Just Know

Just know that God is God

The answer to all questions great and small

It is truly not odd

He knows before you ask questions few or all

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I have one thing to impress this evening. Know that God is. He just is. He has no beginning nor end. He just simply is. He doesn’t live in time. To sit and consider this is infinitesimal from the greatest to the smallest.

To imagine the expanse of God think about something I have many times thought about with amazement.

Space. Outer Space. It has no end. It goes on forever and ever. Have you at anytime in your life just thought about that? Better yet, have you ever considered that IF there IS an end to space. . .what is on the other side of it? Studies have thought that space is layered or parallel. Theories abound. I’m not going to be exhaustive. Just a little something to provoke thought.

But God is similar. He has not beginning nor end. He is ageless. Whatever you need or can even imagine to want can be found in Him.

So why do we fret so? Do we want to hang on to our insecurities when the answer is right in front on us all the time? Why?

Getting old in body only unfolds a new dimension of thought for me. My mind has not aged, yet my body ages and wrinkles. Skin tone changes, yet I can look into my eyes in a mirror and I still see the real me inside. You know the eyes are the windows of the soul. Just know your spirit lives inside there too.

I’m tired. It’s been a long day, but I felt to sit down for a moment and write this little something.

I urge you to think about God. Meditate on Him. Not just this moment, but all the time. I’ve found great solace as I think on my Father. Not only that, but to pray as well. Or in my modern day term – converse. God does talk back to me. I just need to stop a moment and He will talk to me. How about you? Do you talk to God and He to you?

Just know you can. Get to know Him. He has all the answers to your questions. You need only ask.

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God’s Guidance

I’m sure in your lifetime you have heard God speak to you. You may or may not have known

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who it was speaking, but I feel pretty certain most would know.

I heard God speak to me around age twelve or thirteen. Being from a Free Will Baptist family I don’t know if they would have totally understood that for one that age, but I was certain of it.

He told me then I would be an Evangelist. From Eph. 4:11 states the forms of ministry callings of which this is one.

11 And he gave some, apostles; and some, prophets; and some, evangelists; and some, pastors and teachers; 12For the perfecting of the saints, for the work of the ministry, for the edifying of the body of Christ: 13Till we all come in the unity of the faith, and of the knowledge of the Son of God, unto a perfect man, unto the measure of the stature of the fullness of Christ:

At that age all I’d ever heard from an evangelist was hell fire and damnation and that if you did not get saved that service you could die and go to hell and burn forever. And to throw in one more fearful thought, the Rapture could happen any minute so it behooved us to make a decision right then and there for sure.

At my age now I have found this to be about the same tactic as a car salesman. I’m sorry if that might offend someone, but I have to say it like I see it. Over the years my view of the salvation message from the evangelist has completely changed.

The old style of evangelism was to scare people into heaven, which means if you scare them into it you might just have to keep them scared to keep them on the straight and narrow by telling them how bad their sins are.

How about another approach. How about simply telling people God has provided a way to avoid their past sins and indiscretions by allowing His Son to die on the Roman cross at the hands of his own people. We can blame a lot of people of the time, but in reality it was God’s plan that Jesus die for our sins so that God could do a wonderful work of saving our souls and reestablishing fellowship with his creation. . . us. He simply saved us from our past, but He also saved us unto a much brighter future. That future isn’t without it’s issues, but it does give us Him by way of the Holy Spirit to look to in times of trouble for comfort and peace.

So how does the lost get this knowledge. By presenting them this Gospel by way of the evangelist. It doesn’t have to be in words only, but also by deeds or fruit of their work in the midst of the lost. But an evangelist job is more than presenting the Gospel. It’s also to teach the saved to do the work of evangelism as well.

My view of an evangelist was changed several times during my life. Until I was ordained I had no idea how to approach this calling. But God did. All during my fresh and new commitment to God I found myself visiting the sick in hospitals. I visited people that could not get out of their homes due to illness. I didn’t call it anything other than visiting the sick. I’ve come to learn the term “Chaplain”. Then came the Patriot Guard Riders. It’s an organization that performs ceremony for deceased veterans everywhere we are requested. By this time I had adopted the title of Chaplain. Its primary usage was in the military setting so far as I knew and I was called upon to pray for our endeavors at the time of service by the Ride Captain. I became their unofficial Chaplain.

