I breathe. I breathe in deep . . . it’s like the wind . . . it’s like a fragrance that stirs to wake.
Oh, yes, that is Him. I know Him well. I know His scent. It smells like life!
And this fresh breeze that I so love to linger in, and breathe in deep, and smile at as it blows about me, is something that I cannot live without . . . His presence.
Artwork: Desert Wind © Rob Chiu
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Are you surprised at how it feels, dear one? Are you surprised at the lightness of it? The washed-in-fresh-water sensation of it?
Now you know the power of His blood. Now you know how well it washes clean till all the grime of sin is gone and like a child the innocence is back.
Child-like faith, child-like hope, child-like clean again! And to think that you did not believe in second chances . . . well, you were wrong.
Artwork: Evening by Maxfield Parrish
Three cheers for Iceland! Or rather thousands of glorious cheers.
Iceland imprisoned its bankers. Iceland put its people first. Iceland refused to save the banks and it allowed them to fail! Hooray for such a courageous folk!
And what of Iceland now? Iceland’s economy is growing fast; faster than the U.S. and Europe. The government created better banks and forgave the people much of their debt. The brave, fighting folk of the cold north are wise, with wiser leaders than we have in the United States.
Remember us, Iceland, as we begin our fight . . . for we shall remember you and your great victory and it shall help us in our own dark night.
Photograph: handcuffed man, unknown; Iceland, unknown
Gather them up, sweet little souls each one. Gather them up and heaven-bound we go. Cloak is full and, still, there are more to gather in. Millions more!
There is a war against your small sweet lives; there is a war because you have an enemy who hates you.
Abused, abandoned, trafficked, murdered in your mothers’ bellies even—a thousand different ways you have been harmed across this wide earth, because of why? Because satan is afraid of you. Because satan hates the One who has created you. Because you might possibly become a follower of Him who is beloved above all. And if you did, the light in you would be far more powerful than the darkness in this world.
But mothers and fathers have been blinded to this war . . . so you are left to fight alone.
Artwork: Field of the Slain by De Morgan
They are an army, you know. Or perhaps you didn’t know. Perhaps you thought they were just sweet chubby cherubs. Or a group of soft-voiced warblers of some unearthly choir that like to wile away their time, singing. Or kindly helpers to us humans that beckon from a 4th dimension. Do you know what angels are? Do you know more than the imaginary stories of movies and TV?
They are the warring, fearless, deeply devoted armies of heaven. They are lovers of God’s Son, Christ, and obey Him alone. Men like to talk of them, but hate to speak about the One they serve. But the name of Jesus is always on their lips.
Courageous. Honorable. Terrifying. Beautiful. All and more.
Chubby Cherubs? . . . hardly.
Artwork: Angel Army, unknown
So, Dan Cathy of Chick-fil-a has a mind of his own? Has a conscience alive and well to which he answers to? Believes in a loving God who has placed marriage solely in a covenant between a man and a woman?
Oh, dear. What horror! How dare he love a wondrous God who loves him dearly back and thus he wants to think like Him and live with a mind renewed and a lifestyle that reflects His righteousness.
How dare Dan Cathy show the courage to speak what he believes, loud and clear, for all to hear. Insupportable! Insufferable! Not to be tolerated (say those who speak of tolerance the loudest!) This is America! No man shall EVER have the right to speak his mind.
Dan Cathy . . . I applaud you for it!
Photograph: tape over mouth, unknown
It was louder than the wind. Louder than the thunder even.
It blasted 'cross the heavens like a cannon ball in answer to the prayers of saints. And those minions of the dark gasped in one united breath whilst the chains of captives broke like twigs shattered by a mighty wind.
And when I heard it, I laughed. I could not help but laugh, for He so enjoyed it. The Lion of Judah loves a good roar!
Photograph: lion, unknown
They are an army, you know. Or perhaps you didn’t know. Perhaps you thought they were just sweet chubby cherubs. Or a group of soft-voiced warblers of some unearthly choir that like to wile away their time, singing. Or kindly helpers to us humans that beckon from a 4th dimension. Do you know what angels are? Do you know more than the imaginary stories of movies and TV?
So, Dan Cathy of Chick-fil-a has a mind of his own? Has a conscience alive and well to which he answers to? Believes in a loving God who has placed marriage solely in a covenant between a man and a woman?
It was louder than the wind. Louder than the thunder even.
