My 40 Day Spiritual Fast – the best 40 days of my life!

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I have integrated the “discipline” of fasting into my life for many years now and believe wholeheartedly in its power to produce incredible results. When we fast for spiritual reasons, we are humbling ourselves before God and demonstrating that we recognize we are nothing without Him and can do nothing without Him. We are displaying our dependence upon Him in every way and amid the situations we face. Chapter 21 of my book: Seeing Beyond the Natural, Student: Me … Professor: Godgives much insight into this discipline and how it can greatly benefit every believer.

Here’s an excerpt:

There are some circumstances in life that command a “take the bull by the horn” sort of approach in order to break down giant obstacles and barriers of delay. The discipline of fasting doesn’t appear to be something that is regularly taught in Christian churches these days, yet it is one of…

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Real Illusions First Amazon Review….

5.0 out of 5 stars An unusual and gripping story, December 14, 2014
By Mags –
This review is from: Real Illusions (Kindle Edition)

“Rarely have I read such a unique story. The characters were realistic, the descriptions and prose excellent and the sequence of this unusual and original story was easy to follow. I cannot wait for the next one. This novel warrants more than 5 stars.”

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On My Father’s Birthday: A Letter To The Man Who Killed Him

TALES FROM THE MOTHERLAND

Dear Sir,

I don’t know your name, but you killed my father on June 9, 1973, in Stockton, California. My father was thirty-two years old then; I was ten. If he had lived, he would have been 74 on November 29th.

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I am a 51-year-old woman now; my father has not been with me for most of my life, and yet I still feel his presence; I still miss him. When I was ten, and he was killed, I hated you. In fact, I hated you for many, many years. Somehow I got it in my head that you were a drunk driver and killed him while driving drunk. Perhaps someone told me that, or maybe it’s just what a child creates, to make sense of a senseless world. Admittedly, that story helped me for a while. It gave me a place to focus my…

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Open letter to the parents of Michael Brown

This is so very true. God bless you for taking the time to write this Chris.

Chris Martin Writes

I don’t even know where to being.

I can’t pretend to fully understand your loss and pain. Being a forty-two year old white male in America, I haven’t experienced the harsh realities of society in the ways you have endured. That, in itself, would be a heavy burden to bear. The loss of a son makes it even more overwhelming.

I am a father of two girls, and can’t imagine losing one of them to such a tragedy. We, as parents, are saddled with great responsibility the moment they enter this world. We protect. We nurture. We discipline. We love. We envision grand dreams for our children, unsure if they will ever obtain them. We never anticipate outliving them. It’s an old cliche, but it’s so very true. A parent should never have to bury their own child.

As I watched the events unfold Monday night, my heart broke. I…

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Are You or Someone You Know In Need of Healing?

Read my father’s story. It is both shocking & inspiring. This happened when he was 66 years old. Now he’s 74 and is a changed man – both spiritually & physically. Just one of the many inspiring testimonies documented in the book: ‘Seeing Beyond the Natural, Student: Me … Professor: God’ – a revolutionary book that will change your mind, change your perspective & change your life!

 

SEVENTEEN

Faith For The Battle

 

 At the end of chapter five, I posed the question: What do you do when you are in a bind and have absolutely no idea what is going on – when there is no vision, no dream, no premonition? As you read this chapter, you will discover the answer to that question.

 

My father had been a very quiet man for as long as I could remember. Although he kept my siblings and me in line, he was never abusive and did his best, along with my mother, to take care of us.

Daddy barely uttered a word to us about his past, but you just knew that he had experienced a lot of hardships in his life-time and was holding on to some painful memories. I don’t remember him smiling much. He probably saw it back then as a sign of weakness and there was no way he was going to give anyone the impression that he was weak. With that seemingly impenetrable exterior, he did not seem happy at all. Though alive, he was not really living and sometimes, I truly felt sorry for him even as an adult going about my own life. Daddy was a closed shell; walls were up and had been up for decades. Now at sixty-six years old and set in his own ways, any future change for him seemed highly unlikely.

