Psalm 100 Realized

 

Psalm 100 Realized

by Deb Moken

Had an interesting experience at church this morning during our time of praise and worship.  Gonna try to convey with words, what I believe was taking place in Heaven’s unseen realm.

Make a joyful noise unto the LORD, all ye lands.

Serve the LORD with gladness: come before his presence with singing.

What began as a sacrifice of praise (more on the ‘why’ of that later), became something I’ve never experienced before.  The sacrifice, graciously received by The One Whose praises were being declared, granted entrance into a holy, sacred place. 

Enter into his gates with thanksgiving… 

Like the Tabernacle of Moses or Jerusalem’s Temple illustrates, there is a progression; first through the gate. There is only one. And Jesus, oddly enough,  referred to Himself as The Gate in John 10:9. This area contained the altar of sacrifice where sins and transgressions were dealt with, to which all had access.  

…and into his courts with praise:... 

As a person heads West, past the brazen altar, there is an enclosed place. The barrier between the outer court and this sacred inner court was a door.  There is only one. And Jesus, oddly enough, referred to Himself as The Door in John 10:7.  This Court of Treaty housed the seven branched candlestick (Menorah) on the left, the table of showbread on the right, and in the center was the altar of incense which represented the prayers of the people.  Only priests had access to this sacred place.

  

…be thankful unto him, and bless his name.

Oddly enough, because of His Sacrifice on that cross, Jesus authorized us to be priests unto God in Revelation 1:6.  

For the LORD is good; …

And that brings us, in this mini Tabernacle/Temple tour, to the Most Holy Place a.k.a. The Holy of Holies.  A massive barricade separated the Inner Court (of Treaty) from this Holiest of all Inner Chamber.  A veil*. There is only one.  And, oddly enough, Jesus is referred to as The Veil in Hebrews 10:20.  

This veil was torn from top to bottom at the time of Christ’s crucifixion, to show the world that humans could, once again, have an intimate relationship with God.

…his mercy is everlasting;...

This room contained The Ark of The Covenant, which held the stone tablets of the law, a container of the manna Heaven miraculously provided, while the Israelites waited four decades for permission to enter the land promised them, and a rod God caused to bud with new life overnight in an effort to squelch an uprising against His anointed High Priest.  The lid of this trove of Heaven’s treasures was a solid gold work of art; two winged angels facing one another arched over the center. God named this lid The Mercy Seat and promised it to be the place where He’d meet with His creation.  Exodus 25:22  

-Back to this morning’s experience -

Ten days ago, hurricane Helene made landfall and at this writing, this deadly storm has cut a 500 mile swath of unimaginable devastation.  Lives, too soon and numerous to count, have at best, been upended; at worst, completely annihilated.  After 10 days, hopeful life rescue efforts have devolved into heart wrenching identification endeavors. Mind-numbing, soul-crushing stuff. This is what my mind hauled into church this morning.  

As we sang, I was very aware that the words were a sacrifice of praise being lifted up to Heaven, but the sacrifice wasn’t mine. It wasn’t the congregation’s sacrifice either.  We were standing, singing, offering praise for those too weak, devastated, broken and crushed to do so on their own.  We weren’t only praying for our unknown siblings in Christ, we were standing in their stead, offering their sacrifices of praise. 

I have no idea what that means.  I just know that it is. 

…and his truth endureth to all generations.

*Early Jewish tradition described this veil as being as thick as a man’s hand.

It's Puzzling
By Deb Moken 

I’ve been an orphan for nearly a month now.  Finally started sleeping through the night last week.  To say Dad or his memory haunted my dreams would not be accurate.  No, it wasn’t that, not that I’m an expert on the subject of hauntings and the haunted -  necromancy is not a thing I care to participate in - but to say my Dad dominated every non-waking hour for over 2 weeks would be fairly accurate.  

 Dreams don’t usually accompany my sleep, at least not that I am consciously aware of.  This was an unforeseen, inescapable, mysterious turn of events.  Nothing frightening or sad.  Nothing that could qualify as a memory or a regret… just innumerable particles of what, I knew instinctively, were connected to my dad. Somehow. Someway.

 I’m throwing this into print because:

a) it helps clarify the cacophony running amuck behind my eyes and between my ears, and

b) I’m curious to know if anyone else has had a similar experience.

