Wednesday, May 18, 2022

YOU must have been CHOSEN by GOD

 

John 7:37

King James Version

37 In the last day, 

that great day of the feast, 

Jesus stood and cried, 

saying, 

If any man thirst, 

let him come unto me, 

and drink.


You're not here by accident.

Surely, you thirst for something real?

Tired of the world's lies?

Don't know what to believe anymore?

Then you'll love what you'll find here.

For the HOLY SPIRIT wants to tell you important things.

As always, only SPIRIT and SCRIPTURE can guide you.

JESUS made sure of that.

It's time you knew these things.

SCRIPTURE is the BEST foundation.

That you may come to know GOD's TRUTH.


You were meant to be taught of GOD, through JESUS.

John 6:45

King James Version

45 It is written in the prophets, 

And they shall be all taught of God. 

Every man therefore that hath heard, 

and hath learned of the Father, 

cometh unto me.


GOD sent you to JESUS.

John 6:37

King James Version

37 All that the Father giveth me shall come to me; 

and him that cometh to me I will in no wise cast out.


For GOD doesn't want you to perish.

John 6:39

King James Version

39 And this is the Father's will which hath sent me, 

that of all which he hath given me I should lose nothing, 

but should raise it up again at the last day.


He wants you to have EVERLASTING LIFE.

John 6:40

King James Version

40 And this is the will of him that sent me, 

that every one which seeth the Son, 

and believeth on him, 

may have everlasting life: 

and I will raise him up at the last day.


That's why He drew you to His SON.

John 6:44

King James Version

44 No man can come to me, 

except the Father which hath sent me draw him

and I will raise him up at the last day.


JESUS chose you for a PARTICULAR purpose.

John 15:16

King James Version

16 Ye have not chosen me, 

but I have chosen you, 

and ordained you, 

that ye should go and bring forth fruit, 

and that your fruit should remain: 

that whatsoever ye shall ask of the Father in my name, 

he may give it you.


In bearing much fruit, GOD is GLORIFIED.

John 15:8

King James Version

8 Herein is my Father glorified, 

that ye bear much fruit; 

so shall ye be my disciples.


When you believe in JESUS, you are given ETERNAL LIFE.

John 10:28

King James Version

28 And I give unto them eternal life; 

and they shall never perish, 

neither shall any man pluck them out of my hand.


NO ONE could be greater than GOD.

John 10:29

King James Version

29 My Father, 

which gave them me, 

is greater than all; 

and no man is able to pluck them out of my Father's hand.


Never will you thirst again.

John 7:38

King James Version

38 He that believeth on me, 

as the scripture hath said, 

out of his belly shall flow rivers of living water.


A born again will never thirst.

Ever again.

John 3:5-7

King James Version

5 Jesus answered, 

Verily, verily, I say unto thee, 

Except a man be born of water and of the Spirit, 

he cannot enter into the kingdom of God.

6 That which is born of the flesh is flesh; 

and that which is born of the Spirit is spirit.

7 Marvel not that I said unto thee, 

Ye must be born again.


If GOD's WORD brings tears of happiness, and recognition, to your heart, then you know you've been chosen.

GOD gave you to His SON.

That you may be loved.

That you may be saved.

That you may be instructed.

That you may have eternal life.

JESUS tells you EVERYTHING He has heard from the FATHER.

John 15:15

King James Version

15 Henceforth I call you not servants; 

for the servant knoweth not what his lord doeth: 

but I have called you friends; 

for all things that I have heard of my Father 

I have made known unto you.


How can you bear to accept the world's lies?

Now that you know ABSOLUTE TRUTH?

John 1:17

King James Version

17 For the law was given by Moses, 

but grace and truth came by Jesus Christ.


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Friday, April 1, 2022

Proper HUMILITY

 

The LORD  JESUS said:

Matthew 11:29

King James Version

29 Take my yoke upon you, 

and learn of me; 

for I am meek and lowly in heart: 

and ye shall find rest unto your souls.


How beautiful it is to be guided by the SPIRIT of GOD!

He makes you see, what you can't, on your own.

Such as responsibility for others.

Of how all our lives are linked.

And of how vital it is we be guided by the SPIRIT of GOD.

Realizing we all have a hand in how the world turned out to be.

That we are all responsible for each other's lives.

Whether we're dads, moms, siblings, grandparents, husbands, wives, children, uncles, aunts, friends, colleagues, superiors.

