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The Truth“For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life. For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but to save the world through him. Whoever believes in him is not condemned, but whoever does not believe stands condemned already because he has not believed in the name of God’s one and only Son. This is the verdict: Light has come into the world, but men loved darkness instead of light because their deeds were evil. Everyone who does evil hates the light, and will not come into the light for fear that his deeds will be exposed. But whoever lives by the truth comes into the light, so that it may be seen plainly that what he has done has been done through God.” ~John 3:16-21 Proclaimed SplendorThrough woven words of much discerning, requires much more than simple learning. For wisdom hides in treasured dens, where springs gush forth and light defends. And more precious than the best of gems, and woven into flowers stems. “For all creation tells a story, and to the Father shouts his Glory.” The grass blows from left and right, and wind whips wild without a sight. Judge ye this if ye think right. Is the Father out of sight? “For all creation tells a story, and to the Father shouts his Glory.” The sheep do graze in pasture sides, with pure white wool like conscience hides. The men do shear and take their wool, which craftsmen knit, and twist and pull. And clothes of woven fabric made, to cover nakedness be laid. “For all creation tells a story, and to the Father shouts his Glory.” In the forest knotted trees of Cyprus, that man takes timber which to delight us. Inside wooden cabinets lie earthly treasures man has made and without measure. “For all creation tells a story, and to the Father shouts his Glory.” Within the oceans hidden depths, many creatures from secrets kept. The whale spouts waters to the skies, like a kiss the rainbow spies. The wispy clouds will weather willing, rain drips drops soon to be filling. The raging river banks are spilling, that drench farmland prepared for tilling. Creations a mirror reflecting God’s face, the earth is all of his grace. “For all creation tells a story, and to the Father shouts his Glory.” Outstretched above dark canopy laid, white sparkling stars over darkness were sprayed. The moons hangs in orbit and showers the Earth, bathed in blue light and crescent in girth, with movement precision, the laws that confine, the seasons, the cycles, hard to fathom and find. Can one man discover the wisdom displayed, or for one second doubt the knowledge portrayed? “For all creation tells a story, and to the Father shouts his Glory.” Jesus saved this schizophrenic: My testimonyI believe everyone is here for a reason. I have a story about Christ Jesus, more a life story so far. I was raised in a church going family and believed in God since I was little. It was because it made sense to me that there was a creator behind creation, especially with how intricate life was. However, I never chose to follow Jesus or made it a goal to actually get to know God very much. In fact I remember when I was very young in church thinking, "I might worry about God when I am getting close to death." Boy did that show how ignorant and foolish I was. Well, I lived a pretty good life as a kid. I went to school and did very well in it getting high honors and raced BMX until about age 13. Around that age, before I got really bad, I went on a Christian trip to an event called "Gold Rush" where at the end they had a call to the cross. They invited people to accept Jesus and write their name on a piece of paper and nail it to the cross. In my heart I wanted to go so badly. I felt the call and wanted to go but for some reason I didn't. Maybe I was too hardened or scared. Around then is when I stopped racing BMX and my life took a turn for the worse. I became reclusive and addicted to online gaming and ****. My taste in music turned to songs that were very evil and satanic. I started cursing at my parents and becoming a terrible person in general. I became obsessed with online gaming and would stay up all night, and eventually I needed glasses because of this. I eventually got involved in a rock band and start smoking marijuana occasionally. The marijuana gave me very bad experiences and paranoia, as well as other weird sensations. I eventually started getting into Buddhism and meditation, in a way I was very gradually coming back to at least a sense of spirituality. The Buddhism and meditation wrecked my mind though because I started thinking I could levitate things like in the stories you hear. I would meditate 7 hours or more and in general became overly emotional, and I believe I allowed negative forces to prey upon me in that state. I had no clue what I was getting into after all. I started listening to "A Perfect Circle's" album called "E-motive" and this made me realize how hardened I had become and how much love I lacked for people and I really started caring for people. I eventually was starting to come around but had not yet fully accepted Jesus as my Lord and savior. Also, when I smoked the marijuana I always had bad trips and sensations and the delusions I started having came shortly after. One day my father took me on a trip to a college since I was around 17 or 18 to scout them out. I started thinking the clouds were signs from God and that they symbolized a major spiritual war going on. There