Dear One,
Begin to consider the serving professions and ministries in your world. They are diverse in their duties, but they exist to serve mankind, enhancing the lives of people There are cooks and chefs who prepare food for you. There are waitresses and waiters who serve food. There are firemen and policemen who protect you. There are counselors who help guide you into productive paths. There are child care workers who nourish your children. There are teachers who instruct you on how to succeed in life through education.
Then relate that to My ministering angels, sent to spiritually do the same things in their services for My children. If you will check My Instruction Book you will see that they are multi-functional. There are angels who deliver My messages to people. There are angels who work alongside My children in their professions. There are angels who protect you. There are angels of wisdom who enlighten you with the wisdom and knowledge of My Holy Spirit. There are angels who war against demonic spirits in the heavenly dimension, protecting you from devastating events. There are angels who minister comfort to you like they did to Jesus after He refused to participate in the temptations of the devil. I have multitudes of angels whom I have appointed to assist you in your earthly journey.
Ministering spirits minister to you as well as for you. A ministering spirit often brings messages to you from Me and from others, often called intuition.
Spirits of wisdom, knowledge and revelation are ministering spirits, sent from Me to enlighten you.
Spirits of grace and mercy and goodness are ministering spirits. There are ministering spirits of intelligence, of kindness, of purity, of gaiety, of humor, of discernment.
My Holy Spirit is the ultimate authority over all of My angels, My ministering spirits. His presence in your life authorizes My angels to perform for you and minister to you.
Stay in total unity with the Holy Spirit so that you will be conscious of the working of My angels, your servants.
A servant performs for, protects, maintains, supplies, repairs, installs, distributes goods for and upon a master. That's what My hosts of angels do for you. Those are their duties, and many more.
Appreciate the ministry of My Holy Spirit and His workers in your life. They are your greatest assets because they are gifts from Me.
Love, God
Hebrews 1:7; Hebrews 1:14; Hebrews 2:1-4; Matthew 4:11
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Monday, September 12, 2011
DOMINION AND POWER
Dear One,
My Spirit yearns to gain ascendancy in the earth again.
Once a being has occupied a place of honor and respect, He yearns for that position again because He knows the benefits of having dominion over the negative principalities and powers of the air who are the instigation of all evil in the world.
When men gave authority in the earth to evil spirits, evil invaders, then My Spirit was relegated to an inferior position in the earth by men. After Jesus defeated the evil spirits in hell, He eventually sent My Spirit into the earth again to live inside of any person who requested His presence. Then My Spirit regained authoritative ascendancy in the earth again, taking His rightful position.
With My Holy Spirit's ascendancy comes the full permission to perform My assigned works in the lives of the people who give their wills over to Him. Then that person has also gained ascendancy in the earth again, with power that was previously unattainable. Because of My power within him, he has gained dominion over diseases, over addictions, over crippling emotions, over strife, over wars, over depression, over anger, over enmity and every evil work. In that person's life things become as I intended them to be, free from bondage to any demonic influences.
As you exercise your authority through using My powerful gifts, then My Holy Spirit has gained ascendancy and He is Lord in the earth again, just like He was when Jesus walked in your dimension. In that scenario, My angels go to and fro in the earth, doing as My Spirit commands to bring perfection to everything that concerns you.
My Holy Spirit delights in His appointed tasks. So do the angels who accompany Him, they love their professions.
Love, God
I Corinthians 6:17-19; I Corinthians 12: 7-11; II Corinthians 3:17; Ephesians 1:17-23;
My Spirit yearns to gain ascendancy in the earth again.
Once a being has occupied a place of honor and respect, He yearns for that position again because He knows the benefits of having dominion over the negative principalities and powers of the air who are the instigation of all evil in the world.
When men gave authority in the earth to evil spirits, evil invaders, then My Spirit was relegated to an inferior position in the earth by men. After Jesus defeated the evil spirits in hell, He eventually sent My Spirit into the earth again to live inside of any person who requested His presence. Then My Spirit regained authoritative ascendancy in the earth again, taking His rightful position.