Do pain, wars, and misfortune happen in a vacuum?

SPIRIT told me otherwise.

This is what He made me see today:

When we allow, 

we participate.


When we are indifferent, 

we are still part of it.


When we don't caution people, 

we are responsible for what happens to them.


Why, then should we blame others solely?

We, too, are part of it.

We can't be like Pilate, who washed his hands off the whole thing.

And not taking responsibility for the life of JESUS.

Even as it had been prophesied the LORD would die on the CROSS.

Sure, nothing could have stopped that.

Scripture -- the WORD of GOD -- is ALWAYS fulfilled.

And yet, a singular effort to stop the proceedings, with no thought of self, or status, could have revealed the chance for LIGHT in Pilate's heart.

His wife did have a dream, but he ignored it.

Let us not be that way.

LOOK what GOD searches for:

Psalm 14:2

King James Version

2 The Lord looked down from heaven 

upon the children of men, 

to see if there were any that did understand, 

and seek God.


We cannot change the destiny of people.

Only GOD has the power over our lives.

According to His WILL and WAYS.

But we sure can reveal GOD's LIGHT from our hearts.

We can reveal the PRESENCE of CHRIST in our hearts.

By our works we shall be judged.

Psalm 62:12

King James Version

12 Also unto thee, 

O Lord, 

belongeth mercy: 

for thou renderest to every man 

according to his work.


Next time we criticize others for their failings, we must look at our own failings first.

Where have we failed Christ?

Where have we failed others?

Where have we failed ourselves?

Romans 3:23

King James Version

23 For all have sinned, 

and come short of the glory of God;


JESUS very aptly reminds us:

Matthew 7:3

King James Version

3 And why beholdest thou the mote that is in thy brother's eye, 

but considerest not the beam that is in thine own eye?


Let's pray to be awakened by CHRIST, that we may SEE as HE SEES.

Better yet, be born again in CHRIST, that SPIRIT may show you many wonderful things!

And make everything clear, and simple, Scripture-wise.

GOD's TRUTH keeps us humble.

Only then can we be teachable, and effective.

Only then can we be a blessing to others.

Without TRUE humility, we are not CHRIST's.


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Sunday, March 20, 2022

When you don't TRUST GOD

 

For the anxious:

Proverbs 3:5-6

King James Version

5 Trust in the Lord with all thine heart; 

and lean not unto thine own understanding.

6 In all thy ways acknowledge him, 

and he shall direct thy paths.


SPIRIT's funny.

Just when we finished the TRUSTING GOD article, He prodded I write the NOT trusting GOD article.

So here goes.

What happens when you DON'T trust GOD?

What happens when you rely on your own wisdom?

What happens when you don't listen to GOD?

What happens when you don't KNOW God?

Oh boy, here's a short list:

You stumble.

You fall.

You fail.

You're a mess.

You're a wreck.

You fall all over yourself.

You cause danger to yourself.

You cause danger to others.

You'll be a bunch of nerves.

You'll go bald.

You'll go broke.

You lose your grace.

You get physically sick.

You get headaches.

Your tummy turns.

You get the runs.

You get wasted.


Want more?

There's chaos in life, work, relationships.

Because there's no GOD.

Because you don't listen.

Because you don't care for Him.

Because you don't believe in Him.

Because you think you know better.

But watch what happens when you SURRENDER to GOD.

It will be the BEST thing that can EVER happen in your life.

And I'm living proof of it.

I used to have everything.

Then I had nothing.

Because GOD was not my FOCUS.

I relied on my limited thinking power.

Until GOD thought better.

Humility hour came.

The day I held up the white flag, GOD came to my rescue.

STRAIGHT away!

He lifted me from my bootstraps, dusted me from all my mire, and made be BORN AGAIN.

Now, I have EVERYTHING.

Now, SPIRIT and I have 39 blogs and 24 books to tell you all about GOD's GLORY, MAGNIFICENCE, and POWER.

"Yeah, but that won't feed my family," you say.

See that, see that.

That's the answer that got you in the pit the first place.

Humans DON'T have the answers.

GOD is the ANSWER.

Luke 12:22-31

King James Version

22 And he said unto his disciples, 

Therefore I say unto you, 

Take no thought for your life, 

what ye shall eat; 

neither for the body, 

what ye shall put on.

