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Checking In: August 31, 2009 (0339)

August 31, 2009
“Souls hanging in the balance.” If a single statement could sum up the past few days, it’s this one. Placing aside all of the drama, counter drama, (counterdrama?) skirmishes, misunderstandings, and less-than-appropriate reactions to circumstances, it all comes down to this single thing. Time is running out. There are souls here; in this household, in this neighborhood, and in the workplace, who do not know Jesus Christ as Savior and Lord. The enemy is striving to keep his captives from coming to the truth whereby the can be made free. Likewise the enemy is striving to keep the saints tied up with every little distraction that he can throw in their path in an attempt to keep them from being about the Fathers business. This is not a philsophical contest that’s playing out; it’s a full scale war in which the full arsenal has been deployed. The devil is using every device at his disposal; striving to run out the clock on billions of souls who are passing through the valley of decision at this very moment. (Sorry for sounding so dramatic)
Never has it been more imperative to maintain an eternal perspective. Lately this family has been rocked by chaos; a significant portion of it centering around Morgan who is now pregnant. (To Morgans credit, she is keeping the child and I believe that she will be a great mom) A few days ago, Dustin returned to the area from Kentucky and they are back together. I’ve also learned that we went to pick her up from down there (Kentucky) under somewhat false pretences. In addition there’s been so much drama under this roof, from such a vast array of issues and sources, that many families would be ripped apart by such volatility. It’s easy to look at circumstances that seem out of control and opt for the easy exit. One could even justify to themselves such an exit by reciting where they have been “wronged” and contemplating what they could accomplish apart from the present setting. But this would not only the wrong approach, it would be downright selfish and damaging to the souls in the ambience. Souls who are in desperate need of a supernatural encounter with the Creator of all that is.
The enemy will always strive to distract us; to keep us from focusing on what’s really at stake. If we can be drawn into endless debatings over trivial items; if he can get us wrapped up in one irrelevant endeavor after another or cause us to follow after decoys which appear to be worthwile causes but have no eternal significance, then he has effectively neutralized us. If he can cause us to focus on the present snapshot of time and react solely in accordance to the reality presented therein, we are no longer considered a serious threat. If we’re more concerned with maintaining our comfort zone than the eternal destination of the precious souls in our midst, we have become primarily a spectator. The circumstances in this family have become so complicated that I’ve had to just “stop,” come before the Lord, and say, “I simply don’t know what to do.” In his mercy, the Lord has been opening my eyes to the bigger picture.
Two words have been coming to mind for the few weeks. “THIS ENDS!” The present state of affairs will soon pass. Every soul will one day stand before the Lord Jesus. When we “truly” begin to get an eternal perspective, we’ll no longer be bothered by the irrelevancies. Then, instead of reacting to events going on around us, we’ll find ourselves weeping that so many are lost and seeminly not even remotely concerned about their soul. How important it is for us to see the bigger picture. When we look into the eyes of another, we are, in effect, looking into eternity. That person is a part of the fabric of the everlasting. They will spend eternity somewhere and they will probably remember their encounters with us during this life. This morning, I awakened and turned to a random place in the bible that sits on the nightstand. I found myself in Jeremiah chapter 24 and this verse stood out boldly:
Jeremiah 24:7 “And I will give them an heart to know me, that I am the LORD: and they shall be my people, and I will be their God: for they shall return unto me with their whole heart.”
The souls around us; regardless of how contrary they may seem, the Lord can give them a “heart to know him” just as he has done for everyone who is born of the Spirit. Just as he did for me in the summer of 1983. Being around authentic saints that summer, the Lord began to “draw me in.” It was a drawing so sweet and so profound that 26 years later, I still cannot describe it with words. Yet it was there and in mid September of that year, he brought me to a place of complete repentance and faith in the Lord Jesus Christ, who paid for my sins on the old rugged cross. Dennis and MaryAnn rarely talked to me about spiritual matters; except for when I would ask a question. Yet they were exactly the city setting on a hill that I needed.
 Well so much for a “quick word before heading off to bed.”  There’s much that could be written, but the hour is late. Praise God for his peace that supercedes all of the distractions and chaos. And when we are abiding close to him; trusting completely, listening, and not striving to “figure it all out on our own,” we’ll not be shaken by the storms that come our way. If time permits, please keep Morgan and Dustin in prayer.
Blessings always in Jesus name.

Last Trumpet Update:

August 27, 2009

Good morning. It’s almost 5:30 am, I arrived home from work a short while ago and I should be sleeping by now. But I wanted to get these links up. The first is the monthly link to David Meyers newsletter. Thanks Code, for always alerting me to when this comes out:

AMERICA – A NATION DYING IN HER SLEEP To be honest, I just copied it off a few minutes ago and have only skimmed it thus far. Nonetheless, it covers some important issues that prove, all the more, the lateness of the hour. One observation that Pastor Meyers makes is how astonishing it is to witness the blatant indifference of so many. In additon to the newsletter along with a listing of past issues, an audio section has recently been added to the main web site and can be visited at the following link:

LTM STUDIOS It appears that it will feature the most recent messages from the church in Beaver Dam WI. And finally, a posting that I wanted to link to earlier, but was unable to due to time constraints. So I’ll place it here:

SIGNS OF JUDGEMENT ON BABYLON (Flee The Wrath) The reason that this caught my attention is because of an observation concerning the sin of sodomy. We know that this sin is like the proverbial “straw that breaks the camels back.” But in this post the author explains how the broad acceptance of this practice is a strong indicator that a nation has already been given over. In the United States (and also seemingly in Australia, where this blogger resides) it’s almost as though being gay is considered an honorable trait.

