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mary — Sun, 22 May 2011 11:26:31 +0000

harold camping is an idiot

The Vision

mary — Thu, 26 Mar 2009 18:30:58 +0000

So this guy comes up to me and says, “What’s the vision? What’s the big idea?” I open up my mouth and the words come out like this… The vision? The vision is Jesus: Obsessively, dangerously, undeniably Jesus. The vision is of an army of young people. You see bones? I see an army. And they are free from materialism— They laugh at nine-to-five little prisons. They could eat caviar on Monday and crusts on Tuesday. They wouldn’t even notice. They know the meaning of the Matrix, the way the West was won. They are mobile like the wind. They belong to the nations.They need no passport. People write their addresses in pencil and wonder at their strange existence. They are free yet they are slaves of the hurting, dirty and dying. What is the vision? The vision is holiness that hurts the eyes. It makes children laugh and adults angry. It gave up the game of minimal integrity long ago to reach for the stars. It scorns the good and strains for the best. It is dangerously pure. Light flickers from every secret motive, from every conversation. It loves people away from their suicide leaps—their Satan games. This is an army that would lay down its life for the cause. A million times a day, its soldiers choose to lose that they might one day win the great “well done” of faithful sons and daughters. Such heroes are as radical on Monday morning as Sunday night. They don’t need fame from names. Instead they grin quietly upwards and hear the crowds chanting again and again: “COME ON!” And this is the sound of the underground, the whisper of history in the making, foundations shaking, revolutionaries dreaming once again. Mystery is scheming in whispers, conspiracy is breathing… This is the sound of the underground. And the army is disciple(in)ed— Young people who beat their bodies into submission. Every soldier would take a bullet for his comrade at arms. The tattoo on their back boasts “for me to live is Christ and to die is gain.” Sacrifice fuels the fire of victory in their upward eyes. Winners. Martyrs. Who can stop them? Can hormones hold them back? Can failure succeed? Can fear scare them or death kill them? And the generation prays like a dying man with groans beyond talking, with warrior cries, sulfuric tears and great barrow loads of laughter! Waiting. Watching. 24-7-365. Whatever it takes they will give: Breaking the rules, Shaking mediocrity from its cozy little hide, Laying down their rights and their precious little wrongs, Laughing at labels, Fasting essentials. The advertisers cannot mold them. Peer-pressure is powerless to shake their resolve at late-night parties before the cockerel cries. They are incredibly cool, dangerously attractive on the inside. On the outside? They hardly care! They wear clothes like costumes: to communicate and celebrate, but never to hide. Would they surrender their image or their popularity? They would lay down their lives, swap seats with the man on death row, guilty as hell: a throne of an electric chair. With blood and sweat and many tears, with sleepless nights and fruitless days, they pray as if it all depends on God and live as though it all depends on them. Their DNA chooses Jesus. He breathes out. They breathe in. Their subconscious sings. They had a blood transfusion with Jesus. Their words make demons scream in shopping malls. Don’t you hear them coming? Herald the weirdoes! Summon the losers and the freaks. Here come the frightened and forgotten with fire in their eyes! They walk tall and trees applaud. Skyscrapers bow. Mountains are dwarfed by these children of another dimension. Their prayers summon the hounds of Heaven and evoke the dream of Eden. And, this vision will be. It will come to pass. It will come easily. It will come soon. How do I know? Because, this is the longing of creation itself, the groaning of the Spirit, the very dream of God. My tomorrow is His today. My distant hope is His 3-D. And, my feeble, whispered, faithless prayer invokes a thunderous, resounding, bone-shaking, great “AMEN!” from countless angels, from heroes of the faith, from Christ himself. And He is the original dreamer, the ultimate winner. Guaranteed. -Pete Grieg

