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Not place he wanted to be

Not the place he wanted to be

31 When the Son of man shall come in his glory, and all the holy angels with him, then shall he sit upon the throne of his glory: 32 And before him shall be gathered all nations: and he shall separate them one from another, as a shepherd divideth his sheep from the goats: 33 And he shall set the sheep on his right hand, but the goats on the left. 34 Then shall the King say unto them on his right hand, Come, ye blessed of my Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world: 35 For I was an hungred, and ye gave me meat: I was thirsty, and ye gave me drink: I was a stranger, and ye took me in: 36 Naked, and ye clothed me: I was sick, and ye visited me: I was in prison, and ye came unto me. 37 Then shall the righteous answer him, saying, Lord, when saw we thee an hungred, and fed thee? or thirsty, and gave thee drink? 38 When saw we thee a stranger, and took thee in? or naked, and clothed thee? 39 Or when saw we thee sick, or in prison, and came unto thee? 40 And the King shall answer and say unto them, Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.

 

It has been quite some time since I’ve posted on this blog; you might say that I had to take a long hard look at my condition.  I am not immune to the emotional or psychological pain that many feel due to past hurts and failures of life. So in writing this piece I want to capture the raw emotion to make you feel what many experiences on a daily basis; which causes them to turn to mind altering substances to cover their pain.

 

Living in the United States of America is to live in one of the wealthiest countries on earth. The problem with this sentence is that we lack the compassion to match our financial prowess. In a country so full of resources, there is no reason to have its people living on the streets in squalor, yet it is the case in every major city. The powers to be will tell you that they’re all mentally ill and should be doped until they are rendered harmless.  If you could spend a day talking with some of these people, none would have envisioned their future, sleeping on urine and feces-laden sidewalks in or on cardboard boxes. Nor would they have in envisioned a life of drug abuse, prostitution, and many other things just to survive each day.

 

Every person out there and some on their way had dreams of a future indifferent to their current situation. I just cannot believe as children they sat around thinking; when I become an adult, I’m going to be homeless and strung out on drugs or maybe even an alcoholic. Maybe I’ll lie down and let countless men and women have their way with me. Maybe I’ll ascribe to a life of crime, robbing and burglarizing to feed my drug habit. If not for the grace (power) of God there go I; is what I find myself saying from time to time. You see, I very well could have been one of these people. I had every reason to fail and not many at all to succeed. As a child growing up, I saw nothing but violence in the home of my upbringing.

 

I remember vividly hearing my grandparents argue one day when I was about five years of age, and seeing my grandmother grabbing her favorite instrument of pain (knife), to inflict physical pain somewhere upon the body of my grandfather. I remember hearing my grandfather scream my grandmother’s name, and say tell her that she had cut him as the blood ran profusely down his arm. I remember the fear that this one act of aggression embedded in me and the tears that streamed down my young face.  As I saw the man, I was immensely fond of and also my best friend in the whole world whence in pain. More importantly, the fear in his eyes when he realized he couldn’t stop the bleeding. About that time my grandmother realizing what she had done, begin to sob and say what have I done, what have I done? She then ran into the bathroom, to get bandages, gauze and ointment from the medicine cabinet to play the doctor on the wound that she had inflicted.

 

Back then just about every household or, at least, the ones that I visited had a white wash basin with the red trim on its top. I watched as she wrapped his arm in gauze and bandages, telling my grandfather that he shouldn’t have made her mad. I got mad and wanted to give her a piece of my mind that she was wrong, but what could a five-year-old kid say to an adult woman?  I was afraid and didn’t want to get cut like granddad. At that moment, I hated her with all of the hatred I could muster in my little mind. How dare she hurt my best friend? As I sat there watching my grandfather soak his arm in that basin full of ice water I hurt inside but had no one to talk to, so I covered it up with thoughts of better days.

 

The point of this story is to make you aware that events in the lives of people can make them turn to drinking, drug abuse or many other things to mask the emotional and psychological pain and scars from their past. Placing labels upon people, because you may not have experienced their pain or understand their condition is a cop out and a retreat from responsibility, to love thy neighbor as thyself. It just escapes me how people can see someone in need, and just walk by them as if they do not exist. It is a cruel world out there, but you have to expect the world to be selfish, and uncaring; what’s most unfortunate is that a lot of the blind eye attitude today is by those in the church (The Body of Christ).

