One Man's Perspective on Spiritual Warfare

    

     There is a young boy who attends our church with his mother and sister. This boy has been kicked out of several schools for threatening behavior, some episodes which ended with a visit to the hospital. He is the kindest most well behaved boy I have ever met, but then a darkness comes over him, he goes for blood. He has threatened to kill his mother, sister, and several others, and has attempted to do so on more than one occasion. In these episodes he speaks with the vocabulary and grammar of a grown man.
     Many in our church fear for their own safety. However, I am more concerned with his. This is not the behavior of a child. This is demonic possession.

A Time of New Beginning and Reflection - written to the 2012 graduates of Ashford High School and now to YOU

 This is a time of new beginnings and reflection for all of us.

      We now have the chance to look back at how we got here, the mistakes we made, the influences that shaped our lives, and who we've become; thoughts, habits, standards, beliefs, character, and all.  But in our reflection we should not look for a scapegoat or a party to blame for our downfalls. Instead we should take responsibility for what we all have done.  Though other parties played a role in our resolution to make the mistakes we've made, they are still our own.
      We have now been given an opportunity to decide our future and the influences we are exposed to.  Shaping the future is not just the career chosen but also people, media, education, political influences, and religious beliefs chosen as well.  We are the adults now.  Whether we are aware of it or not, we we are a model of society and an example of how to live for the generation to come.  The next generation will look at us all for answers and influence, and it may not be with a single spoken word. whether we carry on a family name or not, our lineage will live on though those we come in contact with.
      This is our time to reflect and plan the face we will give to our world.  Each and every one of us has a vote.  Our future is not our own, though we call it such.
     We are unaware of the untouched shores the ripples we produce will hit.  How the waves will touch the beaches is a direct consequence of how the ripples of all the stones thrown into the water coincide.  Our stones will influence more land than those which have already sunk to the ocean's floor.  With every new stone, the water rises.  We cannot change the influence of past stones, but our influence will cover their mistakes.

Fast Fed Kids Get Hick-ups

During so many praise concerts, sermons, classes, study groups, and revivals that I have been to, the speaker will ask anyone who wants to give their life to Christ to repeat a prayer after them without any definition of "Savior", "repentance", or "Christian." They leave without any direction for their viewers, without instruction on what to do afterward. 
I fear if I had not grown up in such a loving Christ filled home that the idea of an "all-powerful Heavenly Father" would turn me off to the whole Christian faith if I had a father at home who beat me or who selfishly abandoned me.  I might think the idea of "peace toward man" is a fairytale for those who never have had to fight for what they have or protect, a mere tool that others have used in the past to get what they want from me. I may think that "repentance" is just another word for sorry or that "right" is a variable term. I would say to myself, "Eternal life? But i can hardly bear the short life I'm given."
We are in trouble, Church. We wonder why strangers and even our close friends don't listen and understand. We wonder how they can't comprehend.
Think about yourself for a minute. How much had to be explained to to each of us before we understood "eternity","love","peace", "joy", "redemption", "salvation", "Heavenly Father", The Word", "Eternal life". Did we not first have to be spoon fed? We people of the church still can't grasp the magnitude of God and the depths of His love; yet we try to explain Him, in less than an hour, to a multitude of teens who have grown up in a perverse, sinful, Godless world, the likes of which the prophets would have shuttered at the sight of. God cannot be condensed. If we rush God, then we can only expect those who hear us to do the same. We move our relationship with God to a small contained 10 minutes at the end of the service. Our listeners will do the same in their daily lives.
G.O.D. DOES NOT WORK IN OUR TIME. WE WORK IN H.I.S.

Woe of the Farmhand

My Place of Wonder

  GOD is AWESOME!

      This is one of my favorite places to go in order to draw, read, think, or write. I've seen this scene so many times, yet still I marvel at it's beauty. You may look at this picture and see nothing special, just muddy water and trees, but I see an escape, a paradise. This is where I escape life's worries and distractions. This is where I meet God.

    As I sit and watch the turtles play, hear the trees whistle, and smell the pleasing scents of nature in the spring, I think of the God who made these things. Did he create this scene for me, knowing I would some day come here to meet Him? If a tree falls in the woods, and no one is  around, who hears it? 

     It blows my mind when I imagine how infinitely miniscule we are, but God loves us. Like the trees one can walk through life never being noticed and appreciated for how beautiful they are. God cared enough to make each tree in the forest. How could we possibly imagine we are a mistake? We sit here in the balance between two infinities. 

     The universe is too big for us to wrap our minds around. We could never imagine the whole picture, as we are a part of it. The Earth is but a speck in the grand design, but as what lies in front of us and directly affects us, it is our universe.

     The microscopic world, likewise is infinite. Each time we think that we have found the basic building blocks of the material world, we dig a little deeper to find a whole new world on the tip of our pen. We go on living unaware and unconcerned with this world. We are so proud to think we are the Gods of the micro-verse. 

     We are here dangling in the wind. I don't need faith to believe in God, but to think this was all an accident, your imagination is greater than mine my friend.

Cunning of Man

 

THE CUNNING OF MAN SHALL NOT EVADE THE INEVIT'

THE LOVING ARE BRAVE AND ALL LIFE IS EVANESCENT

The Burden of a Cliff

 

Does anyone feel the way I feel,

A cliff to hold the heavy land
To work and strive for another's will,

Separated from sea by sand

Here I stand, watch the waves dance and play 
No mind paid me as each day pass

So free and upon the beach they lay, 
Careless mingle and others cast

Oh, if a wave, not bound by this stone,

Free of which task imprison me
Now and ever I stand here all alone 

Never will they and I become we

That's what I wish, cut off, let me sink

All I want are waves of my own

And meet a cliff, to me be no link

Yet here, indeed my seed is sown,