Stuck In The Darkness

If there is an excess of light, you will not recognize any more light. God works in the darkness. It is during our dark times that God will bring light to the visions and promises He has spoken. When we receive a vision or promise from God and our “spiritual vision” goes dark, wait and listen, for God will work in the darkness of your days while you remain faithful. This is the message I received when I read Oswald Chambers meditation for January 19. Read his meditation yourself and listen to what God speaks to you personally: Oswald Chambers - "Vision and Darkness"

Not Of This World

He stood on the porch staring into the night. Emotionless, drained, deplete of all things in human form, he in the quietness of his soul, asked, “God...where are you?” The silentness within was peaceful, void of all feeling. He stepped off the porch onto the first step of the stoop. Looking down, watching his next step in the silvery moonlight, he carefully placed his feet to stand solidly on the walk. Even this simple step took all of his focus and effort.

As he looked up from the ground, the hazy, white curvature of a ring of light came into his visual awareness, once hidden by the overhang of the roof. He continued to tilt his head back, stiff and sore from the heaviness that weighed on his mind. To complete his view heavenward to see the fullness of the ring, he craned his head until the spotlight of the moon fully illuminated his face. The halo, hovering in the heavens, encircled him completely, the moon centered, a brilliant light, an eye gazing upon him, like that of a helicopter spotlight that has found the one lost at sea, surviving the waves of the storm that capsized his boat.

“You are my angel,” the voice in his heart responded to him. Numb from the force of the waves that had pounded him for days, his senses dulled by the crushing weight of the water that had crashed upon him, he began to sob. He had not drowned, nor had he been deserted. Though the waters had towered around him, great and black walls that swelled then collapsed, submerging him in the gallows of the sea, he arose from the depths, a mighty hand lifting him from peril.

The storm was over. The waters, now quiet, as still as his heart that beat within, reflected the light of the heavens, their surface silver, he like a jewel, seen from above. His eyes traced the feathery ring stretching for miles around its bright center, on the wings of angels his rescue came. He smiled at his Heavenly Father, unseen, yet present all around him.

A shudder waved through his body as he stood on the walk, mesmerized by what he had seen. He turned and walked up the steps to the house that awaited him. “This is your home,” the voice of the heart spoke as he opened the door. The coolness of the air inside reminded him of efforts to conserve all resources, his financial life bankrupt, his career as he had known it all his life, in a shambles.

“Keep warm in your home,” the fatherly voice offered. Removing his coat, he shivered. “Place my robe on your shoulders.” The robe, full-length and white, a coat of honor given by his Father to His faithful and loving son. “You are not of this world.” Hearing this he knew he belonged to his Father, real to Him.

“Take the grains of the field, milk, and honey, and eat, your fast complete.” He went to the cupboard finding a cup of mixed grains, hearing, “This is all you need.”

The honey flowed from the spout. “Take all you want,” the voice responded. He then covered the grains with the golden, blossom honey. He watched the white milk pour, covering the base of the mound, leaving its peak crested with glistening, liquid gold running down its sides.

“Eat at my table,” his Father offered to him. He sat at the head, that reserved for a Prince, and closed his eyes to prayer, yet instead, he heard the still small voice in his heart whisper, “Thank you for loving me.”

While his eyes were closed, he saw himself crest the mountaintop and for the first time to see the other side. He had only known the arid and barren land from which he had climbed. For all of his needs were provided, daily provisions, the water of life, protection from the roaming beasts of the wilderness, yet there was something lacking of which he was in pursuit.

Throughout his journey to the mountain, he crossed paths, came alongside, and invested in the lives of others. It may have been a simple prayer for a stranger limping along his way. It may have been the money he slipped in the coat pocket of the single mom of three. It may have been the suffering with whom he stood, strong in faith for their healing. It may have been the family to whom he gave so freely that he lost along the way. Regardless, the fruits of his labor did not blossom in this land.

