12 years ago today.

 

 

  I don't work on February 23rd.  It is my real birthday at least to me. June 3rd 1973 I was physically born. February 23, 2014 I was spiritually reborn. It's not something I asked for, nor did I deserve this day. I have to be transparent and say that every single day I think about this day that happened so many years ago. I do not talk about it a lot. I am not released to do that. Today I am going to. At least a little bit. I feel like it was a thing that was not meant for the world but just for me and it's subsequent outcomes. It was the day that Yeshua, Jesus was revealed to me. I went from a life of religion to a foundation of relationship that day. It is and will absolutely always be the very best day of my life. 

   I am laying there in a chair in my brother's girlfriend's basement. How I got there is another story worthy of telling. Just not right now.  I am so full of sin and denial and being a postcard of being a lost loser. I've got nothing going for me that I can gather. I'm a bum. Worthless. I hated myself that day. I had nothing to offer anyone. I couldn't even feed myself relying on others to care for an able bodied adult. How childish of me.  

  I suddenly began to feel my heart beating out of control. It was not a feeling I can describe. My major arteries in my inner legs were literally moving and I could feel them under duress. This moved into my under arms. I was certain I was having a heart attack. I was instantly worried about my brother finding me dead. It was my biggest concern as to how he could handle this kind of traumatic thing. I felt at peace. I surrendered to the moment. I went blank. 

    The next thing I heard was so simple. It was the sound of a voice spoken once but thousands of times in an instant echo like sound. I was falling into these arms that were not just catching me but holding me.  

"....Believe in me....". It was Jesus. I instantly recognized in that moment that every time in my life I thought I had heard from God was actually Jesus.  I had no idea of His Lordship in my life until that moment. It blew me away. God WAS Jesus. Instant humility was the result. 

   I began to recite these words over and over again. It was such an absolute surreal experience that to even put this moment into words is such an injustice to the reality of what was so real in that moment. It was like being shown a space between heaven and earth. I really am going to stop trying to describe what cannot be understood. I was then shown in a manner a man cannot even begin to describe paint or picture the moments in my life where He who made me was with me.  It was like watching a real movie of my life until that day.

   My father had harshly disciplined me for a thing I did not do. I was so upset. I was around 11 when this happened. I went outside and laid by the corn field in our side yard by a dogwood tree and flipped God the bird and said out loud 'Fuck you Jehovah ...' right to His face. I then heard these words so crystal clear. "DENNY I LOVED YOU THEN" I instantly remember thinking that only my family calls me Denny. It was my real Father talking to me in this place. I was overwhelmed. GOD KNEW MY NAME. After that story after story of the weird times in my life I often thought things could have been exponentially worse, He showed me His hand in those moment in my life I had never forgotten and had always recalled. The amount of gratitude and reverence I felt for his Power cannot be explained in this. At my lowest moments....He was the greatest.  

     

     I awake from this encounter and straight away cannot get enough of God's Word. I cannot pray or cry or love enough. I still today cannot make exact sense of what happened that day. What it has done was fortify the foundation of a living breathing realest relationship with He who molded my bones. It has made me so aware of sin that I can only daily acknowledge my errors and repent. I still fail.  That's what bothers me about myself the most.  Having been given such a gift one would think that I would be nearly sinless. I strive to be without spot today. I am still growing and this never stops. I do not wish it to. I want to be His clay.  This life does not belong to me.

   There was a faithful and obedient servant named Stacey who had a great hand in me hearing and knowing the real gospel and truth that day. A witness of sorts. I cannot thank her enough for her reaching out to me before this day happened. And afterwards. The Body of Christ is a living breathing thing that is a Spirit driven unstoppable force that will one day encompass all things. We cannot wait for that day enough 

   Today I am thankful. I reflect today on His loyalty and faithful nature that cannot be measured. Yah is a rescuer of souls. A life boat and anchor. I know that He knows me. That knowledge is accompanied with great responsibility. A valued purpose. An immeasurable meaning. 

 It is a thankfulness rooted in humility. Thank you Father for saving me. May my life reflect the knowledge of you and the purpose thereof.

