I was visiting FB this evening and reading posts in the Pre-Tribulation Rapture Group. I was amazed to read a post about a very unusual event set to occur in the heavens on Sept. 23rd, 2017. So, of course, I had to go research it for myself. Sure enough I found a website that posted three distinct videos about this biblically prophetic event. Here is the link to the website with all three videos. The first one is not as good as the last two. I would suggest you get your Bible and read very carefully what Revelation 12:1-2 says and then watch the videos. This is awesome. We are living in the last hours before Christ's return. Maranatha! Come Lord Jesus!
Though I'm not here on my blog everyday (like most bloggers are typing away to share what's on their hearts and minds with the world) I do have things to share. Finding the time to do it on a regular basis is a whole other story.
If you don't know about Ultimate Tube yet (I just found it yesterday) you can check it out here. A subtitle is posted under UltimateTube that reads Broadcast Him Alone.
I just love that.
I was looking up a teaching program from Perry Stone I had watched a while back. It was about the Jewish Feast Days. I didn't find it but I did find this fantastic website with new programs I hadn't seen yet from Perry. I took the time to embed this 5 part teaching series about the Rapture of the Church. This is a fantastic teaching and you won't be sorry you took the time to watch these. There all right here for you in order so there's no need to go and search for it.
God bless you all and I pray the Spirit of God opens your understanding to the Word of God.
Abiding In Him,
Here’s a riddle along with a rhyme.
Don’t rush it along take your time.
Consider these words and what they mean.
Guess what I am from the words that are seen?
I am moral. I am not.
I know truth. I know naught.
I’m restrained. I’m a fool.
I live for Christ. I have no rule.
Right is right. Wrong is wrong.
Wrong is right all day long.
Conviction is mine. I draw the line.
No borders for me it’s party time!
Righteousness belongs to me.
Not to I, but cursed I be.
I live the truth. I live a lie.
We do not see eye-to-eye
My affections are spiritually based.
Mine are not rather mine debased.
A benevolent heart is what I bear.
Repugnance is the face I wear.
So what am I? Can you guess?
This may help clear up the mess.
Political ponderings might help you out,
But, sheep and goats is what it’s about.
A piece of scripture to give you a clue,
Matthew 25:33 will reveal it to you.
©2014 Wendy McLain
"Bud! Don’t go! They’ll take you away!
They’ll deceive you and lead you right into their way!"
The light drew him closer the longer he stared
The form he encountered forebodingly glared.
"Deb I’m all right! I’ll be okay."
The last words she’d hear from Bud that day.
Before him stood a figure radiating with light,
Beyond the figure, a tunnel, pitch black as the night.
At the end of the tunnel appeared another strange sight,
A sudden arrival of light figures wafting luminously bright!
Bud was under some sort of spell.
Suddenly, Deb heard the ring of a bell.
Just at that moment he disappeared!
Deb’s warning was realized just as she’d feared.
He had been having bizarre dreams in the night
Haunting his conscience with paralytic fright.
The dreams were ongoing, lasting several years
Recounting the scenes through streaming tears,
She remembered one instance he was pressed to the bed
He couldn’t say a word or even nod his head.
He lay there powerless with terror on his face,
And for all he’d been through his mind couldn’t erase
The passing of time that was taking him back,
To some form of torture on some sort of craft.
A fraught silence lingered, in a half-conscious state
Deb suddenly recalled an eerie luminous spate,
When night after night came these balls of light
To the front of Bud’s face and then dashed out of sight.
Deb had thought back to a time in her youth
A colloquy of which she stayed strongly aloof,
The discussion she recalls was on Genesis 6
Where sons of God with human women would mix.
Thoughts began racing within her mind
She disheveled the house for her Bible to find,
She opened the Word and began to read
The fallen angels account and their corruptible seed!
The sons of God came into the daughters of men,
And the daughters of men bare children to them.
God saw that men’s wickedness was great in the earth
And of His overwhelming sorrow there was no dearth.
As she read the days of Noah and the account of the flood
Her mind wandered back, "what could’ve happened to Bud?
Is there something to this Lord my mind cannot see
Please God! Please God! Reveal this to me!"
A benevolent voice whispered softly in her ear,
"Search the scriptures my child and into them peer,
As in the days of Noah so shall it be
The coming of the Son of Man in all His glory!
"Therefore beware at the time of the end
The cloak of deception Satan will send,
His machinations will be greatly received
By many a man who refuse to believe!