What he saw on the other side made his mouth gape in awe, for spread as far as his eyes could see was a land lush with growth, blossoms and fruits, fields of grain, meadows with sheep and cattle, streams crisply flowing into lakes abundant with life. In the sprawling valley, perched atop a hill to provide a panoramic view of this beauty stood a grand, white house. In the rolling meadow children played, scampering to and fro. His eyes scanned searching for what was missing.

The movement along the meadow’s brook caught his gaze, and there, strolling barefoot along the water’s edge, dressed in white, fluttering in the breeze was the love missing in his life. “All this is yours, as far as your eyes can behold,” the voice of the Father said in his heart. “Your prayers for others, of all you so freely gave, have been laid as treasure on the other side.

A single tear rolled down his cheek as the dam in his heart broke free. He heard a tremendous rumble as the ground shook around him, the neighboring mountain falling down. Water flowed freely to the barren land from which he traveled, its fingers moving across the plain, soaking the dormant soil, healing the paths of sorrow that wound through his wandering days.

Plants sprang forth covering the barren brown. A cloud of birds crested over the mountain descending upon the growth, their song of life chirping as the green foliage became full grown. The sound of music filled the air, a symphony of triumph and victory, as love swept over the land. “All of this is yours, too, the land in which you trod, the deposits of your life made fertile with the love you kept hidden on the other side.”

The milk and honey softened the grains as he tasted that which he had forgone. The milk, sweetened by the succulent honey, and the grains swelling with life filled the void that the fast had made. “What does this all mean?” He thought as he contemplated all that he had seen.

Laying atop the table was the message, sitting there unnoticed until then not revealed. He opened the book to find understanding and this he found as he read:

Open your heart to everyone, don’t you hold back.

Share the glory of the Son, the shining light of your heart.

What you cannot see is only hidden, a treasure deposited away.

Have faith that what you’re doing, is known as Jesus’ Way.


I am with you always, in the depths of sorrow, to the heights of glory I soar.

My wings will protect you, on these we ride afar.

For I am the mighty tower with whom you stand so strong,

To prevail the tempest winds, swelling seas of the dark force.


Your life was swept from you, the sea it raged so long,

Yet as the waters receded, standing on solid rock I saw,

A man with boldness and courage, a faith driven deep by trials,

Scarred and torn and weary, yet in his faith standing strong.


Originally published February 16, 2011
Copyright © 2011 Jeff Cambridge

A Time for Everything

My last post was composed as I headed home from church yesterday morning. Amazing how words just drop in my mind and heart. I was blinded by the light of the sun as I drove directly into it. I thought of the warmth that surrounded the picture that a friend sent to me. I wanted to be in the fire of the sun, somewhere not in the cold winter of Indiana. Yet, I felt warm within. My soul was content with where I was. Although tired from my overnight shift, I felt within the glow of a fire, rich in hot coals, and then saw the fire ignite as it was flamed by the wind. I felt God's love for me, and I was content, knowing that soon, the snow would be gone and the trees would show forth buds bursting with new life! Then it hit me. As we journey through the life that God hands us, there are many seasons. King Solomon wrote a beautiful passage in Ecclesiastes about Time:

A Time for Everything

1 For everything there is a season,

a time for every activity under heaven.

2 A time to be born and a time to die.

A time to plant and a time to harvest.

3 A time to kill and a time to heal.

A time to tear down and a time to build up.

4 A time to cry and a time to laugh.

A time to grieve and a time to dance.

5 A time to scatter stones and a time to gather stones.

A time to embrace and a time to turn away.

6 A time to search and a time to quit searching.

A time to keep and a time to throw away.

7 A time to tear and a time to mend.

A time to be quiet and a time to speak.

8 A time to love and a time to hate.

A time for war and a time for peace.