  Denny Cooper

Blinders

 

  Satan has blinded the minds of the unbelievers so that the glorious good news about Messiah, who Is the image of God, would not be seen. This is the intent of the enemy. Believe what you want and how you want to and where you want to do it, but do not believe IN Jesus. Yeshua. Why is that so powerful? It's because it both instills power in the seeker while removing power from the one who is seeking to blind it. It doesn't level the playing field friends. It wins the game. 

   I see myself as a foot soldier for Yeshua. I will probably never see crowds around me and I very much want to be nameless and faceless and selfless. Theirin still remains a war that is to be confronted. It is the frustration of when to give someone over to The Lord believing my job has been accomplished. Perhaps that is frustration speaking. Maybe it's the religious background I have dwelling in my memory bank that even has the notion to just give up. I mean really, how long do we have to help someone in Jesus name before we can call one a pearl before swine kind of effort? I'm beginning to believe God is not into unfinished projects. I think about his patience and space He has given me to repent and turn around. I feel like those in my path reflect the man I also once was, and it makes it impossible to just let go of anybody I feel that I am supposed to be helping along the way. I feel it hypocritical to stop until a mission is accomplished. But along this way I can see within those I seek to help be redeemed...blinders.

   There is no doubt that what we face daily is a spiritual battle in a finite physical world. I have to remind myself often that people are not stupid or incoherent, but that they are spiritually blind to the truth. It's not their fault either. The removing of this veil requires a spiritual force to be successful. I know that it did for me. Without God's intervention leading me to Yeshua, Jesus, I would still be as blind as I was in the womb.

  I am thankful today for His guiding light that has lead me from the darkness. It is my prayer that He removes the blinders from anyone that is placed within my path.

May it be so.

  

Finding your purpose in life

   If one would ask me what I was doing and where I was doing it at in the 1990's, my answer would be a guess at best. I call it the blur. The time behind me going much faster than the space ahead of me. In that time there are snippets and blips of things memorable, but most of them to be fair I do not remember. That time in my life was not...memorable. Our forgotten memories are often our friends. I have definitely forgotten more than I have recalled. 

   I spent much of my life living a decent life, but it had no purpose. It had no aim. No goal. No conclusion. Therefore it required no diligence or resolve. The knowledge of having a Father in heaven who literally personally cared about me in a way that I had never been taught or exposed to changed everything. That was on February 23, 2014. I'm telling you right now I've never been the same. Life is not about just me anymore

   That's the day that Purpose found me. Only then could I conclude that I had a purpose. A Spiritual purpose. I was not seeking this, but it had always been reaching out to me. It had been waiting for me to be broken enough to know I needed all put back together. 

  I am not special. I am almost invisible online. I have failed miserably more than I care to share. There are things about me that I cuss word hate. I am not always happy with myself. I am my own worst critic. I let the love of my life slip through my fingers. I hate that about myself. I spend a lot of time alone. I will never have children. I am the black sheep in my family....

....but I am a sheep now. No I did not find a shepherd. The Shepherd found me and His manner of greatness left no doubt about to whom I belong to, and to whom I always have. I reckon to be quite honest. I was not one of the 99. I was the 1 he left the 99 for.

   Our purpose is purposed to us. Along with a calling comes a call to what that purpose is. It is personal individual and vital to the body of Yeshua. This is not a corporate call. It's an individual whisper that when heard I'm telling you, it cannot be denied. You just act upon that notion.  Those in Christ tend to seek and find their position and purpose within His body because that's just what His Spirit does to one. It's much greater than what we can imagine. 

    That's our purpose. 

   

What matters most

    

 I'm fixing to be 52 years old here in a few days. I can't believe I've made it this far physically...all the damned things I've done to this body telling myself it would be alright all in the name of a good time.  Perhaps I've been lucky. That does not outweigh my regret. Trust me there are many times I stare at this reflection and call myself cuss words. I could have done and been, much better. Too late late now. Life is good today nonetheless.

