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What’s In a Name??

        In the name of God – there is much. Help, hope, comfort, healing, life and the way to salvation are all in the name of the Lord. Today, and for last 2044 years, his name has been Jesus. And there was a reason for having a name. This offering isn’t about the name, that name, but, rather about God having a name. Let me explain further. Before the name Jesus there was another name used by the Hebrews and it still is today; the name YEHWAY. The story of that name obviously deserves a study and telling of its own but, this is not it. What’s in name, in a name for God? I believe there were ignorance and insult and shame! 

        I want to go back to the first encounter of God by Moses. The story is of course famous and involves the burning bush that just burned and was not consumed. Moses approached the bush and God spoke to him. God told him to not come close, to remove his shoes, and:

 Exodus 3:6 Moreover he said, I am the God of thy father, the    God of Abraham, the God of Isaac, and the God of Jacob. And Moses hid his face; for he was afraid to look upon God.

       Was Moses paying attention? I’m sure he was but, it would seem that he had a problem with comprehending what God had just said. In Moses’ defense I have no doubt what-so-ever that he stood there with not only gapping mouth but gapping mind as well, trying to fathom what was happening. His focus had to be affected by the enormity of the moment. And God apparently did not stop to let Moses catch up, He continued with what He came for. In short, He told Moses that He had come down to deliver the children of Israel out of Egypt and into the Promised Land. Moreover that He was going to send Moses to accomplish this task. Not legions of angels, not an earthly army, just Moses. He did finally agree to enlist the help of his brother Aaron.

        Now, as I “imagine” again, I can certainly conceive of Moses just having to take a breath, to gather himself. And I can see him conversing within himself ‘How am I going to convince anyone that I even talked to God, little lone rescue all of Israel.’ So, perhaps this was his thought, and his unfocused frame of mind, as he posed the question:

Exodus 3:13 And Moses said unto God, Behold, when I come unto the children of Israel, and shall say unto them, The God of your fathers hath sent me unto you; and they shall say to me, What is his name? What shall I say unto them?

         Although he was raised by the Pharaoh’s daughter and in the “Egyptian way”, Moses by this time certainly had become a Hebrew of the times. He probably knew the people would ask exactly that question. But, do you think he would just simply ask it for himself, for his own knowledge. God thought he did. Look at the next verse, in two halves:

Exodus 3:14 And God said unto Moses, I AM THAT I AM: and he said, Thus shalt thou say unto the children of Israel, I AM hath sent me unto you.

        I think God knew this was a question for the benefit of Moses himself. OK, sorry, of course He knew! What I mean to say is that I think the verse shows us that fact. If you look at it you’ll see that God didn’t tell Moses what to say until after He had addressed the question. Not answered but, addressed the question. Looking at this further, there is more to see. I see ignorance on the part of Moses for posing the question. I see indignation on the part of God, mild anger, if you will. You may have noticed Gods’ reply is in all capital letters. It’s in the Book that way, I didn’t make that up. There must have been something in the scrolls that compelled the translators to put a clear emphasis on this statement. I have to say I agree with this because, while I do not study the scrolls, I can clearly feel the emotion of that moment. I know that it was a burning bush and not a storm cloud but, every time I read those capital letters the rumbling in my mind is loud and clear!

       The fact that Moses and/or the people wanted a name for God had to be of great insult to God. I can see that, too, in His response. I am THAT I am; THAT being – God! Not a God, not just your God but, The God, the only God. Think about your own name for a moment; not what it is but, why you have it, why you need it? I need to know your name so I can address you in a crowd. I need to know it to identify you as the one I’m talking about when conversing with others. You need to be identified so the bank will cash your check. And ALL of this is simply because you are NOT the only human on the planet. We have to separate ourselves from each other in a way that is individual to each of us, and that is the purpose of a name.

       Can you see God’s anger yet? Can you feel the shame I feel when I think about this passage. The people wanted to name God! Oh, I suppose they were kind enough to let Him choose His own but …still. Why give God a name? Give Him a name so you can call Him out from all the other Gods? Give Him a name so you can label Him on the shelf among all your false idols? Instead of lifting God up you would lower Him to these levels? It was not until some time later that God made these statements but, they were certainly true at that moment:

Isaiah 45:6 That they may know from the rising of the sun, and from the west, that there is none beside me. I am the LORD, and there is none else.  