Then along came the American Chaplain’s Association. They have a course of study to become nationally recognized as a Chaplain and God directed me to take the course. I’m now in the final two modules of training and every module has solidified my knowledge that I am where I am supposed to be. The course is through Aidan University in Jacksonville, FL. The course has been very helpful and has given me further vision.

Then a fresh new look at Emerge Ministries like I’d not seen before. It’s headed by Terry Norris. He has been a friend for a few years and still I had not known the full extent of that ministry. God gave me further instruction to seek out Terry and talk at length about what goes on there. I spent four hours talking with him and that talk has me convinced this is where my next step is to be. God is good.

God has guided me all my life. That is even with my shortcomings as well as successes. I promised God when I was in my twenties I would follow Him. Even in my darkest days in my mid to late fifties He did not fail me. He carried me through and now here I am. God’s guidance is always sure and direct. He will not steer you wrong and He will get you where you belong.

Never give up on what you feel God has directed you into. Have faith in Him and you will see the fruit of the labors you endeavor to work in.

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Leave The Door Open

I’ve wrestled with this over the last twelve years. Should I close the door or should I keep it open.

By that, I mean my sons. I have two sons, both in the mid-forties. Both are married for several years. The older has three daughters and a stepson. The younger has one daughter.

I was sadly parted from them during the divorce from their mom. I’ve tried for years to communicate, but they have little to no conversation with me. The older lives in California and I even flew out to see the family, but the wife let me see my grand children one evening and then took them to another city the rest of my time there while my son and I went about town and talked. I even went to church that weekend with him. He seemed normal, but guarded. Since I’ve been back over a year now there has been little to speak about. His wife despises me. I have apologized on several occasions. I guess I could say I’ve always been suspicious of her intentions since I first heard of her, but I’m willing to bend.

My younger son’s wife told me on the way home from the airport when I came back from California to Raleigh, where the younger son lives that if it were not for me being her husband’s dad she would have nothing to do with me. So goes the story of the situation as it is to date.

I’ve been to fault to some degree in the lack of communication, but I never wanted to feel intrusive into their lives, so I’ve stayed back hoping they would come around and we could resume some sort of normalcy.

The problem I see from here is that I’ve left the door open for them to see my life through social media and this blog if they read it by some chance. I’m not the same person I was twelve years ago.

I was a total mess mentally. Being diagnosed with severe depression and anxiety attacks left me doing things I did not normally do before. Seeing a psychologist was not in my thinking, but it came to pass. He did little to help me so I stopped going, but I did continue medication to this day. It leaves me emotionless and flat in my responses to situations.

I do have a wife now that has been with me since the beginning of my recovery and has played a huge part in its success to become more sane and together than I believe I’ve ever been in my life, although I still battle depression at times.

Being a Christian has also been a great source of help to restore my mind and spirit. My body has even followed suit. I’m still pretty healthy for a seventy year old man. Some days not so good, but generally I’m good.

Why did I type this? There is one thing I cannot close. I cannot close the door to my sons and their families. I will always leave it open. When I met my wife that I’m married to now she was not speaking to her mom. I told her she had only one mom and she needed to talk to her. She did, although her mom was a bit of a bitter pill to swallow a good bit of the time. How did that turn out for her? Her mom passed away not too long afterward at the age of eighty-seven. There are now times my wife will say she wishes she could talk more with her. I’m just glad she reopened the door and talked to her in her last days.

Advice to all who read this. Don’t let bitterness or unforgiveness get in the way of family or friends. Not leaving a door open to each other hinders both parties in the big picture. Forgive and forget. It’s Biblical. God loves all and holds no door shut. His is always open to us. How would we feel if He closed the door on us?

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When Common Sense Died

Woe to those who call evil good and good evil, who put darkness for light and light for darkness, who put bitter for sweet and sweet for bitter! Woe to those who are wise in their own eyes, and shrewd in their own sight! – Isaiah 5:20-21

Over my lifetime I’ve seen a complete reversal of ethics. I was born in 1950. World War II had only been over a short time and the Korean Conflict was getting underway. Truman was president when I was born and Eisenhower soon after.

Living on a tobacco farm in eastern North Carolina was a simple life. I’ve storied the tales of living with no running water in the house for the first nine years of my life. Just an outhouse out back and a hand pump at the sink inside that had to be primed to get water.