It’s so imperative to be close to the Lord Jesus. Abiding with him, seeking to be in his perfect will, always walking in the Spirit, and always compelling those around us to come into the ark of safety before the Lord closes the door. A strange thing happened at work tonight (well; yesterday; we have strange hours) and when I tell it, the most likely response will be “well DUH; timbob.” I arrived in my department (I’ve been in department 91 since July) and there were issues with some of the machining. Several engineers were hovering around; including a few from the Detroit plant. Suddenly it was like I could almost see the eternal souls while the bodies just seemed like a shell. In other words, for a moment, the eternal part was far more noticable than the flesh. There was no young, old, short, tall, blond, brunette, or any of the features that we routinely utilize to identify another. They were simply “eternal souls.” This stayed with me for the rest of the night.

Well I must get a shower and go to bed. Blessings always in Jesus name.



August 23, 2009
The blogosphere is a remarkable forum. Although it’s being used by the powers that be (along with every other cyber-venue) to gather information on the citizens; where they live, what they think, who they associate with, and what have you, for the time being it’s an incredible place to discuss the deep things of God. It’s especially useful in discussing topics which, when brought forth in the local assembly, tend to cause a manifesting of the all-to-familiar “uneasy blank stare” on the part of the brethren. While writing down cogitations is an enjoyable thing, a far more enjoyable aspect of this is the contact with saints from other venues, whom I would have never known of outside of this forum. A visiting of their posts and comments quickly reveal a love for Jesus and a heart which resides in heavenly places. An everlasting perspective wherein no confidence is placed in the weak and beggarly elements of this life. It is “very encouraging.”
I know that this season will not remain long term. The time will shortly arrive when persecution, along with an arresting of the free flow of ideas, will prevail in the four corners of the earth. There may well be a time in which we feel like we’re the only one left who loves the Lord Jesus; especially when those who make up the great falling away prove to be our most vigorous adversaries. Many of these will maintain a christianesque appearance and even think that they are doing God a service by working to do away with the nonconformists. Jesus warned us that such conditions  would prevail in the final moments before his appearing (Matthew 24:22) but I fear that none of us understand the whole of the matter.  I want to relay a comment that was left at Scottish Warriors site on his post “The Gathering Storm.” It’s from a man named Shankar who lives in Dubai and is seriously concerned that some in his congregation don’t seem to understand that persecution is coming. Here’s the comment:
For last couple of years, I am warning the people of God in the land of Dubai, especially to my congregation including our elders about the coming persecution. But no one seems to be taking seriously but at least somebody has the same spirit in another part of the earth. Praise God.
The season of preparing can go right into the season of trying with little or no warning. Richard Wurmbrand wrote about what transpired in Romania. Following the rise of the communist regime, a certain amount of religious freedom was granted. The government utilized this reprieve to “gather information on the citizens; where they live, what they think, who they associate with, and what have you.” On a single day, without any warning, they rounded up all of those considered hostile to the regime; including anyone who professed faith in the Lord Jesus Christ. The crackdown caught almost everyone off guard and left many saints ill-prepared spiritually to endure the ensuing season of intensive persecution. Likewise today, few even consider the possability of real persecution; despite the continual warnings in scripture. For most of us living in the west, persecution is something that only happens “over there” so to speak.
Luke 21:12-15 “But before all these things, they shall lay their hands on you, and persecute you, delivering you up to the synagogues, and into prisons, being brought before kings and rulers for my names sake.
And it shall turn to you for a testimony.
Settle it therefore in your hearts, not to meditate before what ye shall answer:
For I will give you a mouth and wisdom, which all your adversaries shall not be able to gainsay nor resist.”