23 The life is more than meat, 

and the body is more than raiment.

24 Consider the ravens: 

for they neither sow nor reap; 

which neither have storehouse nor barn; 

and God feedeth them: 

how much more are ye better than the fowls?

25 And which of you with taking thought 

can add to his stature one cubit?

26 If ye then be not able to do that thing which is least, 

why take ye thought for the rest?

27 Consider the lilies how they grow: 

they toil not, 

they spin not; 

and yet I say unto you, 

that Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.

28 If then God so clothe the grass, 

which is to day in the field, 

and to morrow is cast into the oven; 

how much more will he clothe you, 

O ye of little faith?

29 And seek not ye what ye shall eat, 

or what ye shall drink, 

neither be ye of doubtful mind.

30 For all these things do the nations of the world seek after: 

and your Father knoweth that ye have need of these things.

31 But rather seek ye the kingdom of God; 

and all these things shall be added unto you.


Further, JESUS reminds us:

John 6:35

King James Version

35 And Jesus said unto them, 

I am the bread of life: 

he that cometh to me shall never hunger; 

and he that believeth on me shall never thirst.


TIME to FEED ourselves, our family, and our friends, the WORD of GOD.

For we are all in DEEP spiritual HUNGER.

Only the WORD of GOD can feed us right.

For our bodies are the TEMPLE of GOD's SPIRIT.

Flesh will decay.

Minds will go.

Wealth will dissolve.

But the WORD of GOD stays.

After all, the WORD created the WORLD.

But that's for another story.

Isaiah 40:8

King James Version

8 The grass withereth, the flower fadeth: 

but the word of our God shall stand for ever.


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Friday, January 21, 2022

The WIND that WALLOPED my back

 

1 Peter 5:10

King James Version

10 But the God of all grace, 

who hath called us unto his eternal glory by Christ Jesus, 

after that ye have suffered a while, 

make you perfect, 

stablish, 

strengthen, 

settle you.


I once loved stuff.

Antiques.

Beautiful objects.

Collectibles.

I was once in business.

Selling these stuff.

Keeping a lot for myself, too.

I once kept moving house.

Moving from the small city, to the big city.

From the big city, to a tiny home in the province.

From the province, back to the big city.

All the while, keeping my favorite antiques.

Things that pleased me, but not the LORD.

He let me succeed for a while.

But one day, on a high unit above the street, God did something.

Of course, then, I thought it wasn't God who did that.

That day, sitting with my back to the window, I got a wallop.

Yup, my long Indian material, fashioned as a curtain, suddenly hit me right smack on the left side of my back.

As if an invisible hand wielded it.

The shock to my system, caused me pain.

For a WHOLE month.


How could that have happened?

How could a wind have appeared from nowhere?

How could a wind appear in an airless air well?

You see, my rented cubicle (more that, than an apartment), faced an air well.

It rose a third of the way up, for it was a 20 or 27-storey building.

That curtain whipped against that side of my back, and I was in pain for a month.

There was no wind that day.

Or ever.

As far back as I can remember.

I blamed it on the enemy.

A dear friend took pity on me one day.

She was an energy healer.

She's seen me through my many adventures, and travails.

One morning, she decided to help me, as I worked in the open air, selling my usual antiques.

"Looking" with her heart, she murmured something about my not having "love" in my heart -- thus, the pain in that area.

Her hand felt warm on my back, as she stood behind me, while I continued to sell at my table at the organic market.

It must have taken a lot from her, judging by the beads of perspiration she had on her upper lip.

All I know is that for the FIRST time in a MONTH, I was FREE of pain.

Oh, to be FREE of pain!

What I was not to know -- just yet -- is that GOD was alerting me to something.

Surely, many things.

Now that I've been His for the past 28 months, as born again, as student of SPIRIT, as workman, I've come to know why the wind walloped my back that day.

To wake me up to the fact that:

1. I was ensconced in the material world.

2. I was not living up to His will.

3. I needed to wake up to His truth.

4. I needed to wake up from my wickedness.

5. I needed to plain WAKE up.


It took another three years (slow learner that I am), to REALLY WAKE UP.

By that time, I had nothing.

I still wanted to remain in the big city, giving it another shot.

Thing is, GOD had shot down all my puny plans.

He had a plan for me.

So, He sent me dreams.

I even dreamt my late father was in a red top-down Cadillac, intent on picking me up from my last abode, with the objective of bringing me back home.