 The dreams felt like being under a waterfall of puzzle pieces, too many to comprehend, let alone number.  Countless pieces each unique in shape and size.  I’d wake up several times a night feeling perplexed and overwhelmed; and in the morning, exhausted.

 I needed wisdom.  Thankfully, there’s an open invitation for just such a request.

 “Help me Lord.  I’m not ‘getting’ it.  What are these incessant dreams trying to communicate?”

 And just like that - the understanding began to penetrate.

 If an idea (i.e. dream) is, in fact, God breathed, and a human takes action to see it realized, does it not seem logical that the dream might possibly remain when the human departs?

 Those fragmented particles weren’t mine, but Dad’s dream(s).  I suspect the fragmentation represent the fractured incapability his mind struggled with the past 15 years or so. But maybe not.  Perhaps all Heavenly inspired enterprises fall back on the Earth like glitter or confetti at a ticker-tape parade.

   Regardless, what I came to realize is that, although he is no longer here, a person’s dream might, quite possibly remain.  

 Seems plausible.

 When Elisha asked his mentor, Elijah, to bequeath him God’s prophetic mantle, Elijah knew he didn’t have the authority to do so, but told Elisha if he should happen to witness Elijah’s exit from this life that would confirm the prophetic ministry had been entrusted to him.   

 I don’t know what Dad’s dream(s) entailed.  I do know he set out to build a farm that would sustain his family, and do so honestly and within his means, not use others as stepping stones to ascend a mountain of public approval or recognition.  

 When that information finished downloading into my heart and mind, I asked the Lord to relay a message to Dad.  

 “Jesus, please tell Dad that his life mattered.  That his dream will, in some form, carry on.  I cannot say what it will look like when those who pick up the pieces begin to reassemble them, but knowing his family, we will attempt to do so in a way that honors and adds to his legacy while attempting to build our own.”

 That night, and every night since, I’ve slept in peace.  I believe the message was relayed.   

 

 

Celebration of Life - Some Things Just Go Without Saying

Celebration of Life 
Some things just go without saying
By Deb Moken

I don’t recall ever hearing my Dad say the words, “I love you.”   Some things just go without saying.  But there comes a time when it seems necessary to put words to the unspoken laws of one’s world - and that, in part, is what today is about.  

Every person here will have a different perspective, different relationship, and possibly a completely contrary take on my Dad - and that’s ok - but this is from the eyes of his daughter, and one that was solidified long before dementia’s talons had taken hold.

While pondering this day, a verse in Corinthians floated to the forefront of my mind.  The one in chapter 8 that says: love builds up.  Well, for goodness sakes, I realized that’s the kind of love I grew up experiencing from my Dad!  He had built with the tools of love!  And when I jumped over to chapter 13 - the famous love-is chapter - more popular at weddings than funerals - with that idea in mind, and it became easy to see how I could articulate the unspoken.

My dad showed me love by building me up.  When I read that love is patient, I was reminded of the wedding we’d gone to, arriving after it had started because being on time for events scheduled during milking time… well you know, can’t happen.  

We got there near the end of the ceremony and found seats in the back row of the overflow area. While waiting;  Dad, patiently and me not so much ‘cuz I was pretty sure the cream-cheese mints were going to be gone before we’d get the go-ahead-it’s-your-turn usher’s nod - Dad just shot me his lopsided grin, shrugged a shoulder and said, “Somebody has to be last.”   AND HE WAS OKAY WITH IT! That look and those 5 words taught me, in that moment, life’s not about jockeying for position, or that being last means you loose.  Being last affords a view, a perspective that constitutes a win from a different kind of game.  

Love is kind.  The healthiest environment for growth is one that encourages wonder and discovery.  One of the quickest ways to stop a person from becoming all that their Creator intended, is to demean, belittle, ridicule, and diminish the value of faltering first steps and failed attempts. To do so would be cruel, unkind, and very short-sighted. I don’t ever recall hearing dad speak disparagingly to me. Ever.  Cruelty and fault-finding had no place in what he was working to build.

Love does not boast and is not prideful.  Dad did have an intolerance for braggarts and self exalters. If something was going to stand, it was to do so on its own merit, not propped up by hot air.  He preferred proof by actions and elbow grease.   But, when any of us kids managed a purple ribbon in 4-H, we were rewarded with a family road-trip to the state fair in Huron, an understood consequence for an accomplishment well done.

