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.

And...

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.

bernadette

Twenty-One Gun Salute- Day Nineteen

Just Thinking

Seven the number of completion.

Three the number of the trinity.

Seven times three.

TWENTY-ONE.

Hmmmm...



bernadette

Twenty-One Gun Salute- Day Eighteen

SSSSSSSSIN!

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

Bernadette

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

bernadette

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

Bernadette

Twenty-One Gun Salute- Day Fifteen

An Open Letter to Isis from the Apostle Paul,

But I want you to understand  that the head of every man is CHRIST,...
and the head of CHRIST is GOD.  (I Corinthians 11:3)

Christ is the head of the church, His body, and is Himself its Savior.  (Ephesians 5:23)






"The Lord is my helper; I will not fear.  What can man do to me?"  Hebrews 13:6



bernadette

Twenty-One Gun Salute, Day Fourteen

A Lamp Unto Our Feet


Our Father in heaven:
We love You, and are thankful to You for giving us the right become Your children.

Hallowed be Your Name:
You are holy, and we give You honor, respect and worship.

Your Kingdom come, Your will be done, on earth as it is in heaven:
We submit to Your authority and trust that nothing is outside Your power.  Even The Twenty-One.

Give us this day our daily bread:
Oh, God, give us peace in these dark days.

Forgive us our debts:
The lust of the eye, the lust of the flesh and the pride of life.  Lord, we are sorry.

As we also forgive our debtors:
Isis, we forgive you, for Christ's sake and for the glory and honor of Him Who first forgave us.

And lead us not into temptation:
Lord, You know how much we need Your help here.

But deliver us from evil:
Keep the persecuted church from her enemy, Father.  Deliver Your dear children from satan's plan, and shed Your truth abroad in hearts held captive to Islam.

You are...

                                The Everlasting.



Bernadette