Where was home?

My earth home was the small city I grew up in.

I resisted the dream with all my might.

As if that had any effect upon GOD.

Within that same year, in 2001, I found myself back home.

What does one do, when one has nothing left?

You go back home.

Back to your folks.

Humbling, but it had to be done.

That's GOD's way.

No amount of resistance, can stop the LORD.

Jeremiah 29:11-12

King James Version

11 For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, 

saith the Lord, 

thoughts of peace, 

and not of evil, 

to give you an expected end.

12 Then shall ye call upon me, 

and ye shall go and pray unto me, 

and I will hearken unto you.


SPIRIT gave me that necessary wallop.

Without which, I'd have thought I was invincible.

There was a time, everything I touched, seemed to turn to "gold".

I'm able to sell easily.

I'm able to make money easily.

Until God took away all that.

And directed me to His purpose.

To come home, be with family, and work for Him.

I can't complain I haven't tasted earthly comforts, even as heavenly things needed to be attended to.

When He made me born again, JESUS began instructing me, through the HOLY SPIRIT.

I began to see THEIR connection.

I began to really see things.

I began to understand all the dreams, images, and prompts, from decades past, through SCRIPTURE.

Everything was now based on the WORD of GOD.

And I understood WHO the wind was.

The ONE that walloped my back.

Waking me up.

To the truth of GOD.

To the truth of my being.

To the work that needed to be done.

To the teachings of JESUS.

To the power of the HOLY SPIRIT.

It's all GOD.

Nahum 1:3

King James Version

3 The Lord is slow to anger, 

and great in power, 

and will not at all acquit the wicked: 

the Lord hath his way in the whirlwind and in the storm, 

and the clouds are the dust of his feet.


Oh, how I LOVE the LORD!


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Friday, November 12, 2021

STRANGE MOON

 

Genesis 1:14

King James Version

14 And God said, 

Let there be lights in the firmament of the heaven 

to divide the day from the night; 

and let them be for signs, 

and for seasons, 

and for days, 

and years:


I was awakened by a yellow light outside my window, around 11:30 p.m last night.

I thought it may be a neighbor's house light, or something.

So, I continued to ignore it.

Until such time, sleep evaded, and I finally got up past midnight.

Looking outside my window, that bright yellow light turned out to be the moon.

A half moon.

Upside down.

Not like the photo above.

Reverse it.

And make it mustard-colored.

STRANGE moon, I tell ya.

Never saw that before.

Not in a perfect inverted half.

Not in that color.

Not that large.

Tried looking for an image to depict it.

Nothing showed up.

Why didn't I take a picture of it?

My phone isn't pixel perfect.

I'd just end up with a hazy bright glow.


Many times in the past, the moon's light wakes me up.

And I get up to gaze at it for a moment.

Observing its beauty, light, and form.

But today, that moon made me lose sleep completely.

So, I researched a bit, watching a prophecy video I noted yesterday.

Double-checked the Scripture verses.

Did more research.

Nah.

Had to let the HOLY SPIRIT guide me.

I'm not new to "seeing" things.

Thus, this blog "tendenSEE".

Here, let me give you a couple of clues from these matching verses I encountered today:

Joel 2:30

King James Version

30 And I will shew wonders in the heavens 

and in the earth, 

blood, 

and fire, 

and pillars of smoke.


Acts 2:19

King James Version

19 And I will shew wonders in heaven above, 

and signs in the earth beneath; 

blood, 

and fire, 

and vapour of smoke:


FIRST clue:

I saw that weird, upside down yellow moon (wonder in the heavens) this morning.


SECOND clue:

I saw thin pillars/vapors of smoke (wonder in the earth) yesterday, in broad daylight.


I've documented some of my dreams (and visions?) in the 22 books on spiritual warfare SPIRIT and I wrote in 24 November 2019.

I've seen, and dreamt, too many things since I was a kid.

Wrote them all.

Memorized them all.

Took note of all the details.

Only when I became born again 26 months ago, did everything make sense.

Because I began to test everything through what the BIBLE says.

The WORD of GOD is my ONLY reference.

JESUS led me to Bible prophecy.

He led me to preparing people about the RAPTURE.

I've learned to take it a moment at a time.

GOD can decide to send His SON ANY MOMENT.

We must be ready.

We must watch, and pray.

We must become born again.

