Jeremiah 18: 21: “Therefore deliver up their children to the famine, and pour out their blood by the force of the sword; and let their wives be bereaved of their children, and be widows; and let their men be put to death; let their young men be slain by the sword in battle.”
This is Sodom! This is Sodom!
Brian’s Dream about the United States and Africa
Dimitru Duduman—America Will Burn
The Drought in the United States is Because of Sin
Coming Famine . . . A Second Dream
This is from the blog See, there is this thing called biology . . .:
I write a lot about how perception is not reality, because God has pulled the rug out from under me on more than one occasion. Always gently, often humorously. I’m not sure if God has a sense of humor or if He even needs one, but there is no doubt in my mind that he uses the power of laughter to teach us things and to heal us. In fact, that is often how I recognize His presence, He makes me laugh, a bit like a delighted child witnessing a slight of hand. It’s awkward at funerals.
When we are told to make a joyful noise unto the Lord, I suspect it’s our laughter that he finds most pleasing, not the kind that that is full of ridicule and mockery, but the innocent kind that just catches you unaware. Like His presence sometimes does.
Last year I had a prophetic experience that was somewhat humorous. I was having dreams about the return of Christ, beautiful dreams, so real, but oddly, a bit medieval. There was no rapture, no lake of fire, no destruction or any sort, no plagues, no four horseman, no blood moons, none of that, just the most pleasant and delightful return of a King, like a wedding or a family reunion. There was much feasting, horses, laughter, and gifts.
God is aware of the fact that I love literal translations of music videos. That’s where you remove all the metaphors and take the lyrics literally, often running video in the background that reflects the literal translation. They can be quite funny. “Total Eclipse of the Heart,” is a famous literal translation of a music video.
Anyway, God took me through this literal translation of the Book of Revelations. It got very surreal and I only share a few highlights. I literally whacked my head on metal man, this creature made out of tin cans hanging on a porch. I went inside and stepped on a 7 headed plastic beast which impaled my foot. (If you’ve ever stepped on a plastic toy, there’s this new and improved pain scale doctors now use to measure pain, it goes from zero…to stepping on a lego.)
So, with a lump on my head and bleeding profusely from my foot, I went home to take a nap. A few hours later, my second daughter called from Philadelphia. She had literally left work and flown across the country to go to a BBQ. As soon as I hung up the phone I got another call, from a church in Philadelphia, with a sales pitch that began, ” I have a bone to pick with you…”
At this point I’m starting to recognize the story, metal man, a seven headed beast, and the church in Philadelphia, but I didn’t think much of it. I was just grateful my daughter wasn’t calling to tell me she had eloped. So I got up and went to the store for some milk and sure enough, while walking into the store, our resident schizophrenic guy screamed at me, “hello! it’s the end of the world!” So I screamed back, “I know, isn’t it awesome?” So he smiled and tipped his hat at me.
Inside the store, walking through the wine aisle, a shoe box slid off the shelf and fell on my head. This is the second time I’ve been whacked on the head that day. I kid you not it was full of small plastic angels, 7 of them, each with a little gold trumpet.
That night I went to bed and something shook me awake, saying, “I come like a thief in the night.” I took that literally, not prophetically, since I was hearing noises in the backyard. So, a bit irrationally, I didn’t wake my husband up, I prayed. I asked, “what do you want me to do, Lord?” He said, “call out the window that you are alone and unarmed.” We had a bit of a discussion about the wisdom of doing that, but God just waited patiently for me to obey like He always does. So, I called out the window, “I’m alone and unarmed, are you okay?” “You,” fortunately turned out to be a girl, a very lost and confused girl, who collapsed on my pile of weeds and started to cry. She wasn’t high on a King, that’s for sure. God said, “preach,” so preach I did, out the bedroom window, everything I could think of, about how precious and worthy we are too Him, about how much love He has for us, about how it much it grieves Him when we don’t realize it. I preached about how there is nothing so big and so bad, that He won’t forgive and cover with His mercy and grace. So the girl calmed down, said she felt better, said thank you, and left.
About this time my husband wakes up and asks, “what are you doing?”
“Preaching out the bedroom window,” I told him.
To give you some idea of how graciously my husband has adapted to having a crazy wife, he said, “Oh, well alright then,” rolled over and went back to sleep.
The next morning, stuck in the pile of weeds I call a lawn, was a little wooden cross made out of two sticks tied together with a piece of yarn. I’m not sure if God left it for me or if the girl did, but it was the sweetest gift and it made me laugh.
I suspect that what God really wants us all to know more than anything else in the world, is how much we are loved.