The Heart of a Child

mary — Fri, 17 Oct 2008 13:05:39 +0000

The world is still so blurry. She knew that there are many things to learn and see. The one thing she did not realize is what her mother did see in her. I did not believe that she was a girl up until the very minute she was born and I saw for myself. Still, when she was born, there was something about her. Her daddy was the first to hold her, embrace her. A few minutes later, when she was carefully handed to me for the first time, she made a strange growling sound, as though she just wanted to be held by him. I stared at her for days. This child that came from my womb looked different than my first. On the outside, she looked like one of those angelic looking people from the paintings of Leonardo DaVinci, which was strange enough. Her mother could see the outside difference, but still there was something on the inside I could not identify. She grew fast. Her head full of dark hair quickly turned into wavy blonde hair flowing down her back at only the age of two. She grew fast for her age, and her soul did too. Things came to her easily and naturally. She was content to play by herself, but also had a mischievous side. Deep thoughts ran through her head all the time. This was natural since this was the way she had been made, never realizing she pondered on things most adults never even come to realize. Here is one of the things I want you to know, names are of great importance. Her first name, Savannah, which means large grassy plain, was just pretty to us, and did not seem to have much significance. But, we ended up nick naming her Nana, because her brother could not pronounce her name right. Nana can have two meanings: Yaweh is gracious, and vegetables or greens, which of course represents life. Her name can also be traced back to mean “favor” or “grace.” The most significant part is her middle name, Amber, which is the color that represents the Glory of God. She is never aware of any of this since she is only four years old. A name is important. It can prophecy a person’s future, it can be a literal prophetic meaning in their life. So it was with her. She often played by herself, while her brother was at school. She would come into my room, and tell me things Jesus said. See, Jesus came to see her. Since Jesus is Lord, I guess she assumes everyone sees him and talks to him regularly, not knowing that what is happening is out of the ordinary. Jesus would even feed her french fries, how funny is that? She says he is so pretty and nice. He sits and plays with her. I know, surely the Glory of God is on her life. She was singing the song she has been into lately. “I can hear the rhythm of the Lion of the Tribe Of Judah.” Over and over she sang those words, and danced to the warring music. I watched her, and realized her dance was not of her. She was moving so gracefully and doing these strange hand motions that surely she could not come up with herself. I believe she was dancing before him, lost in a different realm, worshiping him. She, this little life, was dancing before her father, the Spirit leading and guiding her steps. Oh the Glory it did bring! I know the Glory is on her very life. What will become of her? What will she do? What is she destined for? This life is not yet consumed with the world, but of heaven. It dances with her. She is in two dimensions at once. I pray that she stays there. If we can just be quiet and listen to His rhythm, could we hear it too? Could our steps be taken over like hers? How can someone so little accomplish so much. “The way to the Kingdom is that of a little child.” Can an adult really learn such life changing lessons from them? I am constantly in search of him, and she is constantly living with him, interacting with him. Why do we not see? He is here, and he is waiting. Let’s be more like her, go to him with the heart of a little child. Lets dance with him, and get lost.

Happiness

mary — Thu, 25 Sep 2008 13:15:27 +0000

Happiness is not a feeling, but a choice. Your life is your life. No one else is living it, but you. We can say all we want that we are not happy because of him or her, but in reality that is a BIG lie, and if we think about it we know it. When someone hurts you, they go on about their business without a care, and you are the one miserable driving yourself crazy. You are not hurting anybody but yourself when you hold onto anger, hurt, unforgiveness, etc. You CAN choose to be happy, no matter your circumstance. If you let others control the way you feel by what they do, then you are living a life that doesn’t belong to you. You are being held in invisible chains, in the past. God gave us free will, and people can and will hurt you, but if you will let that go, and choose to be happy anyway, God will take the most awful things that have happened to you, and turn your life into something beautiful. See, we have free will to mess up whatever we want, but when we hand over our free will, realizing that we don’t know what’s best for us, and give it all to the one who does, he will take it and turn it into a beautiful garden. Jesus gave up his life on his own free will so that we may be able to do the same. That means that no longer are we obligated to respond to things the way that we naturally would, because we are no longer in control. If we recieve his love and goodness into our lives, we become changed. We Know Him, and know that we are deeply loved, and we walk in that love. Before long, we no longer live by our emotions, we live by truth, the truth always sets you free. There is only one truth, HIM, if we seek him above anything else, the best we can, our lives become transformed into the truth. It seems complicated, but it’s not. You are alive, he put you together in your mother’s womb, made you the way he wanted, and gave you an eternal gift that you are free to take or reject. If you reject it, you will always have a void, a hole in the pit of your heart, never being filled no matter how you try to fill it. If you recieve it, and learn to have a relationship with him, learn that you are a child of the most high God, and that he has a great purpose and plan for you, know that he loves you, created you to be loved by him, and him by you, your life will become meaningful, filled beyond measure with purpose, happiness, and love. You will be one of the few who knows TRUE happiness, and your life will be great, beyond anything you could ever imagine. Why do we so often reject the greatest gift ever given, the one we are searching for but have been so blinded by false rules and religion we don’t even see that it is such a great gift. We often just see boring religion, a bunch of rules. That was not the way he wants it, it’s not about rules, it’s about your heart and your willingness to hand it over to the greatest lover in this world