With My Holy Spirit's ascendancy comes the full permission to perform My assigned works in the lives of the people who give their wills over to Him. Then that person has also gained ascendancy in the earth again, with power that was previously unattainable. Because of My power within him, he has gained dominion over diseases, over addictions, over crippling emotions, over strife, over wars, over depression, over anger, over enmity and every evil work. In that person's life things become as I intended them to be, free from bondage to any demonic influences.
As you exercise your authority through using My powerful gifts, then My Holy Spirit has gained ascendancy and He is Lord in the earth again, just like He was when Jesus walked in your dimension. In that scenario, My angels go to and fro in the earth, doing as My Spirit commands to bring perfection to everything that concerns you.
My Holy Spirit delights in His appointed tasks. So do the angels who accompany Him, they love their professions.
Love, God
I Corinthians 6:17-19; I Corinthians 12: 7-11; II Corinthians 3:17; Ephesians 1:17-23;
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
UNEQUAL EXCHANGE
I give God my problems,
He sends me His love.
I give Him my troubles,
He sends peace from above.
I give God my garbage,
He turns it into gold.
I give Him my failures,
He sends joy a hundred fold.
He sends me His love.
I give Him my troubles,
He sends peace from above.
I give God my garbage,
He turns it into gold.
I give Him my failures,
He sends joy a hundred fold.
Thursday, July 21, 2011
BLACK HAIR, BLACK JEANS, BLACK SHIRT AND BEAUTIFUL
T. Wieland Allen
There aren't many things that are edifying in the oncologist waiting room at a famous cancer hospital that my husband and I frequent every three months. My husband had a rare kind of cancer and we go the Houston treatment center every three months to receive the news that all is well as far as his remaining healthy.
Most of the people in the large waiting room have some visible sign that they are suffering from the devastating disease,. These people have the worst kind of cancer, which is called sarcoma.
Every one of the patients waits for his appointment with the oncologist, praying to hear good news about themselves, and their caregivers also await encouraging news relating to their loved ones. Many of the patients are missing one or more limbs, some on crutches, some in wheelchairs, some being carried by parents. All the patients have that same look of desperation, hoping that they will hear good news, but fearing that they will hear bad news.
Different languages are spoken by the patients and their families since this hospital is known worldwide as the king in the treatment of sarcomas. Even the kind that affected my husband is a rare kind, since only about 200 patients a year are diagnosed with it.
Different styles of dress are always represented also in the room. We usually see a Muslim woman in her customary dress with her hair covered. Sometimes we see women with black robes and black head gears plus facial coverings, with only their beautiful brown eyes peering out to observe others. We've seen men in long robes with rolled up scarves adorning their heads. We've seen Colombians, Greeks, Italians, Germans Palestinians, Japanese, Chinese and American, plus other nationalities in the waiting room.
God creates interesting scenarios for His children. We saw an encouraging one unroll this week.
Walking into the waiting room is an experience in itself because you will always see visible effects of the disease, starting with the missing limbs. Those effects are quickly evident
Upon entering the waiting room, while my husband registered with the nurse at the appointment desk my eyes landed on a beautiful woman who appeared to be about 40 years old. She had black hair and dark brown eyes. She had chosen a pair of black jeans to wear that day. She also was wearing a black T-shirt. I didn't immediately notice her physical condition until the nurse at the desk called the black haired woman who was dressed-in-black to come to have her vitals checked. That's when I noticed that she was missing an arm. She had brilliantly tucked the sleeve of her T-shirt into the arm hole and draped it around the stump of her arm so that it was neatly wrapped. She moved gracefully toward the desk, looking very beautiful in her black clothes which complimented her black hair and white skin.
I was still thinking about her beauty, even in the midst of her tragedy of losing her arm to the devastating disease, when she strolled back into the room, passing in front of us, and I got a look at the front of her black T-shirt. In big colorful jeweled letters it read, BELIEVE.