  However, along the way I was rescued. That's the thing about being rescued. Someone else has to do it. There is a recognition from the spiritual that adopts the physical man and says in a place that belongs only to GOD...you belong to me. It probably sounds weird to a physical man. But that's not me anymore. I'll never be the same. I feel like I am 90 percent spiritual and 10 percent physical. A doctor might lock me up for such a notion. But I know better because Yah is real and ALL exists because of him. We are all byproducts of a grand divine plan. That I am even one percent privy to this is the greatest of gifts. Not weird. Does HE not leave the 99...? 

Are you the one?

 

Antoine and I

    

    There was a time where I thought that people hearing from God was absolutely a nonsense, non starter kind of notion. Obviously there are bigger things than small people for a big Father above to worry about. This one thing is something I have been quite wrong about. I'll tell you a story about two sinners who believe now otherwise. Antoine and I. He is my brother now. We have Always been family. 

   So is am at work and I hear The Voice of my Father telling me to approach a new guy at work and ask him if he is a believer. This is a place that His voice is heard inside of a man that only God can access. You can't deny it, you shall listen and obey. So I went ahead and approached Antoine, a once OG and asked him if he believed in the Lord.  Turns out he wasn't just a believer. Antoine was a follower. I was so happy that I had found myself a new member of my family. We became close. That's what God does. His sheep hear His voice and become, one flock.

   Antoine turns out had some weight on his back, prison time hanging over his head. That's a big deal to a free man. To any man. Freedom. As our relationship grew he came to a place where he had to get this weight off of his back. So one day, Antoine made the call and necessary arrangements and turned himself in. And He did. It couldn't have been easy. Sacrificing the temporal for what one knows is eternal. But that's what Antoine did. It was a good day.

   Today was also a good day. I talked to him today as a a free man after many conversations over mail and prison phone time. He got through it. A better man. A more faithful, appreciative and sound of mind and purpose driven kind of man. He has become an anchor now to my own faith, and it's important that he knows that. His faith now strengthening my own. Iron sharpens iron. Brother helping brother. 

   I say all of that to say this. If you ever get the compelling in your spirit to speak about our Father and His Son...do it. For what lies beyond that is a rich reward that will have eternal implications. The name of our Savior is a common bond that cannot be denied or silenced. His name has lasting value to the most unlikely of men. Antoine and I can now speak about this one day where we became brothers forever because of God's supernatural love. 

  Today was a good day. 

My calling and purpose.

   

I thought midlife that having a family and kids and a probably very patient wife was what I wanted from my Father. It's always been my sincere desire to be a dad to kids and a husband to a loving wife. At 51 those days have passed me by like a runaway train. But that is okay. What was more important though was to really know and then fulfill the actual reason I was even born and have made it this far. Nowadays that answer is so clear that it has become my pillow at night. I was born to the service of others. To the most unlikely of those who expect such attention. For I was once such a fellow.

   My money is not mine. Nor is my time. There are times it does seem a burden, but that moment remains such a fleeting notion. What I have been called to do and be is not a decision that is solely mine to make. The value I have found in helping the lowly is a reward that is not even to be spoken of. It is such a private and personal ministry. It is absolutely my calling. There are not any stories I can tell, and there will not be any ribbons with my name upon them, but I am at My Father's service, and I am 100 percent rest assured blessed and beyond belief that someone like me was given such a beautiful purpose. It's like a big secret that exists in my life the thing me and My Father have going on. It's supposed to be that way. I live the most blessed underserved existence I could ever imagine. And it is all between, Him and I. To be able to help somebody besides myself.

  There was a time I was a taker. Yah is a heart changer. I believe that my life will be a living proof of this truth. I bet there are folks that breath their last breath without knowing what they are here for. I lived that way most of my life; aimless. Those days are behind me now, and it's a gift really to know what I am to do and why I am here. For this today, Father I am so very thankful. 

   I am a prodigal son. 

My Birthday

   There is a day that I think about every day. Every single day of my life since that day I always think about this. My turnaround point. February 23, 2014. That is the day I knew that God was personal and not corporate. It changed everything. It still does. Why a sinner like me? 