Cover Design by Gary Kelley
Walkin’ Joe and the Midnight Marauders
By Dennis R. Waller
Page 241: “Joseph Smith. Born in Buffalo, Wisc. on Sept. 9, 1901. Died in Cherokee, Ia. on Dec. 21, 1970. Occupation, retired farmhand. Relatives (living or dead), none known. Activities, organizations, military service? All blanks. The newspaper obituary fact sheet is pretty bare for Joseph Smith, who is being put to rest today, Thursday, Dec. 24, after services at McCullough’s Funeral Chapel at 1: 30 p.m.
“To many of Algona residents over 25, Joseph Smith was a colorful character known as ‘Walkin’ Joe’. Many people can tell a tale or two about this big man who walked the streets of Algona for some 30 years. That Joe could ‘work like any two men’ is an often-heard remark. Some farmers in the area can vouch for his strength, endurance and appetite by first hand experience.
“But the black and white facts that should fill in a normal obituary form are missing from Joseph Smith’s 69-year term on earth. According to that cold sheet of paper the only things that ever really happened to Walkin’ Joe were his birth and death.
“He was mysterious as he was colorful, but not by his own choice. He talked to very few people and when he did he said very little.
“He’d spend his hours walking and resting at various locations near downtown when he couldn’t get work as a farmhand. For the past few years, he spent a lot of his time dreaming and napping on a bench in front of the courthouse.
“Residents in Algona during World War II recall that Joe used to work with the crews of German prisoners-of-war around town. He evidently was of German descent and could speak a little of his native language.
“Working with the POW’s led to nicknames like ‘Dutch’ or ‘Kraut’ and were yelled at him for years after the War by local youth. The tradition of teasing this grumbling, big man (6’2′ and 260 lbs. in his prime, he told one man) was passed from kid to kid by the bicycle generation. Tormenting taunts led to rock throwing and even shooting with BB guns by youths with an ignorant impression of how to have a good time. He became a real source of amusement because he would chase his tormentors.
“It must have been out of fear and wonder that young boys bothered this mysterious, powerful man, who only wanted to be left alone.”
Page 243: “He was taken to Cherokee, where he died. Leo Cassel last visited him six months ago in Cherokee. He was confused and having some leg trouble, but seemed happy.
“Exactly where Joe came from and what he did for his estimated 69 years is unclear. By talking to those who knew him casually, you can pick up tiny pieces of what seems to be a sad giant puzzle.
“He must have gone through life with only the clothes on his back. When his body was shipped here from Cherokee, his personal property included work clothes, underwear and shoes. No papers, pictures, identification or mementos.
“Holidays probably didn’t mean much to him, since he didn’t have a family with which to spend them, but he’ll be buried at Riverview Cemetery on Christmas Eve. I’ll be there, because I owe him for some rocks and name-calling.
“In the years I knew of him, I never once saw a grin on that weathered old face. I would hope he’d smile if he knew how sad his blank obituary form makes me.”
Page 245: “So that’s the end of ol’ Joe, right?” he asked. “Guess you have some interesting recollections, now don’t you?” He showed a sly smile. “I know you do for sure, Skag. Probably all of you. Wish I’d known about your story, Mr. Waller. There was something about Joe’s background that you didn’t mention. He was on one of those orphan trains as a kid. I was never able to find out anything more on that. He always clammed up.”
Larry recalled the time guys were bellied up at the bar, talking about the old days, when passenger trains were a new big thing. “Heck, we’d take Marykay and Judy down to the depot just to see the big locomotive come chugging in. Kids screamed at the big, loud monster coming right at us, but they loved it.
“Anyhow, Joe came walking up to the bar for his glass of beer and he’d been listening. Never did that before. He stood back, but I could tell he was interested. When the topic changed and I turned to leave, Joe tugged at my sleeve—something he’d never done. He was a man of few words, but that day he said, very plainly—with his German accent—‘I come on orphan train. Mean Wisconsin farmer. No pay.'” Larry said he had tried to ask Joe a few questions but Joe had said all he cared to and the subject never came up again. “My assumption is that some Wisconsin farmer needed a hired man, but Joe wasn’t yet big and strong enough to do the work, so got bounced and either was on an orphan train or simply hopped freights. Eventually landed in Algona. But hey, I really don’t know.”
Page 268: Even now, many years later and at unexpected times, my mind often travels back to the bittersweet memories of our childhood days seeking adventure. They always trail off to the snowy vision upon leaving the pauper’s gravesite on the Christmas Eve of 1970.
We drove away from the chill at Riverview Cemetery and returned to the snug security of our families, warm homes, hot meals and the fruits of love and labor. But if I think back upon my life, the earliest regrets are there. They’re in the deep part of my conscience, where I am unable to wish away poor decisions of my youth.