 

We’re so busy arguing about doctrinal differences that we can’t see the decay that is encroaching upon our borders. The church (The Ecclesia), is duty bound to protect and support those organizations that lend aid to the less fortunate. As soldiers, we were put here to defend against and have an obligation to watch for the encroachment of the enemy forces upon territory assigned to our charge.  To control, and even times necessary to engage the enemy in combat. Where the church has fallen short is recognizing the advancement of the hostile forces upon the sovereign territory of the mind, which is that sovereign territory that belongs to God. The consciousness of the church has become filled with frivolous unyielding projects, to make one busy and proverbially spinning its wheels. Revivals, mega-this mega-that events, promised to deliver the attendees from the challenges of life. When the only thing they’re rid of is those hard earned dollars which could be given to someone in a downtrodden state, who find themselves having to eat out of garbage cans to survive; lest we not speak of the saints that are just barely staying afloat.

 

In the Book of Galatians chapter 6:10 it speaks there, and I paraphrase to do good to everyone, especially those of the household of faith. If we are blindly ignoring those closest to us, it’s no wonder why there are so many people on the street. My heart mourns for those on the street, and even those that have to resort to illegal methods to survive.  I remember as a little boy watching a commercial of a Native American shedding tears as he observed the land he loved, being destroyed by pollution. I shed that same tear(s), for the lack of love demonstrated by the church, I would scream too the top of my lungs if it would change the direction of people; so I’ve resorted to writing in hopes that these words will inspire others to the call to action.

 

So in closing, again the question I ask you; ARE WE OUR BROTHERS KEEPER?

 

Backwards_Forwards_by_kegonomics  32 Meanwhile, some were shouting one thing and some another, because the assembly was in confusion, and most of them did not know why they had come together. Acts 19:32

 

We are living in a time filled with much uncertainty, chaos and confusion. In fact, everything is backwards, let me explain. Today up is down, down is up, left is right, right is left, forward is backwards and backwards is forward, good is bad, and bad is good. Let me go a step further; imagine that you’re in this gigantic room that is brightly lit, having several entrances and exits, and there are a host people inside the room almost innumerable. Imagine that all of a sudden the lights go out and you hear over the loud speaker for everyone to head towards the nearest exit. Oh, that is no problem, you might think to yourself, ok it’s so dark in the room you can’t even see your hand in front of your face. Now how do you navigate to an exit to secure your safety?

This room is the heart of man and the time that we live in, the bright light is God, and he is being removed from the room. What we are left to contend with is a depressed state of mind. This world has always been wicked, at least after the fall of man in the garden. There was a time when men retained the knowledge of God in their hearts and often found themselves in church or synagogue after committing a sin, and thinking this would somehow cleanse them of their sin.

It is this practice that has led us to this current day; why do I say that? Well, each generation is responsible for their successors, meaning that our parents set us up for this time and theirs for their time and so forth and so on.

I am amazed at this generation’s fascination with the images of death, skulls, snakes; upside down crosses, curse words, on their clothes as if these badges of honor. Lest we do not get into the conversation about tattoos; people have lost their minds and are covering their bodies with just about everything imaginable, and every phrase under the sun, and even some that we have not identified. Nothing questioned as it pertains to its origin or validity, and people are following each other into whatever seems to feel or right, a sure sign of confusion.

We should expect this type of action from the world that is dark, but these things are happening in the church as well. Homosexuals are claiming that their lifestyle is good in the sight of God, ordaining themselves, as Bishops, Apostles and the like. Truly this is the last and evil days, and we are rapidly approaching the rapture of the church from the earth. I pray that I am in this number when the trumpet sounds. To be left here afterwards will not be a good thing according to The Book of Revelation chapter 13. Life is going to be extremely hard for those unbelievers converted to Christianity. In chapter 14 their work will not be in vain. In fact, anyone left here after that time will be considered to be tribulation saints dying as martyrs, laying face up having their heads cut off. The very thought of this type of punishment should be enough to scare the “hell,” out of a person and cause them to want to change, but we know many will play it out all the way to the very end!

I don’t want to give the impression that everything is gloom and doom and no way out or safety because there is a way. What needs to happen at this point is the church needs to take a hard look at its practices, and the leaders must revamp the direction of their congregations. It cannot be about riches; it has to be about souls and only souls. That means titles have to be second to the mission; love is the most important aspect of our mission on earth. Jesus said if we love him; we would keep his commandments.

Search your heart, give hope another chance and love your neighbor. It begins with the person in the mirror; recognize your value and then you’ll see the value in others. We know that we win so let us start the work again until the end; PEACE AND BLESSINGS!