  Despite me having a Damascus moment, it has taken me such time to be molded in another's image. I still fail, but not as often. Nowadays I much more succeed. Today I want to take a moment and reflect on the patience of Yah. My gratitude extends beyond my reasoning. HIS love has always been exceedingly patient beyond expressing this. I think about the sin I was swimming in years ago when I knew not. Even then His patience was plenty.  I am so grateful now. God's patience is unexplainable. And merciful. It has a fruit bearing purpose. 

   I am now a very simple man. From a  complex and saturated world of everything He brought this man of nothing into something. To be somebody.... somebody small. Who would not be silent and Speak about Him, to the few people in my life that I engage that are also His. That's the purpose instilled within me and His ministry through me. I have no fear. Not to anyone. Not anymore.

  A willingness to be vocal and not silent in the space of sinners and a generation needing to be saved is a great venture. I honestly would not trade my small calling for any other one I could imagine. I feel like I am right where I need to be. Perhaps Yahweh is saving the last of the many through the least of His own. I cannot know His plans

  I can't wait till tomorrow though if that be His will. To see His plans unfold. To see His will be done top to bottom. I am a part of a grand plan despite my smallness. For this, I am on a daily basis thankful

 He loves people through people. 

  

The biggest leap of faith

 Turn off your tv. Get off the Internet. Press into His Word received from above. Trust the still small voice until it becomes a chorus into your soul as loud as can possibly be imagined. Do not trust any relationship not founded upon The Rock. There is a saving salvation, and it is called relationship. HE KNOWS YOU.

Know Him back. On your knees. In your prayers and thoughts. Every single moment know that your greatest cheerleader is also your leader. Your advocate. Your mouthpiece. He leads the way, knows the way and is the way. 

I grew up thinking Yah was up there just waiting for me to screw up. Nothing is further from the truth. HE has been holding my hand this entire time in this thing I call life. There is so much ugly he continues to make beautiful in and about me. I owe him EVERYTHING!

Obey. Submit. Repent. Repeat.

Turn off your tv. Unplug. Recharge. Trust that Holy Spirit that beckons you to His Greatness. It is so good. It is a big leap of faith to say to yourself that all you need is Jesus. If there is more let me know. I am loved and wanted and needed, right where I am today. For this knowledge I am thankful. 

These are the best days of my life.

Exodus

   

    I believe that our Father places thoughts within our hearts. It is the seed and seat of ones motivation. It is not much universal as it is personal. Every morning I read The Word. It's part of my typical day. There is not a day that passes during the week where before I leave my residence I open up The Good  Book that has exposed myself and read me back. I just finished the book of Acts and it was amazing to feel like I was there. The notion was placed upon me to next travel back to the beginning of it all. The book of Exodus. What a story it has been so far.

   I think about thusfar how a man called Moses  had the divine gift to hear from Yahweh, raised by the enemy until He was called to run from his youth into a wilderness and then return to be a salvation to his roots and heritage. I cannot imagine literally audiblly hearing from our Father, and then trying to bargain with Him over semantics. However, Yah understood the man. The purpose and objectives of our Father shall be done. We are ideally powerless, without His power. He was willing to choose someone who needed someone to speak for him. Is that not what we are? Spokesman...

  It brings me a level of comfort to know that Yahweh has not hardened my heart. I have not chosen to listen in as much as He has brought me up to a point where I want and need to hear. I long to hang up on His word. It is a real thing how God chooses things and places and instances in our life where we become humble enough to hear. And to want to do that.

  I was such a stubborn child. Rebellious from birth. I am today very grateful for every difficult place and things I have experienced that has brought me to a place where I long to listen. I'm not proud of myself. I am thankful for God's amazing love. 

   

Take courage

  Goshen, Ohio 2021

    We know how His story ends, for we too are aware and awake to how this all began and why. Life on Earth that is. In my experience that life is much more spiritual than I'd ever imagined. To acknowledge His Spiritual leading is undeniable. It changes everything. A great work our Father does is replacing our fear with His faith. It will make a believer do insane things in Jesus name, for we become courageous. Willing to defend. Able. Ready.