certainly was a war for my heart at least. When we were at the college I was filled with paranoid and psychotic ideas. For example I thought that a woman was there who said to "Try all the sweets" was a messenger of Satan sent to tempt me into gluttony. I then started to see and hear things and deteriorate mentally. I saw demons and began vomiting because I thought that was how they came out. I stopped eating, drinking, sleeping, and ran away from home to churches to be "exorcised" because I thought I was demon possessed. Looking back now I can see that it may have been likely since there were very evil forces at work on me. Also, smoking and meditation warped my mind along with the sinful life I had led. Eventually I was in North Carolina visiting my uncle with my sister and mother. She received a call that she had been diagnosed with breast cancer. Later on we eventually went to a church where the minister had a call to the altar if we needed prayer. My grandma and I and my family all went to the altar and I broke down crying because I thought my mother was going to die. I felt like it was my fault she got cancer because of all the stress I caused her the way I lived. I still believe that I did cause it to be honest, because stress can make disease we are prone to come out. I started my journey back to God but yet my mind and body were ill from a life of sin which had formed a illness called "schizo-affective disorder" which included hallucinations, delusions, hearing things, and many other very bad things. It came to the point where I was laying in the bath tub one night in my own vomit, urine, and feces (sorry for the graphics but it's what happened) where I thought I was doomed to hell and I was out of my mind. I screamed "JESUS SAVE ME!". Shortly afterward my father came down to see what was happening and he cleaned me up and had me eat and drink since I wasn't for days. I was 50 pounds and 128 pounds at 5' 11 and very underweight for my height from all the not eating or drinking for weeks on and off. I thought I had to fast to cleanse myself from demons. Well, not too long after the tub incident I was brought into a mental health crisis unit where they interrogated me and injected me with medicine against my will. It was the scariest experience of my entire life and I wouldn't wish it on the most evil person to ever live. I woke up 2 days later in the mental hospital where I felt terrible. I was starving and went to the kitchen to get food. Ironically, one of the first people I met there was a Wiccan. I told her Jesus loved her and we talked and then she gave me a hug. Not too long after that I was laying in the hospital bed at night when something very different happened than the hellish experience that had occurred earlier. I was laying in bed crying and said a prayer to the effect of "Father in heaven I am so sorry for the horrible life I lived that caused me to end up like this. I am so sorry for the way I have lived and I never want to be like that again. I never want to sin again. I am so sorry." Then I just wept and wept. Not long after that Jesus appeared in a white robe at the end of my bed and he touched my foot. He touched my foot and I felt the sin leave my body like a poison was sucked out. A tiny bright flame appeared in the center of my mind and that was the night I became born again. There are many other interesting things that happened after that even around may 18, 2005 but It would take hundreds of pages in a book to fill my life before and after Christ. Since I became born again life has not been easy. My physical mind and body have gone through the ringer with over 20+ or more medicines for my illness and stomach illnesses caused by the meds. I have had immense sorrow and pain at times from the suffering. I was hospitalized 10 more times after than one in 2005 but something was different. I was aware I had the Lord with me. My life has not been roses since I accepted Christ as my savior. In fact it has been the very opposite, but I am so glad I know him. I can say with 1000% honesty he never has failed me. I am still alive and he has done so many miraculous things in my life that I could probably fill books and books with them. Life may be hard but God is good and I can honesty say I am glad to have went through the hard times because they build character and hope and perseverance. That is my story in a nut shell. I know my Father looks after me and he will never fail me. He longs for all to know him deeply as a Father and that is why he sent his Son Jesus to bear our sin and shame on the cross and to arise to give us a hope that life never ends. Love triumphs over death ultimately. ~May the Father bless you in the Son, through the Holy Spirit. Amen I Don't Feel Like MyselfSo it all started about 14 days ago. I admitted myself to a psyche ward because of suicidal thoughts. Now here I am on klonopin 05. mg and Trilafon 6 mg at night 4 mg at morning and I feel horrible. My mind feels obliterated and I feel restless most of the time. I want to feel better and enjoy life but how can I feeling like this? Has God abandoned me? I would really like to go home and be with God rather than feel like this. I feel blunted and my affect feels weird. I don't feel like talking much and I feel cold even though it's warm outside. What is the matter with me????? God help me... I just want to go home ;_; Ron Paul 1983 ba |
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