A love that builds does not dishonor others, is not self-seeking, and keeps no record of wrongs.  This requires confidence.  A knowing who you are, what your life is about.  A farmer’s life is a calling.  Like any other calling from God, it has enormous value and purpose, though often unrecognized, and under-appreciated.  But a person, confident in their worth, knows their calling isn’t validated by popular vote. It’s not built by tearing  others down, self-seeking, or tipping the scales that say I’m better than you.  Dad didn’t validate his life with comparisons.

 Not easily angered - when talking about my Dad, this tool deserves a paragraph all its own.  As a counselor, I learned that anger is often a secondary emotion, one that we unconsciously adopt to protect the more vulnerable, less understood ones.  Before things started to unravel in his world, I don’t think I could have filled a single hand with accounts of seeing outbursts of anger especially ones directed at other human beings.  Stubborn, kicking cows, that’s another issue.  

 A builder in love always protects, always trusts, always hopes and always perseveres.   As a man who took his role seriously, I believe the charge to protect was one of the final issues we dealt with.  And as we held hands, those final hours, I told him how much I appreciated him and all he had been to me, that he had honored his call, and performed well his duties as my protector, and that I had asked The Lord to step into that role,  when he was no longer with us on this side of Heaven.  I said, Dad, I release you, from the responsibility of being my protector, and  he instantly let go of my hand.  30 hours later, he was safely in the hands of The Lord.  

 His practical, craftsmanship has been something I’ve not yet mastered, but intend to practice till the day we’re together again.    

 Having you as my Dad made it easy to trust in a Heavenly Father.  In my eyes, you represented Him very well.  Thank you.

Who Is My Brother?

By Deb Moken

 There’s no denying that Jesus was a one-man revolution.  To dig into his teachings is like mining for gold or precious gems.  I stumbled on one such gem this week in Matthew 5.  A familiar portion of His inaugural message:

21Ye have heard that it was said unto them of the old time, Thou shalt not kill: for whosoever killeth shall be culpable of judgment. 22 But I say unto you, whosoever is angry with his brother unadvisedly, shall be culpable of judgment. And whosoever saith unto his brother, Raca, shall be worthy to be punished by the Council. And whosoever shall say, Fool, shall be worthy to be punished with hell fire.  (GNV)

 Admittedly, I was tempted, as is so often the case, to tell myself that because I know what it says I understand what it means.  Maybe not so much.

     “Who’s your brother?”

     “Um, well… ah…. I know that means everybody.  ‘Brother’ is synonymous with all humanity.”  

     “Really?”

     “Well, I think so.”

     “Making bold strokes with a broad brush.  Idealistic.  How about you reign it in a bit.”

     “Ok, I have 2 brothers: Rick and Ken.“

     “Oh, Deb.  Who. Is. Your, Brother?”

     “You Lord.  You are my Brother.”

     “Bingo!  Now, read it again with more specificity.”  

    If I am unjustifiably angry with you, Jesus, it’s because I am guilty of having pronounced, through short-sighted ignorance, a judgment.

     “Good.  Continue”

    If I think so little of you that your words, ways, and teachings are deemed worthless and of no significant value to me, I am guilty of accepting and giving worthless counsel.

     “Go on.”

 And if I believe you are a deceived deceiver, I am, myself deceived by the deception of hell itself.

Now, there’s some thoughts worth chewing on.  

 We are given a glimpse into what that looks like in Luke 22.    

 Peter is so angry with Jesus, he denies ever having known Him.

 Judas decided that  Jesus was a worthless waste of time and resources, so sells Him out for 30 pieces of silver to the…

Governing body who believed that He was a deceiver leading the ignorant masses down a deceptive path (away from their control), so they killed Him.  

    From where I sit, that seems to describe the state of society lately.  And it explains the process of its devolution.  Starts out by simply being ignorantly and unjustifiably angry with the Lord.  That paves the way to believing His ways are worthless and of no value to you or anyone else.  From there, it’s a short trip to swapping name-tags between the actual deceiver (satan) and The Way, The Truth, and The Life (Jesus).

    How do we find our way back?  Eph. 4 spells it out pretty clearly. And I think Paul knew what he was talking about, being one who was firmly ensconced in the anger-worthless-killer trap in his early years.  

 

Reunion

This morning a former constant-companion greeted my waking moments.  It was a tearful reunion. 