Isaiah 45:21 Tell ye, and bring them near; yea, let them take counsel together: who hath declared this from ancient time? who hath told it from that time? have not I the LORD? and there is no God else beside me; a just God and a Saviour; there is none beside me.

       Many people have chosen to call God ‘The Great I AM’, after the second half of verse 14. I think this honors God’s sovereignty and singleness but, it was still not given as a name. It was a furtherance of His “one God only” declaration. I AM hath sent you. The ONE that exists among NO others has sent you.

       Now, God did finally did give a phrase that He Himself called a name but, it was clearly more a descriptive statement of who He was. It also provided an attachment from God to the generations of the three persons named therein. Not an attachment, or relationship, they claimed but, that God claimed.

Exodus 3:15 And God said moreover unto Moses, Thus shalt thou say unto the children of Israel, The LORD God of your fathers, the God of Abraham, the God of Isaac, and the God of Jacob, hath sent me unto you: this is my name for ever, and this is my memorial unto all generations.

    The word memorial, as used here, means a remembrance, a record, and account. God was saying this statement is a record, an account, of who I am. And you may call me, and converse about me, by this record. And by use of this record, each time you will bring to your remembrance THAT I AM, and not just a name!

       Remember back at the beginning I asked if Moses was paying attention? If you’ll look at verse 6 again you’ll see that God already told Moses His “name”, and then had to repeat Himself. It would seem the Lord really is long suffering with those He loves.

       May the Lord Bless you all, In Jesus Name! (Oh, another name.)


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The Homosexual Affliction

The world is run rampant with those claiming they know the truth based on what is seen, or felt, or heard from others in their social environment. It is a very dangerous situation, to say the least. In fact, it will be the downright death in the uttermost since of the word to those not seeking the truth from its “true” source. This really is an affliction upon everyone who harbors these kinds of thoughts and desires. The Upper Room experience was initiated and fueled by the gathering of like-minded individuals. Not to diminish the Lord’s part in this in any way, but the 120 were there to express their faith and obedience, their love and worship, and the very atmosphere of purpose became so powerful that it spilled out onto the street and caused the gathering of a great number of others who became the witness and the influenced.

    Today in our world the power of the gathering of like-minded people is still a force so great that it causes extraordinary things to happen. The homosexual “movement” is nothing more than the effect of witness and influence of a mass spiritual affliction. The numbers involved are staggering. And the number of those that participate, as well as those that support the affliction, but claim their own heterosexual status, is growing so fast that it shall not be stopped during our time on this earth. When the Lord takes over, well, at that time the matter will be between Him and them.

    And what about our time? How is the born again seeker of truth to deal with the onslaught of something so powerful that they can’t begin to stand against it? They may find it sickening at the least, and absolutely terrifying if it shows up in their family. What do we do if this sickness of the spirit, and the soul that harbors it, is standing right in front of us. Should one try to stop the very real forces of the demonic gay movement? Simply put, no. Should we just let it go; allow them to die the death they deserve? Most certainly not! That would be the exact opposite of righteousness.

    The first step in fighting an addiction is getting someone to realize they have one while at the same time – convincing them of the harm in it. And then the last thing you want to do is throw a barrage of childish Bible based rhetoric at them; so that your first attempt to reach them becomes your last! Be not confused! If you think I just said the Bible is rhetoric then you’re exactly the person I speak of in this portion of writing. Please, pay attention.

    The person that you may know with this affliction is likely to be described in one of three ways; a.) He knows the truth, and is in turmoil and struggle, b.) He knows of his wrong, but not of the truth, or c.) He glories in his sin, hasn’t got a clue of his wrong or the truth. Will any of this matter, come judgment? No! But we’re not at judgment, we’re at today, and it matters a great deal. If you want any hope of reaching one of these afflicted you must know which situation you’re dealing with and be prepared accordingly. Let’s say that (c.) above describes a creature that, for whatever reason, you have to kill. However, this creature is made of pure liquid. You shoot it with your Ten Commandment pistol; stab it with the Sodom and Gomorrah knives and all he sees is you being a threat as he continues in his ‘activities warranting death’. I know this is a bit science fiction but, try to get the point. (And NEVER think to do this, it’s an analogy!)

