WATCHMEN

Mike Hoggard certainly has his finger on the pulse of the somewhat unholy activity in Christian circles in America and around the globe.    Well worth a visit to his site.   After all, how many Christians have the time to research the massive pool of information available on the internet.   Many just follow men with very specific agendas who are leading the flock in a dangerous direction.   And the Lord made it quite clear  - Matthew 7 - 15 - 23 - these men would be ravenous wolves in sheep's clothing.   That we were to judge by "their fruits" their behaviour, their lifestyles.

In Revelation 22 - 18 - 19 we are warned exactly what will happen to anyone who adds or takes away from the Words of this prophecy and from the things written in this book.  Apparently new versions of the NIV bible are about to flood the church.   DISCERN.

Quite a few years ago I used to listen to a Christian radio station, it was reasonably bland,  their broadcasts censored by Oftel.   Fangs removed, they were toothless, but I enjoyed the humour of the sound bites and most of the music.   Over the last few weeks whilst attempting to reach a very difficult decision for some unknown reason a specific line in a song I had heard played years ago came again and again throughout the week "I can't go with you Lord and stay where I am, so you move me"   This continued until I finally reached a decision.    Then it stopped.   I was left in peace.    Ahead just one more valley and one more hill.

Last week on the same radio station a bright young thing was suggesting if you dialed a given number someone could help you "talk to God!!!!  Sounded rather like getting in touch with Bob the Builder and "Yes we can"   All anyone ever needs to do is open the door of their heart.   He waits.   

In a world where employment and homes are lost, banks suddenly realising their debtors were keeping them going, they certainly never made any money from their creditors, lives are being destroyed, but God isn't going to fix it.    As you sow - so you reap.    Reaching out and walking with God will bring you peace in the storm and the strength to keep running to the finish line.   Only Satan offers bribes and we see the "train crashed" lives of some who have taken what he offers. 

   

Religion is riddled with bureaucracy, experts and false prophets.   One well known t.v. personality once wrote "God doesn't have favourites"   I will excuse her denomination, but she obviously doesn't read the bible.   Yes He does.  Enoch, Elijah, Moses, Joshua, David to name just a few.     But sometimes His attention means you will get refined and used to carrying a cross.   

Yahweh is incredibly patient with the human race, but you don't hear much preaching these days about the wrath of God.   IT IS SURELY COMING.   This God didn't mess around with Sodom and Gomorrah, but the new fast growing church is changing boundaries, twisting scripture and for the most part choosing to forget how God dealt with the Jews when they kept failing to keep HIS precepts.

For centuries the Jews have gathered together, discussed, debated and argued scripture.   Nothing wrong with that.   The Lord loves an honest searching heart but there is ONLY ONE interpretation of scripture to the individual by the Holy Spirit.   Everything else regardless of expertise or qualification is of man.    The only teacher we ever need to follow is YESHUA (JESUS)

In Matthew 24 - Yeshua (Jesus) warned of a time "the beginning of sorrows" and it is slowly but surely unfolding.    People trash the bible as prophesied.   Banks slide.  Earthquakes, floods, pestilence, any one getting the message!!!   When all hope is gone people will get down on their knees, then revival will come.   Not through prosperity preachers, religious leaders, false prophets, but by the spirit of God.

Yahweh said:  
2 Chronicles 7 - 14
IF MY PEOPLE WHO ARE CALLED BY MY NAME WILL HUMBLE THEMSELVES AND PRAY AND SEEK MY FACE AND TURN FROM THEIR WICKED WAYS,
THEN I WILL HEAR FROM HEAVEN AND HEAL THEIR LAND.
  
In his book "The Divine Conquest" A.W. Tozer wrote:
Nothing can take the place of the touch of God in the soul and the sense of Someone there.  Amen to that.

And in his book "Born After Midnight" A.W.Tozer wrote:
It takes real faith to begin to live the life of heaven while still upon the earth, for this requires that we rise above the law of moral gravitation and bring to our everyday living the high wisdom of God.
And since this is contrary to that of the world, conflict is bound to result.  This however is a small price to pay for the inestimable privilege of following Christ.

Reading his autobiography I doubt Tozer ever wrote to make money, but to reach out to struggling
Christians.   With apologies for breaching copyright - he was a true man of God.

QUESTION

Who made the soup and created the strings

he's searching for answers to so many things.

Who listens in on the radio waves,

laptop and ipod - are we now the slaves.

The designer is working the canvas,

theory and fact out of date,

as we try to define the next brush stroke and line,

future world where machines chose your fate.

And the part you will play is yet unseen,

join in the dance and follow your dream.

