MW DIARY-WRITTEN ON THE ROAD

I RECALL POSTING THE REASON WE COULDN'T HAVE PEACE WHEN HE LEFT IT TO US IS FOR THE SAME REASONS ALL THE CLANS IN THE GAME WERE FIGHTING EACH OTHER INSTEAD OF THE ENEMY......SIGHHHHHHHHHHH

The hunger for power and control. The willingness to do whatever it takes to acquire it. The plots and schemes of clans. The crushing of the naive and harmless. The manipulation of others to serve self. Cheating. Lying and breaking dual identity rules. Hacking. Viruses.
It is all there in the game. The question I needed answered was why did God send me there? What purpose when every part of my being cried in agony at what I saw and heard? Did I not hear my Shepherds voice?

Sighhhh....I had been here before...I called it the place of John the Baptist...Is it the Lord? For sure?

Thoughts...
The first account was taken from me by malicious players. By the time I got back to it the password wouldn't work. Ended there by accident one day and de-activated the game account. I see myself posted online for achievments so I am still part of the game without being.

The second identity was my own. I started playing the game really believing God wanted me to get involved. He heard more questions out of me during this time than the entire former years of my life! I quoted Him scripture as if HE had forgotten them. The response was always the same. Play. Look. Listen. Write.

It is a shame even to speak of those things done in the darkness...Ephesians 5:7-13 Be not ye therefore partakers with them. V8 For ye were sometimes darkness but now are ye light in the Lord:walk as children of light; V9 (For the fruit of the Spirit is in all goodness and righteousness and truth;) V10 Proving what is acceptable unto the Lord. V11 And have no fellowship with the unfruitful works of darkness, but rather reprove them. V12 For it is a shame even to speak of those things which are done of them in secret.

I learned new wisdom about being where you are supposed to be and the cost being far greater than the price. How do you spell hypocrites? I was shunned for playing the game. So be it for it isn't the first time. It was time to stop offending these immature friends and get a closet identity. So I did. Started the game over again for the third time while looking up to heaven and saying to the Lord once more...Is this REALLY you? Where is my scripture?

He that is for us is not against us...Luke 9:46-50 Then there arose a reasoning among them, which of them should be greatest. V47 And Jesus, perceiving the thought of their heart, took a child, and set him by him. V48 And said unto them, Whoever shall receive this child in my name receiveth me; and whosoever shall receive me receiveth him that sent me; for he that is least among you all, the same shall be great. V49 And John answered and said, Master, we saw one casting out devils in thy name; and we forbad him, because he followed not with us. V50 And Jesus said unto him, Forbid him not: for he that is not against us is for us.

That settled it. I would just iggy the Job like attacks unless they needed me for something. I would go spend my time making new friends at the game site. It would give me a chance to bring my 'non acceptable in some circles' friends to play the game also. I was off and running.

Then all of a sudden you look around and go silent. Many of these people are members from the groups that sprouted the hypocritical assaults. Their identities have been changed to keep them looking innocent. I can live with that. Maybe God sent them all here for His purpose also. I got excited. For a little while.

I kept on following. Listening. Playing. Writing in my heart. Asking questions of my Papa. I saw the right message preached by those with the wrong Messiah. I saw the wrong message preached by those with the right Messiah. I saw those who had no Messiah and those still waiting for their Messiah. How easy it will be Lord for the man of deception to fool them! If those days were not shortened even the very elect would be decieved. Mark 13:22

They get into touchy subjects on my real FB page. I am against abortion. Dead set against. Every baby is a gift from God. It makes me ill to even think about the subject and yet I believe God gave us free will to choose for ourselves to receive His gift or reject it. I simply believe I should have no part in abortion be it tax dollars, my skills as a nurse or promotion. My part is to be there to help the one who thinks she needs an abortion NOT to need one.

Get that picture? You want one it is your choice. You arrange it and you pay for it. I am not willing to pay to make it safe for you. Take your chances with the choices you make. That's how my world works. Me, I am here if you don't want it. That is being like Christ. Cut that baby in half Solomon! Wisdom is hard to find sometimes and this subject needs wisdom!

And please don't even try to talk to me about the third world countries. If WE Christians had been doing what Jesus gave us the power and authority to do then there would be no need for anyone to even THINK about an abortion. Not even in what is now all of Africa. You can read that sermon in "That Will Preach on Sunday". There are ministries that know this Truth and are doing as their fathers did NOT. Go real Body of Christ. Right message. Right Messiah.