  The turmoil going on in this world is applicable to the spiritual, for war has broken out, not on Earth, but in Heaven. There are physical manifestations to spiritual reality. Our Creator has been challenged. The reason for life is being hijacked by a lie, and this is the spiritual reach and reason of this adversary. Satan is not omnipresent. His Antichrist spirit is alive and well in the highest reaches of every not from God institution. The division has begun, and even godless humans see this. There is a sense or feeling to most that things are changing somehow. Someway.

That is a spiritual thing manifest in a physical world. I am witnessing our Father move mountains today and it doesn't surprise me. That's what He said He would do.

 

  

The gift

 

The things in life that drive us into a corner of fear; these develop courage. The root of faith is acknowledging you once did not believe.  Nobody has ever done anything to deserve to be alive. It's a gift. It's miraculous. 

  That's why faith is a gift. We can develop the courage to be a believer in Jesus, but the reason for that courage is not fully realized until the gift of faith is bestowed upon an unworthy soul. It comes from above. We deserve neither faith nor mercy. Yahweh sent Yeshua to remove the vail that the Law was. The Tutor was fully revealed at Pentecost when faith went from our works to His revealing. It became spiritual. It remains the same.

  The movement of Yah is not gonna be an internet based experience. It's resides apart from natural law. He has Always known us. It becomes the moment and following change that results when we know that HE...has known us all along. 

  I'm not worthy. I am willing. 

The Truth

I was raised in a Jehovah's Witness home. It was what defined my life back then. Being a Jehovah's Witness. I was ashamed of that at times, embarrassed even, no Holidays and being pulled out of school every time those days and times came around; knocking on doors on a Saturday morning in neighborhoods that my peers dwelt in. It made me callous to the adversity that came with that belief. However, I was certain that my folks and by proxy me, were the only ones that had the truth. It was many times worth the struggle and contempt, because when Armageddon came, I would be proved true. All of us Witnesses would. I felt sorry for those that didn't take my Watchtower and Awake magazines. Looking back, I had never been lower, and never more asleep.

  Faith is a gift. That's what the Bible says. Grace, this too is a gift. So is knowing God personally. Just ask Peter. He never believed that Jesus was Messiah until Yahweh personally told him. Look It up for yourself. Faith and belief is not a birthright. It's not a physical knock on your front door. It's spiritual and exists outside ANY religion. It changes your heart and therefore it changes everything else about you. It's not a religion you have to belong to. It is a relationship you are invited into. On February 23, 2014, I accepted that invite. How could I not!!! His voice inside my being surpassed every belief I ever believed that up till then. I can no longer be silent about this. 

It turned out to be a relationship. I was so wrong.  I knocked on 1 million doors and heard no! He knocked on my door and yes was the only answer I could muster. It's been the same ever since.

  I am no longer tossed about the waves of the sea we live upon. I have always had a Rock. If this world ended today, I am not afraid. I KNOW HE KNOWS ME, and that for me is enough. It always will be. For relationship will always trump any religion. You cannot unknow this. JESUS is the Way and The Truth and The Life and no man can saw asunder this reality. I cannot deny Him. I can deny everything else in my life but that. That's what The Truth does. It exposes every lie, therefore conforming you to truth. I am so grateful, and very very unworthy of this. Like I'm on a watchtower, I am now awake. So are many like me. I am not special. 

  I am now shunned and distanced from most of my immediate family. It's not really a big deal to me because of that knocking on my door that I answered trumps decades of indoctrination and deception. One second in Yahweh's presence exposes everything right from left. I now pray for them. It's not a choice I made, it's one they made when one trusts man over God. Period.

 It's not thier fault though. Like Jehovah said; faith was a gift, and that faith is only through His Son. We are no longer a slave to religion, but a servant unto our Messiah Savior Redeemer Rescuer Truth Love Life Way and eternal salvation always. God's word in Jesus. No scripture says otherwise.

