usurpation.
 According to Johnson (p. 295) “By the mid-1930s Hitler was running a brutal, secure, conscienceless, and successful and, for most Germans, popular regime. The German workers, on the whole, preferred secure jobs to civil rights which had meant little to them.”
 Johnson, p. 381.
 Johnson, p. 413.
 Johnson, p. 415.
 It is said that the ‘little horn’ will suspend the morning and evening sacrifice for 2,300 days (Dan 8:13). That is for about for 6 years and 4 months. If in this case if one considers food as the required sacrifice for the upkeep of the human-body temple, then, the Nazis by starving the Jews for the duration of the Holocaust (1939-1945) fulfilled this part of Daniel’s prophesy. (NB. However, based on ones preferred calculation, if one doubles the 2300 days, one arrives at duration of about 12 years and 8 months. This gives us roughly the period the Nazis lasted in power (1933 – 1945)).
 Johnson, p. 417.
 Gerlad Reitlinger, The Final Solution (London 1953) quoted in Johnson’s Modern Times, pp. 115-116.
 William L. Shirer, The Rise and Fall of the Third Reich (New York: Touchstone, 1990), p. 5.
 Shirer, pp. 5-6.
 Shelley Klein, The Most Evil Dictators of History (New York: Barnes & Noble, 2004), pp. 60-61. Eva Braun, was quite an abandoned, love-starved mistress of Hitler, driven to suicide attempts by her loneliness (Shirer, p. 1111). One can contrast this profile of Hitler’s with his contemporary, Mussolini. Johnson (p. 96) notes that Mussolini, “Was handsome, vigorous, well-launched in a sexual career that would bring him 169 mistresses.” If all these true then, the Jew has the last laugh regarding its mortal enemy, Hitler. The Jew could see even right into the bedroom of its archenemy to describe him to such private details - 2500 years before his rise!!
 According to prophecy (Dan 11:36-39,) the Antichrist will be anti-traditionalist. The ‘little horn’ will have a clean break with the traditions and customs of the people. What it will bring into national life will be an imported god, a foreign idea, with little root in the customs and traditions of the people. The idea being foreign, then it has to be bolstered and secured with force of arms. The subject people have to pay a very stiff price to comply. Only those who conform can make a living out of the system.
 Johnson, p. 453.
 J. McDowell and D. Stewart, Handbook of Today’s Religions, (San Bernardino: Campus Crusade, 1982) p. 421.
 McDowell and Stewart, p. 421.
 Johnson, pp.50-51
 Johnson, p. 53.
 F. Schaeffer, A Christian Manifesto, (Westchester: Crossway. 1982), p. 125.
 Encyclopedia Britannica III, Macropedia, “Philosophy of Religion,” Chicago, IL: William Benton, Publisher, 1978, vol. 15, p. 598 in J. McDowell and D. Stewart, pp. 435-436.
 Johnson, p. 275.
 Schaeffer, p. 114.
 Schaeffer, pp. 122-123.
 Johnson, pp. 304-306.
 David Aikman, Jesus in Beijing (Lanham: Regenery, 2003), p. 214.
 Johnson, pp. 544-574.
 Johnson. pp. 52-54.
 Brother Andrew, God’s Smuggler (Grand Rapids: Chosen Books, 2001).
 Johnson, p. 656.
 Johnson, p. 657.
 This conforms Daniel’s words that the Antichrist will worship the god of strongholds (Dan. 11:38). In modern parlance, that he puts much faith in military buildup and use of military power.
 According to prophecy (Dan 11:18) the ‘northern power’ (Antichrist) will succeed in his expansion campaigns until it is stopped by an opposing power. In its Middle East and Africa adventures, many ME Arab countries will be spared its control; but north and northeast Africa would come under its influence (Dan. 11: 41-43).
 In this instance, the case of Hungry (1956), Czechoslovakia (1968) and that of Afghanistan (1980) can be considered as clear cut cases of direct Soviet military interventions.
 See Dan 11: 18-19, 44-45.
 David K. Naugel, Worldview: The History of A Concept (Grand Rapids: Eerdmans, 2002), pp. 39-40.
 Naugel, pp. 39-40.
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I was a long distance runner when I was in the Army. I stubbornly decided to do better on the physical fitness test than anyone - including the men. I never met the max for men, but I did leave more than my share of men in the dust in the two-mile run.
Not saying I'm proud of my attitude. I had need for speed.
I had the same attitude when it came to reading God's Word. I would buzz through the chapters in the "Do the Bible in a Year Race" thinking I was gaining spiritual fitness. I powered my way through Bible from God's Creation and to Revelation.
I would leave the room full, but not fulfilled.
At my last doctor appointment, he announced, "No more running for you."
I thought, "What? Wait! You mean I have to walk? Walking is for wimps!"
Again, not proud of my attitude.
So I walked.
I hated it at first. But, in the slowness, I began to see things from a different perspective. I experienced things on a whole new level. Colors were colorful. I saw the redness of a cardinal. I felt the sweet caress of the wind in my hair. I noticed a yellow butterfly flit from flower to flower as if taunting me with her, "Don't you wish you looked like me?"
Walking awakened in me the reality of a beautiful world.
This experience changed the way I approached Scripture. I started walking through the Scriptures. I breathed in God Word with a heart of expectation.
I wasn't gulping in the Word; it infused me. It wasn't gobbled up but savored. No guzzling. I was drinking cool, clear living water. I dug deep shovel-by-shovel until the hidden treasure surface.
This reading awakened in me the reality of God's love. He whispered Words of Wisdom in my ear and my heart slowed to the rhythm of my Master.
My spiritual senses matured. My approach was prayerful, and intentional.
I realized God was present in the reading of His Word. We walked together, talked about Abraham, Sarah and the foolishness of Lot.
I watched in amazement as Jesus showed me how He walked on the water. I tried to warn Peter to keep His eyes on Jesus moments before he falls. I saw Him take the once stormy waters and make them calm, peaceful, and safe. We laughed as we watched the bridegroom taste that water turned to wine. It was good!
I lifted my heart in praise with Psalmist and accepted Wisdom's call in Proverbs.
I can't explain it, but my times in the Word were better than ever before. His knowledge extra sturdy and I handled His correction with grace and not guilt. Now my eyes open, my ears clear, my mind uncluttered and my soul touched by the Holy.
It's my manna - enough nourishment for the day. I'm not full but fulfilled.
Sometimes I miss a step or two, stumbling in the ebb and flow of life. But I miss Him so much I have to return. I need His faithful presence like a flower needs sunshine.
I no longer feel guilty or frustrated. We start all over again. He knows me and need to know for today. It's no longer a run, but a walk. God's not disappointed in me. He walks with me and talks with me.
I trust Him.
I found the secret of the Yielded Heart. It's a beautiful thing. It's a sweet, personal and intimate. It's the race set for me. He knows the finish line.
People wonder today, "Is it possible to walk with God today?" I say, "Yes!" We take it one day at a time.
It's not so much as footprints in the sand, but footprints on the heart.
How about a walk?