Friendly fire. How many heros get killed by friendly fire. How many friends?
There are many in the real wars and in mafia wars by Zynga. I could not understand why I was taking so much friendly fire. Until I sat down and began to read the diaries. Names. Places. People. Events. Terrorists. Soldiers. Potheads and Christians. Jews and Mormons. Wow. I finally know why I was here.

As I post this diary I expect I will get much more FRIENDLY FIRE aimed in my direction. I will depend upon the whole armor of God to protect me as always. I have checked with my attorneys and asked the opinions of my spiritual fathers. I am ready. Are You?

The Three Spiritual Stooges

Ego, pride and vanity (the three stooges) of the church care very little for the Truth...if the truth (as in God's Word) is not able to flatter them...it matters not if the stooge holder is a male or a female...We were never meant to be the objects of worship...That is God's place alone...yet we strive to be noticed....heard....seen....acknowledged...praised...complimented....GET THE PICTURE?

How much sweeter the aroma of one who lives their life as He ask of them...day by day...in the gentle spirit He intended....letting the curtain fall on all of their works..And leaving Him alone to get the glory...

Somebodies Children

...and off in the hedges near the churches and the cozy little families going out to dinner after services...were the children of the hang-overs and the stench makers from the night before...parents in self-inflicted... useless conditions...leaving children to train up children...Children who hunger for the family God intended them to have...Children now drawn into gangs...into cults...into the seductions no child should know...WHAT I FIND AMAZING IS THAT FEW OF THE CHRISTIANS... ARE LIVING CLOSE ENOUGH TO THEM... TO MAKE A DIFFERENCE!

Spiritual Constipation

I have noticed that Christians love to feast on the Word...Since I am one of them I assume it is a righteous judgement....I would like to say that you can be ever learning and never come to the full knowledge of Jesus Christ...And we should be careful that we do not become so busy eating the feast...that we forget to do the works...We forget to apply what we have learned...We become what I call spiritually constipated...For faith without works is dead...Is it not?

Sculpting Flint And Men

Flint is a type of pure quartz which is extremely hard and very glossy. Since the first men were upon the earth, flint has been the most popular material chosen, for sculpting (chipping) and engraving. Flint artifacts are found
in every region of the globe where ancient man has dwelt. These archealogical discoveries have usually been very precisely sculpted, one chip at a time, into some of the world's most beautiful miniature stoneworks.

Ezekiel 3:9 As an adament harder than flint have I made thy forehead: fear them not, neither be dismayed at their looks, though they be a rebellious house.

Amerindians across this nation were masters of this skill and fashioned flint into tools, weapons and ornaments. Each of the artifacts created was uniquely the same while remaining perfectly different. A war point is a war point. An axe is an axe.

The sameness of the work was in raw materials, uses and the chipping techniques of the times. The differences were found "by" the hands of the artisans who sculpted the pieces into reality. Flaws within the rock became finished highlights through the skills of the one who fashioned it.

Time allows for advances in technologies as the old gives way to the new. Eventually, the ways of the forefathers begin to be forgotten, ignored and replaced by the new ways of the sons. The tedious and time-consuming skills of chipping flint gave way to simpler methods of producing needed items.

In the same way, people, do not become Christians, until they are born-again in the hands of THE Master. He creates us brand new spiritually one chip at a time. Each of us is perfectly different from one another while remaining uniquely the same. In His hands we each become a needed and treasured masterpiece fit for the Masters' use. Even our flaws become the mark of our beauty in the Creators skilled hands.

One of the God-given parental responsibilities is to sculpt the perimeters of what is allowed in a child's life but many have been allowed to sculpt themselves. Tedious tasks of discipline, that enabled us to be sculpted, have given way to modern methods of mass sculpting. Public schools replaced the tedious skills of parenting. Children are left to sculpt themselves or to be sculpted by their teachers, friends, movies, music, television and society.

Isaiah 51:1 Hearken to me, ye that follow after righteousness, ye that seek the Lord: Look unto the Rock whence ye are hewn, and to the hole of the pit from whence ye are digged.

In Crawford County Indiana is a cave used by the Native Americans. The name of the cave is the Wyandotte Cave. Approximately a mile away is a stone quarry used as a source for a variety of blue-grey flint called Harrison Flint or Indiana Hornstone. In this Wyandotte Cave is a room where artifacts were chipped. In this chipping station the floor was covered with five to six feet of flint chips laying like a carpet to be walked upon.

Picture yourself a beautiful chunk of flint in the hands of God the Master Sculptor of men. Can you see the chips he has already removed from your life? Then thank Him for the deliverence you have already received and trust Him to complete the work He has started in you.