“Settling it in our hearts to not meditate,” requires spiritual preparation ahead of the trial. It speaks of a closeness to the Lord and a childlike trust in him that will not be shaken when we are suddenly carried to an unfamiliar place that’s not of our choosing. It requires a complete abandonment, from our heart, of everything that will one day cease to be relevant as we hold fast the testimony of Jesus and allign ourselves with those who “commit the keeping of their souls unto him in well doing, as unto a faithful Creator.” We must remain faithful, regardless of the actions of friends, kinfolk, or the elder saints whom we have always held in high regard. The time may come where we feel like we’re the only one left on earth who is holding fast the testimony of Jesus. He must be our only source if we’re to endure such times as these. I’m fully aware of how unbelievable this sounds to many, but the hour of temptation is truly at hand.
We are all familiar with the story of Elijah. I think of him as a type of tribulation saint. He lived in one of the darkest periods in the history of Israel and is one of two people who never experienced a physical death. Ahab; a man far more wicked than any of his predicessors, was king over Israel. He and his wife, Jezebel had caused the land to sink to previously unvisited depths of idolatry and wickedness. For three and a half years, no rain fell upon the land and Ahab accused Elijah of being “he that troubleth Israel.” Finally; in a dramatic showdown against four hundred and fifty prophets of Baal along with four hundred prophets of the groves, the LORD answered by fire the prayer of Elijah. Consuming the sacrifice and making it known to all that “The LORD, he is the God.” When Ahab made the thing known to Jezebel, she issued threatenings against the life of Elijah; promising to put an end to his time within the next day.  
Subsequently, Elijah travelled a days jouney into the wilderness. While sleeping under a juniper tree an angel awakens him twice, to eat cakes that are baking on the coals and to drink that which the LORD has provided. Forty days later, having gone forth in the strength of the cakes and drink which the LORD had provided, he’s in a cave on Mount Horeb; feeling like the only person in the world who continues to be “very jealous for the LORD God of hosts.” He is not distracted by ambient goings on as he patiently waits until the Lord has spoken. Finally, the Creator of all that is, speaks; in a still small voice that only one who is atuned will hear. Elijah is given specific instructions concerning who is to be the next king over Syria, who is to be the next king over Israel, and who is going to stand in his office following his departure from the theater of atoms. The Lord then offers an encouraging piece of information.
I Kings 19:18 “Yet I have left me seven thousand in Israel, all the knees which have not bowed unto Baal, and every mouth which hath not kissed him.”
Even in that time of unprecidented idolatry and wickedness, there were other saints in the land who loved the Holy One of Israel. And so it shall be in the time of the end, when the world is plunged into a tribulation so great, that it surpasses anything that has ever transpired previously. (Presently none of us can truly grasp what this entails. As Frank recently observed, most of us cannot even fathom the full extent of the Holocaust; a time when unimaginable evil presided over most of Europe. Let alone that which is about to break forth) Yet the Lord will sustain those who love him. We may find ourselves in small gatherings of saints; previously unknown to each other, but led of the Spirit to a common location. Or we may find ourselves isolated and tempted to think that we’re the only one left who hasn’t embraced the brave new world. Regardless of our circumstances, we need only to maintain the testimony of Jesus and love not our lives unto the death.
Hebrews 10:35-37 “Cast not away therefore your confidence, which hath great recompence of reward.
For ye have need of patience, that, after ye have done the will of God, ye might receive the promise.
For yet a little while, and he that shall come will come, and will not tarry.
Well I need to be going for now. I know that this isn’t a pleasant topic for many. Yet this theme consistantly is coming to the forefront. I seriously don’t believe that any of us are as prepared spiritually as we should be for the days to shortly unfold. This urgent need for preparation is further complicated when all but nobody in the local vicinity sees the lateness of the hour beyond a simple theological exercise because they believe “we’re not going to be here.” The comment by Shankar really caught my attention; especially since it came from a part of the world that we normally associate with already being hostile toward the gospel. If the saints in Dubai are not grasping this, how prepared is the average churchgoer in Hometown USA?  May we all draw closer to the Lord Jesus and know that, whatever we face, he will grant us thes trength to endure.
Blessings always in Jesus name.
John 16:33 “These things have I spoken unto you, that in me ye might have peace. In the world ye shall have tribulation: but be of good cheer; I have overcome the world.”

