Till We Have Love

This is my complaint:

Every beautiful strength has a hideous weakness. My brother, Mufasa, is truly a trendsetter of that adage.

Don’t get me wrong, I love my brother. I have always wanted the best for him. However, the kingdom of the Pride Lands was turning into a nation bound for doom due to his weak incompetence. That said, I refused to call him King Mufasa as the rest of the nation does. I love him far more than any political title can represent.

My name is Scar; the younger sibling to Mufasa and frequently seen as the Ghost of Christmas Past in his shadow. Mufasa was always the “good” one in the eyes of others. He foolishly relied on his Faith. Even through it all, I was never jealous of Mufasa – to the contrary I loved him but simply disagreed with his ways of doing things.

Mufasa and I were inseparable growing up. Mother used to say that we counted on one another from birth. There has always been a joy-filled pride in me when it comes to my brother. I looked up to him. He was the fastest in the pack, he had the 2nd best looking mane (second to myself of course), and his leadership presence was quite satiable. Rafiki, who serves as shaman of the Pride Lands, spoke of Mufasa as, “Having a temperament rivaled only by the angels.”  But a boring temperament if you ask me. He’d always waste many hours a day staring at the distant mountain gorge. Foolish.

We had plans to rule Pride Rock together, but the political tradition of our nation put my brother as the sole heir to the throne. Before his crowning, I pleaded with him three times to instead fight with me so that we could rule together. This was for the good of him, me, and the kingdom itself. I failed miserably in my attempts.

Things worsened when his son was born. Whatever piece of intimacy our relationship had left was forfeited over to his investment in Simba, the next heir to the throne. That was the real day I lost my brother – not today.  I love Simba, but Mufasa needed a brother in arms not a little kid in waiting. See, Mufasa cannot sustain this nation without me. We are best when we have each other which, in turn, benefits society.

Therefore, I am writing this letter to you, Lord, with my fist raised. My complaint comes against you. Even though I have done nothing but serve and honor my family their entire life, they have given nothing in return but pain, grief, and destruction toward me. Even more scary is that it can affect the Pride Lands. You are a cruel God who must be blind to the needs of this world. I recognize that I am powerless before you, but if there is one thing I can do against you, it is to make my complaint known by speaking it to the nation.  

Before Mufasa fell to his death, I tried once more to reason with him. The plan was not for
him to die. To the contrary, you know that it was simply scarto scare him into submission. No one is at grief more than I. It was the hardest decision of my life. Even then you could have saved him but you failed.  What do you have to say for yourself?  You have no answer.


Dear Scar,

my name is Leo. I am a head angel in Heaven writing this letter to you on behalf of our Father God, our Savior Jesus, and The Holy Spirit.

We have heard your complaint in Heaven and watched your life long before receiving your letter. The Father watched your life even before there was a second of it. You are worse than you think you are, but you are more loved than you can ever imagine you are. There are many things that you will not understand, but I will try:

In one way or another everyone on earth is just like you. You are the bitter cynic who cannot possibly understand the love between God and his creation. None of you understand. Your perspective of the very love that you claim to have for your brother is infected by your fallen heart. We know you loved your brother. No one “on Earth” loved Mufasa as much as you loved him. You loved him overbearingly so.

The feeling that you call love has ended in the death of your only brother and the estrangement of your nephew. And now you put God on the judgement seat?

Mufasa used to wake up in the mornings and stare at nature. He’d think to himself, “The sweetest thing in all my life has been the longing – to reach the Mountain, to find the place where all the beauty came from – the place where I ought to have been born.” Do you think it all meant nothing, all that longing

What do you long for, Scar?

The Mountain that Mufasa longed for was The Kingdom of God. The Mountain you long for is one of yourself. Without the Divine Love which comes from God, any other love become corrupted. Any other type of love turns in on itself and becomes narcissistic. For example, without the presence of selfless divine love, the beautiful gift of erotic love becomes lust-based and power-based. This is when so marriages break down. fourLoves

The “joy-filled pride” for your brother turned in idolatry. It grew to the point of wanting him to be at a height of perfection that is unachievable on earth. Mufasa was always destined to be crippled in your eyes, no matter what philosophy he followed or action he implemented. Your love of the Pride Lands and every living creature in it drove your fear into manipulation and control.