'...I came to divide Father against Son, mother against daughter...'  Jesus said that. Not Jehovah. 'You will be witnesses of me..." Jesus said that too. Whose voice will we hear that will awaken all alseep in death, commanding us to rise? Who has now all authority over all things? Why should ALL honor the Father as they do the Son? I am quoting scripture here. Who has the name above all names? Who is going to Judge you? Whose kingdom is to come? Who died for you and yet lives? 

Religion is the hands of earth reaching into the heavens. Relationship is the hands of God, reaching out to you. 

Joe

   

   I have a story to tell you. It's not a fable. It's reality. This really happened.  I could never forget this or make this up. I would beg anyone to respond in kind as to how God, Jehovah; Yahweh Himself, would ever reach down and help the little ones in this world. The truth is, He does. He did. I have proof. I am not lying. This is a true story. 

 I've never shared this publicly.  But it's time. The time is at hand to start proclaiming.  It's time to let His glory and reach be known to people. There is God, and He really cares about us individually.

  For me to lie about this...What a sin that would be!!! It would be spitting in God's face using His crown for my glory. May that never be so! What I'm about to share is meant to touch perhaps just one soul whose world it shakes. It's time to be bold and declare His goodness in this dying world.

  On February 23rd, 2014 my life changed.  Drastically. Upside down. Inside out. It's an entirely different conversation. In my head that is my pivot moment. My real birthday. I knew that GOD was real that day. It's hands down the single biggest moment in my life. Period. It changed every thought since.

Fast forward a year and I am walking to my apartment from the parking lot and I hear clearly, in my heart soul and mind this: 'Go and give Joe all your money.' It was Yahweh's voice and that voice is Yeshua, Jesus.  It speaks in a place that only he can access. It is very real. I knew how much I had on me, 500 bucks exactly. Just pulled it out of the bank. I totally ignored His voice and proceeded to my apartment where I find myself in a real debate with myself and my Father above.  Joe was an addict, I figured what would happen if I gave him that kind of money. 

I was so wrong.

   So I decide to cave, to give in, for I am at this point 1000 percent certain I have to do this. It's not a choice now. It's a mission. I walk across the courtyard and make my way to Joe's apartment and knock on his door.

  So I really didn't know what to say, so I just got out the money out of my pocket and gave it to Joe and told him quite deliberately that God asked me to come over and give him this. 'This money is not from me Joe bc I would just not do this...God wants you to have this. He loves you...' His response is one of those moments that a man could never forget. It will always be a marker in my life. Joe said straight away NO, he couldn't take it. He just couldn't believe it. He said there was no way he could take it. Then he could hardly even contain himself as he reached out. Like Joe was gonna buckle to the floor. It effected me greatly to see this kind of emotion on a guy I'd spoken to maybe 3 times in my life. I had never witnessed this kind of appreciation before. I felt so small.

  Joe looked at me when he composed himself and said that he literally just prayed right there a moment ago before I knocked on his door,  that there would be some kind of miracle, bc he needed tires and glasses so bad that he was about to sell his car to buy glasses. Thats where he was in life that day. Broke and broken. He was such a mess. He was trembling and visibly shaken. In absolute disbelief.

 So was I. I got to witness a modern day miracle that day. He is no longer an addict. He stopped using opiates that month. He recovered. He got new glasses and tires and turned his entire life around. It was such a good day for us all.

  It may sound way way out there that GOD talks to people. He certainly does. This really happened. It didn't take a religion or a church or doctrine and tradition to see this happen. What it took was God speaking and people listening. My history is shattered and torn enough to have seen myself in Joe. It didn't take much courage to approach Joe. It took faith. Walking off that place of comfort and believing there is a great purpose from above residing in oneself that is Christ in you. 

  Today my continued and often prayed prayer is for moments like this to again be presented to me where I can be sent for a reason to a place of divine purpose. Even in clay earthen vessels, Yahweh has a purpose. I am living proof that this notion is true. God's greatness will Always exceed my humility. He is the most amazing reality for the lost and broken. I am so very thankful the day I gave Joe that money. It mattered on a scale beyond my reasoning. I'm absolutley not worthy. But I am, willing.