My son (daughter), do not forget my teaching, but keep my commands in your heart, for they will prolong your life many years and bring prosperity. Let love and faithfulness never leave you; bind them around your neck, write them on the tablet of your heart. Then you will win favor and a good name in the sight of God and man. Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge Him and He will make your paths straights. Proverbs 3:1-6
SERMONSCHINESECONTROL OF THE TONGUE BY YE GUANGMINGACHEIVING MATURITY BY YE GUANGMING1 CORINTHIANS 13:1-13 BY JONATHAN EDWARDS IN CHINESETHE WORD OF GOD BY PASTOR DENG PSALM 119ENGLISHTHIS IS THE STONE BY ALLEN FOX ACTS 4:1-17WHY WEAKNESS IS GOD'S GIFT BY DAN BROADWATER 2 COR 12:7-10PETER'S LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT BY MIKE CHASTAIN 2 PETER 2:1-10THE GOSPEL OF STEPHEN BY KYLE BORG ACTS 6:8-15
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Four of us have been praying for and supporting each other through issues each of us have been dealing with for some time. We have each questioned why the answer or promise is so long in coming while enemy attacks are like machine gun fire. It appears now, however, that the final leg of each journey is unfolding, and as we carry that hope – expectation – we’ve seen some things.
Each of us has a different gift of the Holy Spirit and that gift has been most often used for the others in their time of need. We have discovered the best place in the middle of all this is in the will and the presence of God.
In His will is the measure of confidence that God is working all things out for our good and in the end it will have all been worth it. In His presence is perspective – we begin to see things from His point of view and the pain lessens and even disappears as long as we see it His way. It only returns when we lose focus.
The most amazing thing is tracking transformation – withstanding what we thought we just couldn’t take anymore. Watching peace bring storms and chaos to an end. Releasing people and things to God, not because we didn’t know what else to do, but because with Him is the best place for them.
Not debating God over His works, His ways or His instructions to us – just roll with it … just do what He says. In the process, miracles happen – while we wait for the answer or the promise.
Yesterday, a couple of us discussed what might have been the overriding reason God has taken us this route. We’ve approached the point of no return. That place where we most definitely know what God *can* and is *willing* to do. But, even if He doesn’t, there is no turning back. We’re all in.
We may not understand, but we trust Him (Proverbs 3:5). What time we are afraid, we trust Him (Psalm 56:3). Nothing is withheld from Him – like Abraham, we’ve have given Him who or what we love or cherish most, knowing that past hope, He is able to bring life out of dead things. Because He promised, and God cannot lie (Numbers 23:9).
Inspired byBILL JOHNSON BETHEL (God’s Sovereignty and Our Responsibility):
The Lord is trying to raise up a company of people that can weather the storm and come out on the other side still believing He’s good. Still believing He is absolutely faithful. And embracing fully the privilege of mystery in the middle of things we can’t understand or control.
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Most parents try to teach their children to do their best. Do their best at school. Do their best in sports. There is a Biblical principle for this: whatever your hand finds to do, do it with all your might. Fewer parents teach their children to give their best to God. God often gets the leftovers.
Parents also have their “wise” sayings to pass along to children: “Let the hammer do the work,” “You can’t always get what you want,” “You don’t NEED it, you only WANT it,” and “Practice makes perfect.”
Combine giving your best to God and “Practice makes perfect” and you have a potential formula for lifelong guilt, disappointment, and self-loathing. Many of us do want to give our best to God and actively try to live that out in our lives. Many believe the lie that practice makes perfect. When we discover how miserable our best is, the fact that no matter how hard we try we still slip into sin, we can sink into depression. Why am I not perfect yet? What is wrong with me? We expect to become perfect, although we have never been perfect and don’t even have a perfect idea of what perfect is. We beat ourselves up over the fact that we are human, over the fact that we are imperfect. Many people give up trying, believing it to be impossible.
The builder starts building a house by taking the building site and actually making it look worse. He gouges out the ground to lay the foundation. The foundation is the most important part of the building, but the foundation doesn’t look pretty. He then starts framing the walls, and the size and shape of the building becomes visible. With each addition to the structure, the house comes closer to looking like the plan the builder has in mind. It is only when the builder stops building that the house can be said to be complete; until then it is an unfinished house.
I would like to propose that you and I stop thinking of ourselves as sinners (though we are) and imperfect (though we are). Instead let us start thinking of ourselves as unfinished. There is no shame in being unfinished. In fact the process of seeing a house builT can be very stimulating and satisfying. God isn’t finished with me yet. Praise God! He is still working on me. I am unfinished. He is the builder. What he has ultimately in mind hasn’t taken place yet, but he is still building. Let’s let him finish his job. I am unfinished, not because there is something wrong with me, but because he has a much grander plan in mind for me than I can possibly know. I AM UNFINISHED!
There is history in all men's lives.
The newborn banks cut across the land like veins flowing with crystal clear water, nurturing the land and sustaining life, just as the blood in the veins of the “River People” coursed fiercely through their bodies. People who built fires on the river side sand and sang happy songs that morphed into screaming war cries as the new world sprouted a growth of white strangers, who battled their way onto the banks, as the “River People” faded away. Pioneers cleared land, built homes, grew crops, raised families and eventually spread closer into communities, villages and towns. And for a time peace prevailed.
Yet, time travels on and once again war cries began to be heard in the the soggy bottoms beside the water. Rebel yells chilled the blood of the blue coats, but didn't damper their determination to trample the people and the land. The gray screams of defiance melted into moans of defeat as the north moved south and pledged liberty and justice for all... but both will be a long time coming. After the fray, greedy men grabbed their empty carpet bags and headed south to fill them. The strong currents of the river pulled them to its virgin shores , where they built mills. The river turned dark as the buildings emptied the bowels of progress into the once clear water. The slow song of the south was forever changed as men who once found their living on the land were forced to move to the mills and experience a subtle bondage of their own to the textile empire.
The twenties offered another avenue for ill-gotten gain, as the prohibition opened the hidden hollows and river bottoms to covert hideaways that flowed profusely with illegal alcohol and other dark vices. When the prohibition ended, the men it had enriched wandered boldly back into the towns. Engorged with wealth, yet hungry for more, they used their affluence to gain power and the system worked with them. Perverted judges, with black hearts, covered themselves in black robes, and stuffed their bottomless pockets with the fat of the land. Yet, we know every day has its reckoning, after the sowing and growing always comes the reaping. Delayed justice is only a deferred payment and someday whether here or there all wrongs will be righted.
A Snake in the Grass
“Every great story seems to begin with a snake.”
The wind danced over the knee high grass, causing it to ripple in waves down to the bank of the river. A viper lay in the weeds near the edge of the water. Halfway down its body a bulge distended its form. A bull frog, slowly dissolving in acidic bile lay trapped within. With swaying movements the reptile slowly raised its head, flicked its tongue and tasted the odor of the air. With a grotesque heavy-sided slither the satiated serpent began to move soundlessly through the night.
The rooster crowed as the sun rose. The water moccasin crawled out of the wet river bottom and into the weedy tobacco field. It slithered across the short row next to the river and into the row beside it. The snake wrapped its corpulent body around a grass-entangled tobacco stalk, flicked it tongue once, then grew as still as death and waited.
Crow caws cracked the sky as the soaring birds covered the sun, casting a dark shadow across the field. Like cowards clustered together to bolster their own bravado, they formed a tightly packed flock that dispersed like scattered pepper when they settled in the branches of the trees. Stillness ensued for only a breath, then the creatures again began to squawk and take wing as a bevy of rocks assailed them from the ground below.
Laughing, three boys continued to fling rocks until the last of the crows sailed across the noonday sun and disappeared into the willows down by the river. Running from the waist-high tobacco row, Harlan stopped and leaned his hoe against a tree. He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the sweat from his brow. Close on his heels followed his two younger brothers. They dropped their hoes and fell to the ground.