Instead of following the God that Mufasa follows, you created your own version of God that only saw life how you see it. You have a wicked heart. The nature of sin isn’t always the obvious bad thing. Sin can also be the internal twisting of good things by the heart. You would rather kill your brother than have him attain joy apart from you.


Dear beloved Leo,

Had I known before how the Angels watch earth, I would’ve shuttered at the very thought of an audience to my humiliation. I now see that it was not they who treated me so wrongly, but me who treated others wrongly. I am my worst enemy – Not anyone else and certainly not God.

All my life I doubted the validity of the love which comes from Faith. For now all I can tell, the only difference [between our love and God’s love] is that what many on earth “feel” we call a real thing, and what only one feels we call a myth. But things that many feel may have no taste or moment in them at all, and things that are felt only to one may be waterspouts of truth from the very depth of Truth.

Now I see well why God did not speak to me and used you instead. Till the true understanding of love can be dug out of us, why should He listen to the babble that we think we mean? How can He talk to me about love till he gives me His love?

God is the answer to my question. In front of His love, all questions die away. What other answer would suffice?

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How was Political Correctness Born in America?

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[The following takes place in Hell among a classroom of young demons. The timing occurs directly after a previous blog post was written. The Dean of Demonic Warfare, Wormwood, had just finished giving his presentation on his effects in America.]

After the final PowerPoint slide ended, Dean Wormwood then paused and slowly turned his head to the left. There was a picture of Satan on the wall. It partially covered a medium-sized crack that ran from the floor up to the roof. The young demons watched as Wormwood steadily walked over to the crack and delicately ran his palm over it.

For the entire class period Wormwood spoke with such confidence to the fellow demons, but now his demeanor was different. Wormwood, in a suddenly defeated voice speaks, “the Enemy Jesus somehow has always seemed to be many steps ahead of us. Just look at the Cross and the Resurrection. Never never never forget that the Enemy Jesus has already won. The Enemy creates life where we constantly claim death … But that does not mean we cannot still try.  Class dismissed.”

“WA-WAIT”, Cupid, one of the freshmen demons, hesitantly exclaimed, “I do not understand. You keep saying that you slowly had the Americans to believe in individualism and Universalism. How exactly does that benefit us?”

The freshman demon grew more confident as he spoke – his chest sticking out as if he caught the Dean’s flaw, proving to be the smartest demon in class. The freshman continued, “Last class you spoke on today’s American political correctness and how it ties into individualism. However, would not the Enemy Jesus want those things? Humans enjoy independence and would want to join The Enemy if He seems to accept all things, right?”

Dean Wormwood, still looking at the picture of Satan, does not move in the slightest. It is as if he never heard Cupid’s question. His glare resolute. Wormwood’s eyes glowing as red as the pit of Hell itself. His demeanor switched back from defeat to assurance. An assurance spurred on by the curious freshman demon wanting to learn…but apparently still lacking faith in Father Satan’s plan.

Wormwood finally turns toward the class. He answers:

“Do not be so foolishly narrow-minded, Cupid. Of course individualism itself is not evil. Even political correctness has solid merit. Political correctness has the ability to stop humans from being marginalized or insulted by other humans. The Enemy Jesus enjoys that result when the human’s heart is involved.

All that said, that is NOT our end goal. If we stopped there we’d be defeated for sure. Our end goal is to pervert human thought process as to make it impossible for humans to truly guide one another toward the Enemy Jesus.

At the start of western America…we set in a subtle 300 year long plan of moral and sexual liberty that would destroy the effect of the Gospel. It is a free speech apocalypse. The Bible requires repentance on some level – but a human cannot tell another human to follow the Enemy Jesus without simultaneously calling that person to walk away from something else.