  

  

Little things.

 

This was my daddy's knife. It's still not mine really. If someone asks me if it's my knife I say no...this was my dad's knife. Automatically. It will never be my knife. It will always be his. It will always be everything about him. Simple. Reliable. Timeless. 

He may as well left me a million dollars. I wouldn't take that much for it I promise on my mom. What my dad left me was priceless. I got to pick it out. I knew it was a good one he liked. A Case 2 blade 22087 made in the USA. Therefore it became the one I loved.

This knife of his I take care of is a blade that cuts to the marrow like a razor to the memories I carry along with me today. Not the regrets, but the good things. Times wears away bitterness like water on smooth river stones I believe. It becomes such a beautiful sound. 

Anyway, this is my dad's knife.

Logos

      

It is impossible to discern the voice and truth of Yahweh without Yeshua. For He is the Logos. The means of creation. And communication. We pray to Yahweh, but only through His Son.  Without Yahweh's voice, His Logos, all we see would not exist, for by His VOICE, the worlds were created. ALL authority had been handed to Yeshua because now, the Word of God had been spoken. Everything He spoke either has, or will come to pass. Why? It's already been spoken. It's already been accomplished. Our calling to Yeshua is rooted into the very last words He spoke before His death. You see, still, it was God's voice the world was hearing. His death still speaks life. 

Nothing can replace personal connection with God. When we hear His voice, the Son Yeshua is revealed. It changes everything inside of you. It cannot be denied. When the voice that created you, speaks to you, it rebirths yet another new creation. 

Father, forgive them, for they know not  what they do do...

It has been accomplished...

All can be forgiven. All can be accomplished. 

Pray. Repent. Repeat. 

Little sayings.

It's always possible to be kind to others. 

Moms are to life as spice is to food. 

You will probably forgive everyone for everything but find the hardest notion to be forgiving yourself for everything you've done to everyone else. 

I wish I would have taken more pictures when I was a kid. Of everything. I miss seeing myself when I was innocent.

Nobody is born without a purpose. Period. Everyone I really know matters.

Everyone ever born able minded to do so has pondered all that is, God. Was I really created? Why am I here? Life is too amazing not too. 

Dad's are way under rated. I'm not even a dad. Just an observation. 

The first kiss in your life is probably the best one, and the worst one. 

I believe most people are not prejudice. I personally do not know one actual racist person in my life today. 

Religion will be replaced by relationship. That's when this world will end.

Kids need to play in the dirt again.

If you have never been to Colorado,  go.

The further you distance yourself from politics, the better off you are. Change starts in your own backyard.

My fear of the Bermuda triangle has diminished drastically since my youth. 

For several years in the late 70's,  I was afraid if I crossed my eyes they would get stuck that way.  My mom was incorrect. I crossed them in defiance one day until I got nothing but a headache. Nothing!

Hugs are the best medicine ever. I believe they are from and of God himself. Just like Moms.

 

Life was better before the internet. It will be better when we are without it. 

I remember when French kissing was basically losing your virginity. 

A man's reaction to a hungry lion and an angry wasp are ideally the same.

The mirror is your own judge and your jury. Stop staring.

Moderation is key. Too much of anything means less of something else. 

Pray. Be thankful. Repent. Repeat. 

 

 

The Storms ahead.

The coming storm. 

Worship is available in the palm of your hand today. Self seems to be the new god. I see a modern collective of self lovers with posts and pages in search of clicks and likes for validation eradicating all that is humble in this world.

  I prefer the pre internet world, when the acquisition of knowledge was a respected familial tradition. I wonder how many birds and bees moments happen at the dinner table in kind nowadays. I wonder how parents are attempting to manifest morality in a godless world versus the mighty smart phone and its borderless morals.

I fear for children now more than any time in human history. My prayer is that Yeshua may strengthen believing parents against the storms upon thier kids. Its going to be biblical. Mystery Babylon is bigger than you think.