A Thousand Times

mary — Tue, 23 Sep 2008 15:28:02 +0000

I have awoke from sleep a thousand times.

I have put on my shoes a thousand times.

I have been to school a thousand times.

I have been to church a thousand times.

I have been to the store a thousand times.

I have smelled flowers a thousand times.

I have done so many things in my so few years.

But how many times have I healed the sick?

How many times have I raised the dead?

How many times have I stopped suicide?

How many times have I stopped abortion?

How many times have I been there?

How many times have I been brave enough?

Strong enough?

Loving enough?

Not nearly as much as the things I have done a thousand times.

I can get up every morning and easily say I do the right thing. I take care of my kids, I am a good wife. I am a good person, but is that all I really want?

No, I won’t settle for that. That’s a life of mediocrity. Yes I do do things I should, but what about the things I am not doing? The things that require effort, integrity, courage?

Do those things not matter? We are in a lost dying world, how can we settle? We go day after day focusing on ourselves, when there is a whole other battle to fight.

I declare in my lifetime, I will be all that I was made to be.

I will move mountains.

I will head the sick.

I will raise the dead.

I will rise up and be victorious.

I will recieve and walk in my full inheritance that has already been given to me.

These things I will also do…..a thousand times.

Deep Within

mary — Mon, 22 Sep 2008 13:56:16 +0000

I do not live in this world.

I am a stranger to this land.

I wait patiently for the one who comes and puts joy in my heart.

A fire churns in my belly.

I feel the warmth on my face.

His light is shining on me, resting on me.

He longs to be with me, embrace me.

No deeper intimacy could a human give, only he can love like this.

My heart is a deep pool, waves crashing to the rim and spilling over and running through me.

Then out of my heart, his heart becomes known.

He deeply desires to consume us all, his creation, his precious little ones.

Oh, there is more, there is so much more.

More to come, more to know, more to see, more to feel, more to love.

His love is an unending love, it swirls everywhere, willing to come into whomever invites it.

His eyes wonder to and fro, searching constantly for those who will welcome his embrace.

Do you know of this lover?

He comes quietly, gently, when you least expect it.

So softly that you can miss it if you’re not careful.

His love is beyond any love you have ever known.

Magical.

He rides with the wind, blowing past your face whispering ever so softly, “Surrender your heart, and I will show you things you have never known before.”

His grace and his beauty is beyond measure.

Do you know him?

He longs for you, calls for you, his passion for you burns in his sharp piercing eyes.

His hands long to touch your face, and take you with him.

He waits to tell you of the kingdom inside you that is hidden so deep.

Walk the mountains with you.

Show you this place of rest.

This place of hiding.

Will you go?

In the deepest shadows, there is light, a light that is covered.

When this light is let out it shines brighter than the sun.

It has been hidden for a long time, but now is the time for it to come forth.

Destiny is calling, oh, who will answer this call?

How very few answer, how very few see, now is the time, who will take this walk with me?

mary — Tue, 22 Jul 2008 02:43:54 +0000

God rewards those who diligently seeek him.