Yet with the supposed inconveniences I never knew we were a poor white farming family. We knew how to grow our own food. We had a cow for milk, pigs for pork and chickens for eggs and an occasional Sunday dinner. We made do with what we had or could make. Hunting season netted deer meat as well and the small country store billed us for whatever else we needed and we’d pay on that when money came along.

Common sense was to live with what you had and we were happy with it. No need to worry about “keeping up with the Jones'” In actuality, the Jones family was poorer than we were.

Common sense gave us the ability to deal with situations in the simplest form. We knew life in its simplest form. Our community was close knit. I did not put it together for years that what my mom told me held so much truth. My mom told me when I graduated from high school I would have to move away to find a wife. I was related to everyone for miles. I married my first wife who lived one hundred twenty miles away and found that 37 years of marriage isn’t always a solid marriage and I ended it in quite a bad way, but none-the-less I did. I met and married a woman from closer to home that was born in Morehead City some sixty or so miles away only to recently find out we’re related. Mind you we are like fourth cousins, but still we are related. Her brother told us in his family searches who branched off to make that happen.

Anyway, I am rambling as I usually do, but to get back on the trail, I must say those days we used common sense in all we did. It seemed to make us determine right and wrong in a correct fashion. That’s not to say “stuff” didn’t happen. It did, but is was corrected or we just lived with the consequences.

What happened over the years till now started in the sixties with the hippy generation. I was in that age category where things started blurring what was right from wrong. Free love was the motto of the day and it was full of problems. Traditional marriage started to suffer. Drugs started to tear at the morals of the common man. The seventies was a time of turmoil. We’d been through Vietnam that ended in or around 1975. I’d served two-year active duty as a draftee and went to inactive reserved for four years gaining my Honorable Discharge in 1976. The political arena suffered from Watergate and the first president to resign from office. The previous decade had seen the assassination of President Kennedy and later his brother Bobby Kennedy while running for president. It seemed with the 80’s we saw a resurgence of morals with President Reagan.

In the 70’s I was in my twenties and freshly married. I started working swing shift in 1974 and lost my equilibrium with the balance of life. By the time I was in my late twenties I was suffering from depression with no direction.

I sought God.

I began writing almost everything I thought in composition notebooks. I wish I still had them. I did not know at the time what depression was and that it was what I was suffering from. I started going back to my spiritual roots to find an anchor. Common sense once again prevailed. At the age of twenty-eight, I rededicated my life to Christ and asked God to direct us to a church. Being raised Baptist was good for me, but I wanted more. Then came the Assembly of God church where God placed us. What a difference that was.

What about the world though? What was it doing? Morals were decaying. The free love era was dying away, but it had left its damage and the rate of divorce was rising evening for well established marriages. Moral corruption throughout humankind was taking place. Archie Bunker was a hit show back then that shook people after having Father Knows Best. My Three Sons, The Leave It To Beaver. Those were not dysfunctional families. Archie Bunker on the other hand was a whole different world.

This train of thought could be a book, but I don’t have time to do it justice. Suffice to say morals today has torn the moral fiber of our nation and even the world to shreds. As the opening verse says, so goes our nation and world.

Evil people go unpunished and only get more brazen in their lies to the point of absurdity. To many people in power are corrupt to their core. It seems their infiltration of seats of power have been turned over to them. I fear for the end of our nation.

Yet, I’ll close with this, I am very well aware of Biblical principles and know that evil will eat is own and destroy itself from within in time. God has already laid that foundation of truth in His creation. I don’t fret that goodwill not overcome, but know that it will indeed overcome. Common sense tells me this. That I still have.

“Common sense is not so common”


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What To Say

Here I sit tonight with absolutely nothing in the forefront of my thinking, yet I know there are things deep down inside of me that wants to get out. Is this what is called writer’s block? I don’t know. Strange.

I am going to start with a though perhaps and maybe it will grow. I’m going to college again. It’s nothing like a degree I am seeking. It’s an online study to become a nationally certified Chaplain though Aidan University in Jacksonville, Florida. As I’ve stated before I’ve already been to school for ministry and was ordained a little over two years ago.

Someone may ask if I obsess over this. No. Definitely not, but I do say so because I have strived to do what my dad and grand dad did not do. Both were called to ministry and both refused to answer. I have made it my goal in life to listen to God and do as He says. Both my predecessors died before or by sixty. I profess that God has given me more years because of obedience in answering. I’m am now well into seventy years old and still going forward as God speaks. I’m not perfect, but I am growing as each day passes.