I immediately thought, Thank you, Heavenly Father, that you chose the clothes for that beautiful lady this morning. I wouldn't have made more of an impression if it had been displayed on a billboard on a highway or emblazoned in the sky on the clouds. BELIEVE. Every patient in the waiting room could see it, knowing that she had the same disease that was causing their pain and fear, and they could realize that they can believe God to help them emerge from the difficult circumstances with grace and dignity like the lady in black.
BELIEVE is a simple word that is used regularly in all different ways, but that day in the office of the oncologist it was a message to everyone sitting in the room. BELIEVE for a good result, BELIEVE that you can overcome the effects of the disease, BELIEVE that you will live, BELIEVE that you will see your children grow up, and young teenagers in wheelchairs, BELIEVE that you will overcome the disease, marry, have children and live a good life.
God's billboards are better than the billboards on the highway. They're personal, sent for a particular situation and displayed by the perfect person.
I believe the message was for me and for my husband. I know the other people in the room received the same assurance that all they have to do is BELIEVE. After all, God went to a lot of trouble that day to impress upon the beautiful lady that she should wear that shirt so that everyone who saw her that day would know that all they have to do is believe and it will be done unto them. Thank you, God, for the simple yet powerful message. What God accomplished in the simple word on that T-shirt would have taken hours for a preacher to accomplish speaking in front of thousands of people
Just BELIEVE, the lady in black proclaimed without opening her mouth. She jolted me from anxiety into faith with that one word, BELIEVE.
T. Wieland Allen
There aren't many things that are edifying in the oncologist waiting room at a famous cancer hospital that my husband and I frequent every three months. My husband had a rare kind of cancer and we go the Houston treatment center every three months to receive the news that all is well as far as his remaining healthy.
Most of the people in the large waiting room have some visible sign that they are suffering from the devastating disease,. These people have the worst kind of cancer, which is called sarcoma.
Every one of the patients waits for his appointment with the oncologist, praying to hear good news about themselves, and their caregivers also await encouraging news relating to their loved ones. Many of the patients are missing one or more limbs, some on crutches, some in wheelchairs, some being carried by parents. All the patients have that same look of desperation, hoping that they will hear good news, but fearing that they will hear bad news.
Different languages are spoken by the patients and their families since this hospital is known worldwide as the king in the treatment of sarcomas. Even the kind that affected my husband is a rare kind, since only about 200 patients a year are diagnosed with it.
Different styles of dress are always represented also in the room. We usually see a Muslim woman in her customary dress with her hair covered. Sometimes we see women with black robes and black head gears plus facial coverings, with only their beautiful brown eyes peering out to observe others. We've seen men in long robes with rolled up scarves adorning their heads. We've seen Colombians, Greeks, Italians, Germans Palestinians, Japanese, Chinese and American, plus other nationalities in the waiting room.
God creates interesting scenarios for His children. We saw an encouraging one unroll this week.
Walking into the waiting room is an experience in itself because you will always see visible effects of the disease, starting with the missing limbs. Those effects are quickly evident
Upon entering the waiting room, while my husband registered with the nurse at the appointment desk my eyes landed on a beautiful woman who appeared to be about 40 years old. She had black hair and dark brown eyes. She had chosen a pair of black jeans to wear that day. She also was wearing a black T-shirt. I didn't immediately notice her physical condition until the nurse at the desk called the black haired woman who was dressed-in-black to come to have her vitals checked. That's when I noticed that she was missing an arm. She had brilliantly tucked the sleeve of her T-shirt into the arm hole and draped it around the stump of her arm so that it was neatly wrapped. She moved gracefully toward the desk, looking very beautiful in her black clothes which complimented her black hair and white skin.
I was still thinking about her beauty, even in the midst of her tragedy of losing her arm to the devastating disease, when she strolled back into the room, passing in front of us, and I got a look at the front of her black T-shirt. In big colorful jeweled letters it read, BELIEVE.
I immediately thought, Thank you, Heavenly Father, that you chose the clothes for that beautiful lady this morning. I wouldn't have made more of an impression if it had been displayed on a billboard on a highway or emblazoned in the sky on the clouds. BELIEVE. Every patient in the waiting room could see it, knowing that she had the same disease that was causing their pain and fear, and they could realize that they can believe God to help them emerge from the difficult circumstances with grace and dignity like the lady in black.
