Saturday, February 22, 2014

CONVINCED By Constellations


In studying the constellations, the galaxies, and the planets, I see a divine touch is found in every organized, story telling detail. Even looking objectively (as objectively as I can look) at it all, I have to say Psalms 19:1, 
The heavens declare the glory of God, is true!

Genesis 1:14, Then God said, “Let there be lights in the firmament of the heavens to divide the day from the night; and let them be for signs and seasons, and for days and years; (NKJV) 

Signs defined in the STRONG'S Concordance: 
probably from ''uwth' (225) (in the sense of appearing); a signal (literally or figuratively), as a flag, beacon, monument, omen, prodigy, evidence, etc. mark, miraclesigntoken.


(P.S. uwth sounds a lot like OATH, :) )

Both definitions from The Oxford Dictionary

Evidence: the available body of facts or information indicating whether a belief or proposition is true or valid:

Token: a thing serving as a visible or tangible representation of a fact, quality, feeling, etc.

The facts (signs) of the life, death, and resurrection as well as the omen of the return of Jesus Christ is told in the sky! When God tells a story, He goes for the maximum dramatic effect. 

Job 38:32
"Can you lead forth a constellation in its season, And guide the Bear with her satellites?"


Job 26:13
"By His breath the heavens are cleared; His hand has pierced the fleeing serpent."



Psalms 19:1-6 
The heavens declare the glory of God
and the firmament sheweth his handywork. Day unto day uttereth speech, and night unto night sheweth forth knowledge. There is no speech nor language, where their voice is not heard. Their line is gone out through all the earth, and their words to the end of the world. In them hath he set a tabernacle for the sun, Which is as a bridegroom coming out of his chamber, and rejoiceth as a strong man to run a race. His going forth is from the end of the heaven, and his circuit unto the ends of it: and there is nothing hid from the heat thereof.

Friday, August 16, 2013

Ekluo/Louis

Her jaw dropped as she made the connection between the suited man’s subtle and sinister eyes and the horrific beast’s eyes from Khaos. The change in color caused confusion, but the evil behind the color confirmed the identity. The gorgeous green-eyed man was one in the same with the blood fueled, concrete mongrel. The picture of him flashed before her eyes and she was struck with bewilderment. She had witnessed and been a part of what, before Eleftheria, would have been completely unimaginable. The things she had seen and experienced revolutionized her entire life as she knew it, and changed her perception of the world. This, however, still baffled her. The fact that Ekluo, being the most evil soul she ever came in contact with, could be so stunning and look as human as she did was astonishing. His face was perfect. The beard outlining his jaw was faultlessly defined accenting the strength in the structure of his features. His deep green eyes were warm and compelling. They matched seamlessly with his deep green tie that was tucked into his clean and crisp suit jacket. He was tall with a muscular build. His hair lay on his head in a distressed but flawless fashion. His black hair made his green eyes shine with a magical charm. Through his beauty, Elizabeth saw what Johnathon saw that night in the parking lot and again at his father’s store. She saw blackness beneath his eyes that created an evil aura. There was a hollow pit in those full green eyes. Louis, in all of his brilliance, was a horrific demon. He was Ekluo.
Seeing the look in her eyes, Johnathon responded, "I know."
"What does this mean," she asked intensely.
"I don't know."
Their heads shot to the right where a loud bang was heard. Louis' hand was on the glass of the passenger side window.
"I just want to talk to you, Johnathon. We could be great friends."
Louis was smiling as he spoke as if he knew the feelings he was creating in them, and it gave Elizabeth the chills. Johnathon, ignoring him, quickly put the vehicle in reverse and put his foot on the gas. As the vehicle sped off, Louis' smile vanished and the sinister expression returned.
"Oh, you don't want to do that, Johnny," he said to himself with a threatening edge in his voice.

Listen to a mash up of a few songs from the ELEFTHERIA:Death and Disloyalty soundtrack releasing with the hardcover this Fall. 
Music by LaShund Lambert (@LashundLambert)

Wednesday, July 31, 2013

Scientific God


How can it be so that we can be so mislead?
That we can ignore the rhetorical questions the most brilliant Scientist said.

“Were you there when I laid the earth’s foundation?
Were you there when I marked off the dimensions for creation?”

“Have you ever given orders to the morning or shown the dawn its place?
Have you ever driven the night’s darkness out by the glory of your face?”

How clear a picture we can see!
God Almighty has created the heavens, the earth, the planets, the stars, and the galaxies!

He put His signature, His stamp on the earth as it “takes shape like clay under a seal”.
Remember how the people of old used to make it official when they finalized a deal?

They left their imprint, which was marked, inside of clay.
Do you recall what you were made out of, how, and in what way?

We are His imprints, His signature officially approved.
He gave us the galaxies, the planets, and the stars as means to never be moved!

