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In Those Days... I beheld a group of people recognized as leaders in the modern Christian church. Men and women from all parts of the world and from many different denominations. They were seen on TV and on the internet; they were heard in every language on radio and tape and CD. And they held meetings in this place and that...all over and everywhere and the people came in mass to see them and to hear what "god" had told these modern prophets. And they spoke as if unto edification...but it impressed me as tickling the ears of the masses. And they spoke NOT the Word of God but secret things so as to impress those they spoke to. They called the names of people who have passed from this life to lend credence to their false prophecy. They spoke like seers reading cards and tea leaves and gave instruction and advice and said it was from God while their heart knew it was not. I was grieved to see such a thing in the house of God...and asked the Lord to show me what caused such an abomination in His house as many were led astray by their words and teachings. And from the corner of the room an Angel appeared and flew to me, touching my eyes and I saw the sight, but through spiritual eyes. These leaders...some called prophets, some evangelists, some pastors, some teachers and even some apostles appeared through my spiritual eyes as those starving, for their spirit had been long removed from the Holy Spirit...and they starved for their lack of nourishment...appearing every bit like the holocaust survivors; sunken eyes and cheeks, pale and palid greyish skin. And to each one of them was tied a spirit who looked like an organ-grinders monkey...at least in how it sat upon a shoulder, tied or chained to these people by some sort of chord. These spirits themselves appeared hairless, with skin the color of chicken fat. Their lipless mouths full of broad, blunt teeth ,chattering incessantly in a manner that was only discernable to the individual they were tied to. Their eyes were dull and flat like old buttons on a moth-eaten sweater...a sort of cataract-hued charcoal: brackish and blind. Their blind eyes looked into the palms of their own hands, as if reading a book that did not exist and speaking in the half-hushed tones of the falsely pious zealots who try to impress people by how much they know...but are foolish in how little they understand. The angel said they were the spirits of the dead...and that being so, what they had to say only spoke death into the lives that they gained opportunity to speak into. And that they did it in the name of the one true living God, leading many astray and away from that better portion. I asked him why so many would fall prey to such an obvious and vile spirit...and he said that so many sought more of a relationship with the Christ...and while they had a form of religion, they had never had an "Experience"...and therefore, in their hunger and desire to taste something beyond the known, had become little more than addicts for "an" anointing, not knowing that it was not genuine...they had never been truly "discipled". And how did they gain access into the lives of these church leaders? The angel replied that through their pride to impress and be successful, they had sold their souls to reproduce an experience. That they had not sacrificed nor were they willing to sacrifice the things of the world to manifest the power of God to the measure they promoted to "wield" it. Nor did the masses understand that God desires to speak to each of them individually...but they stay too far away to hear the sound or discern its content. So they pacify themselves on the foolish ramblings of demons and dead spirits who may only wax eloquently about the dry places of the earth. Their treasure is as the dust of the ground; mens flesh and it pours through their fingers like sand in a glass...for time is short. |
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7/7/2008 6:08 pm |
Well, look who's alive and well on planet earth. Nice to see you. Uhm, Be right back... I'm gonna go find some shades  so that I can read your Black on Red post. 
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7/7/2008 7:08 pm |
Due to some of the recent happenings in our church, I have been wondering much the same. The bitterness and hostility of some "annointed" members has been perplexing. Thank you for sharing; this is a vivid explanation of the thoughts that have come to me. Blessings to you. Nancy Let us share one anothers burdens and so fulfill the law of Christ
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I would love to read you post but I am a member of the 50 something club and my eyes are still seeing red with little black dots running around through it.  May God Bless You in ABUNDANCE
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7/7/2008 7:58 pm |
e'lo e'lo...alive and well indeed! Earth? I'm still on earth?! Ahhh...surely the black and red isn't that bad!? LOL Good to see you my friend...I hope all is well with you!  (did ya see the airplane movie in the 70's?? )
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7/7/2008 8:01 pm |
okay, i read it. i just sent a copy of A B Simpson's article called, "Himself." to a client which really fits well here...a synopsis of that is found in his hymn: by A. B. Simpson Once it was the blessing, Now it is the Lord; Once it was the feeling, Now it is His Word. Once His gifts I wanted, Now the Giver own; Once I sought for healing, Now Himself alone. Once 'twas painful trying, Now 'tis perfect trust; Once a half salvation, Now the uttermost. Once 'twas ceaseless holding, Now He holds me fast; Once 'twas constant drifting, Now my anchor's cast. Once 'twas busy planning, Now 'tis trustful prayer; Once 'twas anxious caring, Now He has the care. Once 'twas what I wanted, Now what Jesus says; Once 'twas constant asking, Now 'tis ceaseless praise. Once it was my working, His it hence shall be; Once I tried to use Him, Now He uses me. Once the power I wanted, Now the Mighty One; Once for self I labored, Now for Him alone. Once I hoped in Jesus, Now I know He's mine; Once my lamps were dying, Now they brightly shine. Once for death I waited, Now His coming hail; And my hopes are anchored, Safe within the vail.
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7/8/2008 8:39 am |
OK, OK...point taken...perhaps you'll all find this a bit easier on the eyes?! LOL Yep...I remember airplane...and yes I speak jive too!
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