“I'm tired, I'm sleepy and I'm as hungry as a horse,” Jesse complained. Curtis, the youngest, replied with a fake sore, pretending to have fallen asleep on the spot. “You fella's just stay up here whining and napping while I run on to the house and eat my dinner and yours too!”, Harlan flung the words across his shoulder as he darted off toward the house. Jumping up like rabbits, Jesse and Curtis kicked up dust as they hit the path running after him.
In the kitchen Aunt Dorrie pulled the hot pan of biscuits from the oven. Setting them on the table, she glanced out the window and saw the boys racing toward the house.
“Bessy,” she called, “Go tell your brothers to stop and wash up at the hose pipe before they come in to eat. They're as dirty as the hogs.” “Yes, ma'am,” Bessy answered as she bolted from the kitchen, the screen door banging shut behind her. The slamming of that door ushered in the beginning of the most poignant memory of her thirteenth year ...
I ran out that door like a streak of lightning, delighted that I'd been given some authority over my brothers, especially my twin brother, Jesse, I headed them off at the edge of the yard and held up my hand like a stop sign“Halt right there,” I commanded. “Y'all can't go in the house yet.” Jesse tried to step around me and I held out my arms straight out blocking him and said louder “I told you, YOU CAN'T GO IN.” “Stop mess'in with us, Bessy. We're star'vin “Harlan said as he pushed my arms away. “Go on in then and see what happens, Aunt Dorrie said all y'all gotta wash up out here, cause you're too dirty to wash up at the sink. She'll be mad as fire if you don't listen to me.” I said. “Well okay then” Harlan answered, but you ain't got to be such a bossy britches about it.” They all walked over to the well house and I followed them and stood to the side with my hands planted on my hips. Jesse picked up the hose and turned on the spigot and before I could even blink he spun around and turned the water on me, in an even quicker instant I lost all my puffed up dignity and I lit into Jesse like a wildcat. Doubling over in laughter, Harlan and Curtis watched us ,drop the hose and fall onto the ground rolling in the mud. Wanting to get in on the fun,Curtis grabbed the hose from the ground and turned it on Harlan, who quickly wrestled it out of his hands and ran it down the back of his overalls. We were all brought to a sudden stop by the banging of the kitchen screen door.
Aunt Dorrie stood on the steps wiping her hands on a dish towel and shaking her head. “Not only are you as dirty as the hogs but you're act'in like 'em too. Wallowing around in the mud like you ain't got no sense at all.” she hollered across the yard. “Get yourselves sprayed off and into some dry clothes, then get in here to eat.” She turned and went back into the house. We took turns spraying each other off, laughing with the kind of laughter that makes you feel real clean inside. We began to move a little faster as we heard the sound of Daddy's pick up truck coming up the driveway.
Roland parked the truck next to the barn. Cutting off the engine, he set the parking brake and opened the door. Hearing a ruckus, he looked across the yard and saw his four children at the well house hosing each other down. He got out and shut the door. As the sound of their unified laughter rang across the yard, a sad smile slid across his face. It was a painful comfort to still be able to hear Esther's laughter in the voices of their children. Even after nine years he could still see her face, hear her singing in the kitchen, feel her heart beating in his world, because of them. In their children she still lived on. Oh God, how he missed her, and how confusing his world was without her. He still struggled to understand what happened the night he lost her. It had been so hard at first, Curtis a newborn, Jesse and Bessy five year old twins and Harlan, the oldest at eight. Dorrie, his sister, had been their saving grace. She moved in the very day Esther died and with her help they'd made it this far. Walking to the back of his pick up, Roland lifted out the box with the tractor starter in it and carried it into the cool sanctuary of the workshop.
Inside the kitchen, Aunt Dorrie cut the hot apple pie into slices and set it on the table. She looked over the spread that included a pot of pinto beans, corn on the cob, mashed potatoes, thick slices of ham and a large tupperware pitcher full of ice tea. Deciding , due to the well house fiasco, that she had some time to pretty up the table, she ducked out of the kitchen to the flower garden to cut a bouquet of flowers for the table. A white picket fence enclosed the flower beds and lush red rambling roses spilled over it and into the yard. A black wrought iron gate gave access to the garden. Dorrie loved working the dirt and tending the flowers, but her reason for nurturing the plants went much deeper than the soil. This garden had belonged to her sister-in-law Esther, who had cultivated it with love. Dorrie had made a vow to herself that she would always tend Esther's flowers. It was something she could do that made her heart feel a little better, a small way to keep Esther's memory alive.
Curtis was too young to remember his mama. She'd died the night he was born. Such an awful night it was. Such an awful memory. Dorrie shook her head and came back to the present. It did no good to muddle herself up with bad memories and unanswered questions when dinner was waiting on the table. She opened the gate and walked to the back of the garden where a late-blooming lilac bush still displayed a fragrant array of blossoms. Taking a pair of scissors from her apron pocket she snipped a handful of the purple flowers. Carrying them back into the kitchen, she rummaged around under the kitchen counter and found a blue mason jar. Turning on the spigot at the sink she filled it with water and arranged the flowers in it. As she was placing it on the table, Harlan, Jesse and Curtis entered the kitchen. “Gosh, I'm hungry” Jesse said. Turning sharply to him Dorrie said “What did I tell you about say'in “Gosh”?” “But Aunt Dorrie, you just said it too” he replied, laughing. “You can't get out of it that way, “ Dorrie answered. “Don't let me hear you say it again, you hear?” “But “Gosh” ain't the same as saying “God” is it?” Jesse protested. “Its close enough,” Dorrie replied. “Now , where's Bessy?” she asked. “Aunt Dorrie,you know her” Harlan answered. “She can't eat unless she's got something to read. She went out to the tree house to get her book.”
After I finished changing into dry clothes, I headed out back to get the latest book I was read'in, Daddy came out of the workshop as I was coming out of the woods . He saw I had something under my arm and asked “What'cha got there princess?” “Its my book, Daddy” I answered. We met at the back steps and I handed it to him. He read the title then opened the cover. With his finger he traced the name written inside, Esther Jones. “ It was mama's book , daddy.” I told him. “Yes, it was “ he answered. Shutting the book , he handed it back to me. “Lets go get some grub “ he said as we stepped onto the back porch. Opening the screen door, he held it as I slipped inside, then followed me into the kitchen.
Daddy hung his hat on a peg by the door and washed his hands at the sink. I jumped into my chair and immediately stuck my nose into the book. Pulling out his chair and sitting down Daddy bowed his head, Aunt Dorrie and the boys did as well , but I was already lost in my book. I heard Daddy loudly clear his throat. Sheepishly putting my book to the side I bowed my head. After grace was said, Aunt Dorrie began passing the food. She made sure everyone's plate was full before she filled her own. There was no conversation during the first five minutes of the meal. Breakfast had long ago worn off we were a hungry bunch.
As the feeding frenzy wore down, Daddy looked up and asked “Did yall spend all morning out there playing at the well house or did you get any hoeing done?” “Yeah, Daddy we worked the field, we're almost finished .” We only have four rows left down by the river side. We can finish those up this afternoon and it'll go quicker if Bessy can help.” Harlan answered. “We can each do one row. We'll give Curtis the short row closest to the river.” Curtis looked up and frowned. He didn't like to be treated like the baby of the family. “I can work just as hard as anyone else” he said. “Don't treat me like I can't, I can hoe all four of those rows by myself, Daddy, if you need me to.” He was serious too. If he thought Daddy needed something , Curtis would move heaven and earth to please him. “I know you would son” Daddy answered him, “but I think Harlan has a good plan,” he looked at Aunt Dorry and added “That is if Dorry don't need Bessy here at the house.” “Aw, no” replied Dorry. “It won't take me long to wash up these dishes, then I'm just going to spread a table cloth over these left overs and we'll have them for supper.” I plan on working out in the flower garden this afternoon and I don't need Bessy for that.” A sad smile fell across daddy's face as he glanced at the bouquet on the table.