If you want to live long and prosper you will heed the call of God on your life if it is so. In spite of all my mistakes and blunders I’m still here, so if you feel the slightest inkling that you cannot make it, take it from me. You can do it.

The principles of scripture are profoundly easy to adhere to and can be achieved as long as you keep getting up, brushing the dust off and continue to walk.

My calling is constantly refining itself. I once upon a time thought I would preach revivals and see the lost saved. Since those early days of life I’ve found my true calling in a ministry that is called Chaplaincy. I am several weeks into study and the running theme I have found it to simply be the “ministry of presence”. I don’t have to preach. I don’t have to win anyone over to salvation by speaking. It’s simply being present when needed. Offering a shoulder to cry on or an ear to bend. Having a soft voice of comfort to the ear of a person with a piercing sound of loss or need in the mind and hearts.

The demonstration of God’s love, grace and mercy are found in being present and available to those in need. Freedom to minister becomes so easy for me this way. Each Sunday especially and any other day of the week I find myself in a place to put a hand on someone’s shoulder and tell them if they need me I am here or there for them.

I find it to be so easy for me it just comes naturally. I went to speak with a couple that were on the verge of parting ways. All I did was show up and talk. I did nothing like counseling. I just asked questions and listened. I may have made a suggestion, but to not end that would fall back to me as making a decision for them. Never tell anyone you counsel or talk to what they should or should not do. That decision should be directly placed on them to decide.

I was told later by the wife that I saved their marriage. I was struck kind of speechless. I did nothing in my own self. God did the weaving of their souls and spirits back together. Perhaps I was just a needle in the work done. The thread God pulled them together with will remain. The needle was only there temporarily to see the threading got done.

My job was done, so I move on the next ones placed in front of me.

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I Know, I Know. But. . .

Okay. I’m guilty. I don’t write much any more. The question is why. The answer is simple. I had to go back to work. I now work seventy hours every two week pay period.

Not only that I’ve gone back to school to become a certified Chaplain. I was ordained two years ago this month. It seems co-incidental that I would start my first class on the same date as my ordination two years ago. . . the 2nd of February.

God quickened to me to take the course when I saw it posted by a minister friend of mine. I don’t normally throw down money without a reason yet I did. This 18 week course is more important than money. My wife always gets after me about my seeming obsession with money. I guess there is a hint of reality to that. You see, I was born poor. Very poor. I don’t intend to go back there. God has given me everything we need to live so I don’t worry about it as long as I know He has things in control and He assures me what I’m doing it right. I do have to be a good steward of what I’m given. If not I’m being wasteful. That’s all I’m saying about this.

Chaplaincy certification is another step up the ladder in the calling upon me. I have no idea where this will lead. I just move forward and expect God will open more doors for me to walk through in the summer of this year. We’ve only gotten through the Introduction, Hospital and Hospice Care portions so far and having been in a hospital setting for twenty-eight years I understand the workings of this type of environment. I have an open door to Navy Chaplains. I’ve volunteered in the local civilian hospital via the Hospital Auxiliary for a couple of years. But I don’t want to make a decision of an avenue of chaplaincy yet, because another portion deals with prisons. I headed a prison ministry out of my church for a couple of years coupled with the Yolk Fellow Ministries as well as having my guys teach yet another night with the Warden’s permission. There is so much a Chaplain can do I want to hear all the avenues I can look into. I don’t want to pass up any of the other possible opportunities that God may speak to me about.

I turned seventy years old last October and was starting to feel like there was no where to go, but this has changed my perspective. I feel a fresh breath of life to continue on.

On another note, my wife has been attending to ministry school as well and will be ordained tomorrow morning. We have come a long way from our beginnings going on twelve years ago at this time. I never dreamed this would be were we are today back then. We only knew back then we were in love and it was solid and even though we made mistakes back then we came to grips with them and made good out of a bad situation from those days. She and I will jointly be ordained ministers of the Christian faith and it amazes me where God is taking us.

If anyone reading this feels like you have no direction in life, yet you’ve been asking God for it, I can assure you it only takes a flash of light in your spirit like came before Paul. Something like that will forever change you mind and heart. Don’t give up. Move forward and direction will come to you. I guarantee it. God can’t give you direction if you’re not moving. Once you start moving, God will take the wheel and turn you the right direction. Let it happen.