Modern day Prophets

   

 I will admit I have been over the last year reading these 'Word from the Lord' prophets and watchmen, delivering radical, believable words on YouTube and Z3 News; there are many sources. At the end of the day, every one emphatically claimed that Trump would win. All but one that I know of: He's not an American. A one Dana Coverstone went viral over his calender dream with over 10 million views in a short time.  Millions of Christians hanging on that word from those videos on a now monetized channel. None came to pass. The modern day prophets are almost always, self proclaimed. This is treacherous ground to walk upon, So saith the LORD. This brings another reality we must consider:

What if these believers are being pursued by another real spirit? One that went out into the World when Yeshua walked on this rock. I do not doubt that many dreams ones are having are real. However, if they are in reality deceiving others, from what origin is the lie born? Does our enemy have access to the place where Yah too, speaks to people?

I've wondered on this before from reading 2 Thessalonians 2:3-4

3 Let no man deceive you by any means: for that day shall not come, except there come a falling away first, and that man of sin be revealed, the son of perdition;

4 Who opposeth and exalteth himself above all that is called God, or that is worshipped; so that he as God sitteth in the temple of God, shewing himself that he is God.

  We are the temple of God. PEOPLE are God's temple. I believe that our Enemy is misleading the flock from within. He is mimicking the Holy Spirit. I say this because either thousands of self proclaimed, Jesus believing prophet's and dreamers are totally making up what they are saying for kicks, or they are hearing from another spirit that has gone out to decieve those seeking Truth.

Prophets should be saying get on your dirty knees in Holy Repentance. Pray. Fast. Seek. Read His Word. Torah!  However, today they are politically inclined, fear porn driven, clickbait oriented peddlers and to be quite frank it really pisses me off. They so often mislead those coming to Christ or those new to His Word and seeking answers. It shouldn't bother me so much but I see right through it. 

This year I am turning my phone off Friday night till Sunday night. No Internet prophets. Limited News and media. I am certain all of that utter noise and distraction drowns out when I Need to hear from My Father. I want and need to draw so close To Yeshua that I could hear Him whisper my name in a thunderstorm. May it be so.

One day at a time

I spent way too much of my time historically not living and breathing, one day at a time. Distraction tends to be in the distance, and to lend our eyes towards tomorrow's worries is not a walk of faith. Its a walk of worry. I know this from a deeply personal place. The faith of the saints is...patience. One day at a time.

  To give worry credibility is to weaken our opportunity to bring hope to others. Is not worry, a place where failure resides? My life changes in Yeshua when I can relax in His promises, keep my eyes simple. And keeping our eye simple is more than material. It is mental as well. Distraction ideally is all things not of Yah. To place one foot in front of the other is to follow as an innocent child,   waiting upon the leadings of our Lord. If the Father who we walk besides begs us to not run ahead of Him; who are we to be impatient about His purpose? Worry is running ahead of someone who definitely knows better than we when they have already ran the course. Be still. Know, He Is Yahweh!

  One day at a time. Focus on opportunities to reveal our Savior to those placed in our footsteps. In our literal footpaths in life. This is how God I believe, tends to work. At a store. A homeless man. Acts of kindness done in private. 

Many people I know who are really in love with Jesus Christ, Yeshua, Yah Almighty and belong to Him are oddly walking type of people. Hikers. Trailblazers. Outdoor folks. Out in the woods or on any path, by a lake or on a creek, in deep appreciation our Father in our lives, one step at a time. Thats where He finds so many, out in the wilderness.

Over 2000 years ago, today

   This time over 2000 years ago, the savior of mankind was letting His disciples, His believers know that it was nearing the time of His death, so that we might have life. Tomorrow night at sundown to be exact; Nisan 14.

  In these days, that is all that matters. What was done for us, and Who done this merciful loving thing. Jesus. Yeshua. God with us.

  Let that be our center and our circle. Turn the TV off and praise Him and remember Him as we are commanded. He took away the sins of the world. He died a terrible death. He arose on the 3rd day. He came and saw and conquored.

  This house is not our home.