Tangible Manifestations of a Life Transformed

August 21, 2009
One thing that has oftentimes been a point of much disturbance is when those outside the household of faith are unwittingly scattered because we are not walking in the Spirit. True; there are many who will reject our testimony regardless of how close to the Lord Jesus we may be. This will increase greatly as the age draws to its conclusion. There are, however, observers in the ambience who may have been considering the path of eternal life but were turned off by those who appear to either live a life of contradictions or present a “form of godliness” gospel that’s lacking in real power. Or they may wear a “Christian name tag” and but are completely occupied by the goings on of this present world. Before going any further, it’s important to acknowledge that I’ve done a lot of scattering in the past and while the Lord is always ready to forgive us when we blow it, the thought of souls that may have come to Jesus but didn’t because of something of my words or actions (or lack thereof) is heart-wrenching.
It’s a thing that I’m confronted with daily as the complex situation in this household fosters memories of the years when I was profoundly backslidden. To a large degree, the continuing dramas in this household are the fruit of a season when I had become overcharged by the cares of this life and unwittingly placed God on a back burner. I praise God for a restoration in a way that only he could have done, but those earlier years can never be retrieved. (Speaking of complexities at home, last Friday we learned that Morgan is pregnant. Her due date is march 16, 1010.) Such memories serve to remind me all the more to watch what I say, watch what I do, and always strive to walk in the Spirit. The souls in this household, the souls at American Axle, the souls in Three Rivers, Sturgis, Constantine, Elkhart, Kalamazoo, and all of the venues that formulate my extended haunt, are eternal. They don’t need to see someone carrying a sign that says “Christian” on it; they need to see Jesus manifest in the lives of those who claim to know him.
John 15:8 “Herein is my Father glorified, that ye bear much fruit; so shall ye be my disciples.”
Acts “Now when they saw the boldness of Peter and John, and perceived that they were unlearned and ignorant men, they marvelled; and they took knowledge of them, that they had been with Jesus.”
Thursday evening, the Lord was revealing to me some areas where incredible growth is needed in a number of ereas; namely walking in the Spirit and striving to be less like me and more like Jesus. That folks would truly see Jesus in me and know that I’m not just someone whose putting on a show. While at my normal work station, I was glancing around the plant when I was spoken to in a way that will stop one in their tracks. “Most of these folks are heading into eternity without Jesus.” This tragic situation; enhanced by these words and coupled with an understanding of just how much time I waste on any given day. It was sobering and resulted in a night of much examination. Oftentimes the perceptions that others have of us can be in stark contrast to where we perceive ourselves to be and I wondered “are people truly seeing Jesus in me or are they seeing a form of godliness?” On a far more dangerous level, our perception of where we are spiritually can be an inaccurate picture of our actual state.  The scripture “for now we see through a glass darkly” is encompassing of an array of venues which we normally don’t associate with it.
I arrived home at my normal 3:30 am (we work some really strange hours; 4:30pm to 3:00am) and did a quick blog check. I wasn’t intending to get too involved, but soon found myself at Richards site where the following post had been presented:
After everything else that I had been dealt with over the course of the evening, this post was an exclamation point. Richard tells us of a young man named Bradley who has been so bound by the forces of darkness that the church, by and large, simply doesn’t know how to respond. The people around us who are lost will not be delivered by a religious show that’s filled with vain philosophies and lacking in power. The captives need a supernatural deliverance and it’s imperative that we’re continuously “at the ready” when divine appointments manifest. Bradley is on my prayer list and I praise God that he came into contact with a saint who’se walking in the Spirit and was up to the challenge. Yet so many other Bradleys, in this land where a church sits on almost every corner, go through their days without ever encountering such a one. Throughout the night I thought on this and the many other issues that were front and center.
I Corinthians 2:4-5 “And my speech and my preaching was not with enticing words of mans wisdom, but in demonstration of the Spirit and of power:
That your faith shjould not stand in the wisdom of men, but in the power of God.”
This post was started Thursday afternoon and was intended to focus on the fruit of the Spirit being manifest in our lives. This was to be tied into the times at hand and how we’ll be unprepared for what’s coming down the prophetic timeline if we’re pandering to the works of the flesh.  After the playing out of Thursday evening / Friday morning, I realized that I have much growing to do in a number of areas. And this is part of the process whereby the Lord is preparing us to present the truth and hold fast the testimony of Jesus. Not only for today, but also for the times ahead when the the man of sin is permitted to make war with the saints and prevail against them. The Lord is gently pulling back the scales and allowing us to see things about ourselves that we must come to terms with NOW and not wait until it “fits into our schedule.” There’s no romantic philosophical element in this venue; it’s just the Lord Jesus and us, us. A side-by-side comparison wherein the Holy Spirit reveals areas in which we have growing to do.
I sometimes find myself wondering how the Lord can be so longsuffering with me, after all of my blunders, counter-blunders, missed appointments, and just plain rebellion over the years. I’m then reminded that his love is far beyond our ability to fathom. He is eternal and not linear. Forever past, forever future, and the hearts of all are ever present before him. We often use the saying “to see the bigger picture.” God sees the entire picture in full panoramic display. And still, he so loved us that he sent his only begotten Son to pay for our sins on an old rugged cross. Well I need to be going for now. We’re in a time of preparation; not only to be effective ambassadors for Jesus in these final moments of the general continuance; but also for the times ahead when our faith will be tried in ways that are presently unimaginable. What I’ve been going through for the past 36 hours is a much needed step in that preparation. And even with the revelation that I have a lot of maturing to do, it’s been a time of incredible felloswhip with the Lord Jesus.
Blessings always in Jesus name.
Isaiah 55:6-9 Seek ye the LORD while he may be found, call ye upon him while he is near:
Let the wicked forsake his way, and the unrighteous man his thoughts: and let him return unto the LORD, and he will have mercy upon him; and to our God, for he will abundantly pardon.
For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, saith the LORD.
For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways, and my thoughts than your thoughts.”
Philippians 3:13-14 “Brethren, I count not myself to have apprehended: but this one thing I do, forgetting those things which are behind, and reaching forth unto those things which are before;
I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus.
Let us therefore as many as be perfect, be thus minded: and if in any thing ye be otherwise minded, God shall reveal even this unto you.”