I look forward to more years of active ministry. Something my dad would be blown away about. He didn’t believe I’d live past age sixty. I’m over ten years past that. And I’m still moving forward. Any you know why? Because I’ve always been open to God and He has proven Himself strong on my behalf no matter how far or how close I am to Him.

I’m convinced you can feel a million miles from God and you can turn around and run square into Him. He will never leave you. He will never forsake you. He loves you and is highly concerned for you. Even when you fail. You see, He knows the end from the beginning and He’s convinced you are worth His while. Heads up. He’s got your back, your front and side too if you must know.

Don’t give up. Life is there if you want it.

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What Would I Tell My Dad?

At this point in life I find myself with a peculiar thought. I turned seventy years old this year. May dad passed away at the age of sixty.

My dad’s Senior Class Picture

This being the last day of 2020 I look in retrospect of his speaking to me when I was in my thirties that I would not live past sixty as all men of our generations of family died before that age. I refused his speech by declaring I was not into buying his words.

Now that at the end of 2020 and being seventy years old the thought came to me of a conversation we might have now. That with me being seventy and him being in his early fifties at the time he told me this.

What would I tell him? How would I tell him? First of all I knew he missed his calling to be a minister of the Word. I confronted him of this revelation and he admitted it with the answer “I never even told your mom”. He was answering by asking a question without asking, so to speak. I told him God revealed that to me. We never spoke of it again.

But now, at my present age, I would tell him as a much younger man than I at this point that all that was required of him was to answer that calling on his life and he would have lengthened his years.

I have nothing to hide any more. Two of my brothers are half-brothers. My dad fathered a child by a young girl that frequented our house with her girlfriend. Those particular issues still haunt me. I thought my family was a solid Christian family. I had to live to be much older to find out these things.

I lived a life married to a woman I know now I likely should have not married. We parented two wonderful sons that are productive citizens of this nation. They don’t feed off of others. They make their own way and so far as I know have had very few troubles with their marriages.

They don’t talk to me since their mom and I split. Their wives consider me an abomination to them. They literally don’t know all the details and I won’t go there in this writing.

I remarried, since, to a woman I met some twelve years ago now. We’ve been married now for about five and a half years. I could not ask for a more generous, loving, intelligent woman. She loves me with all her heart and she is all I need just a notch below my need for God.

I would tell my dad I love him, but I can say that in all things I knew his battles in life. I fought them as well, but I answered the call of God on my life and I still minister when called upon. In fact I will be up for the service next Wednesday evening. The title of my message is “The Simplicity of Salvation”. This will not be the last and only place I will minister this particular message. I feel it is for another church body as well. In fact it may be for several churches.

My dad needs to know he could have overcome his fear of public speaking. I would have to tell him there are depths to scripture that would conquer all his foibles. His biggest fear of God not furnishing him with the needed abilities to minister the Word effectively would be a minor detail in just a short time as he studied.

I feel our conversation would be like I tell anyone that lacks confidence. I constantly tell my wife she is smart, curious and lets no stone go unturned. I would tell my dad the same and that he only lacked the ability because of the lack of confidence. I know it’s hard to overcome for the majority of people. But it CAN be done. I have developed a lifestyle of overcoming by looking at circumstances as challenges. No matter how defeating circumstances can seem, with the right approach in Godly principles, they can be utterly defeated. I wish my dad had learned that.

He was duped by the enemy of his soul and when tempted fell harder than I did, yet he tried to get up, but could not in the end. I have fallen hard as well, but I continued to get up and still I refuse to lay down to that enemy.

With my wife at my side, a good Pastor to seek guidance in, and a church full of believers to hold me up, my faith that God will raise me up more and more as the days pass until I live forever in His sight. This body of mine can pass away, but it’s only my shell to live in. I will live forever before Him and He says I will have a new body in resurrection that will be immortal.

My dad, hopefully, found out before he passed that he was forgiven and accepted it without doubt and some day we can start a new conversation of untold proportions.

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For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life. For God sent not his Son into the world to condemn the world; but that the world through (by means

Homily September 14, 2014 Exaltation of the Holy Cross ...

of) him might be saved. –  John 3:16-17

Begottensingle of its kind, only  –  Anyone ever bought a “one of a kind”?  What is the value?

Perishto destroy fully  –  no confession of faith.  Set aside for those that did not receive their “gift”. 