It is with these thoughts that I pictured the bud bursting in Spring, seeing the moment that it shed its cover and life again abounded. God gave us seasons in our life so that we have tomorrow to which to look forward, for without, we would be stuck in the quagmire of today. If today is one of those joyous days, then we move forth with passion and live life to the fullest. Yet, all seasons have an end, or at least a change. We grow older. Our children grow up and become men and women from the bodies and souls that we treasure as children. Look at Silas, my four-year old. How could anyone want him to mature beyond his present innocence! Yet, this is a season in his life, and mine to behold.

The agony of death, the toll it takes on our souls. Whether its a true passing to the other side, or a death of a relationship, or a loved one that chooses to rob himself of his heritage as the prodigal son, the toll it has on the soul is like the icy, wintry storm that grips one to inaction and fear. Yet, God did not give us a spirit of fear. No! He gives us a spirit of power, of love, and of a sound mind! So, in our season of despair we look forward to the season of Joy when the buds that remained in His protection can burst forth with His Love, His Grace, and His Forgiveness that is unsurpassed by man.

There are times that we must forgive God. I know it may sound blasphemous. How can man forgive the God who allowed forgiveness through the sacrifice of His Son on the cross? Yet, forgiveness of the heart is not blasphemy, and God abides in our heart. Until we can let go of the pain that we are holding within, holding only for our own self protection, we cannot grow in the season of Spring that He has for each and everyone of us! Yes, we hold onto pain, grief, disappointment and make them friends. They become our closest companions. They sleep with us, have breakfast with us, walk through our day with us, and bar us from letting go of their worthless souls by making us feel empty if they were gone.

There is another story, and this is mine. I am not unlike most of us who have experienced the heartache of death. We have all been there in some form. My heart was hallow, emptied of any love, like, or any attitude for living. I was in my dead season, the dark times of walking endlessly through the maze of tunnels in the basement of life, searching for the way out. I read further through the story of life, for mine is no better than this:

“What do workers gain from their toil? I have seen the burden God has laid on the human race. He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the human heart; yet no one can fathom what God has done from beginning to end. I know that there is nothing better for people than to be happy and to do good while they live. That each of them may eat and drink, and find satisfaction in all their toil—this is the gift of God. I know that everything God does will endure forever; nothing can be added to it and nothing taken from it. God does it so that people will fear him.”

From this wisdom I decided, I made a choice to grasp each one of His powerful gifts to move forward into a season of renewal:

a time to be born,

a time to plant,

a time to heal,

a time to build,

a time to laugh,

a time to dance,

a time to gather stones,

a time to embrace,

a time to search,

a time to keep,

a time to mend,

a time to speak,

a time to love,

and a time for peace.


With this, a time to grow tomorrow's fruit of Joy!


God bless your day! ~jeff


Quotes are expressed from Ecclesiastes 3 in the Word of God.

© Jeff Cambridge 2011

Originally published January 31, 2011

My Father's House

I turn my head to look at Father as He takes a seat in the big rocker by the fire. The fire glows stronger and brightens the room with an illumination that is pure white. The light reflects from Father; He is Holy. I look at my hands. They glow with His Holiness.

“Everything your hands touch will be blessed with the power of My Spirit,” Father says. “I know your needs and the desires of your heart. I am so glad you are home. Away from here, you have found houses of evil, of ill repute. My son, these houses are no more. They are destroyed, their timbers turned to ashes, the ashes to stone. I have thrown them in the lake of fire. They have become like hot coals to heap on the fallen angel, Lucifer. He shall not bother you in My House. He cannot approach this House, for My Word swirls around it like a whirlwind.”

I feel so protected and secure in Father’s House. My circumstances do not touch me here. I am with Father and Father only. He is all I need. Father reaches for a book on the table near the rocker.

“Do you know what this is?” He asks. The book is thick, its cover old. The pages are gilded with gold and glow with brilliance. He opens it and light pours forth reflecting from Father’s face to mine. It is bright white light, but I do not blink. The light fills me through my eyes. “Your eyes are pure, my son. What you receive form this book purifies your soul. This is the Book of Knowledge. From this book, I give you My Wisdom, the Father of Eternity who knows all.”