And it is there, in the recesses, where Walkin’ Joe trods silently.
Walkin’ Joe website
On Ranch near Ennis, Montana
A Man’s Foes Shall Be They Of His Own Household
Drought in California
The severe drought in California is God’s wrath on sin: the sins of abortion, homosexuality, earth worship and other sins. California also has its fair share of evangellyfish Christians.
I Kings 17: 1: “And Elijah the Tishbite, who was of the inhabitants of Gilead, said unto Ahab, As the LORD God of Israel liveth, before whom I stand, there shall not be dew nor rain these years, but according to my word.”
Jeremiah 14: 1-7: “The word of the LORD that came to Jeremiah concerning the dearth. Judah mourneth and the gates thereof languish; they are black unto the ground; and the cry of Jerusalem is gone up. And their nobles have sent their little ones to the waters: they came to the pits, and found no water; they returned with their vessels empty; they were ashamed and confounded, and covered their heads. Because the ground is chapt, for there was no rain in the earth, the plowman were ashamed, they covered their heads. Yea, the hind also calved in the field, and forsook it, because there was no grass. And the wild asses did stand in the high places, they snuffed up the wind like dragons; their eyes did fail, because there was no grass. O, LORD, though our iniquites testify against us, do thou it for thy name’s sake: for our backslidings are many; we have sinned against thee.”
For those who promote the sin of homosexuality by teaching it to children in public schools:
Luke 17: 2: “It were better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and he cast into the sea, than that he should offend one of these little ones.”
Hollywood also loves to promote the sin of homosexuality through TV programs and films.
This is Sodom! This is Sodom!
Homosexuality is a Sin
Dimitru Duduman—America Will Burn
Brian’s Dream about the United States and Africa
How California’s extreme drought will lead to a wave of earthquakes
Hebrews 11: 21: “By faith Jacob, when he was a dying, blessed both the sons of Joseph; and worshipped, leaning upon the top of his staff.”
Excerpts from Tozer’s Whatever Happened To Worship?:
“Did you know that the often-quoted Jean-Paul Sartre describes his turning to philosophy and hopelessness as a turning away from a secularistic church? He says, ‘I did not recognize in the fashionable God who was taught me, Him who was waiting for my soul. I needed a Creator; I was given a businessman!'”
“The strange and wonderful thing about it is that truly winsome and loving saints do not even know about their attractiveness. The great saints of past eras did not know they were great saints. If someone had told them, they would not have believed it, but those around them knew that Jesus was living His life in them.”
“Any untrained, unprepared, unspiritual empty rattletrap of a person can start something religious and find plenty of followers who will listen and pay and promote it. It may become very evident that he or she had never heard from God in the first place.”
“True worship is to be so personally and hopelessly in love with God that the idea of a transfer of affection never even remotely exists.”
“Another kind of unacceptable worship is symbolized by the attitude of the Samaritans in the Bible. The Old Testament history reveals that Jeroboam, the first king of Israel after it became the Northern Kingdom, set up two places of worship. He wanted to be sure his people were weaned from their habit of worshiping at Jerusalem. He installed golden calves to be worshiped at Jerusalem. He installed golden calves to be worshiped in convenient places, Bethel and Dan.
“The heresy of Samaritanism—the practice of picking out what we like to worship and rejecting what we do not like—is widespread.
“Actually, it has opened up a whole new field for applied psychology and humanism under a variety of religious disguises. In this context, men and women set themselves as judges of what the Lord has said. Instead of getting down on their knees and letting the Lord judge them, they stand with pride and judge the Lord.”
“The stark, tragic fact is that the efforts of many people to worship are unacceptable to God. Without an infusion of the Holy Spirit there can be no true worship. This is serious. It is hard for me to rest peacefully at night knowing that millions of cultured, religious people are merely carrying on church traditions and religious customs and they are not actually reaching God at all.”
“In Europe many generations ago, the dear old saint of God, Brother Lawrence, was on his deathbed. Rapidly losing his physical strength, he witnessed to those gathered around him: ‘I am not dying. I am just doing what I have been doing for the past 40 years, and doing what I expect to be doing for all eternity?’
“‘What is that?’ he was asked. He replied quickly, ‘I am worshiping the God I love!'”
“The man whom God will use must be undone. He must be a man who has seen the King in His beauty.”
“How long do you think it will be, if Jesus tarries, before some of the amazing new churches like those in the primitive Baliem Valley of Irian Jaya, Indonesia, will be sending gospel missionaries to Canada and the United States?”
“Through that encounter I realized that unless we arouse ourselves spiritually, unless we are brought back to genuine love and adoration and worship, our candlestick could be removed. We may need missionaries coming to us indeed. We may need them to show us what genuine and vital Christianity is!”