When individualism is coupled with political correctness that “something else” now doesn’t have to be walked away from anymore. Hence, true repentance in order to follow the Enemy Jesus cannot be achieved. Therefore, over time with our successful plan, the humans naturally become anti-repentant. You see, the bloody Gospel is not only a Gospel of repenting from sins that they KNOW are WRONG – it is also repenting from things that they THOUGHT were a VIRTUE

nomomnodadSexual sin is not immoral because it is or isn’t distasteful. Not at all. Sexual sin is immoral because God prohibits it.

You are probably wondering how we did this over the span of 300 years. During the late 1700s the founding fathers of The United States still had the bitter taste in their mouths from how the British used religious authority. Part of the reason of the numerous wars in Europe was because of church denominations (Anglicans, Catholics, Protestants etc). It would make sense for the founding fathers to avoid the Europeans’ ways in not having a single denominational “Church of the United States” at the federal level. Doing so would naturally lead to conflict against states that may have had primarily different denominations. Hence the 1st Amendment of the Constitution.

After that was achieved, it all became a gradual game of words. Semantics. Equivocation. Sure, we demons were not initially happy when humans settled on Christian denominations being neutrally equal in law. It greatly hindered religious wars in America. We demons do love human wars, but we patiently waited for something better.political-correctness-language-thoguht-control

Listen very closely young ones… we got the Americans to start with denominational neutrality. After a little over 100 years, when humans stopped paying attention, that moved to religious neutrality. That eventually shifted to worldview neutrality. Now, it has turned into morality neutrality. So that everything today has reduced to “anything goes”. What the humans meant for good we twisted for evil.

As my demon teacher once told me, ‘It is funny how mortals always picture us as putting things into their minds: in reality our best work is done by keeping things out!’

The American founding fathers were not being malicious in their thought process. Their conscience was doing something good at the time for the betterment of their country. However, we have successfully twisted that thought and slipped it all the way down to subjective morality. Now, Christians must shut up otherwise they are doing something wrong against others. Now, no one has authority or the ability to tell anyone else that they are doing wrong. Emotion controls reason.”

Dean Wormwood quiets as he finally finishes. His massive robe drags the floor as he slowly approaches Cupid. Wormwood pats the top of his head saying, “Your curiosity shows much promise. I have high hopes for you, Cupid. Praise be to Satan.”

“Class dismissed.”

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The Young Boy And His Fear of Dogs

 

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Young Todd could barely catch his breath as the neighbor’s dog attempted to chase him down. He hid behind the playground wall that was just high enough to cover his entire body. Todd’s heart pounded with fear as he tearfully pleaded with his own thoughts for the dog to go away. In his mind this was a matter of his life being on the line. He was a long ways from home at this point.

The young boy had always struggled with a borderline phobia of dogs. Dogs were mean, hateful, and always seemed to chase or bark at him relentlessly. He had never even patted a puppy before for the fear that the puppy would bite him. Though his brothers would love to own a puppy one day, their parents have always opposed because of Todd’s fear.

After less than a minute of searching for Todd, the neighbor’s dog finally gave up and left. Little did the young boy understand, all the dog wanted to do was play. Still, in Todd’s head, that dog wanted to eat him skin and bones. No sense in taking chances and playing with fire.

By the time Todd made it back home his mother was standing on the porch, tapping her foot. Frustration was practically stemming from her – “Where have you been, Todd? You’re supposed to be home by 7:30 and you’re not supposed to be out alone either. It is 9:00; your brothers are already in bed and we’ve been worried sick.”

“But but Mm Mom,” stuttered Todd, “Brodie jump over the neighbor’s fence again and chased me all the way to the park.”

Remorseful, but still frustrated, “Ok Todd. Come inside. But you’ve got to eventually get over your fear. Dogs aren’t here to hurt you. One day I hope you’ll understand that.”

Todd and his mother went inside the house where there were leftovers ready for him on the table.