"I Am the Light at the end of the tunnel!
To you my dear child I say don’t be disgruntled!
“For you perceived, the deception was there.
It was by My Spirit you were made aware.
"Carry on now in the Light of My Word!
Share with others what you’ve heard.
The god of this world is an alien savior.
For those dipped in Christ’s blood receive the LORD’s favor!"
© 2014 Wendy B McLain
This video message should be used on television nationwide as an interruption to your previously scheduled program to bring to your attention this urgent warning.
As we all know this won't be seen on mainstream media news. Thanks to the freedom of the internet (which America may be losing soon) we have the opportunity to hear the truth of where our nation stands at this very moment.
Wake up America—the Lord's return is closer than you think!
Passover is right around the corner. Easter as the Gentiles call it. As we consider the sacrifice Jesus Christ made for all who would become His sons and daughters read the poem below thoughtfully and consider the great love this GodMan has for you. And, if you haven't yet given your life to Him for what He did for you, why not do that today?
How do we describe betrayal by bribe from one who would give Him a kiss?
Looking into His face in that dimly lit place must have made him feel quite remiss.
A kiss on the cheek so timid and weak; His betrayer would turn Him in.
Thirty coins in his hand for betraying this Man; the One who embodied no sin.
What kind of love is this? Endless!
How do we explain the excruciating pain of a crucifixion trial?
While a mother’s plea to set her Son free receives retorted despotic denial.
He’s done nothing wrong; her bellowing song reaches ears of malevolent foes
As His body bled by His skin they shed with the instrument of torture they chose.
What kind of love is this? Endless!
How do we portray events of that day as they bludgeoned Him beyond recognition?
Onlookers sneered and ruthlessly jeered yet retained He a humble disposition.
Thrown to the ground yet nary a sound came from this Man of Perfection,
Treated as dross bade they “carry His cross” as they looked in the Cyrene’s direction.
What kind of love is this? Endless!
How do we reconcile His beautiful smile when now what we see is maimed?
Bloodied and bruised, beaten and used as a scapegoat unrightfully blamed.
Hanging there as the multitudes stare upon the Man who personifies love,
“Father forgive them for they know not what they do” ascends to the Father above.
What kind of love is this? Endless!
How do we impart His genteel heart that was bruised for our transgression?
His bloodshed set us free from our iniquity along with its oppression.
How do we appeal to a love so real yet demands we make a decision?
From the very start the key to His heart is relationship not religion.
What kind of love is this? Endless!
TITLE: Don't Buy The Lie
By Wendy B McLain
03/02/14 Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate — 2nd Place)
Topic: End Times (02/27/14)
Beast technology making its mark
Inception—deception deceitfully dark
Clever—concealed—concise the plan
Evoking embedding of every man
RFID Chip coming our way
Encroaching—reproaching without delay
Forehead or hand donning its brand
Compliance/Defiance—you will not stand
Take it—leave it—the game is in play
Murdered or martyred either way
Criminal—cynical—crucial the plot
Every last man on earth will be sought
Marionette minions his task to deploy
Despiteful—deleterious—disdained yet so coy
Powers that be—The Prodder’s Tool
Collectively castigating toward the Beast’s rule
Daniel the prophet’s voluminous vision
Historically heralds’ upcoming derision
Jesus Christ’s Revelation revealed
Copious coalescence converging—unsealed
Prophetic events jumping off pages
Time is short—the enemy rages
God’s grace grants—propitiation
Don’t buy into Lucifer’s—initiation
… If any man worship the beast and his image, and receive his mark in his forehead, or in his hand, ¹⁰The same shall drink of the wine of the wrath of God, which is poured out without mixture into the cup of his indignation; and he shall be tormented with fire and brimstone in the presence of the holy angels, and in the presence of the Lamb:Revelation 14:9-10 KJV
“God please show me, God please show me, God please show me,“ Becky mumbled, as she tossed and turned on the bed.
“Becky honey, wake up!”
Devon had been repeating these same words to his wife night after night for what seemed like months now. He knew Becky was a writer and, not just a writer, a Christian writer. He knew God had given Becky a message to share with the world.
Devon’s heart felt turmoil because of his inability to provide the money it would cost for Becky to get her book published, but together they’d been praying and believing God would make it happen.
Becky rolled over and cuddled Devon, “Honey, it’s been almost a year since I’ve finished writing this book. I don’t know why God hasn’t shown us the light of day yet, but we know it’s not about our timing—it’s about His.”