Tribulation Saints and the Word Of God

August 19, 2009
Good morning in Jesus name. This post features the retelling of a dream given to Michael Boldea in April of 2004. For several days it’s been on my heart to relay this dream as its message pertains to everyone who professes faith in the Lord Jesus Christ during these final moments of the age. Before proceeding, however, here are some important links:
HAND OF HELP This site features detailed accounts of dreams and visions given to Dimitru Duduman and his grandson Mike Boldea; many of which reveal events soon to transpire in this land. It’s also the place where the dream soon to be relayed is found.
MIKE BOLDEA This is Mikes blog site which, despite a hectic schedule, he keeps updated and routinely offers insightful posts. This site is one to visit on a regular basis.
THE GATHERING STORM “THIS IS URGENT!” It is found on Scottish Warriors site and is a catalyst for my posting this morning instead of waiting until I’ve had enough sleep. (I’ve had 2 hours of sleep since yesterday due to a number of circumstances.) I would adamantly urge any who pass this way to read this posting on Franks site as it pertains to the days ahead and what we must do. Franks site is also one to visit on a regular basis and
And now, here is the dream granted to Michael Boldea.
(April 30, 2004)
John 7:37-38, “On the last day,that great day of the feast, Jesus stood and cried out saying, “If anyone thirsts, let him come to Me and drink. He who believes in Me, as the scripture has said, out of his heart will flow rivers of living water.
It had been a busy four months. Geno and myself had been on the road since the beginning of January, and the weekend of April 30, we were scheduled to speak in North Dakota. This, however, was a special meeting. It was to be held on an Indian reservation, plagued with countless vices, and in recent weeks with a spirit of suicide as well. it was an open meeting, where Christians and non-Christians had been invited. For the past two weeks I had been praying for direction as to what I should speak. it was a new forum for me, and I knew I needed guidance and direction. As the day drew nearer, I prayed even more, but had received no answer.
I had worked third shift the previous night, and had only enough time to take a shower, and put on some fresh clothes before we were scheduled to make the long drive. Since I was thoroughly tired, I let Geno drive, and I went to sleep in the passenger seat, still troubled in my mind over what I was to speak.
As I slept, I had a dream. I dreamt I was at the base of a tall mountain, with a beautiful waterfall running down its center. As the water fell down the mountain, at certain intervals there were gathering pools, where the water would accumulate, then spill over to continue its trek down the mountainside. A great number of people were at the bottom of the mountain kneeling beside the lowest gathering pool sipping the water. As I looked up the mountainside more people were at the other gathering pools as well, but as the elevation grew, less and less people could be seen. As I was taking in the scene, and wondering what it meant, I noticed a man dressed in white standing beside me, his hands clasped behind his back. It was the same man I had dreamt in previous dreams. he was looking at the mountain, and the running water as intently as I was.
Finally, I looked at him and asked “What does this mean. I do not understand.”
“It is the answer to your question,” he answered. before I could say anything else, he began to walk, turned his head and said, “Walk with me.”
We walked to the first pool of water, and made our way through the crowd until we were standing on the edge, people were still scooping up the water and drinking hungrily. “Taste it,” the man said pointing to the water. It looked clean, but as I scooped a handful and put it to my lips, I noticed it had an earthy taste. I winced, the man smiled, and he continued walking up the mountainside. It was a rough and rocky path, and although the man seemed to have no difficulty climbing, I stumbled a few times, slipped on a few stones, but managed to keep up with his pace. Halfway up the mountain, we stopped at another pool. There were fewer people there than at the bottom, so it was easier to make our way to the edge. “Taste it,” the man said. I did as before, and scooped some water with my cupped hand, brought it to my lips, and tasted it. Although it tasted much better than the previous pool, there was still a tinge of a sour taste.
We continued to walk up the mountain, until finally, we reached the top. What had been obscured by distance before was now very clear to me. At the top, there was no gathering pool, but a constant torrent of water that came right out of the mountain itself. The rush of water was so powerful that as it came out of the mountain, one could not help but get sprayed if they stood close to it. Those standing at the top, much fewer in number than those at the bottom, were already wet, and in a few minutes time I was thoroughly soaked as well. “Taste it”, the man finally said after we stood and watched the beauty of the spring for some time. The water was unlike anything I’d ever tasted. it was cool and crisp, and my thirst was quenched after a few sips.
Although it was a beautiful sight to behold, I was still confused, and after some time I asked the man, “what does it mean?”
“You prayed to the Father, and asked what you should speak. It is the answer to your prayer. This spring is the word of God. When at its source it is pure, and gives life, but as men continue to twist it and interpret and dilute it, it loses its essence, it becomes bitter. Speak the truth of his word, and the thirst of those listening will be quenched.”
“What was the meaning of those at the bottom of the mountain?” I asked.
“They are those who are content with half truths, many know cleaner water is found on the mountaintop, but choose not to exert themselves. It is a hard climb, and to know truth one must be diligent in knowing the Word. For now the difference between those at the base of the mountain, and those who stand here, nourishing themselves with the pure word of God is negligible to the human eye. While the day abides, in the eyes of men they are all the same, but the day will not abide forever.”
As the man spoke these words, what had just an instant before been blue and sunny skies, turned pale, then pitch black. In an instant there was darkness as far as the eye could see.
“Now behold the difference” the man said. As I looked I understood what he meant. The base of the mountain was engulfed in darkness. Not one flicker of light was visible, but those standing on the mountaintop began to shine with an inner glow that allowed them to see the path before them clearly. the man who had been standing next to me shone brighter than us all.
“Only the pure truth of Gods word will be an anchor in the storm, and as a lamp in the darkness,” the man said. “All else will fade away into nothingness. For the days to come are dark days filled with turmoil and great anguish. Even upon this land toward which the Father has shown such great mercy, the day is coming when its fate will stun the world. Be bold in the truth servant, and work while you still may that your reward will be complete.”
I woke up, thinking it had only been a short while since I’d fallen asleep. I was surprised to hear Geno tell me we were only minutes away from our destination. That night, the meeting was held in the ballroom of a casino, and as instructed I preached the truth of Gods word. It was a simple message on Jesus being the truth, the way, and the life, yet this simple message stirred the hearts of those listening. it was the most powerful meetings we’ve had on this tour, with people being saved, delivered, and rededicating their lives to the Lord Jesus. Since then, I have prayed much concerning whether or not to share the dream, and felt in my heart it was time to do so. God prepares His children in advance, and offers them sufficient time to cling to Him, and trust in Him, that they may weather the storm, and see his victory through it all.
Revelation 22:17 “And the Spirit and the bride say, “Come!” And let him who hears say, “Come!” And let him who thirsts come. And whosoever desires, let him take the water of life freely.
Michael Boldea Jr
I first read this account shortly after it was submitted at the hand of help website. (Actually it was about the same time that I first came across the site) The message represented by the dream has been forever planted into my heart. This dream is one of the most incredible representations that I’ve ever encounterd concerning the importance of hiding the truth of Gods word in our heart. It’s so imperative for each of us to get in close to the Lord Jesus and be hearing from on high in these moments. The words of another or the interpretations of another will not suffice. We need to be abiding in the true Vine and hearing his voice.
Blessings always in Jesus name.


