Hey there, a friend of mine got me onto a drama performance that is incredibly annointed - it speaks of the seduction of Satan, and the entrapment of such things as money, lust, drinking, and cutting...and there is Christ just waiting for a response...enjoy!
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THIS is heart-felt prayer
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Not by might or by strength but by the Spirit....
Not by might or by strength but by the Spirit....
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Jesus
Author Charles Allen describes Jesus this way:
"He might have preached lengthy sermons on the dignity of labor, temptation, how to enjoy life, the immortality of the soul, the worth of children, and the fact that God answers prayer. Instead, He worked in a carpenter's shop, He met and conquered temptation in the wilderness, He went to parties and laughed with other happy people, He raised the dead, He stopped to love little children, and after He prayed, the power of the Lord was present."
"He might have talked long and loud about the need of man for human sympathy, the worth of womanhood, the blessing of humility, and the equal worth of all men. Instead, He wept at the grave of a friend, He treated all women with deep respect, He took a towel and washed His disciples' feet, He gave His time to the poor and outcasts."
"Instead of talking about how He could transform lives, He took a harlot and made her the first herald of the resurrection. Instead of preaching that people need bread, He fed the multitude. Instead of arguing the spirit is stronger than matter, He walked on water. Instead of telling people how bad it is to be crippled, He said, 'Arise, take up your bed and walk.' Instead of merely telling people they should forgive, while He was dying and being spit on He prayed, 'Father, forgive them.' "
"He might have preached lengthy sermons on the dignity of labor, temptation, how to enjoy life, the immortality of the soul, the worth of children, and the fact that God answers prayer. Instead, He worked in a carpenter's shop, He met and conquered temptation in the wilderness, He went to parties and laughed with other happy people, He raised the dead, He stopped to love little children, and after He prayed, the power of the Lord was present."
"He might have talked long and loud about the need of man for human sympathy, the worth of womanhood, the blessing of humility, and the equal worth of all men. Instead, He wept at the grave of a friend, He treated all women with deep respect, He took a towel and washed His disciples' feet, He gave His time to the poor and outcasts."
"Instead of talking about how He could transform lives, He took a harlot and made her the first herald of the resurrection. Instead of preaching that people need bread, He fed the multitude. Instead of arguing the spirit is stronger than matter, He walked on water. Instead of telling people how bad it is to be crippled, He said, 'Arise, take up your bed and walk.' Instead of merely telling people they should forgive, while He was dying and being spit on He prayed, 'Father, forgive them.' "
Daddy is also Holy Lord of the Angel-Armies
The following is an excerpt from Wolfang Simson's 'The Starfish Manifesto', a Spirit-breathed free E-book.
Vision:
I saw a long line of newly saved people entering the Kingdom of God. Everything was new for them, so there were three booths set up for them to
pass through. At the first booth, they would sign up for God’s army and pledge total loyalty to God. From then on, they were under orders, no
longer their own, and were given a uniform and boots. At the second booth, they were given a sword, and at the third, a scythe - a harvesting tool.
Astonishingly, only around one in a thousand of the new arrivals even went to the first booth; almost everyone went to the second stand, and
almost everyone also ignored the third stand. Almost nobody went to all three stands, as God explicitly intended.
The Irregulars
Everyone hurried directly to a huge plain full of people and activity. Under an enormous dust cloud thrown up by the many feet, small groups quickly
formed and were joined by the new arrivals. These countless groups made themselves banners, flags, and uniforms decorated with very creative
logos and emblems. It was an incredible colorful confusion of thousands of small militia. In other words, an irregular army. The chaos was complete;
some blew for attack, others for retreat. Some acted out bizarre rituals, others sat around the campfire laughing. Some practiced sword fighting,
others gathered their weapons and spoke of peace. Some of the groups even attacked each other. It was a scene of hectic activity, but without
any recognizable order. Generals cooked, cooks were pilots, and pilots dug trenches. I was horrified, and saw clearly that this army would never win
any battle. Everyone was terribly busy, but all the zealous action came to nothing in the long term.
The Angels
Suddenly someone shouted, “The Angels of God are coming!” They were right. Way off, I could make out a huge number of God’s white warriors,
powerful, almost larger-than-life angels. The people broke out in an ear-shattering shout and cheer, “Hallelujah, the angels are coming. At last, it’s
about to begin!” The cheering was indescribable. But the excitement slowly faded, and the shouts of “hallelujah” died out. Finally, silence
descended. Then I looked at the angels more carefully. Standing close together, they looked like a police cordon in front of a crowd of hooligans,
with set, sad faces. Step by step the white phalanx slowly approached the motley crowd. Consternation spread, and some of the banners began to
retreat. Pale-faced, the people stumbled backwards, shocked and unable to comprehend what was happening. In their shock, some even lost their
swords and pennants. The mass of people were driven back into a large valley without exits as the rows of angels slowly but deliberately advanced.