BELIEVE is a simple word that is used regularly in all different ways, but that day in the office of the oncologist it was a message to everyone sitting in the room. BELIEVE for a good result, BELIEVE that you can overcome the effects of the disease, BELIEVE that you will live, BELIEVE that you will see your children grow up, and young teenagers in wheelchairs, BELIEVE that you will overcome the disease, marry, have children and live a good life.
God's billboards are better than the billboards on the highway. They're personal, sent for a particular situation and displayed by the perfect person.
I believe the message was for me and for my husband. I know the other people in the room received the same assurance that all they have to do is BELIEVE. After all, God went to a lot of trouble that day to impress upon the beautiful lady that she should wear that shirt so that everyone who saw her that day would know that all they have to do is believe and it will be done unto them. Thank you, God, for the simple yet powerful message. What God accomplished in the simple word on that T-shirt would have taken hours for a preacher to accomplish speaking in front of thousands of people
Just BELIEVE, the lady in black proclaimed without opening her mouth. She jolted me from anxiety into faith with that one word, BELIEVE.
Thursday, July 14, 2011
BLESSING BLOCKAGES
July 15, 2002
RIPE FRUIT
My sister read to me a passage from a book she had been reading about the Holy Spirit.
In essence the passage from the book asked the readers to assess whether they had ripe fruit of the Holy Spirit operating in their lives.
In summarizing the comments of the writer for my own use, I borrowed some of the comments of the writer and added a few.
In assessing the degrees of the fruit of the Spirit operating in our lives, we must check whether we have love, joy, mercy, faith, goodness, kindness, self-control, peace and patience emanating from us.
Do we have more kindness and faithfulness than the Mormons?
Do we have more peace than the Buddhists?
Do we have more joy than the atheists?
Do we have more love and acceptance of others than unbelievers?
Do we have more self control than the Muslims who pray multiple times a day?
Jesus told His followers that their righteousness must exceed the righteousness of the scribes and Pharisees so that they would enter the kingdom of heaven. We know that it is God's righteousness in the Holy Spirit who lives in us. He makes us righteous. However, is the fruit of the righteousness that emanates from us more abundant than the fruit of the followers of other religions or even of the unbelievers? If not, then the fruit of our flesh is what is causing us to block the blessings of God from flooding into our lives. The fruit of the flesh is described in the same passage in the Bible that the fruit of God's Spirit is described The fruit of the flesh is anger, division, strife, jealousy, envy, selfishness, enmity, dissension, licentiousness and also other obvious ones like drunkenness, carousing, etc.
Jesus didn't say that our righteousness should equal the righteousness of the scribes and Pharisees. He said it should exceed their righteousness.
The writer of that book put Truth in red letter words to me.
The fruit of other religions often exceed the fruit of righteousness of God's children. What is the cost to us? The cost to us is the blessings of God, who is pouring His blessings upon us every second of the day. If we aren't receiving them, we need to check the fruit of God's Spirit, His righteousness within us, and check to see if we are letting it flow from ourselves to others.
The only things that can block the blessings of God from coming into our lives are the fruit of the flesh which actually are the fruit of the devil. The devil doesn't want you to live the abundant life that Jesus promised.
There are spiritually starving people who are fruit gatherers who are eager to gather God's fruit from His children, eager to receive our love, joy, peace and kindness. The excess that we have is what we need to share because it exceeds the production of fruit of other religions.
Matthew. 5: 22; Galatians 5:19-23.
RIPE FRUIT
My sister read to me a passage from a book she had been reading about the Holy Spirit.
In essence the passage from the book asked the readers to assess whether they had ripe fruit of the Holy Spirit operating in their lives.
In summarizing the comments of the writer for my own use, I borrowed some of the comments of the writer and added a few.
In assessing the degrees of the fruit of the Spirit operating in our lives, we must check whether we have love, joy, mercy, faith, goodness, kindness, self-control, peace and patience emanating from us.
Do we have more kindness and faithfulness than the Mormons?
