The Sensual Invasion

Re-posted from Beth Cavete

The other day, I heard a beautiful worship song. It was penned by a brilliant songwriter, known the world over. It displayed the poignancy that brilliant songwriting does, that seemingly casual ability to hit on a tune so simple as to be unforgettable, and yet somehow so superior that most of us could never come with anything half as good. It was gorgeous.

Its lyrics were intimate and personal, and yet so unpretentious. They called out, “My sweet Lord, my sweet Lord…” with a humble and heartfelt yearning, real praise and a sense of adoration. That phrase was repeated over and over, and then the yearning expanded with a real cry, “I really want to know you!

Slain in WHAT Spirit?

Most people do not realize that the practice of being “slain in the spirit” has been around since at least the end of the 18th century.  For many years, it has been a common occurrence around the world and is most popular among the Charismatic movement. Those that practice it believe it is a move of the Holy Spirit and they attempt to defend this belief with scriptures they claim show it was even practiced throughout the Bible itself.

This practice has been endorsed by popes/catholics and other pseudochristian organizations (which should be a red flag when those that worship another Jesus claim to have the same Spirit). It is interesting to note that to be “slain” is to be killed, destroyed, extinguished, etc.  As believers, we are supposed to die to self/sin daily. If we belong to Christ we have crucified the flesh that produces sinful fruit Galatians 5:24. We also know that God’s word says those who are born again will never die (spiritually) John 11:26.  So, why on earth would we feel the Holy Spirit would want to kill (slay) us spiritually?  Even if not taken by the literal definition of ‘killing’ why would He embarrass, humiliate, and injure those who are coming to seek and learn from Him?  Of course the answer is that he wouldn’t! The Holy Spirit would never cause this type of behavior to manifest.  So, why does it happen? The reason is because the spirit in operation is not the Holy Spirit.

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Yoga by any other name…

It has become commonplace to hear the terms “Christian Yoga”, “Holy Yoga” and I have even heard “Yoga for Jesus”. It seems it’s been all the rage for a while now, cool and hip to be a part of a yoga class. Yet, I would venture to say most people, including Christians have some knowledge that yoga is a practice derived from eastern religion.  In fact, I’ve heard a lot of believers saying things in defense like“Oh, I am just doing the movements….it’s just stretching.  I am not participating in the ‘religious’ aspect.”  But can one really separate the two – the physical and spiritual aspects of yoga? Continue reading

Awaiting His Return

Awaiting His return

Will He find you busy
When He comes to gather His bride

Or will He call you wicked
Full of selfishness and pride

He says give unto the poor and needy
For in this, you love Him too

Will you obey His greatest command?
For it’s up to you to choose

Indeed it matters what we do
In the here and now

For will your hands be idle
Or firmly grasping at the plow?

He gives us many lessons, in His Holy Word
But they are all unavailing; if in them we do not learn

The time is near, we must prepare
Our homes, our hearts, our land

Fear shall not overtake us
We find protection by His hand

© Misty Black 2014

Are You Ready?

Are You Ready?

He’s calling, can you hear him?
In the whisper of a gentle breeze and
in complete surrender on your knees.

He’s drawing hearts, can you feel it?
In the joy of the young & old and
In the transformation of your very soul.

He’s renewing, can you see it?
In the cold, fresh drops of rain and
in your very own depths of pain.

He’s healing wounds, do you believe it?
In the flowing tears of a beloved friend and
In the fervent prayers we all send.

He’s restoring, do you need it?
In the pouring out of His Holy Spirit and
In His promise we can expect it

He’s coming back, are you ready?
In His word He makes it very plain
In the twinkling of an eye, never the same

© Misty Black 2014

What are we teaching them?

It seems we are living in a society where anything goes.  Ways of life that used to not be, must now be accepted or we run the risk of being labeled judgmental, discriminating, critical and so on.  We are the minority, the “feather rufflers” if we speak out against something that could teeter on the line of being a sensitive issue or too political. Instead we as Christians are told more times than not to keep our religion or our God out of the discussion.  Somehow we get bullied into thinking we can’t speak out against injustice or speak the truth of God’s word when we see immoral acts and teaching all around us.  We have learned to keep silent to avoid causing a stir or evade confrontation.

On heavy issues, such as abortion I hear a lot of  “Oh I am pro-life, but I don’t actually want to DO anything to end abortion OR “I would never choose abortion, it doesn’t affect me so it’s someone else’s issue.” It’s true, maybe you haven’t been personally affected by abortion (chances are you have and you just don’t know it).   Continue reading

Black Velvet Curtain

This is a poem written by my husband a few months into his eyes being opened to the truth.  At the time, I was still trying really hard to stay asleep (it was just too overwhelming) so the poem did not really make sense to me.  Since then, we both had forgotten about it actually until today when the Holy Spirit brought it to my mind out of nowhere. This time when he read it aloud, with eyes opened…it made complete sense and I knew I had to share.

 Black Velvet Curtain

The hour of reckoning is near.
Time and space collided fear, fusion in awakened minds of we.
From the beginning of the beginning, we now comprehend.

The vastness is connected to the velocity
and the velocity is connected to the void
and the void is no longer…..
The sleeper has awakened.

Hopelessly hidden,
faithfully forbidden
from behind black velvet veil.

Lurking behind,
evil blinds binding with lies.
Pitch darkness dwells with spindly spires
and wretched reeking stench.

The Shadow Show,
a fantastical flurry, slight of hand,
misdirected magic, ringmaster man.

Handsome hawker, fast talker,
sterling tongued tactician.
Subtle spin, wriggly wondering word play.

Kaleidoscopic confectioneries
coat meaningless menagerie,
distracting illusions whilst the deviant devourers prey.

Precious child feeble family stoke steamy stews
never extinguishing voracious vipers.

Wealth no longer satiates the soulless seeds greed.
Influential power is their only noxious need.
Nevermore! Nevermore!
Crows the cast-away’s and societal in-sane.

From darkest depths of despair comes redemption rebirth.
Just as planned precipitously serendipitously
Torsion time compression expression curls and hurls us to the predestined path.
From the beginning of the beginning
Word, Our loving Father, Creator.

The sleeper wakens woefully,
blurry sight stinging bright white.

Teary eyes wide,
focusing to finally see,
what first-time forgotten, me.

Deja Vu views,
knee bending seas,
arm raising trees,
familiar soft smells,
green cool grass tingling toes.

In the wistful windy hills bells toll,
synapse spark, memories flow.
I now know,
I am Home.

© Michael Black 2012

Christian Zumba…Really??

As I drive around town, I see the advertisements for Zumba at numerous churches – Day and time of class, just come join the party! Believers that I know personally and through social media talk about their Zumba work outs, etc. At first glance, it sounds fun…after all its exercise, getting together with your girlfriends and dancing to get in shape…come on, no big deal right? But can you walk with me as we take a closer look: Continue reading