We must believe in JESUS.

We must repent, and believe the GOSPEL.

Mark 1:15

King James Version

15 And saying, 

The time is fulfilled, 

and the kingdom of God is at hand: 

repent ye, 

and believe the gospel.


If I'm imagining things, fine.

But the Bible gave lots of prophecies.

Plus, why does the Vatican have an observatory?

What are they waiting for?

What signs are they looking out for?

Methinks the WORD of GOD suffices.

Everything I need to know, the BIBLE supplies.

For JESUS is the WORD of GOD.

Revelation 19:13

King James Version

13 And he was clothed with a vesture dipped in blood: 

and his name is called The Word of God.


He is who we should be looking out for.

Colossians 3:1-2

King James Version

3 If ye then be risen with Christ, 

seek those things which are above, 

where Christ sitteth on the right hand of God.

2 Set your affection on things above, 

not on things on the earth.


If it's any source of comfort, know this:

You can't possibly miss the RETURN of JESUS, if you are His.

2 Timothy 2:19

King James Version

19 Nevertheless the foundation of God standeth sure, 

having this seal, 

The Lord knoweth them that are his

And, 

let every one that nameth the name of Christ 

depart from iniquity.


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Tuesday, November 9, 2021

TELEGRAMATIC WRITER

 

2 Corinthians 5:17

King James Version

17 Therefore if any man be in Christ, 

he is a new creature: 

old things are passed away; 

behold, 

all things are become new.


I worried for a while.

My writing had morphed.

Where, before, I’d write longer sentences by themselves, or within paragraphs, all of a sudden it’s all changed.

That’s just been a year ago, maybe less.

As my thoughts have expanded, the words have compressed.

That was a very strange thing, for sure.

This piece you’re reading, is but a sample of how it is now for me.

Not that I’m complaining, but what can I do?

My writing merely took on another form.

It’s as if, after hundreds of blog posts, and dozens of blogs, and a few self-published books, my writing said, “Can I show you something else?”

Of course, it didn’t wait for an answer.

It showed me right away.

Short bursts of prose.

Carefully-selected words.

Precision, using the minimum.

They say, “Simplicity is mastery”, but I think in my case, it was “mastering the simple”.

It was not a difficult re-education.

If anything, it was a lovely showing-off of this new writer who took over my soul.

The writing had become faster than ever, more confident, more exact, as if using the precision of line, form, and structure I had learned when I took up Architecture.

Never did a day come that I envied my architect-friends.

How different I had turned out from them.

Not that I mind, for I always was.

When you pursue your father’s dream, you are not on the driver’s seat.

But now that I finally go full blast in my work as a writer, uncategorized, but faithful to my voice – my now telegramatic voice – I can only give myself a warm hug.

I was cut out to be a writer.

I can handle solitude.

I never had writer’s block.

If anything, it was writer’s hemorrhage.

I was bleeding through.

The ideas came in droves, and sometimes, I have to remind myself to sleep, even for short periods of time.

The mind was just so alive!

Even as my writing had become telegramatic, it created different twists all the time.

I think, a true creative writer can be given one word, just one word, and volumes would spring from that one word.

May I be so boastful as to say, I am that kind of writer?

I don’t know why.

I just am.

And I don’t wish to be anyone else.

Words have become my toys, my building blocks to figuring things out.

I write, basically, to share what I've learned.

I write, to figure things out, on my own.

I write, to explore.

I write, figuring out something in my mind, making the whole process progressive, and evolving all the time.

And, I'm always led to a "conclusion".

Even I surprise myself.

I was supposed to have been an architect.

What am I doing as a writer?

Soon as I asked that, of course, the answer was simple.

LOVE.

I love words.

So much so, that each word has become a nugget of gold for me.

That’s why my writing had become telegramatic.

One word can stand on its own.

Love.

Life.

Laughter.

God.

Me. 

You.

Art.

Joy.

All happy words.

Full of God and Spirit.

Maybe that’s really what happened.

I now have a feeling for the divine.

Finally, I am now my own writer.

Unapologetic.

And all because there’s really only one word I meditate on.

GOD.

When you have awe, you have something.

When you have God, you have everything.


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SENSOR DEFIES the CENSOR

 

1 John 2:15-17

King James Version

15 Love not the world, 

neither the things that are in the world. 

If any man love the world, 

the love of the Father is not in him.

