Four Blood Moons

Is life as we know it about to change?
Are these signs in the heavens a warning?
Are we (you) prepared?


Regardless of whether or not these events take place as stated by NASA and the Bible, we all realize that the world is engaged in a frenzy of Nuclear fears.  Even as I write this blog, our President is in Israel, supposedly confirming allegiance and alliance to Israel against Nuclear threats of annihilation.  
Our planetary home is changing.
The earth is rebelling against attacks by our own muddied footprints.
We are in desperate need of Help.
Our freedom of speech is being stripped from us.
Our freedom of thought is being brainwashed from us.
Our freedom to protect ourselves is being confiscated from us.
We must arise from our slumber.
We must open our sleepy eyes.
We must run to our Rock...
before we find ourselves swallowed up by the crater of our own making.

Some of you will find offence in 'some' of the words from this man's mouth.  
Just because you might not agree with him on a few things,
does not make him wrong in all things.
He is using his freedom of voice
just as you use yours.
Hitler stole the voice of millions of Jews.
Hitler slaughtered those who refused to accept his self-made 'godlike' opinions and views.
Hitler used his brainwashed and hypnotized pawns to kill Jews, German citizens (and other individuals who helped to hide Jews), political opponents, homosexuals, Polish citizens and the physically and mentally challenged.
Hitler was NOT a follower of 
Jesus the Christ.
We must not...and cannot allow this same evil, idealistic attitude to infiltrate us again.
Let us keep the right of VOICE 
secure and sacred.
Don't fall into the media trap of casting judgement because someone has a voice and uses that voice.

Throw all that you hear
and have learned
on the scales of justice
the scales of 
Truth 
which is
ONE
And you will find
as I have
That you are found wanting.  

The Bible is either all 
Truth
 or not true at all.
Seek wisdom and understanding
as King Solomon did.

If these prophetic messages are true
in part or in whole,
Maranatha!
            

The next Blood Moon is
 April 4, 2015
This third Blood Moon of the
2014/15 Tetrad
will be viewed 
during
 Jewish Feast of Passover 

Illegitimate Children of Prosperity/Oh, To Smell God's Shirt

   

Illegitimate Children of Prosperity / Oh, To Smell God's Shirt

Several years ago, I had the honor of sharing in the lives of some very special children in a densely populated area of a large southern city. Primarily poor minority communities shaped these secluded ghettos shrouded by interstates and skyrise structures. Tiny deteriorating wood framed houses and brick duplexes occupied almost every foot of city plot. Young men and women clustered together in small groups on empty lots and behind overfilled trash bins--while dilapidated porches and crumbling sidewalks bore the weight of old men with flyswatters and old women with hand held fans. Voices of young boys with tattered footballs and little girls skipping rope camouflaged the stench of despair that seemed to fill the decaying human backdrop. Bare boned canines scavenged for food. Sickly kittens nursed on the necks of children while green bottle flies swarmed their bowls of stinking clabbered milk.

   

This was the life of the invisible, the bypassed interstate secret of the proud and self-righteous…the illegitimate children of prosperity. 

 These are the faces of God. 

                                                 

Thank you Heavenly Father. You have filled the empty places of my heart with riches this world could never have afforded me. You have shown me your eyes, your smile, your spirit and your love through those of these little ones. For that, I am most endearingly grateful.

Anyone who sets himself up as “religious” by playing a good game is self-deceived. This kind of religion is hot air and only hot air. Real religion, the kind that passes muster before God the Father, is this: Reach out to the homeless and loveless in their plight, and guard against corruption from the godless world.

  James 1: 26-27   The Message (MSG)

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Oh, To Smell God's Shirt

    We were discussing the story of Abraham, one of the classic historic figures from the Bible.  During the discussion, a little hand went up and one small boy asked what kind of neighborhood Abraham lived in.  

"Miss Dahlene, did Abraham live in the white neighborhood or the projects?"

Wow!  I didn’t expect that one.  Talk about a loaded question. I decided to stick with the subject at hand and tackle the topic of race and ethnics at a later date. To answer his question, as it reflected the historical setting of Abraham’s time, I proceeded to discuss what it might have been like to live in a desert.  None of the children knew what a desert was.  I could have just shown them a picture book photo of a desert; instead, I asked them to close their eyes and imagine a desert as I described it. 

     So, I described the sun, the sand, the animals and people of the desert.  With their eyes still closed, I asked them to tell me what they were seeing, smelling, touching, hearing and tasting.  I heard responses like:

“I smells a camel, Miss Dahlene, and he sho do stink!”
“I feels the suitcases on the camels back and they feels like Mama’s shoes.”
“I feels the sands in my socks and they’s hot.”
“I see Abraham tellin’ stories about God to his children.”
“I sees lots and lots'o sands and a snake runnin’ from the camels.”
“I taste the wind and it taste like salt in it.”

And so they continued.  One right after the other, descriptive imaginings of the neighborhood and community Abraham called home filled the tiny room.  And then my eyes fell on little Brandi.  Sitting quietly (a feat she rarely accomplished), Brandi’s face was filled with the most peaceful, reflective smile. 

 “Brandi, would you like to share with us what you are imagining?”  

 Brandi took a deep, full breath of air and with eyes still closed and her little heart full of imaginings, she stated:

“Oh Mitt Dahlene…I smells God’s shirt and it sho do smells purdy.”

I was dumbstruck.  Wanting to be certain of what I had heard, I asked:

“Brandi, what did you say, sweetheart?” 

“I smells God’s shirt, Mitt Dahlene…and it sho do smells purdy.”

I felt my eyes tear up and spill over.  The room was bathed in seraphic silence.  My heart was awash in awe. A reverent quiet filled my soul.  My tear blurred eyes scanned the circle of soft tanned faces, statuette and reflective.  With eyes closed and contemplative, I replied:

“You know Brandi, sometimes when I am sitting beneath my favorite tree, or walking in the woods or a park filled with flowers, I think I smell God’s shirt too.  It is like he just walked by me.  And his shirt does smell pretty, doesn’t it Brandi?”  

“Uh huh, Mitt Dahlene, it sho do’s”. 
She continued to smile.

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Oh, to smell God’s shirt

To experience the Father’s presence so divinely intimately

To breathe in the fragrance of Love

The “Purdy”

To feel safe

To feel peace

To smell God’s shirt