I decided it was time for me to get in on this conversation and wrangle out a deal that would benefit me. Putting my book aside I said. “Are y'all talking about me?” “Yeah, “ Jesse answered. “You gotta help us out in the field.” “well, in that case I get the shortest row” I said. “We already gave that row to Curtis, cause he's the baby” Jesse fired back at me. “I'm not a baby” Curtis cried out, and besides Bessy's a girl and daddy says we gotta treat girls better than we treat ourselves, ain't that right ,Daddy?” “you got me there” Daddy replied. “So I think” Curtis continued, “That since Bessy is a girl she ought to have the shortest row.””I can't argue with that logic , Daddy said, “Okay, then Bessy, you can have the shortest row and Curtis will take the one beside you.” I shot a smirk at Jesse, and picked my book back up. “Now that that's settled,” daddy said “Would someone please pass me the apple pie?”
After dinner Roland headed back out to the work shop. He planned to spend the rest of the day putting that new starter on his old tractor. He knew most folks would have junked that old tractor years ago, but Roland had a way with machinery. He knew how to tear a piece down into a thousand parts and put it back together again. No one had ever taught him how, he was just born knowing. His oldest boy Harlan, wasn't like that. He had no head for parts and pieces, at least not machine parts and pieces, but give him words, parts and pieces of sentences and he could grow them into paragraphs on a page and write you an argument that was hard to refute. He had a writing desk in his room and usually spent a couple hours writing at night before he went to bed. But Jesse, well, he was mechanical, like his daddy. If he wasn't needed in the field, you could always find him in the workshop tinkering with something. His twin sister, Bessy took after her mama and Harlan. She loved words too but right now, she would rather read them than to write them. Her mama, Esther, had left a small library of her books and Bessy was working her way through them one by one. She always had a book somewhere close by and if you ever got to missing her she could usually be found out back in the tree house, reading. And his littlest was Curtis, a tender sensitive child. He wore his heart on his sleeve and his light was always shining, although he didn't care a whit about socializing, he was the type to be a true blue friend to a few. And Curtis had a gift. He was an artist. His side of the room, that he shared with Jesse, was papered with his drawings. Curtis spent most of his free time in the woods down by the river' quietly watching the wildlife and capturing it on paper.
Roland loved his children with a deep and steady love, a sacrificial love. When times were tight, and they often were, Roland saw to their needs before his own. If someone was going to have to do without, it would be him. His greatest sorrow in life was that their mama wasn't here to share that love. She was buried on the far side of the farm, in the Jones family cemetery. He often visited her grave, and never missed a special occasion. It was his habit to buy a card, wrap it in wax paper and leave it on her headstone. He always signed it “I love and miss you, Roland.” He was glad , his sister Dorrie kept Esther's flower garden growing so he could carry a fresh bouquet to her grave when the flowers were in season.
Harlan got back to the field first. Picking up the hoe he'd left leaning against the tree, he walked into the longest row and began chopping the weeds. Bessy, Jessy and Curtis followed him and began working in their own rows. With full stomachs and the sun sliding slowly toward the west, they fell into a rhythm of work that allowed their thoughts to wander into daydreams all their own. Chopping with the hoe, bending ' pulling and throwing weeds they worked steadily as the afternoon marched on toward evening.
Placing the last dish in the rack, Dorrie pulled the drain plug from the sink and dried her hands on the dish towel. After arranging the tablecloth so that it covered all the food, she reached for her straw hat, hanging on a peg by the door. Settling it firmly on her head she stepped out onto the back porch. Dorrie stood for a minute surveying the farm yard. To her left was the graveled dirt driveway that ended beside the barn. Roland's truck was parked there. The work shop was on the other side of the barn and she could hear him in there banging on something as she made her way to the shop to get her gardening tools. When she entered the building, Roland was was all up in the guts of the tractor. He didn't see her come in. She gathered her basket of hand tools and quietly slipped back outside. The flower garden was beside the house and the vegetable garden was behind the barn. Dorrie made her way to the flower garden. Glancing across the yard and up the hill she could just make out the four siblings hard at work weeding the field.
I was chop'in and slapp'in...the sun had just dropped past the tree tops and the mosquitoes were buzzing up from the river, sensing our warm flesh and blood, they hummed into the tobacco field and began to sink their needles into our skin. Now, all our sporadic slaps accompanied the rhythm of chop, bend, pull and throw...it sounded something like this...
Chop, bend, pull, throw slap
Slap, slap ,Chop, slap, bend
pull, slap, slap, slap, throw...
We were all tired and nearing the end of our separate rows when it happened. Curtis told us later that he had been struggling to pull up a clump of Johnson grass growing up tight against the tobacco stalk. He was cleaning his row perfectly so that when Daddy cam out here tomorrow to inspect the job he would be proud of him. In exasperation he'd gotten down close on his hands and knees and leaned in close. He grasped the weeds in a firm hold and in an instant realized he'd grabbed more than weeds. The mouth was open wide and Curtis was near enough to see the inside of its cotton white mouth ,right before he felt the fiery sting burn his right wrist. The snake whipped out of the grass and wrapped itself around his arm. He began screaming and stood up, trying to shake the viper loose. But with every shake the snake held on pumping more venom into his wrist. Hearing Curtis' screams we flung down our hoes and ran to his row. Harlan yelled “JESSE HOLD HIM STILL!” Jesse wrapped both arms around Curtis and did his best to hold him . Harlan got ahold of Curtis' arm, and using his free hand, he began to strangle the snake.
It was too much for me, I began to scream myself and calling for Daddy, I ran from the field toward the house. I saw daddy bolt from the shop and Dorrie running out from back of the house. With Daddy way out front they both ran up the path toward me. When they reached me, I cried out “CURTIS GOT SNAKE BIT, OH DADDY ITS AWFUL!” Daddy ran on up the path to the field, with Aunt Dorrie panting behind him. I just stood in the path shaking and sobbing ,thinking It was me that should've been in that row...then I took off runn'in after them.
When I got there, I saw Harlan and Jesse holding Curtis up. On the ground at their feet was a dead water moccasin. Daddy was lifting Curtis up in his arms as Aunt Dorrie ran up behind him. I saw her pick up a hoe and in a frenzy she chopped that snake to pieces.. I watched her till she threw down her hoe, and then we both followed the others who were already running down the path to the truck.
Thirty Pieces of Silver
But if your eye is bad
your whole body will be full of darkness.
If then the light that is in you is darkness,
how great is the darkness. ~Matthew 6:23~
Our farm was a few miles upstream from the largest mill in Anderson county. It was built by Captain Sherman Bender and had been passed down through the generations of Bender heirs. The current owner was old Arlo Bender but he was stashed away in the nursing home, while his son Buchanan Bender, ran the mill. Buchanan was his given name but no one ever called him that. He was known by everyone as “Buzzard” Bender and had been since he was twelve years old.
Granny Harrell, said it was at the very moment that he acquired this name, that he sold his soul to the devil.
She said what that turkey buzzard did wasn't normal and it was a sign for those “who have eyes to see” . Granny said up to that moment, it could'a went either way, but when Buchanan made that choice on the playground to choose evil one more time, he sealed the deal. She said the LORD takes particular notice of the “least of these” and that He had His eyes on the the school yard that morning.