    The Bible is most certainly the undisputed, infallible word of God, it is not rhetoric! Unfortunately, about 9 out of 10 times that scripture passes thru human eyes and ears; it comes out of the mouth as just that. If you go in to this situation with scriptures blazing and cross waving, you’ve only got a 33% chance you’ve brought it to the right group, (a.), and then only a 3% chance that you and he both have a correct like-mindedness as to the context, content, and comprehension of the scriptures. Anyone can break out of these numbers through prayer and fasting and step up to be a mighty prayer warrior and instrument of healing. Most, no matter their age in Christ, simply are not.

So, how do we prepare, for this or any other affliction? Seek understanding! All you need to understand about the affliction is that the afflicted, no matter his/her outward expression of acceptance, is the victim and not due any further injury from you. But, this is not the understanding I refer to. Everyone knows that we are to worship in truth and in spirit. However, it is most often overlooked that we have to study in this same manner. That is to say, don’t just store the words in heart and mind, but study for true comprehension. Seek to really know the bible stories, and not just the words that make up the story, there is a difference. Pray while you study, read a passage or two over several times before you move on asking the Lord to reveal to you the true knowledge of His word so that you may attain wisdom, which only comes from Him. If you think you’ve got the right scriptural ammunition, the right biblical weapon, and you don’t; your target will discern in you – your truth; i.e. your lack of Biblical accuracy. So, before you go into this, or any other battle, make sure you’re the person for the job.

     We are to save our loved ones even if we have to snatch them from the very fire of judgment. Therefore, do not take anything I say here to mean that you should not act. Rather, that because the saving of a soul is so vitally important, your action may need to be calling upon someone else. Every one of those who stand on this immorality has someone, a non-afflicted someone, who loves them. If you’re a Christian, you’re supposed to love them, and love is something that you do! Remember the frustrated disciples who said ‘Lord, why can’t we cast out these demons?’ and He responded ‘…only by prayer and fasting.’? Well, in the meantime, you contribute by prayer, fasting, and standing on the Word of God.

     So, what about the other two groups? If they don’t care for who God is, or anyone coming in His name, then they will not care for any material you bring to assault them with. Understand – you are assaulting them! They want their freedom in all things just as you do and you are attacking that freedom. But, what you must do first is simple; forget about fighting the affliction. Their soul, their very core being of consciousness, has to get a taste of something that would cause a desire within itself to betray its’ current lusts for that evil. And that something else needs to be the presence of the Lord, a new love relationship. Remember the liquid creature you couldn’t shoot or stab? What if you infused his liquid-self with another liquid, say, some Holy Ghost wine?! Work on that and the rest of your steps will be guided by the Lord.

    Let’s go back to the top. The subject of this paper is not how to cure the homosexual. The intended subject is what you as a true Christian should do in this, or like, situations. I had said that one should not try to fight the homosexual movement, and one should not. Not as an individual. Movements are fought with movements! Pray for revival! Create an upper room, like-minded environment of purpose! As an individual, remember what you’ve read here about helping a loved one and act accordingly. Again, as an individual, you are not called to be God’s police. If you meet a “gay” person, don’t attack them with scorn and verbal abuse! They are not an affliction, they have an affliction! You are to show your faith by your actions. This situation is exactly where to exercise this verse. Any words that come out of your mouth should express your stand on your faith and your belief that this is not of God. Hold your faith and stand; just don’t stand on the afflicted person.

    You don’t have to attack, but you do have to stand on your faith and teachings. Stand on your Holy Ghost power that will allow you to do the influencing and them to be the receiver of! Tell them plainly and calmly that you think it is a spiritual sickness that will cause them an eternity of pain and suffering beyond anything they could imagine, but you are not here to stop them or interfere in any way without being asked to do so. Tell them it’s wrong and that you will never be a supporter of the affliction but, you will be a supporter of the soul within them that wants an eternity with God.

    Lord, I pray that this, your message, will reach those that have a need and be a guidance and support for them in the furtherance of your Kingdom, in the Holy Name of Jesus! Amen.