The people were finally trapped in the valley like sheep. Some began to cry; others called out to God for mercy, yet others called for help. Most
were simply silent.
At last, a huge angel stepped forward and said in a voice loud enough to be heard in the farthest corners of the valley, “That is enough! You have
done as you please for long enough. End the war you declared yourselves. Submit to your God. Lay down the banners and flags you made yourselves.
Take off the uniforms and boots you were given, as well as the insignia you created. Repent, because you have been disobedient. Lay everything on
the ground beside you and kneel to ask your Father to forgive you. In His mercy, he will grant you a fresh start.”
The people froze. Astonished disbelief spread through the crowd. Some started to talk, some even started shouting, “Pay no attention to them!
Listen to me!” But some began to understand. A few sobbed. One or two started to remove their insignia, lay down their banners and flags, take off
their uniforms and kneel in the dust, asking God for forgiveness for their disobedience. Whenever another person knelt - or even an entire group -
an angel left the phalanx, took what the person had laid down, and carried it out to the plain, slowly creating a huge mound of banners, flags and
uniforms.
The angel then returned to the kneeling person, both as a sign and a guard, because some of the people who had not yet understood what was
happening were angry, shouting, “Traitors! Deserters!” at those who knelt, ordering them to return to their militia. The number of stubborn rebels
and militia leaders shrank continuously as more people recognized that they had been incredibly misguided, and they laid down their uniforms and
weapons. Finally, after a long time, everyone was kneeling. The angels set the huge mound of uniforms, banners and flags alight, and everyone
watched transfixed as their once so precious possessions vanished in the flames. When the fire had burned down, the angel spoke again in a very
gentle voice, saying, “Now stand up and follow us. Let’s start over again.”
A new start
The people stood up, naked, without uniforms, but their shame covered by the angel at their side who led them back to the point at which they had
entered the Kingdom of God. This time, each person went slowly and deliberately to the first booth to write their name in the army register
before receiving a new uniform and boots with no insignia. The angel then took them to the second booth, where they received a sword, symbolizing
the Word of God. They then went on to the third and final booth, where they were given harvesting tools and a clearly defined task and position.
The angel then took them to a specific position on the plain, where he instructed “his” person to assume his personal position and to obey God’s
battle orders. The angel then left. With time, an incredibly powerful army formed. Everyone was in the right place and knew exactly what his job
was. Nobody did what seemed right in his own eyes, but paid great attention to his own task and function. I saw joy, but also wild determination,
written on the people’s faces. That was the end of the “film” for me. I had tears in my eyes, and was both horrified and thankful.
Have your way, Father - Kym
Vision:
I saw a long line of newly saved people entering the Kingdom of God. Everything was new for them, so there were three booths set up for them to
pass through. At the first booth, they would sign up for God’s army and pledge total loyalty to God. From then on, they were under orders, no
longer their own, and were given a uniform and boots. At the second booth, they were given a sword, and at the third, a scythe - a harvesting tool.
Astonishingly, only around one in a thousand of the new arrivals even went to the first booth; almost everyone went to the second stand, and
almost everyone also ignored the third stand. Almost nobody went to all three stands, as God explicitly intended.
The Irregulars
Everyone hurried directly to a huge plain full of people and activity. Under an enormous dust cloud thrown up by the many feet, small groups quickly
formed and were joined by the new arrivals. These countless groups made themselves banners, flags, and uniforms decorated with very creative
logos and emblems. It was an incredible colorful confusion of thousands of small militia. In other words, an irregular army. The chaos was complete;
some blew for attack, others for retreat. Some acted out bizarre rituals, others sat around the campfire laughing. Some practiced sword fighting,
others gathered their weapons and spoke of peace. Some of the groups even attacked each other. It was a scene of hectic activity, but without
any recognizable order. Generals cooked, cooks were pilots, and pilots dug trenches. I was horrified, and saw clearly that this army would never win
any battle. Everyone was terribly busy, but all the zealous action came to nothing in the long term.
The Angels
Suddenly someone shouted, “The Angels of God are coming!” They were right. Way off, I could make out a huge number of God’s white warriors,
powerful, almost larger-than-life angels. The people broke out in an ear-shattering shout and cheer, “Hallelujah, the angels are coming. At last, it’s
about to begin!” The cheering was indescribable. But the excitement slowly faded, and the shouts of “hallelujah” died out. Finally, silence
descended. Then I looked at the angels more carefully. Standing close together, they looked like a police cordon in front of a crowd of hooligans,
with set, sad faces. Step by step the white phalanx slowly approached the motley crowd. Consternation spread, and some of the banners began to
retreat. Pale-faced, the people stumbled backwards, shocked and unable to comprehend what was happening. In their shock, some even lost their
swords and pennants. The mass of people were driven back into a large valley without exits as the rows of angels slowly but deliberately advanced.