My father was hypertensive for many years and sometimes, he failed to take his medication. In 2006, he started having some chest pains and difficulty breathing. As he was not a fan of the hospital and practically never went for check-ups, he had to have been in a very serious physical state to agree to see a doctor at one of the local clinics. His visit there, however, appeared fruitless as he literally had to sit up night after night since lying down proved unbearable for him. Then one night, I got the call that every child who loves his parent dreads: My father had been rushed to the emergency room of the hospital.

Ozzie and I immediately drove to the hospital where we met other family members waiting there with my mother. Daddy was lying on a gurney looking very frail – unlike the robust man I had known him to be all of my life. In a short space of time, he had dropped a considerable amount of weight which indicated to me that before he had opened up to my mother about how he was truly feeling, he had been suffering quietly.

With a heavy heart, I went over to him and said these words that still ring in my ears today, “Daddy, just as you walked in here, you will walk out.” It was not his physical state that convinced me – as it dictated quite the opposite. It wasn’t hope that convinced me (though hope is vital in any trial); it was the Holy Spirit that gave me those words for my father and attached to those words was my faith.

Ozzie and I accompanied Daddy as he was wheeled upstairs. They connected him to an echocardiogram machine where his heart was displayed on the monitor. We were stunned to see how slow each heart-beat was. Imagine opening your hand and taking ten to twelve seconds just to close it into a fist. That is how slowly his heart seemed to be beating. Ozzie and I were amazed that he was even alive with such a sluggish heart.

Several tests were performed and the doctors discovered that Daddy’s heart, due to years of poorly treated high blood pressure, had enlarged to the size of his chest. His kidneys and liver were also not functioning optimally which presented a solemn diagnosis of heart failure. Needless to say, the news was crushing.

We were told by the chief cardiologist that Daddy would need a heart transplant which happened to be very costly. Furthermore, even if we could afford the cost of the procedure, Daddy would be on a long waiting list. The doctor explained that my father’s heart would never reduce in size and that if he did not have the heart transplant, he would have to rely on various medications to sustain him for the remainder of his life. In other words, his chance of making a full recovery was nil.

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Not just ‘talking the talk…”

Good day, All. I would like to encourage everyone today to show love and respect for others regardless of how we think or feel. If someone is in need and you’re in a position to help them – if only a little – then please do so as your act of charity and compassion can dramatically affect a person’s life. Furthermore, when you help people, you are also being kind to God. I read a note from a lady today who stated that she has decided to live her life WITHOUT Christians in it. I do not know this lady, but this is very disheartening. She expressed that she is “scarred for life” by those who profess the Faith because many do not seem to genuinely love and care about other people. They can see someone in need and simply turn a blind eye to that person’s plight. This is not what Jesus exemplified for us. Selfish living is damaging to the church and we must examine ourselves and realize that instead of just talking the talk, we must walk the walk. I am not encouraging being a doormat for people who just want to ‘use’ you and no matter what you do for them, it’s never good enough: I know people like that. If the Holy Spirit truly lives inside of you, you will know who has a sincere need and if you are able to help. He will lead and guide you. The key is to not ignore the instructions of The Holy Spirit. If we want to be with The Lord when we close our eyes to this earth, all of this surface stuff of just going to church and saying ‘Lord, Lord’ every so often will not be the means of getting there. I assure you, being “religious” will not do it; we had better be deep and our walk with God had better be real.
 

Maneuvering through this life…

Each one of us are on a special journey. This life is made up of so many roads, mountains, twists, turns, barriers, obstacles, and if we maneuver correctly, we will ultimately arrive at our intended destination. When we see an obstacle in the road of life, if we just keep standing behind it, will it move? Absolutely not! We must apply some form of pressure to somehow get it out of our way so that we can continue travelling onward. Sometimes though, the obstacles are too big and we cannot push them alone. We need help.

If you feel you are facing an obstacle today and perhaps, you looked at this issue for months or even years, I want you to know that you have what it takes to clear the road. You may not feel strong, but What lives inside of you has more power than you can imagine. It’s that all-powerful Force within that can not only remove the obstacle, but can also crush it into a million pieces so that that particular obstacle will not form again.  

Learn what it takes to successfully and victoriously maneuver throughout this journey. This will inspire even those who cannot see a flicker of hope left.  .