G.Z.O.U. am I getting through,

"come back" I need an answer from you.

T.Hills

2003

If there were such a thing as time travel, he was born too soon.     A sickly child he was often absent from school due to ill health.  With both parents working hard to survive and a school that didn't appear to notice his absence he would often take the day off and cycle to the local radio telescope, or visit the caves in the surrounding countryside.   Leaving school without a single qualification he became a victim of the local sausage factory (a term used for kids that the state system had left poorly equipped for anything else other than working on the local industrial estate).    As a young boy he told his mates "man will walk on the moon" and they all laughed at him and thought him very strange.   But still he would talk of space travel and other worlds.

Like many of his generation he loved Star Trek, the Twilight Zone, Close Encounters, X-files and yet with all his speculation he couldn't admit a creator.   He preferred to teach himself and had a range of books on many subjects one being "How to teach yourself astronomy."   He studied the stars, listened to the radio and enjoyed science fiction books and films.   The only examination he ever sat was for his Amateur Radio License.   He was always listening in and looking up.   He truly believed the answer was "Out There"   

The film Contact had a real impact.  When you experience something you can't explain, how do you prove it to anyone else.   The discussion between the main characters highlighted the theory - Occams Razor - and the explanation that the simplest answer is often correct,  this may have just nudged him in the right direction.

IT IS WRITTEN

Matthew 13 - (10 - 11)

And the disciples came and said to Him, Why do you speak to them in parables?

And he answered and said to them,

Because it has been given to you to know the mysteries of the kingdom of heaven, but to them it has not been given

(17)  for assuredly, I say to you that many prophets and righteous men desired to see what you see, and did not see it, and to hear what you hear, and did not hear it.

WEB

Evils of our time,

gift wrapped on the web, on line.

Corrupt minds scheme to set the bait,

the vulnerable surf to their fate.

Enticed and caught in deadly thread,

the tender soul is quickly led.

Too busy with our daily chores,

to monitor the scene, or pause,

poisoned kiss, silent cry,

innocence sucked gently dry.

T. Hills

2003

How very easy it would be to hypnotise a nation, after all many are glued to Facebook or Twitter, on line gambling, pornography, you name it, its all on the web.    Some unholy influence is driving this addiction.

It is an addiction, its unhealthy and time consuming and in some cases downright dangerous.     It's not all bad, but how do you police the web.    Even if you ban or control the situation in your own home, young minds can reach it through friends with either absent or indifferent parents.

Abuse, bullying, intrusion, inaccurate information, self appointed experts and prophetesses to say nothing of wonder cures, the thousands asking for subscriptions for their particular project.      Its a minefield and a trap.   I stand with a young man in Australia who is home schooling his kids.  He has probably chucked his T.V. in the garbage and just keeps his computer for educational research. 

Undesirables and mystery hackers are rather like the Scarlet Pimpernel.   They seek him here they seek him there and nobody knows exactly who has managed to access their site.    I have opted out of this mode of communication.   Nothing like a good debate over a pie and a pint in the local Snug, or a gathering to protest for cyclists rights.   That got right up the nose of waiting motorists today in London.  

    

And it won't be the first time someone has suggested "get thee to a nunnery", or that I join the Amish Brotherhood.     If I could, yes I would.   At least it would be fresh air, organic veggies and horses for transport, the simple life.   Amen to that, but I don't think they take "grannies"!!!   

Baggy Trousers

How grateful and ever thankful I will always be, that I was born in a more gracious age.   When girls "enjoyed being girls" and boys for the most part were clean, nicely suited members of the opposite sex.   When the very worse that could happen was accidentally sitting on the plastic hoops of your petticoat and up went your skirt  as you frantically clawed at your face to cover your embarrassment.   It was considered a very serious business, the ballooned skirt, giving the illusion of a small waist.   Further down the line as a young mother the mini skirt was all the rage, how very careful you had to be when lifting your child, dropping almost to a curtsey, never ever bending over.

And so to the age of the baggy trousers.   Nothing wrong with them, after all they are a great improvement on the cheeky jean bulge and crutch huggers.   Many a motorist came to a sticky end in spring as the flowers came to full bloom and out came the legs and the mini gym slips.   Just one area where I concur with my Muslim brothers.   Cover up PLEASE, but perhaps not to the extent that you can't tell whether the person standing next to you at the bus stop is a walking bomb.

Equally the slim young female version of the baggy pants brigade sporting a cheeky cap could well be mistaken for her male counterpart.   What a strange generation of crutch clutching young men.   Are they itching, or hiding some inferiority complex, or is it just a statement and they just don't care they are being watched.