His mother still concerned said, “Todd, I’m going to pray over you. Heavenly Father, I thank you for my son. For his heart, his laughter, and his joy. We thank you for the gift of life. I want to ask that you take away the fear of dogs from my son. Help him see that dogs aren’t dangerous. Help him see that you created them in all their beauty. In Jesus name we pray, Amen.”

After finishing up dinner, Todd heads to bed and is tucked in by his mom.

“Goodnight, Todd.”

“Goodnight, Mom.”

That is when it happened:

Next thing Todd knows he is in a dream. Though, apart from most dreams, this dream seemed magically real. Todd starts off walking through the lobby of a building. His is the only one around but can hear slight commotion from behind the walls. Suddenly, tall, light brown double doors appeared that led to behind the walls. Oddly enough, at the moment, Todd had no sense of fear. Having nowhere else to go he opened the doors to walk through.

Todd was now in a gigantic room filled with people everywhere – so many that he could not count. Todd was a short kid anyways, so even if he could count that high he would not be able to see overhead enough to look yonder. The sea of people parted as they created a pathway for the young boy. By this point all the chatter settled and all eyes were on Todd as he naturally walked down the aisle. It was as if Todd knew where to go. On the other hand, he had no other direction to go. Still, there was a strange sense of peace in him.

Eventually his gaze left the crowded people to focus straight ahead up the aisle. What he almost saw now was a man – though he wasn’t fully a man. Todd vision was distorted a little as his eyes tried to figure out what he was looking at. He’d never seen a man like this before. He was half man, half spiritual-like, wearing a long robe. When Todd was finally directly in front of the man his eyes finally adjusted to see the angelic being in front of him. Todd was in awe. The hairs on the man’s head were white, like snow. His eyes were like a flame of fire. Still, Todd felt a calmness that he never felt before.

The man standing before Todd then slightly bent over to hover above him.

“Hello Todd,” stated the man. His voice threw Todd off guard. The man’s voice was not simply that of a human’s voice. It sounded similar to the roaring waters he had heard when his family went white water rafting. “I love you. I am going to put a crown on your head. Right now, I want you to see my creation the way I see my creation!”

Instantly, dozens of dogs came from behind the angelic man coming toward Todd. Though his inclination was to panic, this time he could not do so. The dogs looked different. He could absolutely see they were dogs. That did not change. What Todd sees now is “Love” in the dogs. It was as if Todd was looking at multiple real-life hieroglyphics in a 4th dimension. Todd can see his mother, his father, brothers, his favorite teacher, his favorite food, all his warm life moments, AND each dog simultaneously…all while he looks at the dogs. Todd could not believe it. For the first time he did not want to run. He wanted hug all the dogs. And that is exactly what he did. With all joy.

The man, still standing there then uttered, “You see Todd, I create Love. Nothing that I create is bad.  You view things dimly. I have the ability to open your eyes to more joy. Now wake up, and see”.

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Running From Love

Words are short.
She was perfect to look upon,
As an adventurous fairy-tale read to a child.
She was a miracle;
New like the dawn of a Spring morning,
Sweet like Trader Joe’s cheese,
Opportune like the refresh button fixing website glitches.
Her melody is a luxury;
Her vitality is a necessity.

You don’t know it,
But sometimes I peak through your window.
You look different when I peak – you’re off guard.
I dote on you.
If you’ve come here for a compliment, you’ve come to the right place.
And if I had a nickel for every time I thought that…
I’d have 47 nickels;
Enough for my nephew to buy chocolates for his kindergarten crush;
And if it can work for him…

Words are misleading.
Only I am perfect.
Your true heart precludes your perfection;
You are not perfect,
You never were a miracle.
You’re simply a girl, running from me.

You were born running from me.

I peak through your window but I only see myself.
It was always myself. New, yet broken;
Like the bad sequel of a good movie.
As cliché as vintage knock knock jokes.
Fake like plastic cheese in a storefront window.
On the brink of the curtains closing, I turn around,
I now see that it is Jesus looking in on me.