The clarity of my mind is awesome. The knowledge from the Book imparted directly as understanding. I did not have to think, to process. The knowledge was not information, but wisdom.

“Now, you are a Prince in My Kingdom.” Father walks to a grand wardrobe closet. It is magnificently ornate. The woodcarvings of Cherubim and Seraphim are the capstones of its corners. When Father touches the armoire, the angels come to life, their eyes glow like embers from the fire. They smile at me. I am a member of Father’s House. I recognize them. They guard over me in the world, resting on my shoulders, ready to defend me from the evil of the world, against the prince of darkness and his minions.

Father opens the door of the wardrobe; a light bursts forth. Within the light is a robe with every possible color in harmony with every other. I look at the coat I am wearing. It is dark, hanging heavy on my frame. Father brings me the magnificently colored robe. Cherubim and Seraphim fly towards me and lift the sleeves of the dark coat I am wearing. I raise my arms as they lift the heaviness from me. My body glows with pure light as the dark coat is removed. I look at my feet, barren, scarred, pierced with many thorns, festered from the unclean paths I have taken. The angels take the coat and drape it over the fire, but instead of covering the flames, it disappears, the light emanating from the fireplace consuming its darkness.

The angles fly to an adjoining room and return with a golden bowl, glowing with the same white light. Together, they lower the bowl to my feet. The golden bowl is not empty; it is filled with light, covering the entire inside.

Father walks behind me and drapes the robe over my shoulders. The robe becomes light, its magnificent colors now beaming pure white. The angels fly to another room and bring forth a golden chair, its armrests adorned with every jewel I can imagine! Beyond my imagination are jewels of colors I have never seen.

“Sit in your chair, my son. This is where you can rest and talk to me in my House.” As I sit, I notice that the chair is neither hard nor soft. I do not even feel its support, but I am sitting in it! Every muscle and tendon instantly relaxes and then holds me upright. I no longer feel my sore back, nor hear my joints crack as I move my hands and feet.

I notice my feet again, as they stand out, dark and with dried blood from the rocky and thorn-ridden path I have traveled. The hallway to my left brightens with the same pure light surrounding Father. I look into the Light expectantly. A man appears. My mind knows him instantly, but his face I do not recognize. “Jesus!” I speak without my lips or tongue moving.

I arise from my chair and slowly lower myself to my knees, my eyes not leaving His. I recognize His eyes. It’s His eyes that I have seen before! I am unable to describe Him; no words can. As my knees touch the floor, Jesus holds out His Hand. “Rise,” He says. His voice is soft and soothing, and I recognize it. I have heard Him talk to me before! In the dark of the night, invisible to my eyes, He has spoken comfort to me. I have heard that Voice. Where have I seen His eyes before? I wonder. My mind pictures the young pastor as he approaches me in church. His eyes glisten with tears as his lips pray comfort over me. I had not met this man before, yet in his eyes I recognized love.

I reached for Jesus’ hand and effortlessly I was lifted upright. I stared into His eyes and love emanated from them filling my heart with His Love.

“Sit and rest. You have made a long journey to My Father’s House.” As I sat in my golden chair, He stooped to His knees and brought the golden bowl to my feet. Jesus dipped His hands into the Light, cupping them to hold the Light. He washed my feet with the Light and as His Hands touched my feet, the sores and scars disappeared. My feet glowed with the Light.

Father went to the wardrobe and opened a small door. The opening glowed with white Light. Father reached in and withdrew a crown. The crown, gold like the chair, had my full name engraved and embedded with rubies. The rubies are of the deepest red, like blood rich with oxygen and spoke of life. Following my name are the words, “My son,” the letters inscribed with the white Light.

