Tuesday, October 27, 2015

On the Resurrection

Back in December of 2010, the second Saturday of that month to be exact, the Lord showed me something in what I can only describe as a vision.  I was kneeling and waiting for Him to let me know how to pray for a particular thing that morning.  Since nothing came right away, I sat in silence with Him.  And, out of nowhere and nothing, I saw Jesus' tomb.  The stone was rolled away and in it's place was empty blackness.  He was no longer there.  At the time I understood this to mean that not only had the physical body of Christ risen from the dead, but that the Church, the Body of Christ was, in a sense, unaware that this resurrection was true for them. Us. Me.

This picture was confirmed in a couple ways...once in a song called Christ Is Risen by Matt Maher.  The words so PERFECTLY described the vision. Then, again in a sermon I heard not long after. 

But, just over one week ago, after some seriously uncomfortable and terrifying conversations with a few people and Daddy God, I realized that I needed to walk out of the darkness. 

Into the Light. 

I needed to personally "go there" myself and take hold of the promise.

Abundant LIFE.

Resurrection LIFE.

The Bible says:
And if the Spirit of him who raised Jesus from the dead is living in you, he who raised Christ from the dead will also give life to your mortal bodies through his Spirit, who lives in you. 
Romans 8:11

I am reminded of Jesus' words to 4-day-dead, Lazarus, 
"Lazarus, come out!"
 John 11:43b

I am sensing Him calling me out. Coaxing me, ever so gently. Wooing me, if you will. 

I believe He's calling you out, too. 

Can you hear Him?

Wendy :)

Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Twenty-One Gun Salute- Day Twenty-One

Never Go Against The Family

I admit that for a few days I went fetal at night and sobbed silently into my pillow.  When we lost
The Twenty-one,  I was consumed with grief and terror.  My feet began to slip.  No sleep.  My bed became a sanctuary for silent tears in the night because...
How do you speak of such things in the day?

What can turn a wonder bread, stay at home, homeschooling woman into a radical?

Try messing with her brothers.  
Try severing their heads and stacking them, lifeless, on the backs of their shoulders.  
Try sending a video all around the world that shows them being brutally murdered. 
Try filming waves of their blood washing up on the shores of the Mediterranean Sea.
Try stealing the testimony of THE MEN OF THE NATION OF THE CROSS, just try it!
Try to destroy this outpouring of love for The Twenty-one.
Try making a mockery of Jesus Christ.

God.  Will.  Not.  Be.  Mocked.


ISIS, you don't know what you've done.

Your wickedness has birthed a Christian radical.  A woman, Christian radical.

Because I can't tolerate tolerance any more.

Our dread of being intolerant has given birth to a God- hating nation that...
wouldn't know truth if it cut off its head.
Who will seek the truth?  Who will open the pages of The Word and inquire of Him?  Who will know The Truth so The Truth can set him free?

And Christians, just as we are given the free gift of salvation when we repent of sin and trust in the saving grace of Jesus Christ, we are promised persecution.   Are we now ashamed of the gospel, even though it is the power of God for salvation to everyone who believes?  (See Romans 1:6)  Are we hiding comfortably?  Comfortably numb?

I begin to understand how we can bless our enemies, not curse them, and this is the gift
of THE TWENTY-ONE.  How do you turn mild mannered women into radicals?  How do you get mama bears roused from slumbering hibernation?

You mess with her family.

Sound the trumpets!  Awake, Oh Sleeper!  Awake!  

The dying embers of our eternal destiny are being fanned into flames, and it makes me want to laugh! If I perish, I perish and...Oh death, where is your sting? 

This is the last shot of the twenty-one gun salute, and time for me to say good-bye to my brothers. It is a message, written in my heart's blood as an unashamed woman of...
                                                                        The Nation of the Cross.


Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Twenty-One Gun Salute- Day Twenty

Who's Hungry?

ISIS has its head baked
deep in Esau stew.

ISIS killing Jacob,
threatening me and you.

ISIS sold its birthright,
and now is blaming God.

ISIS wields its bloody blade,
unaware- "THE ROD."

ISIS whining "Daddy."
"What about poor me?"

ISIS beheading Jacob, 
face down by the sea.

ISIS mocks The Twenty-one,
and threatens bloody loss.

ISIS doesn't know we're safe,

ISIS has its head baked,
deep in Esau stew.

Jesus Christ, The Savior,
will rescue me and you.


Monday, March 23, 2015

Twenty-One Gun Salute- Day Nineteen

Just Thinking

Seven the number of completion.

Three the number of the trinity.

Seven times three.




Sunday, March 22, 2015

Twenty-One Gun Salute- Day Eighteen


ISISSSSS, you keep on sssservin' up your ssssin hash,

But can't get your red eyeballs open enough to ssssee.

you set those men of the cross free now, didn't ya?

you wicked worm!  

you ain't won!

Whose kickin' it up now?

The Twenty-One


Saturday, March 21, 2015

Twenty-One Gun Salute- Day Seventeen

When Death Brings Eternal Life

Jesus Christ, the Lord of lords and the King of kings.
Born into a barnyard.
To rescue filthy animals and...
Beasts like me.

Traveling roads of dust.
Kneeling to draw in the dirt.
Writing something new...
On soiled hearts of sin.

Attending weddings in Cana.
Turning water into wine.
Fulfilling the law and bringing the relief of grace...
Anointing us with joy.

Dying next to a thief.
Extending the treasury of heaven to him.
Seeking the hearts of men to His last breath...
That they would come.  (ISIS, come.)

Dead and buried in a tomb for three days.
Paying the full price.
Purchasing souls bound for eternity...
The Twenty-One


Friday, March 20, 2015

Twenty-One Gun Salute- Day Sixteen

When Death Gives Life

The Twenty-One become this fluttering thrum at the base of my own neck.

They live in the thoughts of my mind and their blood pounds in my head.

This is the mystery of The Nation of the Cross.

Our brothers die, but give us more life and strength to persevere.

I am moved to hold them and to remember their last moments.

My hat goes off to cover my heart.

I want to honor The Son.

Like The Twenty-One