A couple of years ago I went to a show celebrating the life of a man who in his time had written some wonderful songs.   As a young boy he recorded Ben, never to be forgotten.   It had been some time since I had seen a live musical production and sadly I couldn't take any more of the sexually explicit
gestures that detracted from the music, we left half way through the performance.

There are no boundaries for kids today, they are still babies into makeup.   The latest recommendation that they can get the pill at just thirteen years old is gross.   Their childhood is being snatched away probably by the same crowd who encourage abortion.   Its time to rise against the
Big Brother State that is corrupting and dictating what our children see and do, interfering in every aspect of their lives.   Galatians 6 - (7)  Do not be deceived, God is not mocked; for whatever a man sows, that he will also reap. 

       

So here's the message in tribal language, I'll rap it for the baggy trousered youth.

Its all going to hit the fan man,

so get it together while you can, man.

There ain't no escape from what's coming, 

even if you hit the road running.   

The God of creation

will be seen by every nation,

and you'll try to hide,

there's nowhere to hide,

just rocks, rocks, rocks, man.

He ain't no magistrate, or seedy lawyer,

He's the ONE judge and sees every flaw

 (that means weakness son!!)

and it won't be a tag,

or time doing stir,

its a HOT HOT place,

you don't want to go there.

What yah need is someone to speak up for yah

so follow His Son, Yeshua

(that's Jesus to you pal)

Now there is someone who can plead your case,

He came to save the human race.

The alternative is forever in Hell,

don't go there man it's well

HOT HOT

RAP ON IN HEAVEN INSTEAD MAN. 

T. Hills

2012

JUST BELLA

Bella McHugh died yesterday,

by her tiny worn body the vicar prayed.

Curtains closed, the hearse stood in wait,

outside the small house on the council estate. 

 Jasper the cat viewed his empty bowl,

the fire in the grate, long burned out and cold.

A charity van arrived at the door,

kind hands reached down to the cat on the floor.

Cold, starved and terribly thin,

they considered he was just about to give in.

News bulletins flashed throughout the day,

the celebrity in silken splendour lay.

Amazing wealth, power and fame,

could not delay the reapers claim.

Morbid crowds shuffled past the coffin,

family, friends, even the Queen sent her boffin.

Bella McHugh could only stare

at her small soft hands and long flowing hair.

Turning she heard a gentle sigh

as a storybook angel drifted by,

slipped a white silken robe over her face,

and carried her swiftly through time and space

to a far better place.

Something is wrong, its decidedly queer

this is not my place, but they know I am here.

"After all, I'm famous" he said with a cry,

"there's absolutely nothing my money can't buy.

I'll sort it, excuse me, please open this gate,

each man has his price and I don't like to wait".

The approaching young girl held a small purring cat,

 she smiled at the man as she passed where he sat.

The dream she had cherished had now come to pass,

and the gates swung wide open for this humble lass.

There would never be hunger, sorrow or pain

 she started to walk down the long winding lane.

The cloudless sky was a brilliant blue,

fields full of flowers, every possible hue.

She lay in the grass and just stared into space

as a honey brown rabbit gently sniffed at her face.

It nestled beside her, licking her hand,

even Jasper the cat seemed to understand as

creatures she'd cared for appeared as if planned.

Amazed he had watched the young girl pass through

walk into the distance then disappear out of view.

Gates firmly closed the guard took his place,

would you please let me in, surely you know my face.

But the man gently smiled, shook his head in dismay,

"You must go back, try a different way,

you might find this book a useful aid

when you travel the road and decisions are made.

This is not my place, its decidedly queer,

the room was cold, dark and austere.

A bucket of coal and a loaf of bread

hard wooden chair and a lumpy old bed.

Children played in the nearby street

in ragged clothes with dirty bare feet.

"I'll sort this, he muttered "this can't be right"

did I have so much, while they had to fight, 

just to survive.

And somewhere an angel smiled.

Bella McHugh could only stare

at the beautiful garden she knew she would share.

A distant figure moved closer now,

she knew that walk, she knew that face,

and rushed into his warm embrace.

And a gentle breeze whispered

"This is His Kingdom"

T.Hills.

This poem was dedicated to my mother-in-law.   Although she could be a very volatile personality at times she had a heart for orphans, the homeless and needy animals.   She worked hard all her life and even by today's standards would still be considered poor. 

Amazingly her family history was only revealed many years after her death.   Her great grandparents were wealthy quakers living in considerable style in St. Anns Square, London.    Her ancestry goes right back to a rather notorious King and a certain lady called Nell well known for her favours and the many children born out of wedlock.