Father held the crown in both hands and walked to me. I looked into Father’s eyes as He held the crown. His eyes were the same eyes of Jesus. I looked to Jesus who continued to kneel before my feet. He was wearing a crown of thorns and blood trickled down His face. Tears were in His eyes. His body was clothed with only a loincloth. Jesus placed my feet on the floor and as He did, I saw the scars on the top of His hands. He stood and the scar under His rib was at my eye level. I saw the spear pierce His side. Jesus opened His arms towards me and the nails were driven through His hands. I looked down at His feet knowing that I would also see the nails that anchored Him to the cross. It was then that I realized He was no longer glowing pure Light. He was a man, dusty and grimy from sweat and dirt from his journey bearing the cross. Blood seeped from his wounds.

Father, holding the crown, placed it on my head, and the moment it rested perfectly on my crown, Jesus with His arms now extended, closed His eyes, and His head dropped. Jesus was now levitated above the floor.

“It is finished,” Father said. I looked to Father and tears where streaming down His face as He looked into my eyes. “I gave My Son, so I could have you as a son in My House.” I leapt from my golden chair and hugged his waist, my heart sobbing, my face wet with tears. I held on tightly and felt Father’s arms wrap around me. As soon as I felt Father’s embrace, peace overwhelmed my mind and joy burst from my heart. I was so embraced with Love that I did not notice that I was no longer holding onto Father.

I looked up and saw Father wearing a white robe of Light. His head was adorned with a magnificent crown of Light, blazing with brightness like stars in the night. In His hand, He held a gold scepter, its head glowing with the same Light. Jesus stood at Father’s right side. The crown of thorns was replaced with a ring of Light surrounding His unblemished face. Dressed likewise, in a robe of Light, He had a golden rope wrapped around His waist. Jesus’ hands and feet glowed with the Light, pure and unblemished. I looked into Jesus’ eyes and saw Love. I looked to Father and saw the same eyes of Love.

Then, the most remarkable, awesome scene happened right before my eyes. Jesus and Father became One, and as they did, their image glowed with such an intensity that all form disappeared. The Light moved towards me, and I stood in reverent, awesome fear. The Light surrounded me, and I could not see but the brilliant white before me. I looked at my feet, then hands but could not see them.

I heard, “I am the Truth,” a Voice, not of my Father nor Jesus, but rather a quiet voice from within me, and in that instant the Light disappeared. All that glowed was gone, the bowl, the chair, the robe and crown. I looked to the wardrobe. Its doors shut, the woodcarvings of Cherubim and Seraphim adorning its posts like sentries.

The flickering flames of the fire caught my eyes, and as I looked around this room at my Father’s House, I felt at home. I felt His Presence, but I did not see Him. I heard His Voice that quiet voice within me, “Abide in Me as I abide in you.”

The light of day appeared from behind me. I turned and noticed that the front door was open. I took a step toward it and noticed that my feet were shod, and as I walked outside, I felt peace. I am walking in the Gospel of Peace.

Body of Time

Time marches on. The closing Week of this Year continues to move forward. Each Day of Past represented by a warrior, thousands of seasoned soldiers of Time congregate outside the walls of 2015. They camp in groups, each bearing the flag of their tribe that graphically depicts their commonality of Days in the Body of Time.

At the forefront is the tribe of Destiny, a vibrantly jeweled collection of Days when one travels Time on a certain and defined path into Future. This band of warriors hold a common purpose in their hearts, to overcome any obstacle that lay before them in Time to reach their eternal destination. A strong-willed army, they focus on a vision of triumph, a glory that propels them through the circumstances they encounter to reach the Promised Land, an eternal Utopia void of sorrow, pain and suffering, broken relationships, heartache and death. Their leader, the King of kings, rides the sole white horse, and is a visible icon of strength and power to all warriors of Time who will receive Him as their King.

The tribe of warriors positioned behind the crown of Destiny and centered amongst the throng outside the gates of the New Year is seasoned with Experience. These soldiers are a network of intelligence factors, each contributing a specialty of knowledge and understanding obtained from the daily battles the Body of Time has overcome. This network of Experience communicates to the front lines of battle the strategy of Victory, plans culled and developed from lessons learned from shattered dreams, failed relationships, bankrupt financial ventures, and unhealthy lifestyles. A collection of do’s and don’ts amassed from a lifetime of successes and failures, this history provides a road map through the journey into Future.