Several years ago we suffered an unexpected, abrupt separation rendering me confused and more than a little sad.  We first became acquainted in 1988.  She had so much to say, but no voice with which to speak or audience willing to listen.  I became her audience occasionally putting pen to paper attempting to give voice to her words. This forged  a mutually satisfying, collaborative partnership, which I assumed secured an unbreachable bond.  I was mistaken.  Something happened, I don’t know exactly what, but my heart had gone silent causing an acute, and I feared terminal, case of writer’s block.

 I can’t speak for other writers, I don’t know their process, but this has been mine: listen to what my heart wants to say.  The mind already knows what it thinks but the heart offers another perspective - neither are infallible, but when Mind and Heart work together it makes for a richer experience with a more satisfying outcome.  Heart brings the emotional perspective.  Heart is the place that has the ability to hear God, and conveys that communication in a way that Mind can understand.  Sometimes that’s just a bit more than Mind wants to deal with but when something is too important to ignore Heart insists on taking the helm. Hence this morning’s wake-up call.

My dad is dying.  He is, as I write this,  confined to a bed in the Hospice unit at Fort Meade Veterans Hospital.  A seizure last month has robbed him of what physical strength he had left.  Talking and eating are now enormous energy expenditures.  My mind hates everything about the situation.    And this morning I was jarred awake with what my heart had to say.

H:  “There’s one more lesson your dad wants to show you.”  

M:  Crap.  I’m pretty satisfied with the lessons already learned.

H:  “He is not.”  

M:  Crap. Don’t. Say. It.

H:  “He is going to show you how to die.”

M:  CRAP!  

H:   “What did he say with the look of sincerity he gave you yesterday?”

M:   Love.

H:   “And?”

M:   Appreciation.

H:   “And?”

M:   Trust.  Love, appreciation, and trust.

H:   “Ok.  What about love, appreciation and trust?”

M:   Principles to die by are worth living by as well.

H:  “Yep.  We’ll talk again soon.”

Thank you Dad.  Lesson received.  I love you.  Heaven is waiting to receive you.  Give Mom and Grandma my love when you see them.  We will be together soon.

3 gifts

Dressed for Success

By Deb Moken

A little, unsolicited advice before diving in.  Few things arrest and strangle the learning process as effectively as “I know”.  ”I know” is a  powerful thought-process-deactivation-switch.  Training yourself to not flip that “I know”  switch will insure a life more fascinating, rich, fulfilling and fun.

 Okay - that said, let’s dive into the ultra-familiar Prodigal Son Parable.  

Possessions, Appreciation, Identity, Authority and Purpose

 When the possession-driven son returns, humbled and humiliated, broke and broken the Father presented him with three gifts and throws a party.  That celebration torqued the other brother off; showing him to be a praise and appreciation driven individual. I think most folks fall into one of these two motivational categories: possessions or appreciation.  But I think the father’s three overlooked and undervalued gifts represent the best he had to offer both sons all along.    

 The robe represents a new identity -  Like a high school letterman’s jacket, it provides immediate
recognition of the wearer's affiliation.  The robe wearer, having been rescued out of the kingdom of darkness, is now identified as being the Righteousness* of God in Christ Jesus. 

  

2000 year old signet ring

 The ring represents authority -  In Biblical times, a signet ring gave the wearer the authority of the one whose signet it bore.  Think power-of-attorney.  The ring gives the wearer legal authority to represent and speak on behalf of the Father and His Kingdom.   

The shoes represent purpose and mission -  A person needs decent footwear if they want to go somewhere.  How the sandal wearer chooses to fulfill that mission is unique but the mission itself remains constant.  It is to declare the good news of Christ’s Gospel. The news?  The evil, merciless, wicked, maniacal overlord has been overthrown, and humanity is free to choose a life  governed by the heavenly principles of forgiveness,  grace, love, and mercy.

 The Cross Changed Everything!

*Righteous means to be right with God. Because Christ Jesus paid the ransom, required by the enemy,  He legally satisfied the enemy's demand for our release:  the blood of a sinless human being.  

 

 

 

Are these the last days?

Previous blogs in this series:

The Proof Is In The Pudding

Speculate and Manipulate

How To Know Who To Follow

It's been a struggle to figure out how to wrap up this series, knowing that what I have to say is not very popular, especially now, when so many are declaring that we are teetering on the brink of annihilation based on their belief in a widely held eschatological interpretation of John's Revelation of Jesus Christ; that it is a prophetic glimpse into the end times a.k.a. eschatology.