Do we have more peace than the Buddhists?
Do we have more joy than the atheists?
Do we have more love and acceptance of others than unbelievers?
Do we have more self control than the Muslims who pray multiple times a day?
Jesus told His followers that their righteousness must exceed the righteousness of the scribes and Pharisees so that they would enter the kingdom of heaven. We know that it is God's righteousness in the Holy Spirit who lives in us. He makes us righteous. However, is the fruit of the righteousness that emanates from us more abundant than the fruit of the followers of other religions or even of the unbelievers? If not, then the fruit of our flesh is what is causing us to block the blessings of God from flooding into our lives. The fruit of the flesh is described in the same passage in the Bible that the fruit of God's Spirit is described The fruit of the flesh is anger, division, strife, jealousy, envy, selfishness, enmity, dissension, licentiousness and also other obvious ones like drunkenness, carousing, etc.
Jesus didn't say that our righteousness should equal the righteousness of the scribes and Pharisees. He said it should exceed their righteousness.
The writer of that book put Truth in red letter words to me.
The fruit of other religions often exceed the fruit of righteousness of God's children. What is the cost to us? The cost to us is the blessings of God, who is pouring His blessings upon us every second of the day. If we aren't receiving them, we need to check the fruit of God's Spirit, His righteousness within us, and check to see if we are letting it flow from ourselves to others.
The only things that can block the blessings of God from coming into our lives are the fruit of the flesh which actually are the fruit of the devil. The devil doesn't want you to live the abundant life that Jesus promised.
There are spiritually starving people who are fruit gatherers who are eager to gather God's fruit from His children, eager to receive our love, joy, peace and kindness. The excess that we have is what we need to share because it exceeds the production of fruit of other religions.
Matthew. 5: 22; Galatians 5:19-23.
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
CAN ANYTHING GOOD COME OUT OF STAR TREK/
CAN ANYTHING GOOD COME OUT OF STAR TREK?
A month ago I would have told you that nothing good can ever come out of Star Trek? I never was a Trekkie, never will be a Trekkie, and never thought anything good could ever come out of Star Trek except just some wasted hours of escapist entertainment. That was my personal opinion.
Steve, my hubby of 54 years, is a died in the wool Trekkie. He's been a regular viewer of the TV series since it was introduced years and years ago.
Myself? I never got it. What was the attraction? I even made myself sit with Hubby and watch a couple of episodes. They had something to do with a Holidome or something. I never got that one for sure. The story went from outer space to the present with lighting speed and left me back there in the third or fourth dimension somewhere. I just never got it, even after trying desperately to understand.
I finally decided that Trekkies are either born that way or they develop into fans after many, many hours of watching the programs. I wasn't born a Trekkie and I'm not willing to spend hours watching a program that confuses me from the opening dialogue to the end when they always say, "To boldly go where no man has gone before." I guess I'm not bold enough.
Now can you understand why I was doubtful that anything good could ever come out of Star Trek? It's kind of like the Jews said about Jesus when He was ministering to people. They said, "Can anything good come out of Nazareth?" Well, were they ever disillusioned. Look at what they were missing, the Son of God. I think some of them changed their opinions when Jesus started healing the sick and speaking wonderful words of wisdom. That should have changed the hardest of hearts, seeing miracles happen before their eyes.
Now, I've seen wonderful miracles, too, in my lifetime, thanks to the God/Man who was from Nazareth, but I still was convinced that nothing good could ever come out of any episode of Star Trek. I ought to know by now not to dig my heels in on anything because I will be proved wrong every time. Sometimes I leave deep crevices in the ground from my heels that won't yield an inch until new, convincing informational facts come my way. Then I easily lift my feet up and take normal steps without dragging my feet to show my resistance.
So, you may ask, what happened to let me know that something good can come out of Star Trek? It was an unusual thing, kind of a God incident. Not a coincident but a God incident.