The right wing, the tribe of Strength, contrasts sharply with their neighboring tribe of Experience at the head, for their physique is matched by no other, except the left wing, who like their brothers in Time on the right, protected this nation of Days with their Perseverance. These two tribes work synergistically to protect and hold the body of Days together. They move throughout the body of Time, wherever a battle cry is heard to conquer Despair, the dark enemy of Past. Despair is wily and sly, with its camouflaged team of snipers, sharpshooters that infiltrate the body of Time with guerilla warfare, a cancerous invasion that could spread quickly without the fortitude of Strength and Perseverance. 

Two columns extend from the amassment of tribes that act as a rear guard protecting the body of Time during their encampment at the gates of the New Year. Composed of Days who previously held rank in the Strength and Perseverance battalions, they are retired from the frontline wings of battle to support the Days with Hope and Faithfulness.

During peaceful times, the column of Hope is seen in congregational, intercessory prayer, their swords strapped to their sides while lifting up petitions for the entire body to the Father of Time, petitions for healing and comfort, sustenance and protection, wisdom and discernment. Round the clock they continue their communion with Father. From sunrise to sunset the audible pleas are heard throughout the body. At dusk they quiet to silent meditation as Knights of the Great Banquet Table take their positions of watch and continue the chain of prayer in silence, broken only by their hourly call of “all is well” in unison.

Each new Day as the sun crests over the horizon, Faithfulness adds a harmony to the prayers of Hope, a chorus of “Hallelujah!” ringing towards Heaven, praises of worship to their Creator and Provider, the One and Only, the All in All. This band of Days are survivors, honorable comrades wounded in battle, those afflicted with disease and healed, warriors of Yesterday, yet capable with their strength in Faith to overcome the enemy of Despair. The blend of prayer and praise adds Spirit to the entire body, their symphony of voices heard by the crown of Angels of Destiny and its jewel, King of kings, at the head of this great nation. 

At the heart of this body of Believers are days of Love. Protected on all sides by Strength and Perseverance, Hope and Faithfulness, guided by Experience, and led by Destiny, this tribe of families, generations long, provide sustenance for the entire nation. Its members circulate life throughout the body, delivering food, clothing and supplies. They act as a vessel of encouragement, sending letters of petition and praise, testimonies of Father’s faithfulness to provide and protect, and the Good News of grace, mercy and forgiveness, a message of His Love for all the Days of their lives.

The body of Time is not unlike the herds that roam the wild, as the weak, aged and diseased fall behind and become prey to the enemy that continually pursues them, Death. Not a strong threat, Death serves a purpose for the body of Time, a means for eliminating the Days that become useless, Days that completed their roles of experience, Days of hate and malice, strife and anger, discontent and frustration, loss and failure, worry and hopelessness.

Time marches on. While camped at the gates of 2015, the Days knew that to move forward into the New Year, unhindered by Past, only the seven Days of Destiny and Experience, Strength and Perseverance, Hope and Faithfulness, and Love should pass through. Yet, it is difficult to let go of other Days not yet devoured by Death, Days that linger in the Past, their usefulness gone, yet the heart of Love bound still. The King of kings, riding His white horse across the front lines of Destiny posts the most noble Knights at the gate’s columns and gives the command, “No Day shall pass through this gauntlet of Time that does not bear the name of Destiny, Experience, Strength, Perseverance, Hope, Faithfulness, or Love.” With His staff held high above His flowing white hair, he reigns the white horse on its hind legs and orders the gates of the New Year to open.

~May your New Year become a blessing of Days of Destiny and Experience, Strength and Perseverance, Hope and Faithfulness, and Love. As you ponder this metaphor on Time and the Days of your life, consider the Days that should be left behind, holding onto the good of each Day, logging Experience, marshaling Strength, concentrating Perseverance, building Hope, fueling Faithfulness, giving Love, and following Destiny. Have faith in your Savior, Jesus Christ, and allow Destiny to lead you through the New Year. 