As for me, I don't know if the hardening of a heart works that way or not, but what I do know, and know for sure, is that Buchanan Bender never got better, he wore worse. From that day forward he pulled evil to himself like he had it tied to his heart with wagon cords. They say it happened like this....
On that morning the sky was dark and threatening rain. In the distance thunder bumped across the clouds in a low rumbling growl. The West Glen Elementary school yard was full of children, waiting for the morning bell to ring them inside. First through sixth graders huddled together in age appropriate groups except for three students who were roaming the yard looking for trouble. Buchanan Bender, Ortho Cates and Walter Newton, sixth graders who shored up every insecurity and deficiency inside themselves, by intimidating and bullying the younger students.
The third graders were huddled together near the school entrance. As the thunder grew louder they moved closer together jostling one little fellow and causing him to drop his lunch money onto the ground. His name was Milton Harrell. He was Granny Harrell's grandson, her only daughter Viola's boy. No one knew who his daddy was. Viola was seventeen when she gave birth to Milton a month prematurely. The birth happened quickly and there wasn't any time to get Viola medical care. Granny Harrell delivered her own tiny four pound 10 ounce grandson into the world. As soon as Viola gained back her strength she took off for parts unknown, leaving Granny Harrell to raise Milton. The early birth had affected him mentally. He was slower than his classmates, but his kind heart overshadowed his incomplete intelligence.
Milton was down on his hands and knees scrambling to find all of his dropped coins when Buchanan Bender spotted him. “There's us some fun,” he said nudging his two sidekicks. Sauntering over to the the third graders, Buchanan raised his foot high and stomped on Milton's hand . Milton raised his head and looked up. “HHHHey.......you're standing on somebody.....somebody is down here and you're standing on them. Hey, I said, its Milton down here.” The first drop of rain fell, baptizing Milton's forehead , he continued “And now its raining down here too...I need to get my money before it gets wet...please walk somewhere else, you're hurting my hand.” Buchanan laughed and ground his boot down harder. Milton trying to stand up, felt Buchanan's foot lift, then cried out as the boot kicked him brutally in the side knocking him into the dirt. Milton held his ribs and looked at his dirtied clothes. The rain began to come down sharp like BB pellets . Milton's pain melted into tears. He cried, “Now I can't go to school...I'm dirty...I'm a dirty mess.” “You were born dirty.” Buchanan said with a laugh, and looked around to make sure Ortho and Walter were laughing with him. “ And you ain't gott'a worry about that money gett'in wet cause you're gonna pick it up and give it all to me .” Sobbing , Milton crawled around gathering up the scattered coins.
Roland, was in the sixth grade too. He was standing with his classmates when he heard someone crying. Looking behind him he saw Milton Harrell crawling around in the mud on the ground. He heard him saying “Thhhis...is my school money...III've got to buy my milk and mmmy lunch with it....I ain't got no more. Granny told me nnnnot to lose it. I got to buy my lunch bbbut I 'll share...you can sit at mmmmy table and I will share my lunch with you.” Buchanan and his goons just laughed at him.
Roland bolted over to the third graders and grabbed Buchanan by the back of his collar and spun him around. Buchanan hooked out his leg and swept Roland's feet out from under him. Outweighing Roland by thirty pounds Buchanan quickly got the better of him . Pinning him to the ground Buchanan leaned in so close Roland could smell the anger on his breath and see the pin hard pupils of his eyes. Buchanan whispered “This is all your fault, you should 'a never laid a hand on me. You deserve all you're gonna get.” He began punching Roland over and over in the face. The rain was coming down hard now. The students had made a circle around the fight and were holding their books over their heads to ward off the rain. The school bell was ringing but no one was paying it any mind. Roland's nose was bleeding profusely, little Milton saw it and ran over to try and wipe the blood off with his hands. Buchanan shoved Milton away and then continued his frenzied attack. Milton ran and jumped on Buchanan's back to trying again to help Roland. Buchanan stopped hitting Roland just long enough to swing around and land a blow to Milton which knocked him back onto the ground unconscious.
Roland took that second to wipe the blood from his face, as he did he saw a dark shadow fall from the sky behind Buchanan. With a cry of “WHAT THE...?” Buchanan jumped up off Roland and turned around beating frantically at his back. On his shoulders with its claws firmly embedded through his sweater and into the skin of his back was the biggest buzzard Roland had ever seen. Buchanan was struggling, reaching his arms around his back trying to knock the buzzard off. The buzzard was flapping its huge wings, looking as if it were trying to lift Buchanan up and fly away with him. Buchanan couldn't budge the buzzard so he began to run. He ran out of the school yard and down the road toward town, That was the last anyone saw of him that day and no one ever knew how he managed to get that buzzard off his back, but from that day forward everyone called him Buzzard Bender.
As a man, Buzzard had lived up to his name. He circled the weak and vulnerable waiting till they were desperate then like a vulture he'd fly in with his sharp beak and pick them apart. Most of them found themselves working in the mill with below minimum wages and manipulated to such a point they actually felt mis-guided gratitude toward him. And with that jolly old smile, that never reached his eyes plastered to his face as he robbed them blind
Buzzard lived in a large restored plantation house on the other side of the river from Roland's farm. He owned the property from his place all the way upstream to Bender's “Fabric's Cotton Mill”. It encompassed about seven hundred acres. Back behind the mill in a river bottom Buzzard had renovated an old prohibition clubhouse , He called it “Bender's Riverside Bar & Sportsman's Club.” Rumor had it that a man could find just about any kind of sport he wanted at Bender's Bar.
Buzzard's wife's name was Brenda Bender. She preferred to be called “BB.” She was a skinny little woman, all sharp knees and elbows but with a backbone of stainless steel. She was obsessed with Jacquelyn Kennedy and tried ever so desperately to copy Jackie's sophisticated wardrobe style. On BB, it came off like a chicken trying to impersonate a swan. Which made Buzzard and BB the perfect couple, a buzzard and a chicken, being as how birds of a feather flock together and all that sort of thing.
The Writing on the Wall
“Everybody has a chapter they don't read out loud.”
I can't give you any specific memories I had of the Anderson County Hospital before we arrived that evening, or why it sent a chill down my spine when we pulled up to the emergency door, but it did. I was afraid to go in yet I was afraid not to. Me and Harlan and Jesse were in the bed of the truck. Daddy and Aunt Dorrie were up front with Curtis. We hopped out of the back and Harlan opened Daddy's door. Curtis was laying across the seat with his head in Aunt Dorrie's lap. She was holding a handkerchief over the bite on his right wrist , his arm was swollen twice its normal size and blood and yellow fluid was oozing out through the handkerchief. Curtis was conscious but talking out of his head, he was muttering something about losing his math book and feeding the cat popcorn. I began to feel sick to my stomach.
Roland turned off the ignition and slid out of the truck. He was remembering the last person he'd carried through those doors and remembering that he didn't bring them back out with him. He hurried around and opened Dorrie's door. She gently moved Curtis' head off her lap and laid his arm down by his side. Roland reached inside and carefully shifted Curtis into his arms. The movement caused Curtis to utter a low moan and vomit.