Hubby was watching an episode of Star Trek and I was finishing dressing so that I could take a trip to the grocery store. I was walking down the hall toward our bedroom and I heard something I never thought I would hear coming from the TV. It was a very wise statement, something that immediately caught my attention. I stopped walking and asked Hubby to replay the last statement made by one of the characters, a weird fellow called a Kleon or Klingon or something out-of-this-world strange, which matched his outer space character looks.
The Klingon said this powerful, insightful statement: "PATIENCE IS A BETTER WEAPON THAN A SWORD."
That statement sounded surprisingly like something the Man from Nazareth would say. Jesus taught a lot about patience. Now here was a fictional character in an outer space TV show saying something that Jesus would have said, a bold statement about the power of patience.
We all know what a sword does. It kills, it maims, it butchers, it fosters fear in the hearts of anyone who is threatened by it. But patience is not like that. Patience is like the personal characteristic of the Man from Nazareth, calmly waiting for the Heavenly Father to do His spiritual works in a trying situation, never yielding to the temptation to use the violence that comes by brandishing a sword. In fact, the principle is that those who live by the sword will die by the sword, meaning if a person wields violence against another person that he will surely reap whatever he has sown, violence.
I was almost bowled over by the wise statement, that patience is a better weapon than a sword. That insightful message was akin to the one that says that all good things come to those who wait. In fact, I remember one scripture says, "Rest in the Lord and wait patiently for Him. Fret not yourself because of a man who prospers in his evil ways."
I believe I got the spiritual message that was conveyed on Star Trek, that patience is a better weapon than a sword. Now, would you believe that? I didn't even hear it in church. I heard it out of the mouth of a Klingon on Star Trek.
Maybe I should start watching the program all the time. Am I kidding myself? For sure. That would be torture for me. I'll just listen intently every time I hear the dialogue of Star Trek being broadcast into our home. Maybe the Klingons have more good messages for me. I'm open to hearing good wisdom from any source.
I hope you will remember this every time you hear the name Star Trek mentioned, "Patience is a better weapon than a sword." Also remember it when you're in a trying situation with a loved one or even a stranger. It's worth remembering because it's wisdom, even if it came from a Klingon.
Boy, was he ugly. Whoever came up with the design for his face had a weird sense of imagination. However, the person had a good handle on wisdom. He gave the Klingon the wise lines, " Patience is a better weapon than a sword." I'll never forget it.
A month ago I would have told you that nothing good can ever come out of Star Trek? I never was a Trekkie, never will be a Trekkie, and never thought anything good could ever come out of Star Trek except just some wasted hours of escapist entertainment. That was my personal opinion.
Steve, my hubby of 54 years, is a died in the wool Trekkie. He's been a regular viewer of the TV series since it was introduced years and years ago.
Myself? I never got it. What was the attraction? I even made myself sit with Hubby and watch a couple of episodes. They had something to do with a Holidome or something. I never got that one for sure. The story went from outer space to the present with lighting speed and left me back there in the third or fourth dimension somewhere. I just never got it, even after trying desperately to understand.
I finally decided that Trekkies are either born that way or they develop into fans after many, many hours of watching the programs. I wasn't born a Trekkie and I'm not willing to spend hours watching a program that confuses me from the opening dialogue to the end when they always say, "To boldly go where no man has gone before." I guess I'm not bold enough.
Now can you understand why I was doubtful that anything good could ever come out of Star Trek? It's kind of like the Jews said about Jesus when He was ministering to people. They said, "Can anything good come out of Nazareth?" Well, were they ever disillusioned. Look at what they were missing, the Son of God. I think some of them changed their opinions when Jesus started healing the sick and speaking wonderful words of wisdom. That should have changed the hardest of hearts, seeing miracles happen before their eyes.
Now, I've seen wonderful miracles, too, in my lifetime, thanks to the God/Man who was from Nazareth, but I still was convinced that nothing good could ever come out of any episode of Star Trek. I ought to know by now not to dig my heels in on anything because I will be proved wrong every time. Sometimes I leave deep crevices in the ground from my heels that won't yield an inch until new, convincing informational facts come my way. Then I easily lift my feet up and take normal steps without dragging my feet to show my resistance.