These words, stellar rhema, were inspired by the Holy Spirit and scribed by Jeff Cambridge. All praise to the King! 

© Jeff Cambridge 2010

"OK, now we’re getting somewhere. Did all of you alleged “moderate” Muslims out there get that? Of course, you did. You know this. You know jihad is not just some internal struggle. It isn’t about losing weight or getting in shape or some personal goal to be obtained. It is a holy war to advance the caliphate, the Islamic State. While “jihad is not the goal”, Qadhi says, “it is the means. It is a means to establish monotheism on the land,”. Let me translate that for any who are still skeptical and buying into the lie that Islam is peaceful. Jihad is a means, a violent means, to an end, or goal, where Islam dominates the United States." Click on this for the source of this comment and watch the video.

Convert or die. ISIS militants are crucifying victims because to them crucifixion is especially humiliating due to its Christian implications.

I do not have any more comment, for this video and the article that describes it are paramount to distribute to We The People. Share this link. Tell your family and friends. We The People must EDUCATE ourselves regarding the truth of Islam. The truth of Islam is NOT the Truth of God, for Father God our Creator is the one and only True God - The Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, the trinity of God. Nowhere in the Holy Bible is God referred to as Allah. Muhammad is the Arab prophet and founder of Islam. Muslims regard him as God's messenger through whom the Koran was revealed. Muhammad established a theocratic state at Medina after 622 and began to convert Arabia to Islam.

Thus, my friends, my calling to evangelize for Christ does not make me a bigot when I confront the religion of Islam. I am only speaking the Truth, the Truth of God. If I am a bigot for expressing the Truth, then Jesus Christ is a bigot, and He is not! Does God hate? Read this well written and referenced link to find out: http://www.equip.org/article/can-a-loving-god-hate-someone/.

To one of my posts about Muslims and Islam, a comment was made, "Does God love ISIS?" My reply was, "No, God hates ISIS." After reading the link referenced above, you will understand that God hates ISIS. Did God love Hitler? No, for the same reason. One must be careful not to take a Holy Bible verse out of context, for God is all-knowing and expresses Himself as if you know all of His Word (The Holy Bible). Most of us do not know or understand the entire Holy Bible. I have read it cover to cover and have written hundreds of meditations that reference the Holy Bible, yet I am still without total understanding. No human being will ever achieve total understanding of God's Word, for no human being is God.

God bless you, dear friends, and may the Light of God's Truth search your souls and impart on your heart His Love and His Justice.

Looks like a did have a comment. Oh well, I am a writer and author. ; )

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Most of you do not know me. You may know me from my Facebook posts. I began to publish my meditations several years ago, this was after I wrote hundreds of them in my journal. God told me not to hide my Light, so I took the courageous step and became a public disciple for God. My job changed, and I did not have the time to post daily. A number of you replied that you missed the encouragement that I offered to walk with Jesus through your daily life. Then, my life changed again, and God poured His words into me. Those words became my first novel. Yes, it is fiction, yet it is laced with real life, real trials, real encouragement, and yes, real love. I write love stories. Not the harlequin romance type, no "Shades of Grey" here, yet I graphically write about what is real in your life. I write on two levels; the world that we live in, and the Spirit world where we find Jesus. You will rarely find me mention Jesus in my novels, yet you will feel His Holy Spirit interwoven in my words. I am a loving and compassionate person. "Oops," you say, "what about all of those politically incorrect posts that you posted on Facebook?" Jesus is a loving and compassionate God, yet he overturned the tables when His House was filled with heathens. So do I. Enough said. Thanks for joining my blog, and stay tuned for more to come about End Times, the times that we are now living. Stay tuned for more about Love, God's Love, and how love will bring you closer to Jesus. I am not ashamed of the Gospel, and I will speak God's Word. Shalom (peace be with you).