Question: how to study something that has yet to materialize?  

Answer: it's not possible.  

Conclusion: at best, you'll collect a pile of speculative interpretations. At worst, when those interpretations are promoted as fact, embraced as truth, and become firmly ensconced in receptive hearts the faithful embracers are rewarded with emptiness, hopelessness and fear.  Quite possibly a false teaching conceived and/or promoted by false teachers.

Case(s) In Point

Look into the lives of John Calvin (silenced a peer by burning him at the stake), Cyrus Scofield (the inspiration for the opening paragraph in How To Know Who To Follow, and John Nelson Darby is the central character rising out of my search into Holy Spirit's waking statement, "Hijacked Eschatology". 

These three men have had an enormous influence on the church.  Not a healthy, life-giving influence but one that has produced widespread despondency.  And that despondency seems to be multiplying in recent months with representatives of the church promoting the idea that what is written in the book of Revelation is being played out in today's headlines, proving, in their minds, that the dispensational interpretation conceived by Darby and promoted by Scofield must be true.  

But what if...

What if God had an enemy who knew the Word well enough to twist and pervert its meaning? An enemy who understood human nature well enough to manipulate and exploit it in order to undermine God's plan?

What if that enemy was okay with taking a century or two to set up his master plan?   What if that enemy knew his greatest weapon was the art of deception?  And that by simply twisting a few keys to unlock the mystery of John's Revelation, and whispered those key ideas to a few ambitious, pride motivated individuals placed in a few influential positions he could flood the unsuspecting church with his narrative, promoting his agenda with a repeat of the Garden's "Did God Really Say?" approach.  

The beauty of this plan would be that by using the words from the Bible, the Heirs of Salvation would be convinced that their belief is Biblical and opposing it would be either futile or defy God's plan. He  could lead them into destruction without a fight. 

Knowing the best way to predict the future is to create it, to accomplish this evil plan all that enemy would have to do is hijack eschatology.

A theory that is not too far-fetched is it?   

Is it true?  I don't know.  But hopefully I've sparked a healthy dose of scepticism for the idea that the Lord is returning in a few days for a cowering, despondent church.  And that spark might be fanned into a full on flame of your own investigative research.

How To Know Who To Follow

by Deb Moken

 

What if I told you that an unscrupulous, self-proclaimed ‘doctor’ of unknown/undeclared discipline, from the 1800's robbed the life savings’ from his unsuspecting victims by forging paperwork and signatures? And that this man was the driving force behind some of the most cherished doctrines embraced by evangelical Christians today? Or that some of the most defended doctrines were formulated and propagated by the maniacal and murderous of the 16th century?   

 Don’t worry. I won’t. Not because it’s false, but because it’s not the most effective method of producing actual changes in heart-held beliefs. Jesus would introduce new teachings by way of parable and encourage uprooting inaccurate or obsolete beliefs by asking uncomfortable questions.

 I’m not good at telling stories. But I do like to ask curiosity invoking questions hoping to initiate searches that lead to discoveries. Questions like:

    Whose teachings am I actually following?  

    Who was that guy (or gal) anyway?  

    If this person were alive today, would I go their church, buy their books or listen to their podcasts? 

    Were they known to be followers of Christ by their exhibition of love for one another? 

    Does believing this doctrine produce hope and peace, compassion and joy in my heart? 

    What effect does it appear to have in my life or the lives of others who’ve chosen to believe it?

 In Matthew 7:15-20 Jesus tells us to be on the lookout for false proclaimors of ‘truth’. If you don’t know them personally and are unable to determine the caliber of their character and sincerity (or reality) of their conversion, how can you weed out the good from the bad? The Lord instructed to check out their fruit; which are the doctrines and disciples their proclamations produce.  

 I’ve used the Lord’s method to recognize, in my own life, foul fruit. And where possible, have traced the teachings back to their ill-conceived origins. Sure enough, the discoveries made by upending a sacred cow or entrenched rock have given me all the impetus needed to erase those ideas from my world and theological views. Ideas that, I believe, were intentionally planted in the minds of the searching, watered by fear and sudo-certainty. Ideas that continue to produce bumper crops of unhealthy, impotent, and anti-christlike beliefs masquerading a truth.