16 For all that is in the world, 

the lust of the flesh, 

and the lust of the eyes, 

and the pride of life, 

is not of the Father, 

but is of the world.

17 And the world passeth away, 

and the lust thereof: 

but he that doeth the will of God 

abideth for ever.


He had come into a world of sameness.

If it had been said once before, “variety is the spice of life”, well, it’s been bitter gourd the past five years.

Hardly a smile was seen.

Faces have become masks.

How the earth has changed.

How happiness has fallen.

How spirits have crashed.

He longed to see his mother’s smile, but they took her away.

She, who would brush the stray locks from his face, was locked elsewhere.

She was a bad influence to him, they said.

She, a mother, most of all, ought to have known better.

It’s just that she’s known that life before – the censure.

Why would she want the same for her son?

What future would he have in it?

It was not only criminal.

It was diabolical.

And she would have none of it.

The state would have none of that nonsense, either.

So, they took her.

Away from her screaming five-year-old.

Who would take care of him now?

Well, the state could.

But they had enough children on their hands.

Same story.

Rogue parents.

Forced separations.

It was the only way to teach both a lesson.

Separate the child from the mother.

They must not think for themselves.

The state was there to think for them.

What would happen to the world if everyone had freedom?

It would be chaos.

Just like five years ago, when the state thought it’s time for change.

People were too free.

The state wasn’t.

They were not a babysitting center.

They had more important things on their mind than look after people’s welfare.

The state wanted to expand its environs.

It needed wealth.

The freedom-loving people would de-rail them.

“Keep them in check,” the Main Man said.

“Cut short the freedom,” his followers rallied.

“Think for them,” others declared.

The general consensus?

Take away ALL freedom.

Let everyone dress the same, think the same, act the same.

Take the light out of those eyes, that’s how.

When you take the spirit, the person’s as good as dead.

That would curb population, too, the extremists gloated.

That’s how SAM had morphed into the world.

Sad, at age five.

SAM may become a beggar.

The proud, and the rebellious, become beggars in the New State.

The new leaders claimed they were undoing the damage from the previous leaders.

If one didn’t curb population, how would people be fed?

How would the state focus on more important matters when people distracted them with all their insatiable needs and wants?

People’s desires are like a large mouth and stomach that can never be fed enough.

In this day and age, after all the wars, the resources have been depleted, chaos abound.

Thus, it was ripe for censure.

Only with deprivation could the world continue.

The state snickered at the thought of the population dying like flies, as they fell off from lack of food, lack of entertainment, lack of joy, lack of respect, lack of life, and lack of spirit.

That was the whole idea, roared the Main Man.

Everything is an exercise in killing the spirit.

Kill the thought, kill the desire, kill the speech, and you kill the spirit.

Man was made to think.

Why else did he have a brain?

Even as many men hardly think, but that’s what the brain was for.

And now that they’ve been deprived of their freedom to think, and make choices, they all suddenly panic.

Where’s the logic in that?

Why was man so useless?

Why does he panic at the last minute?

Why do they always wait for the last minute?

Where, before, they had all the freedom they wanted and needed.

They had all the luxuries and choices, available for the taking.

And when they got all vain, and greedy, the wars came.

All as a result of that insatiable mouth.

Foolish, foolish people.

They deserve all that’s come to them.

But little SAM couldn’t understand that.

He was not rich.

He and his mom, a single parent, didn’t live in stately mansions.

She was a dressmaker, an endangered job, as everything was run with and through machines.

But she loved the feel of material, the joy of doing art through her designs and stitches, or whatever her customers asked she do.

She was a tactile person, in a cold, strange, unfeeling world.

She and SAM managed with whatever little they had.

One room was all they needed.

A tiny, rented apartment sufficed.

He had begun school, too!

SAM was a chip off his mother’s shoulders, for he was simple and unambitious, too.

Lack of ambition was not a sin, in his mother’s books.

Over-ambition is.

She was quite content sewing those pretty dresses and quilts, imagining how they’d look good on the people who asked for them, and on the homes that needed them.

She got fair pay, too.

They did not have the heart to deprive her of the money she needed for herself and her boy.

They saw how hard she worked, and they paid fairly.

Sometimes, given the extra cash, they’d even give her more.

And SARAH was most grateful for that.

She and SAM could buy food, and keep the rented apartment.

She’d have money for his school.

Just that she made the mistake of securing his freedom.

