He Arose

I was in this room, it smelled of death.
It was so dark and there was a heap of every imaginably unclean thing.
There was pride, envy, bitterness, hate and many more vices.
I was so afraid, picking through the pile on my knees looking for I don’t know what.
There was a gentle tap on my shoulder and I looked up into the face of Jesus.
He said to me “Come my child, come with Me, I rose from the dead and since you are a member of my body, this is no place for you.”
He took my hand and led me out, and we entered a room with blinding brilliant light.
There I saw the throne of God, and blessings piled up high;
gifts to delight, and jewels rich and rare in His word.
I could feel the love embrace me as I stood looking at the cross.
It wasn’t very long at all until I sinned again,
then I in fear fled from that room ashamed of a broken dream.
I hurried back to that other door but found it locked and barred.
Beside me appeared Jesus with the keys and a question on His lips.
“Do you want to go back in here?” He asked in a solemn way.
“No, never ever, but what shall I do….where should I go…?”
He smiled right then and said to me, I’ll always cherish it.
“You have a choice, my dear, as I did long ago.

I arose from death and darkness into the loving light.
Come rise with me, and inter in, I’ll show you what to do.”
Again He took my hand and led me to the light.
It was to the cross He guided me and humbly I knelt down.
Repenting, grateful, trusting, and hopeful I told it all to Him.
I found the peace from fighting it and His forgiveness too.
No power on this earth but His can move this great big mountain.
I’ll never leave this room again, it’s here I’ll work and play;
I’ll search and sing and laugh and pray and live abundantly.

The Heavens Declare the Glory of God

This adventure started with a dream that I thought was so sweet that I told it to Rodney the next day. I was standing outside my brother’s house in Crystal Springs and looked up at the heavens and saw the stars. They were just glorious; it seemed like they were 3-dimensional and very near. It was a clear night and there were billions of them. I raised my hands and opened my mouth to praise. That’s when I felt myself raising, and realizing it, came back down and thought that I shouldn't have lost faith or fear like Peter did when he walked on water. As I began to marvel at the night sky my body again rose upward in a state of pure adoration to God for such beauty, and when I awoke.

Sometime later I learned that God had Himself named each star (Ps.147:4) leaving the animals for Adam, and that they were put there for signs, seasons, days and years. (Gen.1:14) They were divinely designed to tell a story that I have not read in Josephus undeniably resembling the gospel. I learned that somewhere up there was the whole gospel story and that it was the bible of Adam, Noah, Abraham and others, because they really didn’t have one then. I learned that the signs of the zodiac have been perverted in our day and are being misused by the devil to tell people's future. He is always out to destroy the work of God.

Let me explain just one of the brightest constellations I have had the privilege of studying. Orion is the great warrior and holds a club and the head if His enemy victoriously in his hands.

• Orion’s ancient name means “Coming as light,” who came as light?? “I am the light of the world”
• The star on His right shoulder is Betelgeuse, and means “the coming of the branch.” Jesus said that every branch that does not bear fruit will be cut off and that He is the vine and we are the branches.
• Bellatrix is on the left shoulder and means “coming quickly” or “swiftly destroying”
• Rigel is the star on the leg poised over the head of the enemy and means “the foot that crushes” do you remember the very first prophecy given to Adam and Eve that Jesus would come? “It (the serpent) will bruise thy head and thou shalt bruise his heel.” (Gen.3:15)
• So we have the star on his right leg called Saiph and means “bruised.”
• There is also an interesting star on his belt that means “the wounded one” called Alnitak.
• The belt is also made of three equally bright stars that have been called “The Three Kings,” and to me that sounds a lot like the trinity.

It was so incredibly interesting that I’ve been researching them in a sky atlas. The only thing I knew before was not to look for stars on a cloudy night…well, no, really…I knew where the big dipper is, and that’s about all.

Another interesting thing is that my grandma had all the birth dates of her children recorded in her bible along with the signs of the zodiac that they were born under. We always called her a little superstitious, but maybe she knew a thing or two more than I do today. In one of the few memories that I have of her she is sitting in a chair with her nose in the bible, and you could not distract her. (I know because I tried)

You know how the teachings of evolution have made us think that people back then were not as smart as we are now? You know how we are supposed to have evolved from monkeys? Always getting more advanced, intelligent, technical, and back then people were simple, living in caves and the like. I am beginning to see that the opposite is true. People were a lot smarter a few thousand years ago. Want proof?

Take a look at the pyramids and other immense structures and try figuring out what CAT you would use to move a trailer sized rock.

Solomon was the wisest man that ever lived.

I’d like to know how much knowledge I could get if I lived to be over 200 years old.

We are using a mere 10% of our brain today. Anything less and we would stop breathing.

Many iron, copper, clay, and gold artifacts have been found, meaning they had the tools to make items out of such.

There are even some paintings that depict energy sources much like our electricity today.

There must be something behind what I’m learning otherwise the magi would have had no idea that the Christ child had been born. They were led by a WHAT? A STAR? Yes, a star.