The Word is fulfilling.
My feet finally at ease.
The room fills empty as I look back at Jesus;
His love replaces the emptiness,
No words can grade the transcendence of His stare.
He is peaking in on me.
He is peaking in on us.
Us, His Church, His Perfection, His Miracle. His Bride.
If we’ve come for a compliment, then we’ve come to the wrong place.
If we’ve come for love and vitality –
Or just to simply stop running, then…welcome home.

Wormwood Letters: Death of The Next Christian Age

The group of young demons all raced through the door and into the room just in time to be considered early for the meeting.  One of the demons, who happened to be quite large in size, jetted over to claim dibs on the chair at the round table which would be closest to the Dean. An argument arose among them at which one of them was the greatest demon.

At that moment, Dean Wormwood walked in the room. Overhearing the argument, Wormwood interrupts, “Whoever is greatest among you will prove it by the work he has accomplished. Those who have ears let them hear.” Wormwood happens to point to the largest of the demons, awarding him the seat for now.

“Arise, for the pledge.” proclaimed Wormwood, without a hint of emotion.

They each arose, chanting in unison:  “Remember remember remember, our main business is to blind the mind of humans. To kept them from seeing the light of the Gospel of the glory of The Enemy Jesus Christ who is the image of his Father and gifts The Spirit. Until the end, Praise be to Satan!”

Everyone sat back down at the table as only Wormwood was left standing. Wormwood stood with a glaring pose as he waited to make sure he had everyone’s attention. He knew that newly graduated demons were of the most inattentive. Their inexperience in the real world could decrease the effectiveness of Hell and Wormwood was going to be sure to flush out all their ignorance before they officially went into the human world.

[Dean Wormwood begins his speech]

“Congratulations on graduating from your studies in demonism. You are about to embark on your own journey. Each of you will be assigned a certain amount of humans to tamper amongst. I am here to tell you of my journey at a young demon because of my great achievements on the mission field. There is great excitement in our realms about the next generation of Christians coming about. That is, those born during the technological and social media age.  The elder demons worked hard to negatively affect Christian thought throughout  history in different ways. We hope that you will as well. It is the human flesh which neglects The Enemy God.  And we can sharpen this effect.

It has always been our goal to skew the definition of fundamental elements within Christianity and, subsequently, hinder the Christian life. I began my mission field with a team of demons in the 1700s. I convinced the humans to call it The Age of Enlightenment. This was one of our greatest victories to date! Sadly, the Enemy Jesus was still able to muster out good things in that time period which benefited His Kingdom. However, our first great victory was that for the first time in history we were able to shift the macro-cultural human focus away from the Enemy God and toward individualism. The structure of entire nations and governments adopted this principle which directly went against that disgusting, ghastly Word. The Bible.

With that heightened inward focus, humans then relied heavily on their own reasoning and rationale. They became stuck in a prison of scientific materialism. Thus, the second victory was the crushing of their sense of imagination. You see, if a young child can believe in the FALSE MYTH of Santa Claus…it becomes easier for an adult to believe in the TRUE MYTH of the Enemy Jesus. We had them believe that wisdom and innocence were contradictory – erasing the childlike faith they needed to get to the Enemy, God the Father.

 

By the late 1800s, we skewed their meaning of love. It changed to the negative ideal of Unselfishness – that they could only display love for others by going without it themselves. Self-denial, as an end in itself. This took away from their idea of reward and Heaven. Quite contrary to what the Enemy Jesus actually taught. The following generation of the 1900s did not want to be like their stern parents and grandparents, so they became a generation of inclusiveness. All people should feel love. All people should be saved. Hence, Universalism.

As far as this current generation, our victories thus far are in weakening the human view on relationships and depth of worship. The internet was a great instrument for us. It gave us small victories of pornography, which aided in sex trafficking and sexual abuse. Small victories in my opinion, but victories nonetheless. The true victory is in confusing their sense of relationship which crushes their depth of Christian unity and derails their ability to understand how a relationship with the Enemy Jesus truly works. They cannot speak to the Enemy God if they do not know how to communicate with the Enemy God.