A vengeful man caused trouble for her.

She didn’t want his attentions and he decided she’d pay for it.

Hurt and humiliated, he swore she’d pay for it.

So, he reported to the state that she was teaching her son freedom, in defiance of the state.

The kind that could break a state.

The kind that could fuel awareness in the child.

The kind that would open his eyes so he can see through the cloak of darkness and illusion put upon everyone.

The state reacted, and responded, accordingly.

“Take away that woman!” commanded the Main Man.

“Take her away from her boy, and lock her up!”

“There will be NO communication between the two, you hear?”

SAM screamed as they took his mother away.

She was a frail woman, slim of bone and structure, and hardly a violent person.

She didn’t have the strength to fight her captors.

As they took her away, she looked at the man who had done this, the one she had refused.

The one she cringed from.

The one who would be awful to her son, had she married him, for she was a widow.

She looked at him, and for a moment, he thought he saw fire there.

A blazing sort of fire, smoldering in its strength and power.

He was taken aback, as if she had slugged him, and part of him became afraid.

She wasn’t what she seemed to be, he thought to himself.

Scratching at the men holding him back, SAM finally slumped to the floor as they carted him mom away.

What price, freedom?

Why were they so poor and powerless?

He knew the man liked his mom.

And when the man would visit his mom, on the pretext of having something sewn for his sister, SAM would draw close to his mother.

He was the man of the house, and felt protective of his mother.

Now, she was gone.

As if the sky felt his grief, it started to rain.

And the men took cover, releasing him from their clutches.

SAM scurried for cover, too, as the rain mixed with his tears.

When the rain stopped, he went to the bakery.

His friend at school, Kevin, would be there, helping his dad.

He’ll have to ask them to take him in for the night.

So, he told them what happened and they took pity on the boy.

Even they were victims of all this censure.

They were Jews who had to have unleavened bread.

The state appointed theirs state bakery, and were to bake bread with yeast.

It tore Kevin’s dad apart, but what could they do?

If they didn’t comply, they would take over the bakery, and kick the whole family out, maybe even punish them, as an example.

What would an individual’s power be against the state?

This was the New State now, and they called for new rules.

Of course, the state knew the beliefs of Jews.

The LORD of their religion was pleased with unleavened bread for offerings.

It was a cruel trick played on Kevin’s family and on their beliefs.

It truly broke their heart.

And that’s exactly what the state wanted.

To break their heart and their spirit.

It, too, was humiliation.

Other Jews became afraid.

Was this to become another holocaust?

So, they ran elsewhere, leaving little Kevin and his parents, to fend for themselves, and to take the humiliation.

And then one day, salvation came.


LUCAS, was an intuitive.

He could see and feel things others couldn’t.

Had he seen the fire in the eyes of SAM’s mother, as she walked past her tormentor, LUCAS could have identified it.

He was of the same blood.

The kind that didn’t give in.

Except in his case, he was more street-wise.

He had lived through hell and back with his tormentors, too.

The people who took away his publishing business.

They said, “Ban the Bible!”

That was the only one LUCAS cared to print.

All other books were half-truths.

For him, the Bible was the ONLY Truth.

And you know what he did?

He surprised them all.

They thought he’d either rage, panic, or beg.

He did none of those things.

A child of GOD doesn’t bow before satan.

He leaves.

After all, the WORD of GOD was forever imprinted in his heart.

He knew the BIBLE by heart.

They could take away his business, or even his belief, and it won’t amount to anything.

He was a SOLDIER for CHRIST, and warriors don’t weep over loss.

They merely keep going.

Do you realize that kind of power, wherein all is taken from you, and yet to manage to keep going?

Only because there’s a secret FIRE in your SOUL, which no one can touch.

That was the very same FIRE in SAM’s mother, when she flashed her eyes like that, sending a message to the perpetrator, letting it sink deep into his bones.

It was not born of the witch.

It was born of the SON of GOD.

She had been quietly reading the Bible, a contraband in those days.

The state had taken over LUCAS’ publishing company, purposely so he’d stop printing those.

In its place, they started printing rules for the people.

At every post was seen a set of rules.

At the left side of every door, of every home, was such a set of rules, printed in thick, coated paper which the elements wouldn’t be able to easily destroy.

And inside every home, in every room, those same set of rules must be posted.


LUCAS’ printing press came in handy.

And so very convenient.