Cock-a-doodle-do, Devon’s Christmas gift from his mom resonated through their bedroom.
“Mom sure knows how to get me to see the light of day every morning, doesn’t she?” Devon snickered, jumped out of bed, tapped the alarm off button, and headed to the bathroom.
Becky sat in bed and prayed quietly.
Dear Father, I know my ways are not your ways and, my thoughts are not your thoughts. I believe, when you’re ready for the door to open, this book will get out to the world. Thank you, Lord, Amen.
She hopped out of bed and moseyed into the kitchen to make breakfast for Devon.
“You’re not eating breakfast with me this morning?” Devon asked, as he sat down at the kitchen table.
“I’m not hungry, I’ll just eat an apple this morning. I’m planning to meet Kathy at the gym after lunch. What do you have to do today?”
“Jack, asked me to go across town to do an inspection on a new building.” Devon swallowed his last bite and grabbed his keys, “I’ll see you this afternoon. Have a great day, honey.”
Becky arrived at the gym a few minutes early. Kathy wasn’t there yet. Next door to the gym was a Christian bookstore. She noticed an advertisement on the window about a Christian writing contest.
I wonder if this is the Lord’s . . .
“Hey Beck, you ready to workout?” Kathy interrupted Becky’s thoughts.
“Oh, hey Kat! Look, it’s a writing contest.” Becky pointed to the poster, “I think I’ll enter. Be right back.” She dashed into the bookstore to grab a pamphlet and shoved it in her purse to look it over later with Devon.
Devon arrived to do his inspection. As he walked toward the new building he couldn’t believe his eyes. He saw a poster in the window that read, Win A Xulon Publishing Package. He wrote down the information and quickly got busy doing the inspection. He was anxious to get home and share the news with Becky. He knew, the way she wrote, she had a solid chance of winning.
When Devon arrived home he hurried in the door, “Becky, where are you?”
“In the laundry room,” she called.
As Devon walked down the hall he said, “I’ve got some great news for you!”
“I’ve got some good news too Dev, I’m going to enter a Christian writing contest.”
“Really? That’s awesome. Now let me tell you my great news. You, my darling, have a chance of getting published.”
“Are you serious? How?”
“There was a poster at the building I inspected today. Here’s the information, check it out.”
“Wow. Cool.” Becky giggled, “and I picked up a pamphlet today but I was waiting for you, to look at it.”
Becky’s purse was sitting on the dryer. She pulled out the folded pamphlet and opened it. Front and center were the words, ‘FaithWriters And Xulon Press’ and, directly under that, ‘Win a Xulon Publishing Package.’
“No way, this is exactly the same information you got off the poster Dev.”
“We’ve been praying Becky. God came through again. It must be His time.”
Becky hugged Devon then ran down the hall to her office. She turned on the computer and immediately typed in the search bar--Win a Xulon Publishing Package—the first result was, FaithWriter’s.com Win a Publishing Package.
While she waited for the page to load she prayed.
Father, it’s all about you. If it’s meant to be it will happen. Thank you, Jesus.
Pastor David Wilkerson has a fantastic message we should all take to heart. These are not easy words to accept but a very timely and imperative message if we intend to be ready for the end of all things.
Eating up twinkies and apple pie,
My physical body is stressed.
I cling to the rush of my sugar high,
But soon after I get depressed.
The physical food I choose to ingest,
Has determined the health of my body.
And I fear right now it isn’t the best,
In fact it’s become rather shoddy.
In the face of my plight what will I do?
To recover my health from this matter!
No more Cheetoh’s and Mountain Dew!
Oh my goodness my heart will shatter!
I know what I’ll do I’ll relinquish my fight,
To hold on to those junkies I cherish!
I’ll keep em’ at bay but not too far away,
At an arm’s length and just out of sight.
And when I am tempted they’ll be right there
To indulge my physical senses.
I’ll fake myself out, believe my rogue mind
And hold tight my ingenious pretenses!
My spiritual food is much the same way
As I treat it as nothing but fodder.
I slip into a trance and myself I enhance
And act more like the devil’s daughter.
I must say goodbye to the junk food of life
Every day in the flesh and the Spirit.
I must eat God’s word and His word I have heard
I must do and not simply just hear it.
So farewell ‘you junkies’ I'm no longer bound
By the chains you so earnestly proffered.
By Christ’s spiritual food I have been renewed
Through the blood bought gift that He offered!
Wendy B McLain