 

The plans for the upcoming generation are deadly to the very identity of the Christian faith. Humans born in the late 1990s ONLY know a life of social media. ONLY know a life of elevated political correctness. In turn … their way of thinking, processing, analyzing, and views on time will be extremely different from each generation before them. We must take advantage of this opportunity that we have been slowly creating.

Our hope is that their cultural norm of understanding particular principals – eternity, Christian accountability, memorization, views of family, sex, and reproof – will weaken.  More than any generation prior, this plan will take away from the Christian identity because the Enemy Jesus uses the pictures and stories of each of those principals in displaying His Truth.

Eventually, Christianity will have a bad connotation to it. And no human, believer or unbeliever, wants to be called bad. Being called weird is ok, but bad is unattractive. The Enemy Jesus wrote the scriptures for reproof. If reproof becomes a bad thing then the scriptures become bad – making the Enemy Jesus bad. A Christian will have to say they are not a Christian, because, otherwise, they are bad. Therefore, that desired Christian identity will fade away in humans. And a human without an identity is forever lost. Little would they realize that the Enemy Jesus did not go into the world to make bad people good. Rather he went into the world to make dead people live.

 

Wormwood then paused and slowly turned his head to the left. There was a picture of Satan on the wall. It partially covered a medium-sized crack that ran from the floor up to the roof. The young demons watched as Wormwood steadily walked over to the crack and delicately ran his palm over it.

“However,” begin Wormwood in a sudden, defeated voice, “the Enemy Jesus knows our plan and somehow has always seemed to be many steps ahead of us. Just look at the Cross and the Resurrection. Never never never forget that the Enemy Jesus has already won. The Enemy creates life where we constantly claim death … But that does not mean we cannot still try.  Class dismissed.”

A Short Story of Lying

A young man had been hiking through a forest until sunset when he began to realize that he was lost. The constant unfamiliar scenery led him to presume that he was not heading toward the trail’s exit.

Suddenly, he saw another hiker approaching him. When the figure reached him, it turned out to be himself! Confused, but too focused on being lost, the young man did not take serious notice of this identity puzzle and asked the twin which direction to head. The twin responded, “You should head East.”

So the young man headed East for almost an hour until he realized he was more lost than in his previous state. Straightaway, another twin version of himself then approached. When the young man asked for directions, the twin responded, “I’m not sure. I’m lost myself.” The young man and the twin laughed and talked for about an hour.

Still lost, the young man headed onward. A third twin approached: “You should go North. The North Star is a compass you fool!” The young man obliged, only to get further lost since he did not know the location of the exit in relation to the North Star.

The sky grew dark. A fourth twin approached: “This is a great workout, isn’t it? The women love leg muscles, aye-aye.” Though tired, the young man reasoned that since he’d gone this far he might work out a little more.

After climbing more hills, the very first twin who had approached him earlier, returned. “Still lost? Friend, the answer was inside of you all along. You are intelligent enough to do this on your own!”

This spiked the young man with motivation. A light bulb popped in his head as he realized he now knew where to go. He sprinted towards that direction.

The young man collapsed as he saw that he’d just ended up at a dead end waterfall.

Suddenly, another hiker approached him. However, this hiker was different. He walked with a limp and was not even dressed for hiking. When the hiker came near, the young man realized that he did look like a twin – only a much older version.

The elderly twin spoke, “Young man, here is why you’ve gotten so lost: If there is one thing you can be sure of, it is that you should not be the main guide of your life. In your life, you have lied to yourself more than anyone else has ever lied to you. The more you try to be your own leader, the more you will end up lost. You cannot save yourself. When a man understands more and more clearly the evil that is in him and how limited he is, then he’s learning. A moderately bad man knows he is NOT very good: a thoroughly bad man thinks he is ALL right. Man is flawed. As for God, He makes the way perfect. He lights the lamp in the darkness in order for you to see. Listen to Him.

The young man arose. His heart realigned. He mind set straight. His humbled soul ready to listen. Ready for the light.