The people were finally trapped in the valley like sheep. Some began to cry; others called out to God for mercy, yet others called for help. Most
were simply silent.
At last, a huge angel stepped forward and said in a voice loud enough to be heard in the farthest corners of the valley, “That is enough! You have
done as you please for long enough. End the war you declared yourselves. Submit to your God. Lay down the banners and flags you made yourselves.
Take off the uniforms and boots you were given, as well as the insignia you created. Repent, because you have been disobedient. Lay everything on
the ground beside you and kneel to ask your Father to forgive you. In His mercy, he will grant you a fresh start.”
The people froze. Astonished disbelief spread through the crowd. Some started to talk, some even started shouting, “Pay no attention to them!
Listen to me!” But some began to understand. A few sobbed. One or two started to remove their insignia, lay down their banners and flags, take off
their uniforms and kneel in the dust, asking God for forgiveness for their disobedience. Whenever another person knelt - or even an entire group -
an angel left the phalanx, took what the person had laid down, and carried it out to the plain, slowly creating a huge mound of banners, flags and
uniforms.
The angel then returned to the kneeling person, both as a sign and a guard, because some of the people who had not yet understood what was
happening were angry, shouting, “Traitors! Deserters!” at those who knelt, ordering them to return to their militia. The number of stubborn rebels
and militia leaders shrank continuously as more people recognized that they had been incredibly misguided, and they laid down their uniforms and
weapons. Finally, after a long time, everyone was kneeling. The angels set the huge mound of uniforms, banners and flags alight, and everyone
watched transfixed as their once so precious possessions vanished in the flames. When the fire had burned down, the angel spoke again in a very
gentle voice, saying, “Now stand up and follow us. Let’s start over again.”
A new start
The people stood up, naked, without uniforms, but their shame covered by the angel at their side who led them back to the point at which they had
entered the Kingdom of God. This time, each person went slowly and deliberately to the first booth to write their name in the army register
before receiving a new uniform and boots with no insignia. The angel then took them to the second booth, where they received a sword, symbolizing
the Word of God. They then went on to the third and final booth, where they were given harvesting tools and a clearly defined task and position.
The angel then took them to a specific position on the plain, where he instructed “his” person to assume his personal position and to obey God’s
battle orders. The angel then left. With time, an incredibly powerful army formed. Everyone was in the right place and knew exactly what his job
was. Nobody did what seemed right in his own eyes, but paid great attention to his own task and function. I saw joy, but also wild determination,
written on the people’s faces. That was the end of the “film” for me. I had tears in my eyes, and was both horrified and thankful.
Have your way, Father - Kym
Sunday, August 12, 2007
Crown the Saviour
Look, you saints! There is a glorious sight;
See the Man of sorrows now,
He has returned victorious from the fight;
Every knee will bow before Him.
Crown Him, crown Him!
Crowns be for the victorious One.
Crown the Saviour, angels crown Him;
Rich the treasures Jesus brings;
In the seat of power enthrone Him,
While the saints of heaven sing.
Crown Him, crown Him!
Crown the Saviour King of Kings!
Sinners in confusion crowned Him,
Therefore mocking the Saviour's claim;
Saints and angels crowd around Him
Own His title, praise His name!
Crown Him, crown Him!
Spread everywhere the victor's fame!
Shout, those bursts of acclamation!
Shout, those loud triumphant cries!
Jesus takes the highest ground;
O what joy this sight demands!
Crown Him, crown Him!
King of kings and Lord of lords!
Thomas Kelly 1769-1855 (rephrase by Phoebe).
See the Man of sorrows now,
He has returned victorious from the fight;
Every knee will bow before Him.
Crown Him, crown Him!
Crowns be for the victorious One.
Crown the Saviour, angels crown Him;
Rich the treasures Jesus brings;
In the seat of power enthrone Him,
While the saints of heaven sing.
Crown Him, crown Him!
Crown the Saviour King of Kings!
Sinners in confusion crowned Him,
Therefore mocking the Saviour's claim;
Saints and angels crowd around Him
Own His title, praise His name!
Crown Him, crown Him!
Spread everywhere the victor's fame!
Shout, those bursts of acclamation!
Shout, those loud triumphant cries!
Jesus takes the highest ground;
O what joy this sight demands!
Crown Him, crown Him!
King of kings and Lord of lords!
Thomas Kelly 1769-1855 (rephrase by Phoebe).
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