I have nothing to add, but Jesus died for me. Thank you Jesus for being my Savior. See you in heaven.

DARE TO BE A DISCIPLE
The World Hates the Disciples John 15;18-25
“If the world hates you, keep in mind that it hated me first. If you belonged to the world, it would love you as its own. As it is, you do not belong to the world, but I have chosen you out of the world. That is why the world hates you. Remember what I told you: ‘A servant is not greater than his master.’ If they persecuted me, they will persecute you also. If they obeyed my teaching, they will obey yours also. They will treat you this way because of my name, for they do not know the one who sent me. If I had not come and spoken to them, they would not be guilty of sin; but now they have no excuse for their sin. Whoever hates me hates my Father as well. If I had not done among them the works no one else did, they would not be guilty of sin. As it is, they have seen, and yet they have hated both me and my Father. But this is to fulfill what is written in their Law: ‘They hated me without reason.’

Whoa! Facebook just sent me a message that they removed this post of mine. Dictator Hussein is denouncing my right to free speech. Must have been one of my FB friends that defriended me and complained. Hey, if you don't like it, don't read it. I have a right to my opinion. I reread and reread and reread my post which follows. What? The media took Trump's statement about muslims out of context, and would not report his entire sentence. Trump declared a moratorium on muslims entering the USA UNTIL...UNTIL...(his statement was a conditional statement...do this for our nation's safety, UNTIL our country's representative can figure out what the hell is going on.") Oh, I get it now. I used the word "hell". Sorry, "hell" is not a curse word. Hell is an eternal place of fire for those who do not claim Jesus as Savior. Sorry, not my words, but this is from the Word of God. <jus sayin'>. Oh, and I was just quoting the Donald, not my own words. I suppose the Colonel that called Obama a "pussy", a viral newscast that must have really messed with Hussein (middle name of the guy at the White House that claims he is president (not the USA) just president of the JV team.). Oh, now I get it! This is because our Attorney General declared she will prosecute anyone who says anything negative about muslims. Let me reread my post again. Yep, I used the word muslim once. That must be it. Oh! Maybe it is my reference to the "gold diggers" of our society...sorry, I called "them lazy, public assistance asses". Let me clarify this. Yes, certainly public assistance is necessary and has good cause to help people in need. I believe in this. But why are we giving illegal immigrants public assistance and healthcare when they are not citizens when we do not even care for our veterans who fought for our freedom!? Hmmmm. I used Obama's middle name. That must be it. Obama wants to hide the fact that he does have a Muslim name, and oh, there was a dictator by that name...remember the Iraq war...Saddam...Hussein. And last but not least, it must be that I referred to the man in the White House as a dictator. You decide.

Here is the post I got "penalized for". You decide. And please comment. Am I wrong or am I right? Or rather, did I speak factually or did I make this up?

"...until our country's representatives can figure out what the hell is going on." Listen to the real and total words of Donald Trump's speech. He is calling for a moratorium on Muslims entering the USA...until our country's representatives, including, O. Hussein B., our country's ruling dictator,...admits that he, Hussein, actually knows what is going on. Hussein wants chaos. He is purposely allowing this. Why? He gets to invoke his previously signed Executive Order to declare martial law and strip you of your liberties. Doubt this? Google it. Call your congressman. Look at the Congressional Record. Do not be stupid. Is the rest of Congress stupid? Yes, in general. That is what Trump is saying, "until our country's representative can figure out what the hell is going on" <with terrorism in our borders...California>. Get with it, We The People of the USA! Whether you like Trump or think he is a carnival barker, he is doing at least one thing right. He is getting the attention of Americans and wants to make America great again. Whether He can do it or not is not the debate here. What is important, is for American's to get off their lazy, public assistance asses and realize that 10% of the population supports the other 50%, and the remaining 40% support themselves. We need a majority of our population at a minimum to support themselves economically. We do not need an influx of immigrants to support. We have veterans that deserve much more. They fought for the freedom you enjoy.