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Prejudice & Racism: A Rejection of God

Lloyd W. Duncan

I had the opportunity the other day, could say I took it, to express, in brief, my opinion about certain prejudices. A young man I knew when he was a child, now in Bible College, posed a question on his Facebook page. “Would a human clone have a soul?” Fair question, I suppose. Some of the responses were what any reader might expect, while others, from a biblical point of view, seemed totally lacking in spiritual understanding. It wasn’t until I read those responses that I felt compelled to put in my two cents worth. And since, I feel, my guidance comes from the Lord on things that I’ve studied and prayed about, and barring error on my part, I would suggest its worth a lot more.

One response I want to discuss in particular simply stated that a soul would be automatic if there were life in the clone. I agree. But, then they dropped the bomb. “How would a man-made soul react with all the God made souls?” Duh…WHAT?? Now, I would ask that you not try the childish challenges and ask me, “Oh! So you’ve studied and prayed about human clones?!?” Of, course not. But, I have very much done so toward prejudices, relating to Gods’ creations and people He has given life to. That would be all of them. What I hope to show is that if there were a “deeper, core understanding” of the one, you would know how to respond to the other.

You need to know that this is not a subject I take lightly. This post will be extremely brief compared to the space this topic deserves and, indeed, commands. I am only going to give you what was revealed to me by the Lord during a particular time deep prayer and Bible study, therefore I can’t offer book references other than the couple of scriptures you’ll see. After you have an understanding that all this racial prejudice doesn’t come from God, you’ll realize it does come from man. For an in-depth study of all the lies that have been perpetrated on people of color, ANY color, I would highly recommend the well prepared book by Dr. Frederick K.C. Price: Race, Religion, and Racism. There are many others, but I reference this one as a means of bringing some attention to his work.

Let’s start with my personal experience with racism. I was raised in a southern extended family that tried their best to raise me and my generational equals to be racially prejudiced. Somewhere along the way, thank the Lord, the teachings began to break down at their foundation. During my life the family stance started being hidden from the kids. This was due to, among other things, a desire to avoid confrontations that came up because the kids did not comprehend, and therefore could not exercise, discretion. I recall an incident or two where one of us blurted out racial phrases in public, without restraint and simply because it was the language of the home(s). There was no embarrassment, nor malice, on our part, for neither was there any connection between these phrases and any black person. They were just words. We had little else to “contend” with in our area. So, those kinds of remarks began to disappear from the adults but, it wasn’t a change of heart or new-found enlightenment, it was to protect us from conflict in the now “ruined” school system.

I started first grade in 1968. The national demand for desegregation had been law for a while but, it was rejected, fought and just ignored in our part of the world. They, the southern establishment, did the same thing when the slaves were freed. They simply did not tell the slaves, or “owners”, that by law of the Emancipation Proclamation, they were free, and/or had no slaves. As a result, we have a holiday in the south that, though it should be celebratory for all, is mostly observed by the black population; Juneteenth, June 19, 1865, the recognized freedom date a full two and a half years after the fact. So, when I started school, there was an all-black school in town. All other schools were all white or, at least, had no blacks. Each year on the first day of school, and occasionally a few days during the year, a black kid would be seen walking to the office of my school to enroll, because they had moved into “this side” of town. Those attempts never succeeded. It took a lot of giving in, acceptance of defeat, to get the schools desegregated. I was in 1st, 2nd, 3rd and 4th grades during this time and certainly not privy to the details but, most certainly affected by the conversations that were not discreet; “If they close the black school I’m takin my kids outta school!”, “They can’t learn regular school work, why are we mixing with them?”

It came to pass that in my fourth year, the state decided that the desegregation efforts were still not enough, as there was still an all-white school in town, mine. It became the reverse “token”, the place to hold on to the white supremacy ideology. And even their attempts at projecting a segregated picture by letting in a few “not completely black” Mexicans would not help them prevail against social demands for unity. Among us students, who had never seen a black kid in school, we didn’t know how to act. Now, read that again. I want you to see the underlying pressure that was upon us kids. We didn’t know how to act, but we somehow knew, whether assumed or told, that we were supposed to act different. But, that’s the point, we knew something was expected of us and we had no idea how to answer those expectations.

As for myself, I tried not to bring it up much. I could go to school and come home and the whole matter wouldn’t have much effect on me in the immediate. As to how we were supposed to act, that came out at home, from those we had to answer to. It was the same things I’ve heard now ongoing for many years; “You have to go to school with them, but you will not play with them, and do not bring them home with you.” “We have to work with them, but don’t tell them where we gather after work.” I was during this year that, due to my parents’ divorce, I transferred to a much bigger school in the Dallas area. There were kids of all colors there and you wouldn’t believe what we had to do there! Every day we went to school, we did just plain old school work. Imagine that.