Everlastingwithout beginning and end, that which always has been and always will be

Saveddeliver or protect, heal, preserve, save (self), do well, be (make) whole.

And one of them, when he saw that he was healed, turned back, and with a loud voice glorified God,  And  fell down on his face at his feet, giving him thanks: and he was a Samaritan.  And Jesus answering said, Were there not ten cleansed? but where are the nine?  There are not found that returned to give glory to God, save this stranger.  – Luke 17:15-18

Healedto relieve (of disease):–cure, heal,

And he said unto him, Arise, go thy way: thy faith hath made thee whole. – Luke 17:19

Whole –  Same word as “saved”  4982

When He went ashore, He saw a large crowd, and felt compassion for them and healed their sick. – Matthew 15:30

Saveddeliver or protect, heal, preserve, save (self), do well, be (make) whole.

Let’s go back to Everlasting for a moment.  How long is that?   I state above it is without beginning and end, that which always has been and always will be

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.  –  Jeremiah 1:5

Everlasting (another word is “perpetual”) has new meaning in John 3:16.  God has always known you.  Can you imagine that God knew you in the beginning?  He lived in an eternal realm.  

You are without beginning or end and it is more well known through our pronunciation of faith in Him.  God has always known you.  In forgiveness, you have been given a new lease on life through His purchase of you with His blood.

Once again  with a bit more explanation:

Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born I set you apart; I appointed you as a prophet to the nations.  –  Jeremiah 1:5

Salvation is an unspeakable gift:

Thanks be unto God for his unspeakable gift.  – II Cor 9:15

Unspeakable – indescribable, no having the ability to expound upon

All we have to know is this:

that if you confess with your mouth Jesus as Lord, and believe in your heart that God raised Him from the dead, you will be saved;  – Romans 10:9

“And I say to you, everyone who confesses Me before men, the Son of Man will confess him also before the angels of God; –  Luke 12:8

and that every tongue will confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father.  –  Phil 2:11

Upon this confession the first Adam in you dies.  The sin nature is gone.  Then comes the training of the soul by the indwelling spirit to overcome sin in the believer’s life. 

We are forever saved, yet only by the constant oversight of the spirit over our soul to confess and conform to the likeness of Christ until we defeat those sins entirely to no more sin in those areas.  It’s called growth and maturity.

I heard talk of the Christmas tree.  I’m not going to debate the issue of the tree as pagan or otherwise.  What I did hear however is that the idea of the tree can be related to the cross in a sense that there were presents under the tree.  When I heard this I also heard something else.

Below the “tree” or cross was a present as well.  It was the blood that fell from our Savior as he hung upon it.  I tie this with gifts as it were to the gift of life given us.

Have you gone to the tree and received your present?  It’s been sitting there since the crucifixion of Christ.  Waiting for you to go there and claim your gift.  You name was written on that gift the day it was left there.  It’s always been there.  Waiting for you.  Do you see it?  It’s yours.  Claim it by confessing you have a fallen nature and it needs His touch to restore that nature so that fellowship with Him is restored.

The first Adam lost that fellowship.  Since that time God has laid out the plan to restore that fellowship with His creation.  That plan is found in the Bible from Genesis 1:1 to Rev 22:21.  In between God shows us the groaning of creation to come back to God, even though it sometimes might not have known this was what was needed.

God is searching for YOU to fellowship with.  If you feel that is not to the level it should be, you should take a moment to search yourself and find that empty spot in your being and fill it with Him.  Let God take control over your shortcomings, your aches, your pains, your anxieties.  Even your fears.  Simply take God for what He is and what He desires of you.  Simple salvation.  Complete surrender.

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No Itch to Scratch

I have not written anything for some months now and I have reasons or explanations. I used to write to sort out my issues, but this time around I have had little to speak about.

I have reached the age of seventy. Another decade. I have written before of my dad’s pronouncement I would not live past sixty. Yet, here I am. Alive and well and have reached the goals that I put upon myself. Not I alone, but by God’s grace and setting up in His time. I did not buy into his family curse of no male Rowes lived past sixty. It was a true statement he spoke of, but I rebuffed him and said I live according to what God ordained.

I thank God every single day that I am still here with life and enough to keep me busy with physical activity and spiritual as well, as directed by Him.

Every step that has come to pass in my life has been by the recognition of others. Of course I did the requisite studies and practical use of such, but I never made a motion to promote myself. That is the honest truth. I’ve told God if I move up it will be on His command.