An orderly met the family at the door and held it open as the they entered. Two more orderlies were coming down the hallway with a gurney. They wheeled it up to Roland and he laid Curtis on it. Curtis roused back into coherency and said “Daddy , please don't leave me.” “I'm right here son, I'm not going anywhere.” Roland reassured him. “What happened,?” one of the orderlies asked. “He was bit by a water moccasin,” Dorrie replied as the gurney was being rolled toward the emergency exam rooms. A nurse met them at the double doors and asked if Roland and Dorrie were Curtis' parents. I'm his father, Roland answered and nodding towards Dorrie said, “She's my sister.” “Both of you come with me,” the nurse said, gesturing toward a door across the hall she said “The rest of you may wait in the waiting area.” Harlan opened the waiting room door and they walked in.
The first thing I noticed was the overwhelming smell of stale tobacco. The room was rectangular, the walls were lined with hard red chairs and at the far end was a table with an overflowing ash tray . Beside the ash tray was an empty paper cup and a telephone book was laying on the floor beneath the table. Magazines littered the table and the chairs. The room felt helpless and forlorn, so did I. I was still grappling with the fact that I should have been hoeing the row Curtis was on. It was my selfishness that hurt Curtis. I was older, if I'd been there I probably would have saw that snake before it bit me or even if I did get bit my body was bigger the venom wouldn't hurt me as bad.
Overwhelmed by these thoughts, I burst into tears. Harlan reached out toward me and I crumpled into his arms. “It should've been me” I admitted. Just speaking the words aloud dumped another shovel full of guilt onto my back. The weight was unbearable and I slid from Harlan's arms to the cold linoleum tiled floor. I felt Harlan settle down beside me, he reached and touched my chin, he attempted to pull my face up to look at him but I wouldn't let him. I sat sat cross-legged on the floor staring down at the black and white pattern of the tile. The colors blended into gray through the deluge of tears that were flooding my eyes. I felt Harlan's hand reaching toward me again. I felt him sticking something under my nose and I cold smell the scent of sweat. It was his handkerchief. I took it and blowing my nose loudly, I raised my eyes to his. He was crying too. I felt an arm reach from behind and settle across my shoulders. Looking behind me I saw Jesse settling down on the floor and Harlan stretched out his arms around us both . We all three just huddled there on the floor together. No one spoke any more words with our mouths because our hearts were talking too loud to hear them.
We were still sitting there together on the floor when we heard someone push open the door. We raised our heads as one and we watched as J.M. Smyth walked into the room and said,“Your daddy called me from the emergency room, he told me what happened. He asked me to drive over here and check on you.” We stood up and sharing that one handkerchief between us we wiped our tears and blew our noses.J.M. was our Preacher. Harlan spoke first saying, “It looks bad Preacher.” Jesse broke in and said “It was a dad-blame cotton mouth that got'em, one of those mean river moccasins, but Harlan choked it to death then Aunt Dorrie killed it again with the hoe.”
I took a deep trembling breath and rushed out these words “What else did daddy say?” Did he say how Curtis is doing?... Did he tell you this is all my fault?... Did he say Curtis is gonn'a die?” That last word did me in again. Die...I just knew Curtis was gonna die, just like mama did. Then I realized why this place chilled my soul so. Mama died here and now Curtis was gonna die here too and it was because of me, and if Curtis died, I was gonna die too, I couldn't live with myself, and if me and Curtis died, then daddy would die too, it had almost killed him to lose mama and like a train off the tracks my thoughts ran head-long into a crash,.I felt the bile rise in my throat and before I could find a trash can I vomited right there on the Preacher. Harlan , who had a hold of that shared handkerchief began to try and dab off the Preacher and me too. That handkerchief had sure done its share of work today.
The Preacher reached into his pocket and took out two clean handkerchiefs, I wondered just how many did he carry around with him anyway, maybe Preachers were required by Preacher code to carry a certain number, it seemed likely to me that , that should be the case as preachers went around dealing with tragedy all the time. Maybe he could just keep pull'in 'em out of his sleeve, in an endless miraculous supply...my thoughts were headed off the rails again.The Preacher handed me a handkerchiefs and he used the other to wipe off his shirt and shoes. Harlan dropped the one he was holding into the trash can. I kind 'a felt sorry that we couldn't some how keep it ...sorta symbolic like ...with all our tears and stuff blended together and all. There I went , thinking crazy again.I was glad when the preacher suggested we all have a seat ...and... a prayer.
The Preacher bowed his head and we did too. “Father” “ he said, This is a family that You love. I love 'em too. They sure have had an extra portion of heartache in their life, but it never caused them to stop lov'in and trust'in You. It appears tonight they've had another helping heaped on their plate. What's done is done and it don't do nobody no good to blame themselves, we can't go back and change anything that's happened, but now we are here in the present and you're here with us and the future is yet to be decided and we know that You hold that future in You're hands. You tell us that You hear our earnest , honest pleas and that our prayers work together with Your will, so tonight we are asking you to protect and preserve Curtis' life, we ask You to give him an awareness of Your presence wherever his conscious or unconscious might be. Comfort him and enfold him in your peace. And for his family, his loved ones I pray that same peace to wash over them and I pray for Your strength to carry them through this troubling time .In the name of Your Son, the Lord Jesus Christ we pray...Amen.
The Preacher raised his head and we did too. He said, “Y'all gott'a be hungry, let me run upstairs and check on Curtis, your Dad and Dorrie, then I'll carry you done to the diner for a hot dog.
Everything was white, the walls, floors, tables, gurneys, sheets, blankets, curtains, uniforms, everything except Curtis' right arm which was badly swollen and turning black . The nurse walked into a curtain shrouded cubicle and the orderlies wheeled Curtis in behind her, Roland and Dorrie followed. “ Tell me what happened” the nurse asked as she took a blood pressure cuff from a drawer. “Ma'am,” he said,” My boy was bit by a water moccasin, in the field about an hour ago, we drove him straight here, “ He's been in talking out of his head some and he vomited when I took him out of the truck.” The curtain was pulled open and another nurse stuck her head inside the room, “I'm going to need one of you to come up to the admissions desk with me and fill out some paper work,”. Dorrie looked at Roland and nodded, “I'll come with you,” she answered.
“What's your son's name and how old is he,?” The nurse asked as she wrapped a blood pressure cuff around Curtis' left arm. “Curtis, Curtis Jones, and he's nine years old,” replied Roland. ” Does you son have any other health issues or drug allergies?” Mister Jones. “No” Roland answered. Curtis whimpered, Roland leaned in close and said “Hang on Curtis, we're at the hospital,” to the nurse he added” Where's the doctor my boy needs help!” The curtain parted and Dorrie entered with the nurse who'd taken her to the admissions desk. The admissions nurse replied, the Doctor's been called he'll be here soon.” then she quickly left the room. The emergency room nurse snapped an identification bracelet on Curtis' good arm, the began rummaging in another drawer and gathering supplies. She wet a gauze pad with antiseptic solution and began to clean Curtis' swollen arm. Curtis started to cry and Dorrie moved to the head of the gurney and rested her hand across Curtis' forehead. The touch settled him and he quieted.
The nurse had finished cleaning the wound and taking the vitals. She was writing in the chart when the curtain opened again. The heavy odor of hair tonic entered the room, followed by a man with dark hair slicked back from his forehead. Strapped around his head was an exam light. He wore a white tunic buttoned across his shoulders and a stethoscope dangled from his neck. Roland recoiled at the sight. It had been nine years since he'd seen this man but he would never forget him. His name was Dr. Evans. Roland felt like he'd been thrown back into the middle of a nightmare. During her pregnancies Esther's doctor had been a kindly gentleman named Doctor Talley but the night Esther went into labor with Curtis, Doctor Talley wasn't available. It wasn't that he wasn't at the hospital that night, he was, but as a patient himself. He'd had a heart attack earlier that day and was in room 204. There were two deaths in the hospital later that night, his and Esther's. Doctor Evans had been called in to take Doctor Talley's patients. He had delivered Curtis and attended Esther the night she died. If Doctor Evans recognized Roland, he didn't let on.