All during this time my family was failing miserably in their racist training efforts. When I look back, I can now say their actions show that their heart couldn’t really have been in it. In fact, their heart told another story all together. It told us that their actions, at least from some of them, were due to a peer pressure of their own. Fortunately, I never saw any negative actions except those statements of “us” being better than “them”. The old and very true saying “your actions speak louder than your words” was already at work removing the vail that their peer pressure had put in place.

My dad was, of course, to be the example in our upbringing. He was also trying to follow his examples and gain approval from them, his elders in the family. But, there was a clash between two separate sets of examples we were all supposed to follow. The second set came from the elder women and was based in a deep desire to follow and please the Lord! This resulted in both beliefs showing up on the surface, but one got lip service while the other got the action. “We are just not going to have anything to do with blacks, but… well, we need to help those babies, I mean it’s not their fault, right?” “You kids move over.” And with that the rear door of our car flew open in a blinding rain storm and a young black mother and her three very little children piled into the backseat with us. “We can take where ever you need to go.” Most racist thing I ever saw. Then, I was home on leave one time, my Dad and I were about to enter a local store, “Mr. Duncan” we heard. An older black man came up to us, shook hands with us both, and handed my dad $600. The man thanked my dad profusely and apologized for taking so long. My dad asked him was he sure he could do this all at one time. The man said no, but he would not keep his money any longer. Dad only accepted half the money and told him not to worry about the rest. I was told later that the man’s wife was a woman that we had talked to for years out at the lake where we lived. She would come to fish on the banks near our house with her long cane poles. She had been diagnosed with cancer, which took her rather quickly but, there was a period of great pain, and no medicine. What a racist thing to do, Dad.

These stories far outnumber the real episodes of racism that I saw from any of my family, extended or otherwise. But, these happenings were separated instances and without much weight in my life for a long time. I never took up being actively racially prejudice, it was just something I wanted to leave alone. So, I avoided the subject because I didn’t really understand it, its meaning or its purpose. But, just like all things, there came the time when I found myself in the middle of it and both sides asking me choose. The first few times that happened, I managed to skate by without losing too many friends on either side. Hope you caught that. And I held in my mind, that someday I was going to have to formulate a response to this situation that I could really stand on, one way or the other. I had agreed with the whites, when needed. WHEN NEEDED! I didn’t need to be the victim of a racist beating when all I had to do was – ” oh yea, you right, well see you fella’s later.” And I agreed with the blacks… …fill in all the same stuff here.

And then that day came. It was the Lord that flashed the truth of the whole situation right in front of my face! The formulated response that I could stand on had begun to take shape and, as I had always leaned toward, it was not going to be the side of prejudice!

I spent a large segment of my life in the field of law enforcement. I know that might get a gasp from some of you who think you know me, but you do not. It was during this segment of time that the Lord gave me something I had wanted for a long time. I had no idea it would come from Him, which shows how close I had previously not been to Him. I had carried in my mind, for a long time, some unfinished business that would lend itself to defining who I was, what I would believe, and what stand I would take on this issue of racism and prejudice. The formulated answer that I would come to stand on, and now do, would not come for another couple of years, but this was definitely the jumping off point, as it were. This stuck with me so strongly, for years, just hanging there, demanding attention.

One day, I found myself in a nearby police station conducting business with an older, fellow officer. From where we were we could see thru a tinted plate-glass window out to the entrance to station lobby. And in thru the front doors walked a young couple, and their two kids. One of the couple was white, the other was black. I seriously don’t remember which was which, and probably wouldn’t mention it anyway. Pardon my southerners language, but…it don’t matter. I saw this, as did the other fellow, and simply continued waiting for him to finish up whatever he was doing. He, apparently, couldn’t resist the opportunity to let out something that would define him, and seek to define me.

