PART NINE – Signs Of New Times (cont.)
BCC:Nobuhiro.Konoshita@ma9.seikyou.ne.jp, firstname.lastname@example.org, email@example.com, firstname.lastname@example.org
"I know what the Lord told me, and I got it severely that we were to fast for 5 days and He would tell us many things!" Forrest.
"I don’t do anything unless the Father tells me. I won’t even drink a glass of water unless He tells me to!" Forrest.
The fourth day comes, Forrest smells the beef bacon, breaks the fast, and gobbles up double portions, in his customary gluttony, and that in spite of warnings from three persons to be temperate.
"Obedience?! What is that? Temperance?! What is that? Whatever I want it to be!" The real Forrest.
You come to our home, you take a bed, expect Lois to do the laundry, eat our food, expecting us to provide and prepare it for you, but when we ask you to help us with some work, you’re insulted and annoyed! "A make-work project for Forrest!"
You’re quite prepared to receive, and if people give to you, you see it as the will of God. But when it comes to humbling yourself and coming down from your self-proclaimed throne as spiritual man of God, giving some of your time and effort to help us, why, that’s not the will of God.
Yet you say we’re all equal, and one isn’t above another. Of course, you think you have the highest honor coming to you seeing you’re so deprived and "poor."
We shan’t waste Forrest’s precious time, and subject him to the indignity of manual labor. After all, he "labors in the Lord,” speaking to us for our sakes to deliver us from the delusions and errors he judges us to be in. Besides not expecting him to reciprocate on favors given him (for which HE initially asked) and was not offered, and getting him to help us, we must take the time away from our duties and chores to sit at his feet, "choosing the better part," smell the dust, and suffer the bodily soiling of his hypocrisies and ravings about himself, lest we be found wanting before God.
"I don’t ask man for anything. I don’t ‘hitchhike’! You’ll notice I didn’t stick out my thumb…I was reading my Bible!"
"I got real huge that I was to come out to your place. Can you come and pick me up, either in Lethbridge or Coaldale?"
"I take things as they come; if somebody asks me to do something, I do it. I take it that God is asking me to do it."
I ask you to help us with chores and duties, and it’s a "make-work project for Forrest!"
"I have incredible faith! I can’t believe it!" Forrest.
"Well, if I work on the farm without pay, how am I going to pay my debts?!"
And he will not go to pick up the paycheck waiting for him where he last worked. Speak of confusion and foolishness!
He fornicates, begets a child, and leaves others with the consequences while he runs off to "forsake all and serve the Lord, even as Jesus lived!" Yeah, right. He won’t even send her the money he earns. And he thinks it’s God in all of this.
And indeed you love only those who love you. If you perceive that Jonathan loves you, you’ll gladly allow his interruption of my speech, and did so more than once, but when I interrupt a conversation you have with someone else, you indignantly reply that I’m interrupting. That’s because you exalt yourself, perceive me as your enemy, and have no respect for me. Full of contradiction and hypocrisy.
But while you despise me, you’re quite prepared to sit at my table, in my home, eating my food, until I’m no longer willing to tolerate your utter contempt for me and for all that is right and good. And to a man, including Jonathan, the Lord of Heaven and earth speaks, and all you can do is despise Him and vaunt yourself.
You are very sick, Forrest. We can help because we are healed and equipped in the Lord, the TRUE Lord of lords, to do so. The harlot has done her work on you, "huge!" But you need to repent, humble yourself, come to the place where you deem yourself as an unprofitable servant (the essence of faith), and then you’ll be out of your darkness you call light, and [will] cease contemning all those who see your darkness for what it is.
You say I don’t love you, but Jonathan does, and Lois does. You have no love yourself; you’ve never known the True Love because you’ve never known the True God Who IS Love; it has only been defined to you by the harlot, from whose influence and power you presume to be free. How then can you judge? Who are you to judge those who have been sent by Almighty Love to judge you, you fool and hypocrite? You’re wrong and ignorant and proud, and you’ll know the fruits of your ways in short order.
It was not long before we found out from Forrest’s sister that he was mentally messed up in a youth hostel in Kelowna, BC., perhaps on drugs.
Skylar, Thank you for posting my reply, and for even spell checking it! I have some things to say to you italicized below. If you want to change your mind and share with others I give my permission to post this. Paul Pagan festival are NOT a shadow of things to come I agree that Paul in this passage is primarily referring to the Jewish festivals. But my point is that this passage, which emphasizes the often unperceived symbolism of religious rites, coupled with Paul's use of the pagan Altar to the Unknown God, can tell us something about how tiny shards of divine revelation can be extracted from a larger whole to reveal to people the truth about God. Is it not possible that even pagan religions contain bits and pieces of the divine revelation, captured only in part, misunderstood, and often perverted? Paul presupposes this when he tells his listeners who the "Unknown God" is. He is aware that they have received a hint of the revelation, but that they are unaware of its fullness, so he reveals it to them. If a Druid has some concept that there is such a thing as a "divine branch," it is more effective for a Christian to tell him who that "divine branch" really is than to simply burn his mistletoe and tell him he is going to hell for being a pagan. All truth comes from the same source--whatever is true in any philosophy or religion must ...
Page 4 PART TWO – Pentecost to Israel (cont.) Particle – All Souls Are His Concern When I was first converted in 1973, I somehow came to believe that it was my responsibility to pray my immediate family into the Kingdom. Every day I prayed fervently that they would be saved. I believe this immature and unrealistic thinking and attitude came from the evangelicals. It comes when one is snared by Mystery, the harlot church and false religion, which captured me when I went forward that Sunday in response to an “altar call” delivered by Ken Campbell. Marilyn, on the other hand, didn't have this problem, though she had been with Henry Blackaby and the Southern Baptists for a few years. After receiving the Spirit, the Lord gave me the realization that my family was no more important to Him than others, and if I was going to identify with Him fully, His priorities would be mine and I would get to see all persons as He saw them. Therefore, the drug addict in the gutter might become as important to me as my own mother, the harlot as my sister, the atheist as my father, and the murderer as my brother. I ceased to pray as I preferred and began to depend on the Lord to lead me to pray as I ought: “Likewise the Spirit also helps in our weaknesses. For we do not know what we should pray for as we ought, but the Spirit Himself intercedes for us with inexpressible groanings” (Romans 8:26 EMTV). Particle – A Surprising Revelation and Growing Realization o...
Page 8 PART ONE – Darkness to Light (cont.) Particle - Recurring Nightmare of Dilapidated Storage Warehouses In this nightmare, I was trying to get to another part of Dauphin. A section of old warehouses stood in the way, some abandoned, but all seemed to have some sort of material stored in them - grain, lumber, crates, or refuse. I had to find my way through a maze of those buildings. Sometimes a shortcut led me to a dead end. Sometimes I had to climb over piles of rubble to get to a small open window and try to crawl out. There were railroad tracks, it was dark, and sometimes there were gangs of criminals roaming about, which I had to avoid for my life. I would never find my way out of the dark, dreary, entrapping, foreboding maze. By fire, this dream would be removed with the others. Particle - Recurring Nightmare of Dirty Toilets I suspect I developed this nightmare while in school. I would be searching for a clean stall, invariably finding an unflushed toilet with a filthy seat. Perhaps one out of three stalls might not be clean. Sometimes I found a plugged toilet, overflowing onto the floor with its vile contents. I experienced these types of things when in high school and at other public washrooms. When I went to a public toilet, I often hoped it would not stop up on me - I would have found it quite embarrassing (it likely happened to me). In the nightmare, I would try perhaps two or three washrooms before I found a clean toilet, and one with privacy; ofte...