They were meant to help and assist us and to tell Heaven’s story.
They were meant to depict the vastness of His life, His death, His resurrection, and His eternal glory.

Does the king planet Jupiter hold a red hole in its side?
How perfect that the earth, in its entirety, in that wound fits inside.

Do we have a King with an eternal wound in his skin?
Isn’t it true that all of sinful humanity can sink into His grace and fit within?

Is the closest planet to the sun scarred with wounds that cannot be healed?
How unique that the people closest to God are the ones that have wounds that, on their own, they cannot get sealed?

These scientific wonders help give us days, years, signs, and seasons.
They were never once meant to be used in such immeasurable treasons.

How can we separate creation from Creator, science from God?
Voiding out the author’s name from his own book is a bit odd.

But, if we don’t and we know the Source
In those days of panic and chaos, when the sun turns dark and the moon blood red, we’ll rejoice!

We will know that even the galaxies, planets, and stars are making a way for His return.
We will know that even the sun and the moon must bow down when the King is discerned.

We know that they bend, break, and move under his ordinance and regulation.
We know that a story has been written in the sky that is against degradation.

Remember the first words of the book and the greatest truth you will ever see.
God created the heavens and the earth in the very beginning. 

Tuesday, June 4, 2013

Do it.


Dad,

I remember the day we sat and spoke of the biggest of things.
That day, my dreams were birthing and bursting at the seams. 

These things, on the day, did not have form or title. 
I'll never forget, though, how they swirled and leapt within me as we spoke for a while. 

I could tell you didn't capture all the details, but I'll never forget what you said. 
"Do it." 
The words still resonate like a coach talking to a player in my head.

The power of that day, at that moment, I did not fully understand. 
That moment, however, is when ELEFTHERIA began. 

We spoke of things beyond this world that we could not see. 
We spoke of things that were not as if they would be.   

I told you of the things that I believed I could do. 
You smiled wide and spoke loud telling me you believed I could too. 

If you, being imperfect, could love and believe in me this way,
How much more does God, in His perfection, put faith in us that does not sway or go away? 

If you, being imperfect, could put so much love and hope in my dreams,
How much more does God, in His perfection, stand by our future like the coach of our team? 

Oh, how you, being a mortal man, inspired me!
How much more does God, with His everlasting touch, set our hope a flame beyond boundaries we can see?

As said to me, I say to you, "Do it." 
You'll say, "God, did you think I could go this far?"
He'll say, "I knew it."

 

Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Trend Jesus


Jesus was a mighty man filled with mighty power. 
With love he ruled, and love ruled him and even in his murder he refused to turn sour.

What a man, this Jesus. 
Still loved even when he was mocked by people he freed from their diseases. 

What a man, this Savior.
They plucked his beard, slapped his face and still love dominated his behavior. 

Forgiveness pulsed in his veins and removed our stains, and it does seem strange that one day, in His presence, our sins won't be named. 

This love. How amazing!
It's blazing! Not just to warn us of a fiery hell, but to compel. Remember! Each of us has a story to tell. 

So what I'm asking you and I'm asking me too, what all, with love, can you and I do? 

If we, as Christians, tried to do more to trend Jesus and put Him in our style,
I wonder how many people would start to think that this Jesus thing is worth the while. 

If we could love and turn our cheek, make our pride kneel, act meek;
give up our selfishness for His selflessness and first, His Kingdom seek, how many would call on Jesus; not at their lowest, but at their peak. 

The world, in all its ignorance, spits on all we know.  
I wonder the difference that we could make if, in return, love is what we show. 

What if we directed them to the red fount that never dries? 
In love, point them toward the blood that never dies. 

This blood is a river that knows no age and it knows no race.
This blood is unconcerned with the color displayed on the skin attached to your face.

Regardless, it will crash into you and hold you down.
This red river will rush and your sin, your filth, your shame cannot make one sound.

For when they take a breath to scream of your stains,
the rush of red washes you white until none of it remains.

This force does not take into account the strength displayed in your exterior.
Whether weak or strong, it will surround you and, in its current, pull you nearer.

It sees no sin or sickness in you.
But in its rushing might, it blindly snatches sin and sickness leaving only the new.

This blood has a furiously passionate voice that is shouting only one line.
It cries out loudly with an “I LOVE YOU” that every one person can say, “That love is mine.”

This blood is in no way subject to time.
It is past, present and future – the long and short hand cannot control it with their powers combined.

This strength makes itself unaware of every fault you hold in your heart.
Moving in a graceful force is rinses you clean in every part.

It purposely ignores the blemishes that are screaming out.
It collapses into them with such an indestructible authority that they can’t remember what they were screaming about.

There is so much that it on purpose does not know.
This purposeful lack of knowledge keeps any hindrance from the flow.