The doctor walked over to the nurse who was still making notes on the chart and without saying a word pulled it from her hands. Quickly glancing over the page, he said “Snake bite ...hmmm...lets have a look.” Thrusting the chart back towards the nurse, he walked to the head of the gurney where Dorry was still standing with her hand on Curtis' forehead and roughly said “You're in my way here, you need to move,” as he nudged her out of the away, and grasped Curtis' black swollen arm. Curtis who had been calm as long as Dorrie's hand had been on his brow began to thrash around. Doctor Evan's tightened his grip on Curtis' arm, and with his other hand, reached up and switched on his head piece light. He leaned in close over the gurney. Curtis moaned then making a retching sound he vomited into Dr. Evans slick-backed hair. Dropping Curtis' arm the doctor bit back an expletive and began barking orders at the nurse. Start IV fluids and 50cc's of penicillin, draw a blood sample and send it to the lab, then have him transferred upstairs. Turning to Roland he said “We will discuss treatment options after I obtain the lab results”. Pulling open the curtain he strode from the cubicle. The nurse quickly completed the doctor's orders and soon Curtis was being moved to a room.
The IV pole rattled along side the gurney, tubing, from an IV needle inserted into Curtis's left arm ran up to a bottle hanging from the pole. The nurse walked beside the pole and guided it as the orderlies transported Curtis upstairs. Roland and Dorrie walked on the other side. Roland was staring at Curtis' arm. The nurse had drawn a line where the swelling was at when the first entered the emergency area, the swelling and discoloration has crept an inch or more past that mark. . The fang marks continued to bleed and the nurse had laid a gauze pad over to absorb the flow. Curtis had been quiet since the vomiting episode in the cubicle and appeared to be resting a little since they had started giving him the IV fluids.
“Roland... Hey, Roland” Roland turned, the Preacher was hurrying down the hall way behind them. He stopped briefly and waited for him to catch up. They both caught up to the gurney as it was stopped at the elevator doors. The Preacher reached out and lay his hand on Curtis' shoulder. At the Preacher's touch Curtis opened his eyes and weakly said, “Hey Preacher,” . Roland noticed the whites of Curtis' eyes were blood red. He made a mental note to ask the nurse about it when they got upstairs to the room. The Preacher said, “It looks like that snake tried to get the best of you, but I hear it wound up gett'in more than it bargained for.” Why, I think that's probably the only snake that ever got killed twice. They tell me Harlan choked it to death then your Aunt Dorry hacked to death!” Curtis managed a slight smile. “How are the other kids?” Roland asked the Preacher. “ They are pretty shook up, especially Bessy,” answered the Preacher. “I was thinking I'd take them to get something to eat.” “That's a good idea,” Roland replied as the elevator doors slid open and the orderlies wheeled Curtis in. “Thank you” Roland managed to reply as he and Dorrie hurriedly squeezed inside the closing elevator doors.
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No wonder you believed all the messages about you saving the world. You have the smarts, the brawn, the connections. What would be more natural for someone of your talent, Charisma and good looks than to fulfill all the worlds needs, solve all its problems?
After all that, you didn't get what you wanted. Other people let you down with supplies, or they were late arriving for their great moment in your plan. The grass didn't grow fast enough and the milk didn't spill in the right direction and all of a sudden the world didn't get saved. Now you're mad! Angry! Spitting exclamation marks like nails and bullets.
There's a measure of guilt too. A cold, sinking feeling that someone might call up and ask why you didn't save the world. Maybe there were eyes that saw you sneaking out at the last moment, or even if you didn't actually sneak out, you thought about it. That split second of hesitation might have been all it took for the bad guy to win. It sure looks like the bad guy won.
If you're willing, you can peek at the end of the book to see that the bad guy loses, big time. If you're willing to look beyond the beauty, the brawn, the dizzying intellect, you might glimpse the thing that actually does save the world, and shoves the bad guy down, that one thing that you don't have, and can't have (without an intervention) . Can you guess what it is?
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The Book of Psalms is beloved by many. It showcases every emotion, and often brings comfort to the hurting, struggling, or those are facing loss. Who has not heard a portion of Psalm 23 or sang some of these poetic masterpieces? While other cultures in Ancient Near East had praises and prayers written to their gods, Israel had, and has, God’s truth encapsulated in a large book, written over the course of 1,000 years, called the Book of Psalms.
When most people think of the Psalms, they think of King David, because he was the “sweet Psalmist of Israel,” (2 Samuel 23:1). While he penned about half of them, Moses, Solomon, Asaph, and others, wrote the rest of the 150 Psalms, which became known as the song or hymnbook of Israel, inspired by God.
The word “Psalm” comes from the Greek psalmos or, “song.” The Hebrew tehillim, meaning, “praises,” identifies the purpose for them. The Psalms are divided up into five books, based on the Hebrew manuscripts. Book 1 comprises Psalms 1-41. Book 2 includes Psalms 42-72. Book 3 includes Psalms 73-89. Book 4 is compiled of Psalms 90-106. Book 5 contains Psalms 107-150.
The Psalms were written in the context of the Mosaic Covenant, which is important to keep in mind when interpreting them. They are poetic literature and should be treated as such, with figures of speech, history, other literary forms and more. Often, as in other Wisdom literature (Job, Proverbs, Ecclesiastes, Song of Songs), there is a contrast between the “righteous” (those who follow the Law) and “unrighteous” (those who do not follow the Law), with God’s blessing being on the obedient (the righteous) and His curses upon the disobedient (the unrighteous). Each book concludes with praise to God and Psalm 150 is totally dedicated to His praise.
Though the Psalms were written over a period of 1,000 years, they were probably compiled in their final form by Ezra the priest and scribe (Nehemiah 8:9), roughly about 450 B.C. As history went on, Israel used these for specific purposes, and scholars placed the Psalms in different categories, and while these vary, they are helpful.
For example, there are the Royal Psalms: Psalm 2, 20-21, and more. These focus primarily on the Davidic lineage, with some pointing to the Messiah, the perfect King. The Psalms of Ascent: Psalms 120-134. These were sung as travellers went up to Jerusalem, often for one of the Feasts. Psalms of repentance: 6, 25, and 51. These emphasize the Psalmists confession of sin. There are the Imprecatory Psalms, which called down judgment on Gods and Israel’s enemies: 69, 109, and 137. Then there are hymns of praise: 8, 93; thanksgiving: 9, 30; and the Hallel (which also means “praise”): 113-118, read during the Passover celebration.
While there are other groups, the focus of this series will be the Messianic Psalms. They are specifically written about Israel’s promised Messiah. Though these Psalms were written and applicable to the times in which they were written, God superintended their writings for a greater purpose, pointing to the One who would fulfill all of what was written of Him (Matthew 5:17, Hebrews 10:7).
These include: Psalms 2, 8, 16, 22 (23-24), 40, 45, 68, 69, 72, 89, 102, 109, 110, 118, and 132 to one extent or another. These Messianic Psalms encapsulate aspects of the birth, life, work, death, and resurrection of Jesus, the promised Messiah. He pointed to the Psalms about Himself in Matthew 27:46, quoting Psalm 22:1; Mark 12:9-11, quoting Psalm 118:22-23; Luke 20:39-44, quoting Psalm 110:1. New Testament writers referenced the Psalms about Jesus: Matthew 22:41-46, quoting Psalm 110:1; Mark 11:7-10, quoting Psalm 118:25-26; John 19:23-24, quoting Psalm 22:18 and more.