“I am going to say something to you which will sound strange. It even sounds strange to me as I say it, because we are not used to hearing it within our Christian fellowships. We are saved to worship God. All that Christ had done for us in the past and all that He is doing now leads to this one end.”
“Why should the church of Jesus Christ be a spiritual school where hardly anyone ever graduates from the first grade?”
“The sum total of the deep and eternal wisdom of the age lies in Jesus Christ as a treasure hidden away. There is no kind of true wisdom that cannot be found within Him. All the deep eternal purposes of God reside in Him because His perfect wisdom enables Him to plan far ahead. All history becomes the slow development of His eternal purposes.”
“In relation to Jesus Christ, it has been the uniqueness and the perfection of His moral beauty that has charmed even those who claimed to be His enemies throughout the centuries of history. We do not have any record of Hitler saying anything against the moral perfections of Jesus. One of the great philosophers, Nietzsche, himself an instrument of antichristian forces in this world, died finally beating his forehead on the floor and moaning, ‘That man Jesus I love. I don’t like Paul.’
“Nietzsche objected to Paul’s theology of justification and salvation by faith, but he was strangely moved within by the perfections of moral beauty found in the life and character of Jesus, the Christ, the Lord of all beauty.”
“If you do not know Him and worship Him, if you do not long to reside where He is, if you have never known wonder and ecstasy in your soul because of His crucifixion and resurrection, your claim of Christianity is unfounded. It cannot be related to the true Christian life and experience at all.
“Meanwhile, I believe that we as Christians must become willing to allow every ugly thing in our lives to be crucified. We must indeed worship the Lord of all beauty in spirit and in truth. This is not a popular thing, for so many Christians insist that they must be entertained while they are being edified.”
“We have such smooth, almost secularized ways of talking people into the kingdom of God that we can no longer find men and women willing to seek God through the crisis of encounter. When we bring them into our churches, they have no idea of what it means to love and worship God because, in the route through which we have brought them, there has been no personal encounter, no personal crisis, no need of repentance—only a Bible verse with a promise of forgiveness.”
“I think the prophets of God saw farther into the centuries and into the mysteries of God than we can with our great modern telescopes and electronic means of measuring lights years and planets and galaxies.
“The prophets saw the Lord our God. They saw Him in His beauty, and they tried to describe Him.
“They described Him as radiantly beautiful and fair, a winsome being. They said that he was royal and that He was gracious. They described Him as a majestic being; and yet they noted his meekness. They saw Him as righteous and filled with truth. They tried to describe the manner of His love, with its gladness and joy and fragrance.
“When the prophets try to describe for me the attributes, the graces, the worthiness of the God who appeared to them and dealt with them, I feel that I can kneel down and follow their admonition: ‘He is thy Lord—worship thou Him.'”
“Two of Spurgeon’s greatest sermons were ‘God in The Silence’ and ‘God in The Storm.’ The heart that knows God can find God anywhere. I surely join with Spurgeon in the truth that a person filled with the Spirit of God, a person who has met God in a living encounter can know the joy of worshiping Him, whether in the silences of life or in the storms of life.”
“The Beheading of John the Baptist” by Massimo Stanzione, 1634
Psalm 105: 15: “Touch not mine anointed, and do my prophets no harm.”
This is from Wikipedia:
An account of John the Baptist is found in all extant manuscripts of the Jewish Antiquities (book 18, chapter 5, 2) by Flavius Josephus (37–100):
“Now some of the Jews thought that the destruction of Herod’s army came from God, and that very justly, as a punishment of what he did against John, that was called the Baptist: for Herod slew him, who was a good man, and commanded the Jews to exercise virtue, both as to righteousness towards one another, and piety towards God, and so to come to baptism; for that the washing [with water] would be acceptable to him, if they made use of it, not in order to the putting away [or the remission] of some sins [only], but for the purification of the body; supposing still that the soul was thoroughly purified beforehand by righteousness. Now when [many] others came in crowds about him, for they were very greatly moved [or pleased] by hearing his words, Herod, who feared lest the great influence John had over the people might put it into his power and inclination to raise a rebellion, (for they seemed ready to do any thing he should advise,) thought it best, by putting him to death, to prevent any mischief he might cause, and not bring himself into difficulties, by sparing a man who might make him repent of it when it would be too late. Accordingly he was sent a prisoner, out of Herod’s suspicious temper, to Macherus, the castle I before mentioned, and was there put to death. Now the Jews had an opinion that the destruction of this army was sent as a punishment upon Herod, and a mark of God’s displeasure to him.”