The other officer sort of grunted, shook his head, “Uhm, mm, mm.” as he stared at the family. My immediate thought was he must have come from a family background like mine! I knew he wanted a response from me, from the ensuing look I got. So, I simply smiled, and stated “You have feelings about that.” He proceeded to tell me that he did, that he didn’t agree with mixing races and then, as most racist do, tried to leave himself an exit while providing an air tight justification for his position. He said , “You know, I don’t agree with the mixed marriage, I think it’s wrong but, those people are adults, they don’t live with me and if they choose go thru the trouble they’ll have for being in a mixed marriage, well, it’s their choice, it’s all on them.” And then he paused, I thought he was done and that his statement was one of truth and fact. And then, “But, you know what’s really wrong?…is that those kids did not get to choose, they had no say in being born half-breed, and they have to go thru their lives with the trouble that’s going to bring to them. Maybe the white half will step up to the plate.”

Being totally honest, I had to think about that for a while; a long while. Not to change the subject, but, I later figured out that at that very moment, Satan had won a victory. It was a small victory in the very large war of racism. He had once again taken a seemingly true statement and used it to deceive and hide the real truth, which we will get to in a bit. I, for some reason (Gods Intervention), could not come up with a response, for or against. I mean to say that the only thing I took from that meet was a crystal clear “Mind Tube video” of what happened, and I knew I wouldn’t forget it. His statement had drawn out of me a real feeling of sympathy for those kids, but it seemed so very out-of-place in this racial “half-breed” picture he had painted. Now, remember, this was before my lesson from God on this subject. So, I left there feeling that his observation and statements were very wrong, I was not comfortable at all with it. That was the frustrating delimma I suffered; because, for the life of me, I did not know why. I had nothing to support my feelings, or to rebuke his statement. This case of ignorance was not bliss!

Ignorance, I later found, was exactly the problem. I did have the answer in my head, as I had read my Bible, and it was in there. But, I did not have the understanding it took to bring Bible knowledge and life situation together. Remember, I had not yet had my first revelations of understanding, had not been to the place of deep prayer and seeking His wisdom. And the Bible says clearly, wisdom comes from God. So, now, let me jump ahead to exactly that time.

A time came when I found I had a great opportunity to sit back and do absolutely nothing! I was free to enjoy life for a change all by myself. What a deal. So, one of the things I decided to do, read a book. I didn’t read much, really. I was good at it, though not fast at all. I always had been greatly satisfied with what I got out of the reading, rather than how fast I could do it. That being said, I also knew that was not a true statement when it came to the Bible. Not at all. Now, I had read the Bible, or out of it, for years. I could read the words and even understand the short story on top but, I always knew there was an underneath, and I couldn’t see it! Talk about frustrating. And wouldn’t you know it, lying to the side of all the books I had to choose from, just roping my attention…. Well, ok, I may just have enough time to at least “say” all the words as my eyes pass over them.

So, I began, page one. Now, my interest in reading the Bible was genuine, but my earlier attempts had disillusioned any vision of success. But, here I was. I read for quite a while, happy with my progress, not with my comprehension. Again, I got the story, but knew as sure as I was breathing, there was MORE. Then, the answer came, right out of the Bible, imagine that. Don’t ask me where, but I came to a passage that said, in my words, “when you study your Bible, pray while you do it! Pray for God to give you the knowledge of His word and understanding for the attainment of wisdom, which only comes from Him.” Of course, I used the first person in my new-found prayer. The next thing that surprised me, and I said “I can’t believe I’m doing this”, was – I closed the Book, and started all over again.

I know that I’m getting rather lengthy in the personal side of this story, but I feel it important that you understand the background of my knowledge, opinions, feelings… So, I began to pray every few passages. I would read a short section over and over, pray and pray. The Lord began to open the pages to me as I had never even heard of. And that fact scared me. I’ll let you figure that one out. But, here I was, on my bed, having visions of what I was reading. To give you a clue as to how in tune I was, and that not of myself, I would stop reading, stare into the airspace in the center of the room and begin to imagine the characters there; acting out the scene I was studying. After a while I would catch myself, and come back to reality, knowing that I had let my imagination stray far from what was on the page. And, to my shock, I mean shock!, when I read on in the story, every word I read…I had already heard, right there in front of me in my room. When that happened, I felt compelled to pray all the more, and I did. I thanked Him profusely for what He was doing with me.