Inside

mary — Sat, 28 Jun 2008 17:03:44 +0000

Inside

Inside of me, a beautiful, mystical, wondrous world.
A deep, hidden universe.
Miles and miles of rainbow seas of glass.
Radiant meadows overflowing with diamond shaped flowers.
Luscious fruit bearing trees.
The sky sprays rose petals of all colors.
Majestic mountains that seem trasparent, drifting on into eternity, so carefully structured.
Starry gems in the deepest blue of the night sky.
Beyond the torn veil, a glorious throne,
emeralds are seen around His head.
The most beautiful stones of amber, amethyst, rubies, sapphires.
There is no place on earth like his dwelling place, Inside me.

Passion

mary — Sat, 28 Jun 2008 04:14:44 +0000

Passion. What is it? How much does it matter? Does your passion have enough drive? My passion is truth. I believe that what I believe is the truth. I believe it wholeheartedly. Whenever I get the chance to share with someone the truth, nothing else matters. I am totally and completely absorbed into the conversation. There are not many who have heard the things I tell. Most people, around here anyway, never think outside the box. I love the movie Braveheart, Last of the Mohicans, Amazing Grace, etc. I never put much thought in it as to why I loved those kinds of movies so much. It’s the passion in them. Where that sort of passion is, my heart is. I’ve always believed that the impossible exists, I still do, with all my heart. When I was a kid, even though I was never shown the things I know now, I was looking for them. There was a fire burning in my heart back then, even though I didn’t have a clue what it was all about. I have been constantly searching, looking for something impossible, my whole life. Do we all do that? Is that what life is? The people that give up and stop searching make it clear to me that a life with out passion, a life without hope, is a life not worth living. Why did Jesus say so many times, “if you only believe”? Where has belief gone? Why does it seem to get lost? We have riches and beauty at our fingertips, and we do not believe. He is life, he is everthing, but we do not believe. Why? Why is it so impossible to just believe? Have you ever thought about the things he has said? A lot of the things he says is impossible. Deep down do we believe it is just a story book? Why do we read the words as if they are no big deal? See, I realized that we are to take him literally. He meant what he said. Men mess everything up. We will only give God so much credit and then stop. He is my passion. Him and his truth, He is the truth. Seek ye first the kingdom of God…that’s all it takes. If we were to seek him above all else, above all else, all the other things would be added to us. Seems pretty simple, but it’s not. We have been trapped in this flesh for so long, it seems impossible to get out. We don’t know what are spirit man is capable of. My passion, burns bright inside me, but it seems that it gets harder to move on on the outside. Why? It sure is a fight, and I know without a doubt that it’s worth it. and I believe the impossible, that I will get to that place one day. My goal is to press on, keep on fighting, keep on believing, keep that passion burning brightly, that I may see the God’s Glory manifested in my life. We were made to believe the impossible.

FAITH

mary — Wed, 11 Jun 2008 06:23:05 +0000

People keep trying to get me to question my faith. I believe, no, I know that I have built my faith on the rock. He is the rock, he is the only way, Him Himself, no other way. We can replace it with whatever but it will turn out to be a dead end road. He is all there is. He is the same as he was 2,000 years ago. The same way Peter knew him which was not by flesh and blood, but by the father showing him is still available to us today. Even if we walked with the person in the flesh Jesus, we still might not know him. Knowing him comes by revelation, acknowleding him, and confessing him. If we look for him and listen to his words, he will come and live with us. There is no end in him, he is eternal life. I know my God, my Savior. I know he wants great things for us, we have an inheritance available to us now, but when will we realize and reach for it? Some never will, apparently most never will. It is so worth it. I adore you Jesus. He is so awesome and mighty and powerful! I will until I breathe my last breath seek after him, nothing man says will affect me. Our knowledge is not his knowledge. I follow him. I will grasp all I can what he has for me. The truth burns inside me, why do I let people try to tempt me into doubting? I know the truth, when I became born again he came into me. JESUS is what it is all about, the reason I’m here. Who cares what anyone else thinks? I don’t. He is my rock, my refuge, my fortress, my God, in him and him alone I will place my trust. My full trust about ALL things. No matter what happens, through any fiery trial, I will trust him. I give it all to the King of Kings.