August 16, 2009
One of the most astonishing difficulties in discussing the deep things of God is that of trying to define undefinables and place them into a clever series of quotes. The term “from everlasting” is an excellent example of this. We know what it means and yet none of us can possibly wrap our minds around the concept. The understanding that God has always been and has never altered his character is so far beyond our grasping that we find ourselves reduced to speaking of it, as it were, in woefully inadequate cliches. Likewise the fact that God is everywhere at the same time; filling the heavens and the earth is beyond our ability to fathom or explain. We can quickly locate the scriptural references to these truths, however these concepts fall into the catagory of “things too wonderful for me.” Yet, without a doubt, our God does inhabit eternity and he fills the creation. He sees the hearts of all and knows the full accounting of those deeds which are performed under the cover of darkness.  
Proverbs 15:3 “The eyes of the LORD are in every place, beholding the evil and the good.
Romans 11:33-36 “O the depth of the riches both of the wisdom and knowledge of God! how unsearchable are his judgments, and his ways past finding out.
For who hath known the mind of the Lord? or who hath been his counsellor?
Or who hath first given to him, and it shall be recompensed unto him again?
For of him, and through him, and to him, are all things” to whom be glory for ever and ever. Amen.”
When it comes to the peace of God, we once again find ourselves striving to discuss something that’s not definable with words. We know what it’s like in relation to where we are spiritually (we encounter it in stages as we grow in Christ) and we can quote Philipians 4:7 in our sleep. Yet trying to describe what the peace of God is like to someone who’se never known it is all but impossible. It’s so real; so complete that a person finds themselves in a place of absolute contentment and wanting for nothing. The trappings and campaigns of a temporal world cannot compete with the supernatural peace of God which passes understanding. It’s like a city of refuge in the wilderness; unseen by those of a fearful lot, wherein the remnant saints can enter in and find refreshing. Just beyond its walls, the heathen rage and the devils broadcast deception, but those that do know their God have entered into his perfect rest. 
John 14:27 “Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth,give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.”
To be in a place where our heart is not troubled or afraid. It’s probably safe to say that few of us have reached a fulness in this. When the enemy is assaulting us from every angle with a clever mixture of threatenings and alurements that call out to our old man, it’s easy to lose focus and quickly forget the words found in Isaiah 26:3. The enemys campaigns are “in our face” so to speak, while keeping our thoughts upon the Lord require a continual dying to self, a walking by what we know as opposed to what we see, and a sincere hunger for the deep things of God. A lukewarm form of godliness may offer good feelings, which are oftentimes equated with the peace of God and being spiritual, but it will not sustain those given to it during times of trying. (A notable aspect of one who’se given to a form of godliness is that they will require a steady supply of external stimulation. A week on a deserted island with nothing but a bible would drive them nutty) A real shaking from on high will make manifest that which is authentic and that which is show.
Recently I’ve contemplated the various stages of Gods peace that we encounter along the pathway. Our first encounter with this peace takes place the hour that we first believe. The moment where upon realizing our lost sinful state, we believe on, and surrender our hearts to Jesus, who bore our sins on the cross and rose from the dead on the third day. We accept him by faith and trust that “If we confess our sins he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins, and cleanse us from all unrighteousness.” The moment has a special sweetness to it. Our understanding is minimal and there’s a whole new world lying ahead of us wrought with trials, victories, growing pains, and what have you. But here we rejoice as one who has just exited the broad road leading to perdition and now has their name recorded in the book of life.