So, you may ask, what happened to let me know that something good can come out of Star Trek? It was an unusual thing, kind of a God incident. Not a coincident but a God incident.
Hubby was watching an episode of Star Trek and I was finishing dressing so that I could take a trip to the grocery store. I was walking down the hall toward our bedroom and I heard something I never thought I would hear coming from the TV. It was a very wise statement, something that immediately caught my attention. I stopped walking and asked Hubby to replay the last statement made by one of the characters, a weird fellow called a Kleon or Klingon or something out-of-this-world strange, which matched his outer space character looks.
The Klingon said this powerful, insightful statement: "PATIENCE IS A BETTER WEAPON THAN A SWORD."
That statement sounded surprisingly like something the Man from Nazareth would say. Jesus taught a lot about patience. Now here was a fictional character in an outer space TV show saying something that Jesus would have said, a bold statement about the power of patience.
We all know what a sword does. It kills, it maims, it butchers, it fosters fear in the hearts of anyone who is threatened by it. But patience is not like that. Patience is like the personal characteristic of the Man from Nazareth, calmly waiting for the Heavenly Father to do His spiritual works in a trying situation, never yielding to the temptation to use the violence that comes by brandishing a sword. In fact, the principle is that those who live by the sword will die by the sword, meaning if a person wields violence against another person that he will surely reap whatever he has sown, violence.
I was almost bowled over by the wise statement, that patience is a better weapon than a sword. That insightful message was akin to the one that says that all good things come to those who wait. In fact, I remember one scripture says, "Rest in the Lord and wait patiently for Him. Fret not yourself because of a man who prospers in his evil ways."
I believe I got the spiritual message that was conveyed on Star Trek, that patience is a better weapon than a sword. Now, would you believe that? I didn't even hear it in church. I heard it out of the mouth of a Klingon on Star Trek.
Maybe I should start watching the program all the time. Am I kidding myself? For sure. That would be torture for me. I'll just listen intently every time I hear the dialogue of Star Trek being broadcast into our home. Maybe the Klingons have more good messages for me. I'm open to hearing good wisdom from any source.
I hope you will remember this every time you hear the name Star Trek mentioned, "Patience is a better weapon than a sword." Also remember it when you're in a trying situation with a loved one or even a stranger. It's worth remembering because it's wisdom, even if it came from a Klingon.
Boy, was he ugly. Whoever came up with the design for his face had a weird sense of imagination. However, the person had a good handle on wisdom. He gave the Klingon the wise lines, " Patience is a better weapon than a sword." I'll never forget it.
Sunday, June 12, 2011
JUST IN TIME
T. Wieland Allen
When messages come to us that are definitely from God, we can't miss them and we can't deem them as just coincidences. We call them God-incidences in my family and circle of friends.
My husband Steve had been hospitalized for a hernia repair which turned into a bigger operation than first anticipated. At first there were two hernias, then three, and during the laparoscopy operation the surgeon found two more, for a total of five hernias. Fortunately they were all in close enough proximity to each other that the surgeon could use a large piece of webbing to do the repair work. The operation went smoothly after eight small incisions.
The surgeon cautioned me after the surgery that there are limits to pain endurance that are put by God into humans. He was being cautious because of the fact that my husband had endured two serious operations and very strong chemotherapy during the past year. The surgeon knew that pain had been a big issue in the chemo, as well as the operations. He wanted me to be prepared if Steve ever evidenced that he had reached that pain limit and was ready to just give in to the pain. It was a kind gesture for him to prepare me for such an occasion. Then he set a standard for Steve, he said, "But your husband is bulletproof, so he'll probably do okay." That was a measure of encouragement after the informative warning about a pain limit.
On the second day after surgery, nausea became a real problem. In fact, Steve finally had to give in and yield to the urge to vomit, which he did with retching waves for a full five minutes. Needless to say, that didn't help the eight laparoscopy incisions or the extra large sheet of webbing that was used to repair the large area of the hernias. Pain increased immeasurably, of course, after the retching. The pain meds were welcomed with each push of the button every ten minutes.