Talking about killing two birds with one stone.

Never again would the WORDS of GOD be heard.

SAM was just learning a few of those verses.

And he recited a few that night as he stayed at Kevin’s home.

Come morning, he had to find a new place to stay.

And that’s how he bumped into LUCAS.

Head bowed, hands in pocket, feeling the cold air amplified by the wind, he kicked a few leaves on the street, not noticing a man walking on the opposite side.

“Whoa, little one!” said LUCAS, as he steadied the child who bumped into him.

The little boy had been zig-zagging his way on the street, lost in his own thoughts.

SAM looked up at him, and LUCAS’ heart was pierced by those grieving eyes.

What grieved this child so?

He was a sensor, wasn’t he?

He could sense what people needed, or wanted.

He could “read” their countenances.

He could not read their minds, for that was arrogant.

It was foolish of the state to employ psychics.

That was pure arrogance and disrespect.

An abomination in the eyes  of GOD.

But LUCAS couldn't help it.

He could read their moods and feelings.

But he would never interfere with the mind.

They had to want to talk about the things that bothered them, or mattered to them.

And here was little SAM, needing nourishment, which LUCAS suspected, was not merely for the body, but for the spirit, the mind, and the heart.

He didn’t like seeing children sad.

They were created for joy.

He took the little boy to a coffee shop.

The boy ate huge pancakes and drank milk.

The color began to show on his face once more.

He thanked LUCAS, for he was taught manners by his mom.

Then, he began talking about his mom.

LUCAS listened closely, and felt compassion for the two.

Almost the same age, in their early 30s, LUCAS thought of a way to get the mother out.

And that’s when the plan began to form in his mind.

He would form friendships in the kitchen, the one that supplied food to the prisoners.

That’s what he’ll do.

He’ll be a mere porter.

That will give the least attention to a lowly position as that.

Let the cooks take the bulk of fame.

SAM loved the idea, and was sworn to secrecy.

He would stay with LUCAS tonight, and every night.

LUCAS had some money stashed away, even as the state grabbed his publishing company.

He had a little place in the woods, away from the eyes of the state.

SAM would be safe there.

Let them think him stupid or a coward.

It’s good to be forgotten, if this was the state that would lead them all to further ruin.

Let him have passed into nothingness.

But right now, he had to focus on freeing SARAH.

Dressing up like an ordinary worker, he looked like a porter, because he was lean, but muscled.

LUCAS got the job easily.

Of course, he was careful and cut his hair and shaved his beard.

He looked young and orderly, and the kitchen staff was relieved, as they needed an extra hand.

Being short of hands, just as he suspected, he would be asked to bring food to the prisoners.

And that was his first encounter with SAM’s mom.

His heart went out to the young woman sitting dejectedly in a corner, so frail and thin.

He recognized her, after seeing her tiny photograph, which little SAM put in his pocket.

Earlier, the little one was all over himself, life coming back to him, excited that LUCAS may find his mom, and perhaps – and he prayed with all his might – reunite them both again.


Now, LUCAS gently motioned for the young woman to get her food.

He couldn’t risk calling her “SARAH”, and alert others unnecessarily.

Not really hungry, she went to LUCAS, only because he seemed bearer of good news.

The total stranger seemed out of place to intuitive SARAH.

And she was right.

SAM is now in the care of this kind man, and she was forever grateful.

He couldn’t talk much, so he merely gave her a piece of paper with instructions on it, making her promise to shred the paper in bits after reading it.

That was the escape plan.

He was good with locks.

He’d come around midnight, when everyone was asleep, and free her from that dungeon.

And they’d walk through the shadowed alleys, till they get to the woods.


GOD must have been around.

The plan went smoothly, despite their hairs on end.

Surely, GOD had sent His angels to keep them all safe.

If you don’t believe in GOD, then you won’t believe that either.

But SAM, SARAH, and LUCAS did.

Kind LUCAS was not brought to them for a limp reason.

Everything felt right for the three to become family, eventually, for love had grown among them.

There was trust and respect.

Something the state could not offer their people.

That being that, this young family would work at giving hope and freedom to the rest of the suffering, censured population.

It had been quite a while since a voice was heard.

Censure creates silence, and thus, death.

LUCAS will be that hopeful voice, guided by GOD.

SARAH and SAM will work alongside him.

There was much to do.

Fortunately, GOD was on their side.


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