My first few weeks as a christian were incredible. Understanding was at a minimum, but just talking with a God who beforetime had just been an ambiguous idea, was incredible. Furthermore the scriptures which had never seemed coherant in past times suddenly made sense to me. All of this brought about a peace that I had never experienced before. A fulfilment that none of the other devices had been able to deliver and none of my former masters could take away. A joy in knowing that when this life has run its course, we have an inheritance incorruptible wherein we shall dwell in the presence of the Lord Jesus throughout the eons to come. This thought alone causes all of the former passions to lose much of their appeal. When our thoughts and conversation is focused upon the Lord, the contrast is beyond description and we begin to see just how “lacking in life” the former lustings are.
 The peace of God that’s in my heart today is different than it was in the earlier seasons. Despite being born of the Spirit, I wrestled for years with being fearful of physical happenings. Fear of losing trappings, fear of becoming unemployed, fearful of a whole list of “what ifs.” And despite being very interested in bible prophecy, I was fearful of what the saints may have to go through. I used to be a hard-core pre-tribber; not only because everyone else was (and I believed their interpretations of I Corinthians 15:51-52 and I Thessalonians 4:16-17) but also because the thought of going through the tribulation was “unthinkable.” I remember a preacher on the radio in Virginia who was probably the first post tribulationist that I had ever heard. I enjoyed the discussion of prophecy, but the notion of going through the tribulation and possibly being beheaded was more than my carnal mind could handle at the time.
There was fear in my life that hindered me for a lot of years. It wasn’t until the spring of 2004 that the peace of God began to really manifest in my life on a grander scale. It began after an abandoning of the pre-tribulation doctrine, coupled with an embracing of what the saints may have to endure as the return of Jesus draws nigh. (To many, that would seem really backwards, but the peace of God will abide; even in the midst of trying circumstances) Over the past five years, despite having a life filled with uncertainties and riddled with drama at every turn, I’m at complete peace. It really is a peace that defies all of the experts and all of the nay sayers. It’s a peace that depends only upon walking close to Jesus and hiding his word in our heart. There are moments (increasingly frequent moments) where I come before the Lord with a list of petitions, however, the peace of just being in his presence is so overwhelming that it leaves one speechless for a duration. A single syllable of mine seems an intrusion of this communion. A place of absolute serinity and completeness.
In such moments, it wouldn’t matter if somebody came by with one of those huge cardboard checks for a hundred million dollars or if the earth opened up and swallowed everything with our name on it. This felloswhip with the Lord does not hinge on any of the worlds conditions of promises; only on our letting go of that which we can never keep and laying up real treasure which can never be scattered. And I need to be going because this post is now approaching 1400 words. The passages of scripture at the bottom of this post have appeared much in the history of this blog, but they are being brought forth once again. The first one is in relation to this post, while the second one has been on my heart for the past three days; even to the point of seeing it appear in unexpected places.
One more thing that I would request prayer concerning. Although it’s over two months away, CR and I are planning another trip to Chicago. The plan is to spend the entire day of October 30 in the streets for the purpose of reaching the lost and whatever else may come up. (This trip may actually begin on Oct 29; depending on how much time is available) We haven’t been over there since last spring and this particular time frame has been on my heart for about a month. Nonetheless, there are souls in every venue who are in need of Jesus; even in my own household. May the Lord open our eyes to the war that’s raging all around us 24/7.
Blessings always in Jesus name.
 Isaiah 26:3 “Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on thee: because he trusteth in thee.”
Malachi 3:16-18 “Then they that feared the LORD spake often one to another: and the LORD hearkened, and heard it, and a book of remembrance was written before him for them that feared the LORD, and that thought upon his name.
And they shall be mine, saith the LORD of hosts, in that day when I make up my jewels; and I will spare them, as a man spareth his own son that serveth him.
Then shall ye return, and discern between the righteous and the wicked, between him that serveth God and him that serveth him not.”