The words of the surgeon echoed in my mind all the way home that evening and grew louder as I readied myself for bed, reinforcing the medical information that there is a limit to which a person can endure pain.
I decided to turn on the TV to quiet my mind, possibly zeroing in on a funny sitcom or something similar. Immediately an ad flashed onto the TV screen. In large letters it said, "PAIN IS ONLY TEMPORARY. GIVING UP IS FOREVER."
It couldn't have been more emphatic if it had been written in the sky by an airplane skywriter. It was for Steve and for me, a personal message from God.
I called Steve on his cell phone at the hospital immediately and told him about the heavenly message. It was just what he needed to hear. It took pain out of the perspective of lasting forever, and it put it in the right perspective, as only temporary. It spoke volumes of truth to both of us.
I don't know what ad is responsible for the shock treatment that Steve and I got that night. Actually, God deserves the thanks and I immediately gave full credit to him that night. I'm still giving credit to him by writing this story. No one else could have arranged that situation, the timing and the perfect wisdom that took fear away.
That's the kind of Father that God is, One who takes away all fear by sending a wise message just when we need it.
That wise message applies to emotional pain as well as physical pain, emphasizing the fact that, "This, too, shall pass."
But I like the way God said it to us, "Pain is temporary. Giving up is forever."
He always knows the perfect thing to say in the times of need!
T. Wieland Allen
When messages come to us that are definitely from God, we can't miss them and we can't deem them as just coincidences. We call them God-incidences in my family and circle of friends.
My husband Steve had been hospitalized for a hernia repair which turned into a bigger operation than first anticipated. At first there were two hernias, then three, and during the laparoscopy operation the surgeon found two more, for a total of five hernias. Fortunately they were all in close enough proximity to each other that the surgeon could use a large piece of webbing to do the repair work. The operation went smoothly after eight small incisions.
The surgeon cautioned me after the surgery that there are limits to pain endurance that are put by God into humans. He was being cautious because of the fact that my husband had endured two serious operations and very strong chemotherapy during the past year. The surgeon knew that pain had been a big issue in the chemo, as well as the operations. He wanted me to be prepared if Steve ever evidenced that he had reached that pain limit and was ready to just give in to the pain. It was a kind gesture for him to prepare me for such an occasion. Then he set a standard for Steve, he said, "But your husband is bulletproof, so he'll probably do okay." That was a measure of encouragement after the informative warning about a pain limit.
On the second day after surgery, nausea became a real problem. In fact, Steve finally had to give in and yield to the urge to vomit, which he did with retching waves for a full five minutes. Needless to say, that didn't help the eight laparoscopy incisions or the extra large sheet of webbing that was used to repair the large area of the hernias. Pain increased immeasurably, of course, after the retching. The pain meds were welcomed with each push of the button every ten minutes.
The words of the surgeon echoed in my mind all the way home that evening and grew louder as I readied myself for bed, reinforcing the medical information that there is a limit to which a person can endure pain.
I decided to turn on the TV to quiet my mind, possibly zeroing in on a funny sitcom or something similar. Immediately an ad flashed onto the TV screen. In large letters it said, "PAIN IS ONLY TEMPORARY. GIVING UP IS FOREVER."
It couldn't have been more emphatic if it had been written in the sky by an airplane skywriter. It was for Steve and for me, a personal message from God.
I called Steve on his cell phone at the hospital immediately and told him about the heavenly message. It was just what he needed to hear. It took pain out of the perspective of lasting forever, and it put it in the right perspective, as only temporary. It spoke volumes of truth to both of us.
I don't know what ad is responsible for the shock treatment that Steve and I got that night. Actually, God deserves the thanks and I immediately gave full credit to him that night. I'm still giving credit to him by writing this story. No one else could have arranged that situation, the timing and the perfect wisdom that took fear away.
That's the kind of Father that God is, One who takes away all fear by sending a wise message just when we need it.
That wise message applies to emotional pain as well as physical pain, emphasizing the fact that, "This, too, shall pass."
But I like the way God said it to us, "Pain is temporary. Giving up is forever."
He always knows the perfect thing to say in the times of need!
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