Even though throughout her life she occupied a very small council house she never spoke of her past connections other than that her childhood was hard and they were very poor.    Her mother had been disowned by her wealthy parents when she married a young doctor without their approval.   Her father died young and her widowed mother struggled to feed her children.    Bella sacrificed any career she might have had and went into service at a large city hotel working as a Chamber Maid.

Thankfully today things have improved somewhat, but the old boy network is alive and thriving.   How many times did you realise that actor was the son of a very famous film star, or that that positively trashy book was written by a woman with connections that assured it was a best seller.

  

Perhaps because of my materially comfortable childhood I didn't feel the need to impress others or be first.   I accepted my place without question, happy just to be.    Sad the children of this generation who are encouraged to have figures equivalent to an anorexic hour glass.   Feeling inadequate and ugly in a world of air brushed photographs bearing little resemblance to the young woman rushing down the street in leggings and tee shirt with no make-up and straggly hair.  That is the real person.   The rest is false.   

When a young girl working in the local chip shop with that lovely smile and friendly manner  is considered not likely to get anywhere without a win on the lottery, and that dream evades most whilst making others ridiculously rich.  Who wants that nightmare.   Would they love you because you are

you, or is it the money.  

Which brings me rambling along to that wonderful piece of English Literature by C.S. Lewis.   The Great Divorce.   In Chapter 12 the spirit guide and the traveller from Grey Town were aware a very grand procession was approaching with a very special person in its midst.       The Traveller is expecting this to be some great celebrity from earth and there is the merest hint of whom it might be, but he is assured greatness and fame in that place and fame on earth are very different.   The chapter continues explaining that this ordinary woman had a very special place in God's country.    Very much along the lines of those who would be first will be last.  Matthew 20 - 26 - 27   I would just love to see someone make a film on this book.   Quite a challenge and well worth reading.

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CHILDLIKE

Simply put, YESHUA (Jesus) taught in the temple, the Pharisees and Zealots didn't like what He was saying, time of get rid of the critical spirit.   Now that sounds familiar!!!!!!   Don't rock our boat, challenge our authority.

A fellow Christian posted on the blog Shining Remnant "to read this you'll need a stiff drink first!!!   Bless.

Whatever I write is from the heart.  I'm not sharing to tickle ears, to appease, flatter or win public approval.   I remain hidden - its enough that via cyber space I might perhaps reach a wounded individual who accidentally drops on my blog, and that prayerfully brings them under the sheltering wings of the Father.

For Yeshua ha Mashiach - (Jesus the Messiah) will come again,  but this time He will not be despised, scourged and butchered alive by those who considered they were the Authority.      He will rule with a rod of iron.    He will separate the wheat from the chaff.   Many will die, but praise the Lord those who truly know Him are being refined and will be part of the new heaven and earth.

Meanwhile for all the precious saints who have suffered rape, torture, imprisonment and decapitation,
witnessing His name, make it soon Lord.   The blood of the martyrs cries out (Revelation 6 - 10) And they cried with a loud voice saying "How long, O Lord, holy and true, until You Judge and avenge our blood on those who dwell on the earth. 


Revelation 21 (4)
And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes; there shall be no more death, nor sorrow, nor crying.   There shall be no more pain, for the former things have passed away.

Thank you Lord for giving me not only discernment, but the ability to laugh at the 'wild and whacky' who claim to be your followers.    There but for the grace of a Holy God go I.!!!

Top prize of the year for Christian comment must surely go to the author who obviously sick of being followed too closely by the vehicle behind devised the following bumper sticker.

DO YOU FOLLOW JESUS THAT CLOSELY?

AMEN AND AMEN.  

As long as the car remains, his words will go on and on, that is enough reward for any soul,
knowing they are but a tiny grain of sand on God's beach.

Some years ago I was a member of a church with a very different vicar.   He objected to wearing the "frock" as he laughingly called it,  but to placate the pharisees he agreed to dress up for one service in three.  

In a morning I am hardly at my best and it does take some time to get my body mobile and for this reason I usually prefer to attend a Sunday evening service       It was an understatement to say that this  particular service was "moving in the spirit" it was a challenge for anyone.   When the spirit of the Lord fell and we were glued to the benches for three to four hours, no one actually wanting to go home.   The vicar abandoned ship first laughing, leaving behind little groups huddling together in prayer until the call went out.   Time to lock up.   Please go home.

I will never forget Colin.   His colourful blazers, brightly patterned shirts.   He sold his Saviour with all the enthusiasm of a competing utility/insurance salesman.   Once again the Pharisees and Zealots arose, "he had to go" and they were watching and waiting for any wrong move.  They were not disappointed.