What it does know is that it is ragingly jealous for your soul.
Jealously in love, yes, and runs with one ultimate goal.

To wash you clean in a blood red shower.
Turn you white with inconceivable power.

This blood ripped free from the skin of an innocent man.
A man that chose to experience the fury of The Almighty God’s hand.

This blood dripped from His body so many years ago.
But there is a truth within it that every man should know.

This blood does not operate by our natural ways.
It does not get weary, old and faint or come close to the end of its days.

On the contrary, this raging red river, from what I have known, only gets stronger.
Its endurance, perseverance, and insistence only lasts longer.

It gets stronger and stronger with every second of every hour.
What keeps it going is you and its desire to wash you in its power.

You are the source that keeps this blood alive.
So my challenge to you today is. Dive. 

Dive into the red that beckons you with force.
Dive into this blood and hold not one ounce, not one moment, not one thought of remorse. 

Take everyone with you that you possibly can. 
Pull them into God's love until they can no longer stand. 

It worked for you. It worked for me.
Let me tell you how he set me free.

It dripped then it dropped until the ground it hit.
One thing I'm sure of is that it never stopped until the flow reached the pit. 

It hit the pavement and with purpose flowed to the land of the cursed. 
It sunk fast shouting, "All will be reversed!" 

It landed in hell so all knew well that a new day had begun.
Blood and water was released from the royal, guiltless Son. 

It seeped into the ground turning the dirt blood red 
reminding Satan of what in the beginning was said. 

"The heel will be bruised but the head will be crushed."
Death, guilt, and pain washed away as the red river rushed!

Time flipped and the wrath of judgement was lifted. 
In all the world, Heaven and Hell shifted. 

The enemy screamed as he watched the rush of blood.
His authority, his power, and his title was washing away with the flood. 

A thunderous clap resounded from heaven and pierced through his wicked soul.
In that moment, He knew the Father was taking back the keys he stole. 

As the blood dripped from a spotless King,
It was heard in the distance, "Death, where is your sting?"

He died, resurrected, and He lives forevermore. 
His flow ceases to stop. 
The forgiveness ceases to pour. 

More powerful than a raging sea, this red river is powerful enough for me. 

It surrounds me pleading my case.
The enemy must look through the blood when he looks at me. 
Behold, God's face!

I took the blood and put it above my door.
The spirit of death came, saw, and screamed "She's covered by the Lamb! Tread here no more!" 

Again I say, this love worked for you. It worked for me.
Lets tell the world that, through His love, it can be free.






Thursday, January 10, 2013

Moments

There are moments when Heaven cannot be denied. 
Moments when it refuses to be silent and rejects the option to hide.

In those moments, my heart is overwhelmed with hope. 
I see those in the world to come holding for us an immeasurable, unbreakable rope. 

As I hold on to it with all of my power, I discover they're holding on too, ever pulling me up. And also pulling you. 

Thursday, December 27, 2012

Soon We'll See

Imagine with me all that we'll see when we find ourselves in the glory of eternity.

Imagine your feet positioned on streets paved in gold as your eyes discover answers to mysteries untold. 

Imagine the colors you've never once seen that will shine through the kingdom with a radiant beam. 

Imagine the sound that will rise from the crowd as reunions take place and love shouts loud. 

Imagine the cry mixed with uncontrollable laughter as we see the result of faith and what comes after.

Imagine feeling no burden, no pain, and no weight the instant you find yourself within the gate.

Imagine with me the peace that will be when we're breathing the air of Heaven; the presence of the King.

Imagine the culture of honor and order we will come to know as we reap the ultimate reward of what we have sown. 

Imagine hearing the sounds of that unmatchable choir and realizing there's no longer a trace of the deceiving liar. 

Imagine those that have gone on before wrapping their arms around us once more. 

Imagine tasting the fruit of the tree of life and experiencing the reality of no more strife. 

Imagine a Kingdom busy in the strongest power and gentlest love that is all carried out through the Father, the Lamb, and the Dove.

Imagine your purpose becoming more defined as you discover the real purpose of why you were designed. 

Imagine with me your new body in glory and power that the enemy can no longer touch or devour. 

Imagine realizing that the end is not the end at all but simply the beginning of your God given call. 

Above all, imagine with me the feeling you'll have when you see Him; the one who purposefully forgot your sin. 

Imagine the King's eyes that burn not in wrath or hate but rather with a love unable to discriminate. 

Imagine standing before Him forgiven and accepted knowing no longer the feeling of being rejected. 

Imagine love. Imagine hope. Imagine glory. For the day will come when this is our story. 

We will no longer imagine but we will see what we have believed. On that day, unspeakable joy will run free. 

Imagine now. Believe now. Hope now. Have faith now. Soon we'll see the reality to be.

Heaven is our home.