The study of the Messianic Psalms is a blessing. These Psalms show the unity and connection of the Bible between Old and New Testament; and display the truthfulness and trustworthiness of God’s inspired Word. Each article in this series will explore one of these magnificent Psalms. The Messianic Psalms help us see the reliability and consistency of the Bible and most of all; it helps us see Jesus Christ, the incarnate Word, our Lord and Savior, in the inspired, written Word of God!
I sit here, disillusioned and disgusted. And fearful. And apprehensive. I ask the Lord, what can I do to begin the healing process and I feel as though I have nothing to offer. The tear is wide and the two (or three or four?) sides are self-righteously pointing fingers at the "other side," claiming what has happened is all their fault. Is it? Is blame to rest totally on one side while the other side waits for some sort of mass repentance and reconciliation to the opposing side's point of view? Is there no common ground on which we can stand and at least try to agree? I'm beginning to wonder how far this will go and where we will be in a year; in six months. And it's frightening.
Our country is being torn apart by a hardness of heart that resembles what Moses faced with Pharaoh in Exodus. I understand that those who are of the world will not understand, but Christians who refuse to come together with brothers and sisters who stand on the other side of Jordan, should be reaching out in the love that Christ asked of his church. "A new commandment I give to you, that you love one another; as I have loved you, that you also love one another. By this all will know that you are My disciples, if you have love for one another.” (John 13:34-35) This was his last commandment and it wasn't a suggestion, it was a requirement and meant to be obeyed.
When we fight with each other, we let all sorts of evil into our midst. When hate becomes the motivation for separation, we play into the hands of Satan. The incident in Charlottesville is but one example of evil creeping in where it should never be allowed. United, we must stand against all hate, racism, bigotry and fascist philosophies in any form. But to hate back and return evil for evil and violence for violence, only makes for escalation, not peace. Just one look at history will prove that to be true.
When Jesus came before Pilate and was questioned about his kingdom and his identity, Jesus answered: "For this I have been born, and for this I have come into the world, to testify to the truth. Everyone who is of the truth hears My voice.” Pilate said to Him, “What is truth?” (John 18:37-38)
Have we lost the desire to seek truth? Are we like Pilate questioning even the definition of truth? We live in a very dangerous time where even our right to think for ourselves is being threatened. We must turn again to Jesus' words and his command to love one another. Jesus called us the salt of the earth . . . but if that salt loses it saltiness? He said it is no longer useful. I implore my brothers and sisters in Christ to earnestly seek the Lord for a way to be what we have been called, Children of the Light, Peacemakers, Salt of the Earth and Christ Followers. His way is our only hope, our only strength and our only solution.
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New Year Expectations
Perhaps like me, each New Year you have an expectation that this year will be different. You look back at the past 12 months with disappointment because goals you set at the start have not been accomplished, hopes you had were not met and dreams you cherished were dashed. When this happens year after year, it is tempting to become cynical, or pessimistic, defeatist or even indifferent. Que sera, sera, you say to yourself (whatever will be, will be!) yet secretly you feel disappointed.
The above is an intro to a post encouraging us to maintain hope. Hope you will pay me a visit and read.
Please don't hesitate to leave a response at my blog site (comments or likes). I look forward to hearing from you.
Have you ever tried to tell a joke in another language than your own? A little advice—don’t.
When we first moved to Luxembourg we had a coffee house outreach in a ground-floor apartment just over the border in a tough part of the town of Mont Saint Martin, France. We had regular visitors each week but not many were evidently interested in spiritual things. They were more interested in free cokes and cookies.
These rowdy teens made it hard to share the Gospel. They were about as loud as I was. It was the beginning of our ministry in Europe and I struggled to communicate in French.
One evening, out of desperation I think, I told them that I was going to tell them a story.
For once I had their attention and they listened and laughed at my story of how a sweet little old lady had played on my gullibility so that I would pay for her meal at the restaurant. (It wasn’t true).
When I learned how she tricked me I ran after her. She was hobbling on her cane towards her luxury car. Everyone was laughing at how she hoodwinked me, but I was going to have the last laugh on them when I got to the punchline.
In the story, she starts to sit in her car and as I reach towards her she starts hitting me with her cane. “So I grab her leg and start pulling it … like I’m pulling your leg now. Ha, ha!”
The only problem was that as I approached my moment of triumph, my anticipation crashed to the earth with a booming “thump.” The expression, “pulling her leg,” makes no sense in French. I had to tell them it was a joke and try to explain why it was funny.
Needless to say, it all went over like a pregnant pole-vaulter.
I found out later that the equivalent phrase in French would have been, “Je t’ai fais marcher.” “I made you walk.” That would have worked just as well in my joke if I had known.
When we’re kidding we like to say, “I was pulling your leg.” Or if the story we told wasn’t exactly true we say, “I had my fingers crossed.” For our readers in other countries, crossing your fingers can mean, “Just kidding. It’s not true.”
Is God Pulling Your Leg?
Sometimes we read God’s promises and act like we think He’s pulling our leg or that He’s got His fingers crossed.
“For Jesus Christ, the Son of God, does not waver between “Yes” and “No.” He is the one whom Silas,Timothy, and I preached to you, and as God’s ultimate “Yes,” he always does what he says. For all of God’s promises have been fulfilled in Christ with a resounding “Yes!” And through Christ, our “Amen” (which means “Yes”) ascends to God for his glory.” 2 Cor. 1:19, 20 NLT)
God promised to save for eternity each one of us who come to Him in sincere repentance and faith in the work of His Son Jesus on the Cross. Yet, some of us wallow in doubt, wondering if God really saved us.
“And that message is the very message about faith that we preach: 9 If you openly declare that Jesus is Lord and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved. 10 For it is by believing in your heart that you are made right with God, and it is by openly declaring your faith that you are saved. 11 As the Scriptures tell us, “Anyone who trusts in him will never be disgraced… “Everyone who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved.” (Romans 10, NLT)
Was God pulling your leg when He promised to forgive you, change you, hear your cry and make you His child? Did He have his fingers crossed?
Is the Jig Up?
You’re in a storm in your life. That last lightning bolt hit right next to you. The waves rise so high that your stomach seems to leave your body when you plunge into the trough, only to barely ascend the next wave.
“We’ll old pardnur, this looks like it. Been nice knowing you. But, it don’t look like we’re going to make it.”
So, the Lord Jesus was just kidding when He said, “for He [God] Himself has said, I will not in any way fail you nor give you up nor leave you without support. [i will] not, [i will] not, [i will] not in any degree leave you helpless nor forsake nor let [you] down relax My hold on you)! [Assuredly not!]
So we take comfort and are encouraged and confidently and boldly say, The Lord is my Helper; I will not be seized with alarm [i will not fear or dread or be terrified]. What can man do to me?” (Heb. 13:5, 6, Amplified Bible Classic Edition)
Was He pulling our leg when the Spirit breathed that through the author of the Hebrews?
One of the most critical decisions we’ll ever make is to decide whether we believe God is telling us the truth or pulling our leg.
And you? Do you believe that God is pulling your leg?
Worshippers aren't made when they see the enemy on the run, put to flight. The truth is, worshippers of God are made during dark, stormy nights. And how we respond to our storms determines just what kind of worshippers we are.
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