It was during one such service I received a similitude of a beautiful beach with huge waves crashing on the shore,  I was filled with amazing joy and in the early hours still high from the experience,  I felt the need to record the event in my journal.

GRAIN OF SAND

Here I am,

minute,  insignificant,

jumping for joy at the touch of your spirit.

Here I am,

my love song soaring to reach your throne.

Here I am,

hold me, fill me, teach me,

give me your peace.

This tiny grain of sand leaps,

soaked with love,

as your wave crashes over my life.

Changing, renewing,

filling my being with laughter and hope,

for just one more day.

T. Hills

2003

For those blessed with a precious glimpse of a future place beautiful beyond anything our human intelligence could possibly envisage - hold fast - as Keren Pryor, widow of the late Dwight Pryor so beautifully penned, THE FOOTSTEPS OF OUR MESSIAH KING DRAW EVER NEARER.

SHALOM. 

  

 

FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE

Comment published in the Independent Newspaper by Mary Ann Sieghart.

YOU DON'T HAVE TO BELIEVE IN GOD TO CHERISH THE CHURCH.

Small wonder the Church is falling apart if it is made up of such people.     With friends like that who needs enemies.

Second mind blowing comment posted on the internet by a very confused individual who obviously has not read any old testament scripture in his bible, or was this just his version.

Jesus wasn't a Jew.   God just decided to come down in that place. 

Oh for heaven's sake read the bible.   Either that or at least speak the Truth,  you don't believe the bible, in which case you have invented another Jesus, a false Messiah, and your destination is HOT HOT HOT.

And if you question scripture read The Testimonium  Flavianum  Josephus Flavius's account of the Christ (Christos) in his historical recording of that time.   FREELY AVAILABLE ON THE INTERNET.   No excuse for ignorance.

In Rome in the year 93 Josephus published his lengthy history of the Jews whilst discussing the period in which the Jews of Judea were governed by Roman Procurator Pontius Pilate, Josephus included the following account:-

About this time there lived Jesus, a wise man, if indeed one ought to call him a man.   For he was one who performed surprising deeds and was a teacher of such people as accept the Truth gladly.   He won over many Jews and many of the Greeks.   He was the Messiah.   And when, upon accusation of the principal men among us, Pilate had condemned him to the cross, those who had first come to love him did not cease.


He appeared to them spending a third day restored to life, for the prophets of God had foretold these things and a thousand other marvels about him.   And the tribe of Christians so called after him, has still to this day not disappeared.


Jewish Antiquities
18.3.3 § 63

For those who don't believe in God, or His precious son, it is biblically correct to say God obviously hasn't chosen to draw them to Yeshua.     They remain blind and deaf.    And the study note in my bible states they will be judged according to their conscience.   There are plenty of good, caring people doing wonderful things but they can't see God, they just feel the need to help their fellow pilgrim.   We are stuck on this tiny planet why not help our brother/sister on our journey through life.

GOD CHOOSES WHO HE USES.   Not man.   There are many church goers who are just that.
One woman stated proudly  "I have never missed a Sunday service"   Wonderful - has she read her bible.   If you truly follow God's Word the Lord's day is the Sabbath - Saturday, and the only
congregation I would want to fellowship with are those who know who they worship.  And Messianic Fellowships (Jews and Christians together)  have a deep reverend respect for their creator God and His son.

Nowhere in scripture did Yeshua tell us to worship him, he always pointed his followers to his Father in heaven.    The surreal whacky worship groups covered in tattoos with their heavy metal music are certainly worshipping someone and its not Yeshua (Jesus) ha Mashiach (the Messiah).    Satan was supposed to have been in charge of music in heaven!!!!!   Enough said.

This Holy Week I pray that those who don't know their Saviour will one day meet His awesome gaze.
Meanwhile blessings, love and peace.

May you be spared the "are you under the blood" zealots who pin their hapless victims to the wall.    May you be spared the Pharisees who consider themselves righteous and first in line.
May you be spared the religious who certainly don't seem to practice what they preach.

May you know the love of a true Christian just trying to walk in the steps of their Saviour King realising they are but a thread in the grand tapestry.

Remembering when you moved out of the darkness into His light - Thank you Father.
Remembering the victims trapped and infiltrated by the accuser's followers.
Remembering how in a culture that treated women badly He always spoke on their behalf.   How He loves the Magdalene's, the adulterer and the woman at the well.    Loving the sinner, but hating the sin.

And the positive side - that radiant day, may it come soon,  when He reappears to His people on the Mount of Olives.

Hold fast to your vision and His promise as darkness continues to cover the land.

BARUCH HA BA B'SHEM ADONAI - Blessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord.
SHALOM  SHALOM  SHALOM.