Our generation doesn’t have the corner on malevolence.  Have you ever wondered who were the Jim Jones’, Vernon Howells, Charles Mansons, David Bergs and Ron Hubbards of previous centuries? Have any of  their ideas, interpretations, slants and theological grids tainted, infiltrated, and influenced the teachings we have come to believe today? Do their teachings hijack eschatology and undermine the Cross? If so, they have no place in our hearts or our pulpits. The Cross Changed Everything.

Speculate & Manipulate A Dangerous Combination

Speculate & Manipulate
A Dangerous Combination
by Deb Moken

Historically, we know that satan pays attention when God speaks and he speculates how that prophet declaration might play out. Then, based on that speculation, the enemy works to manipulate the outcome hoping to thwart God’s plan.

For Example:

In Eden God declared, “Her seed will crush your head.”  

His eschatological speculation:  One of her kids is going to destroy me. 

His attempt at manipulating the future: Kill her offspring. 

His tactic?  Provoke jealousy in Cain (who, as the oldest, quite possibly thought himself slated to be the Eternally-Lauded-Enemy-Head-Crusher as well.  

Satan succeeded in provoking Cain to murder his own brother, Abel, but he missed the truth of God’s prophetic declaration by a mile.

Fast forward a couple of centuries and God finds a man, with whom He could enter into a covenant, 

Abram.  From his family the world’s Redeemer would come. Satan’s eschatological speculation led to the attempted manipulation the bloodline hoping to derail the plan. His deceptive reasoning seemed to make sense to the humans involved. A little extramarital sex, some more jealousy, and things were looking mighty muddy. And to the enemy's ire, God continued to execute His plan in spite of the mud.

Then there were Joseph’s brothers (Abraham's great grandsons) who satan provoked to hatred. They originally thought it’d be good to murder the kid, but decided to make some money in the process by selling him into slavery.

And let's not forget the two rulers satan inspired to murder the babies of Abraham's posterity:  Pharaoh in Egypt and Herod in Bethlehem. 

4,000 years of recorded history of God interacting and making covenants with His creation.  We are shown how the enemy attempted to thwart God’s plan, and how humans, both wittingly and unwittingly fell into satan’s alternate/ulterior agenda.  FOUR. THOUSAND. YEARS.  

 And then came The Cross!

God won.  I like to remind myself that God, using only dirt (humans having been formed from it), air (He breathed into us life), and a promise (the woman’s seed is going to crush your head) crafted His magnificent plan to redeem humanity from the prison-state referred to as the law of sin and death. That plan was so beyond the enemy’s realm of comprehension. So certain, he was, that every possible loop-hole had been closed, making his ransom demands completely unattainable; the blood of a sinless man. God’s plan succeeded.  

It’s important to recognize that this was a legal issue, fought, argued, and won in the universe’s highest court.  The throne of God.  

Jesus won.  Not going to win.  Not, "I’ve read the end of the book and we win”. JESUS WON! Past tense. It may seem like simple semantics, but it’s not.  It’s one of the enemy’s tactical maneuvers to deceive the Free into believing there’s another appeal in process.  There is not.  That is what I believe the Book of Revelation is all about.  That is why the Cross didn't postpone everything.  The Cross Changed everything!  

Again, I hope you’ll join me as I explore and expose some of the tactics the enemy has used to keep the facts of his case hidden.  It’s some fascinating stuff.  ‘Till next time, just remember, The Cross Changed Everything!  

The Proof Is In The Pudding

The Proof Is In The Pudding

by Deb Moken

“Wisdom is vindicated by all her children.”That quote, from Jesus, has been crucial in my navigation through the past 20 years.  After a few decades under the proverbial belt of doctrinal teachings, I had to do some serious weeding.  To determine what could stay and what had to go in my heart’s collection of beliefs was to simply answer the questions, “What has this particular doctrine or belief brought into my life?”, “Does it produce any fruit that reproduced God’s wisdom?” If not I did my best to drop it like a hot rock.  

Warning!  What follows may be distressing to many of my readers.  I ask, if you choose to continue, that you do so with an open mind. If you’ve read my book, What If The Cross Changed Everything?, you already know my interpretation of John’s Revelation of Jesus Christ aka The Book of Revelation, is different than the very popular one currently en vogue. My intent was to offer an alternative interpretation based on a Biblical foundation and historical reference, void of speculation and the sensational.

Hijacked  

It’s a simple concept.  A vehicle, carrying passengers, is overtaken by a person or group with a different purpose or destination.  The unwitting passengers are forced into the hijacker’s plan. Travelers become trapped.