Good Friday All

I got a bunch of beautiful Daffodils from my Father-in-law this week. He still frequents the cancer wards at times and enjoys sharing them with us. They really brightened up the kitchen together with all that sunshine we've been having.

I was sitting and considering the flowers, how they don't spin of sew but are more beautiful than Solomon in all his glory. I was impressed to think that my Father in heaven will also clothe me, but is He not able to clothe me with more than just shirts, socks, and skirts? He is also able to clothe me with righteousness, first and foremost, also with wisdom, good deeds, pure thoughts, and patience. I just have to trust Him to do it. Nor do I have to spin, sew, toil, or labour, for this righteousness; it is a gift.

Thought for the day

There is only one thing better than holding a child to your heart
-holding your own child to your heart.

There is only one thing better than being a good example
-seeing someone following your good example.

There's only one thing better than being victorious over temptation
-that's thanking God for the victory.

-Nelda Baer

The Void

I was walking through the kitchen the other day and opened the fridge and asked myself what I wanted. We had just had snack, and there was no way that I could possibly be hungry. So I figured out that I was starving my soul, I had not fed it that day. So I sat down with the word and started to read and was I ever satisfied. I read the part that made a lot of Jesus' disciples turn back from following him, when He said that He was the bread of life and that if we feed on Him we will never hunger or thirst. Now that I think of it , it fit so well with my looking for food. I have learned a lot of this from Gwen Shamberlin's book, The Weigh Down Workshop.

Here is a poem I'd like to share, I think I wrote it a few years back. Also try this link from a sight I enjoy that happens to be on the subject. Dr. Grant has a new message/clip on it every month that has to do with his book Emotionally Free.

The Void

Empty vessel with no bottom
Need to fill to satisfy
Hungry, striving, longing, starving
Earthly things can’t gratify

Only One can quench this craving
Jesus Christ The Lord and God
You cannot contain His blessings
Overflowing joy and love

-Nelda Baer

Jane Austen Eat Your Heart Out

God is so romantic

He brings me flowers every day
He sings to me in wind and waves
Gives me diamonds in the night sky
And at my feet in snowflakes bright
He always finds a special way
To tell me all He wants to say.
God is so romantic

He calls me with the kindest voice
Gives me a brand new name of choice
He always wants me in His care
Looks out for me no matter where
He gives me company when I’m alone
And whispers that I am His own
God is so romantic

He paints me pictures morn and night
Gave me a mansion that’s just right
He cares though I am gray and old
And warms me when my heart is cold
He has all riches in His name
And everyone speaks of His fame
God is so romantic

He leads me with a steady hand
He is a shelter from the bad
Whenever I faint, fail, or fall
He’s by my side to help me up
For my pain His arms open wide
He holds me when I need to cry
God is so romantic

He is mighty, brave, and strong,
Commands an army of His own
He feeds me with the living bread
And gives me life when all is dead
He bids me drink right from His well
And saves my soul from darkest hell
God is so romantic

*Sigh*

And what have I to give to Him
Oh nothing, nothing but my sin

-Nelda Baer

Love it! Love it! Love it!

Here is my challenge of the week. It is so easy to say "be humble, be like Jesus, be loving, die to self," but what does it mean in my day to day walk, in my relationships, in my heart and house? This is one for my fridge.

DYING TO SELF

When you are forgotten or neglected or purposely set at naught, and you don't sting or hurt with the insult or the oversight, but your heart is happy, being counted worthy to suffer for Christ-that is dying to self.

When your good is evil spoken of, when your wishes are crossed, your advice disregarded or your opinions ridiculed, and you refuse to let anger rise in your heart or even to defend yourself, but take it all in patient, loving silence-that is dying to self.

When you lovingly, patiently bear any disorder and irregularity, any unpunctuality or any annoyance- when you come face to face with waste, folly,extravagance, spiritual insensibility-and endure it as Jesus endured it-that is dying to self.

When you are content with any food, any offering, any raiment, any climate, any society, any solitude, any interruption by the will of God-that is dying to self.

When you never refer to your self in conversation, or to record your own good works, or itch after commendation, when you can truly love to go unknown-that is dying to self.

When you can see your brother or sister have his or her needs met and can honestly rejoice in spirit and can feel no envy nor question God, while your own needs are far greater and in more desperate circumstances- that is dying to self.

When you can receive correction and reproof from one of less stature than yourself and can humbly summit inwardly as well as outwardly, finding no rebellion or resentment rising up within your heart- that is dying to self.

by Bill Briton

One Snowflake

One snowflake

-Nelda Baer

I walk in the snow
Into the sun
Waves and waves of diamonds gleam
They glitter like sparks
As the sun catches them

Each one for a moment
I stop, they beam

If it were God walking here
And I, a small snowflake
I’d shine just for Him
Reflecting the light
Of His only Son.
My life will be gone
In one fleeing second
So I’ll brighten the spot
Where I came to rest.