At the age of thirteen, I heard His voice tell me I would be a minister. At sixteen years of age I finally relented to Him in confessing my sin nature and gave my life to Him. Yet that took almost another decade to solidify into a firm commitment.

At twenty-six, I told God I will serve. All I wanted was to serve with a people that had the same drive as I did. He led me to a Pentecostal Assemblies of God church where He sat me for a season. Not long after I heard a deeper Word and sold my home and moved to a new area where I have lived for the last thirty-nine years. Thirty of those years I served in a very aggressive learning ministry that caused me to be pushed when I was slack and never let me be comfortable. This is where I went to school for ministry.

While there I was in the music ministry, ran the printing ministry, which was part of a larger ministry with a half million dollar a year budget. During that time I was ordained as a deacon and care pastor with my own small group of members in the larger body of believers.

I also was tasked to begin the networking of computer systems in the church in the early stages. I kept it simple, yet functional.

Then I crashed from overworking and lost my marriage to my own indiscretions and I fell out of the ministry. I fell into what was diagnosed as severe depression with anxiety attacks. During this time I met my now wife. A beautiful woman of many talents, intelligent, curious and as my brother described her as quirky. I’ll let that stay right there. The least I can say about her is she is the woman I dreamed about in my youth and I would have to say searched for all my life.

We married in 2015, on July 24th. We had already been walking together since 2009, but the walk with God began to intensify from this date. She got hungry for more of God and began to seek Him with a fervency that was unrelenting. Over the next two or so years we saw a strong reawakening in her life and mine.

Then after a church issue arose, God plucked us out and put us in the home church we are in now. In a few months the ministry recognized the call on my life and approached me about ordaining me into the ministry in all effects both by the government of the land and before God. This occurrence provoked my wife to want what she saw in me. She has now completed her second year of a three year study process towards her full ordination.

Here we now sit. Yet what I’ve learned from all my 70 years of life is this one thing. I answered the call of God on my life, yet I concede to Him as a vessel for Him to fill with what He wants to say. I have nothing of myself to say other than I love my Father. I have relinquished my rights to give an opinion of anything or want to.

I will speak as He gives me utterance, but I have no itch to scratch when it comes to ministering. When I feel the unction I will, but only then. Others can clamor to appease themselves of what they perceive as a Word from God, but is only their need to be seen and heard. If I never minister again I know this one thing. I have fulfilled my calling to the best of my ability. I know I’m not done yet. I just simply stand and wait for my heart to receive a Word and I will move forward with it.

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War. What Is It Good For?

Edwin Starr – War (What is it good for)

Ooh, war
Has shattered many a-young man’s dreams
Made him disabled, bitter, and mean
And life is much too short and precious
To spend fighting wars each day
War can’t give life
It can only take it away
Oh, war!
(H’uh) Good God, y’all
(What is it good for?)
Absolutely (nothin’)
Say it, again
Whoa (h’uh) whoa-whoa, Lord
(What is it good for?)
A-absolutely (nothin’)
Listen to me!
It ain’t nothin’ but a heartbreaker
Friend only to the undertaker
Peace, love and understanding tell me
Is there no place for anything else?
They say we must fight
To keep our freedoms
But Lord, knows there’s got to be
A better way
God, y’all! (uh)
(What is it good for?)
You tell ’em! (h’uh)
Say it, say it, say it
Good God (h’uh) now, h’uh
(What is it good for?)
Stand up and shout it
It ain’t nothin’ but a heartbreaker
Ooh, war.

I can hear this song in my head from the days of Vietnam. People. War is hell. It destroys. It kills. Not only the body, but the minds of men.

Anarchy is becoming the normal day to day happening now. With anarchy comes war. sides become inflamed to the point anger takes hold and physical actions takes hold.

We are to the point the United States is attack from within by sources from all over the world that knew the only way to defeat us is to do it from within.

I fear for my sons and their wives and my grandchildren. I fear for everyone’s lives and families. This is not a joke. It’s not some conspiracy theory. It’s here. Christian folk will be beating the drums of “end times”. Some will probably say it’s just change. Some will follow it right to the cliff of death as lemmings.

I am prepared to deal with it as best I can. my neighbors are are fed up with the present situation. I would say there is a sleeping giant in the United States when awakened will open fire on these anarchists. The war will be on. Mark my words.

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