That Which Remains

August 13, 2009
 Job 13:15 “Though he slay me, yet will I trust in him: but I will maintain mine own ways before him.”
Before going into this post, a paragraph has been stuck in my head for about four days now. It’s found at Scottish Warriors site although it was written by W E Smith and it reads as follows:
“For students of the bible, the concept of the wilderness should be most familiar. Abraham left his homeland and family to venture forth into an unknown land of promise. Moses left the palatial comforts of Egypt to dwell among the rocks and wild beasts. The tribes of Israel wandered 40 years in the wilderness prior to occuplying the land of Caanan. Job lost everything that he might glimpse the Eternal One at the edege of the valley of death.”
I just visited the site LIVINGWALK for the first time as to ensure that the above link works properly. PLEASE check it out. There are some really thought provoking postings on this site. It’s now on the blogroll and I just printed a copy of the latest post, “The Beginning of Sorrows”  to read at work tonight.
For most of us, the abandoning, from the heart, of everything of temporary design is little more than a theological exercise that transpires within the seemingly controlable environment of our earthly kingdom. A place where, despite our professing to trust completely in the Lord Jesus, most of us unwittingly place a great deal of confidence in our education, our career, the stability of the economy, and a status quo which has remained in tact for as long as any of us can remember. Most of us don’t have a clue as to what a true wilderness experience is. A place where everything familiar and warm has been replaced by a most unfamiliar landscape. Here we undergo a deep pruning which trims away everything that we’ve been clinging to; leaving nothing but us and our Savior in whom we are complete. To have the sentance of death in ourselves and place all of our confidence in the Lord Jesus; regardless of what comes to pass in the natural.
Ones take on such a thing will depend on their general outlook. If one loves their life in this world, it will seem a horiffic thing and they will rush to all of the verses that the prosperity crowd routinely twist in order to promote unlimited earthly acquisition. If one has a romantic outlook on such transpirations, they may embrace, and even proclaim, the concepts at the outset without truly grasping what those “concepts” may entail. This is my danger zone; that of embracing such spiritual concepts, but not truly grasping their meaning. It’s easy to proclaim “I’m ready to testify of Jesus; even if it means death” when nobodys pointing a gun to our head and saying “prove it.” As such, the ponderings in this posting are from a theological standpoint and are designed to bring about pondering, examination, and a deeper desire to get in close to Jesus.
It’s too early to go into detail, but transpirings have recently taken place in my ambience that could result in a total collapse of our present situation. Theatenings that would have the average person (perhaps even the average christian) resorting to nuttiness as events appear to be unfolding that would undo everything which, over the years, has been assembled into a seemingly stable platform. And yet, while the temptation is there to be “apprehensive” so to speak, I’m finding something much deeper in play. I’m finding a contentment in Jesus that whatever happens; even to the point of living in a cardboard box under a bridge, my heart is fixed on the everlasting. Again, time will tell if I’m truly in such a place spiritually or if this is just a romantic notion, but at the moment, there’s a heavenly song in my heart. The kind that doesn’t have an earthly counterpart and defies all attempts to outline.  
There’s a post in my mind that. if it ever comes to the blogosphere, will be entitled “Reckless Abandon.” It will talk of being committed to the Lord Jesus to such a degree that events or losses in the physical realm don’t even cause us to so much as flinch concerning our faith in Christ. It’s the kind of steadfast committment that often causes well meaning brethren to say “Don’t be so heavenly minded that you’re of no earthly good” even though such a thing isn’t possible. (In all fairness, however, this phrase is usually issued out of good intention and concern for anothers well being.) It “is” possible to be so earthly minded that we’re of no heavenly good, but this doesn’t work in reverse. A truly heavenly minded person will not only have their affections on things above, they will be about the business of compelling those without God to come to Jesus before it’s too late. A truly heavenly minded person will count all that is in the world as loss that they may win Christ.
Yesterday while cleaning out the truck, I saw the fruits of my “positive tract flow” policy. (This is where for every hundred tracts that are distributed, more than a hundred are ordered to replace them because someday they will no longer be available.) If we lose everything in this world, I’ll have a lot of time to get these tracts out. (Because they’re not doing any good sitting in boxes in the back of the truck.) And this is where my heart is at; getting the gospel out and talking with whosoever will listen about eternity and their place in it. It was last year, while in downtown Kalamazoo that the Lord placed something on my heart while I was noticing some of the features of a particular street. “All of this is going to pass away. The only thing here that will last forever is the souls.” Furthermore, a complete loss of trappings may be just the thing that finally brings the rest of the family on board. When all of the distractions of an earthly kingdom are removed, that which remains will be all that truly matters.
I know that I’m not making a lot of sense at the moment; especially with the continual referrals to a presently fluid situation; both at home and at work. But the reason for typing out this impromptu posting without doing much checking for errors is to encourage everyone who professes Jesus as Savior to let go of the superficial and lay hold of that which is eternal. I’m loking at what many would view as a potentiual calamity and my heart instantly heads into heavanly spaces. When we can abide in a place where the ambience no longer affects us, those without will know that our Jesus is real and some will be certain to inquire. Yesterday during my adventures in cleaning, I came across printed copies of two testimonies; one of Annie Finton and the other of Donalyn Vaughn. Both are former wiccans who had previously been turned off by much of what passes for christianity these days, until they had an authentic encounter with the Lord Jesus. In both cases authentic saints were instrumental and the Lord granted the increase.
These testimonies reminded me of how important our witness is. When we are abiding in Christ and not affected by events that will cause most to come unglued, it will be undeniable that we serve a risen Savior who is able to deliver in times of trying. As such, all of the transpirings over the past three days have brought forth a renewed desire to get in close to Jesus and “let go of that which cannot be maintained anyways. (Someday we will no longer live at 10468 Quaker st. This is a simple fact.) Well I must be going for now. I apolagize for the chopiness of this writing but my mind is racing with thought and time is slipping away quickly. I pray that we would all be granted understanding as to just how quickly time is slipping away and that we would respond accordingly.
Blessings always in Jesus name.
II Corinthians 4:17-18 “For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, worketh for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory.
While we look not at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen: for the things which are seen are temporal; but the things which are not seen are eternal.”