Hijackers have an agenda. They might simply want the vehicle. They might be looking for a large audience to hear their message and believe a high-profile hijacking will provide a world-wide platform. Or they might want valuable collateral to leverage a ransom. Regardless of the motive, the hijacked are at an enormous disadvantage.  They are powerless, unprepared and taken completely off-guard.

Eschatology

Eschatology is a less familiar term which means the study of end-times. Forgive me for pointing out the obvious here, but isn’t it impossible to study something that has yet to exist? Perhaps a more accurate definition would be the theoretical speculation based on Biblical references presumed to be referencing future events.

Putting It Together

There we were cruising along in the vehicle of life and WHAM, it feels like we were hijacked by 2020. The world, as we knew it, appears to have gone completely insane. And the Christian Church seems to have been, in spite of the well-known, widely-held, vehemently-espoused doctrines built on the foundation of dispensationalism*, like victims of a hijacking, appear powerless, unprepared and taken completely off-guard; in spite of the head-lines that seem to fall in near perfect alignment with the dispensational interpretation of The Book of Revelation. 

What's Up With That?

I asked the Lord for insight and He gave me a two word answer, “Hijacked eschatology.”

Stay tuned… this is some empowering, exciting, faith building, Christ honoring, God blessing stuff!

*The Left Behind series is based on the dispensation doctrine.  

Gratitude

Thank you for the food we eat,

Thank you for your word so sweet

Thank you for the birds that sing,

Thank you God for everything.  Amen

Philippians 4:8-9

Finally, believers, whatever is true, whatever is honorable and worthy of respect, whatever is right and confirmed by God’s word, whatever is pure and wholesome, whatever is lovely and brings peace, whatever is admirable and of good repute; if there is any excellence, if there is anything worthy of praise, think continually on these things [center your mind on them, and implant them in your heart].The things which you have learned and received and heard and seen in me, practice these things [in daily life], and the God [who is the source] of peace and well-being will be with you. (AMP)

It’s widely accepted that stress is among the worst emotions for health and well-being.  Stress has been singled out as the underlying culprit in everything from heart-disease to hemorrhoids and nearly everything in between.  Fear, guilt, shame, worry, and anxiety  are just a few of the negative emotions that feed the stress response. Interesting to note that these are emotions God’s word encourages us to avoid, or the Cross of Christ has made the way for us to be free of.

What about the health effects of positive emotions?  A recent internet search for ‘gratitude and digestion’ brought up nearly half a million hits.  I read half a dozen of them; enough to reinforce my long-held belief in the importance of emotions when it comes to health in general and digestion in particular.

A few years ago, the Smithsonian magazine had an article by a photographer who captured tears and photographed them under a high powered microscope.  Tears of joy and happiness look very different than tears of grief and onions.  The emotions we experience change our body’s chemistry.  Tears reflect those changes.  Naturally occurring changes in body chemistry is undeniably powerful, and unconsciously manipulated by heart-held beliefs and the thoughts we ponder.

Drugs are synthesized attempts at duplicating the body’s natural ability to produce these powerful responses.

The chemicals released in our bodies when we are feeling grateful produce the optimum environment for healthy digestion, leading to healthy lives.  Fear, shame, and guilt are not the emotions to be laboring under when you eat.  Starting today, if you aren’t already in the habit, begin to be mindful of things you are grateful for, including but not limited to, what’s on the fork in front of you.  

Several years ago I stumbled on the frozen water crystal experiments of Dr. Masaru Emoto. He took water, that had been exposed to different emotionally charged environments or words, froze it, then photographed the frozen results.  If you have 3 or 4 minutes, check this out:
Water crystal video   Keep in mind that the human brain and heart are about 73% water, and suddenly Proverbs 18:21, The power of life and death are in the tongue, isn't so hard to figure out.

Our eleven-year-old grandson broke his leg skiing a couple weeks ago.  He told me about the horrible pain, laying in the snow, waiting for ski patrol and the people who stopped to help.  When I asked  what he felt when they stopped, without hesitation, he said, "Grateful! Unimaginably grateful!"  And I knew that flood of gratitude played a major role in his broken body that day; and will continue its miracle-work every time that memory is replayed and its power is released.

Gratitude, is a powerful force, let's release it!  Thank you for the food we eat, thank you for your word so sweet. Thank you for the birds that sing. Thank you Lord for everything! Amen