Anyway, that continued until I had read That Book, The Bible, no less than eight times! It took about two and half weeks. Think what you will, I was there. At least one time I read it thru with two other Bibles at the same time, to compare versions, side by side. (It’s KJV for me, by the way.) And now, finally, here it comes. During one day of revelational reading, I read the story, again, of Jeremiah:

Jeremiah 1:4 Then the word of the LORD came unto me, saying,

Jeremiah 1:5 Before I formed thee in the belly I knew thee; and before thou camest forth out of the womb I sanctified thee, and I ordained thee a prophet unto the nations.

I stopped, I prayed, I read again, “Before I formed thee in the belly” and as I said “I knew thee”, I saw that family in the lobby of the station, as clear as if I were there, again. I said those words to those kids, and right then I knew all I could do was hold on and watch.

“I knew you before you were formed in the belly, before you were in the womb. I didn’t form you out of the miry clay into the womb, I chose you from those in heaven with me, already formed of My Spirit, to be formed of the flesh! ‘Those children didn’t get to choose’? They most certainly did, they chose to answer My call from the throne, and I chose among them who should go forth as this child or that. I shall not burden them, or you, with a yoke too heavy.”

And that really was what I heard, and even more understanding followed. Out of that lesson, that true revelation of understanding, I was finally able to formulate that heart-felt, emotional and righteous stand that I would take on the subject of racial prejudice. When I was done, the Lord, in my mind, put me in front of that officer, once again.

 Your right about them not choosing, but only partially. They chose to go whereever God would send them, and He chose who would go where, according to the work He wants accomplished. He knew you before you were in the womb, and He sent you to be the person you are. He didn’t MAKE you the person you are, he sent you to BE the person you are. They didn’t get to choose? What about you? You mean to tell me when the Lord called you in heaven, and you obviously answered, that you told Him, ‘Now, Lord, I’m going down as a white American male, middle class, or I’m not going!’ ARE YOU KIDDING ME!!! No, you did not. Oh, but lucky you! Must have been luck that brought you here, to that position, right? This same God also said He would never put a yoke on you that you could not carry. So, tell me, was it luck – that you weren’t a slave, was it luck – you weren’t a half-breed (your word)!? No, I think it was because YOU could not bear it! I think slavery was something that took a lot of greater men than you to get through, and get over!! Get over the racial issue in your head and get on with whatever it was He called you for, because in spite of all the deception Satan’s got you living in, YOU WERE CALLED! So, hey, step up to the plate.

One last note, for Josh and his friends; your subject was cloning. If a clone lives, God willed it so! Man will NEVER create a soul but, if there is life, God has called another soul, to come and BE that person. And, oh, how we should admire the strength of that one, to be chosen of God, to go through …whatever awaits him, even if it’s just a brief visit to planet earth. I suspect, if it ever happens, he may need all the strength God gives him. I will make clear my stance on the subject, it is absolutely wrong; no way, for no reason should we ever do it! But, this post isn’t about that, it’s about the soul; yours, mine and everyone you ever lay eyes on.

I hope you stop by for of my Lessons from God!.  Thank you bery much.


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What did Jesus write on the ground?

I was sitting here at the desk, commenting on a post at another blog by an obviously very troubled young woman.  During my writing, I had refered to my righteousness post and, it occurred to me, with a clear picture of Jesus knelt down, but rising, that the Hebrews of the day, probably did have the deeper, core understanding of righteousness.  I blinked my eyes and mumbled “what?”  I mean, where did this picture come from, why is it here with this thought?

This happens  often, actually.  Less, now, than before, but that’s my fault.  Haven’t stayed active in talking with the Lord.  I’m trying to improve that, now.  Anyway, before I recognized His being the source of this, mere seconds mind you, I saw Him rise and face a small group of men.  They were looking at the ground, at writing; and I knew then what story I was watching.  Righteousness.  That very well may have been what He wrote on the ground.  I don’t know what the word looks like in Aramaic, but still.  If they had the full understanding of the word, or at least the understanding I will share in the near future, see the inaugural post, it makes complete sense.  They were acting in unrighteousness, in sin.  “Let him who is without sin,” or wishes to commit one thru this unrighteous act, “throw the first stone!”  It doesn’t matter if it was the actual word, it is a great confirmation of the meaning and understanding I have chosen to stand on.  Thank you Jesus for all your teaching, as always. In Jesus Name.

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Posted by on October 15, 2011 in Notes from God


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