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Calvinist No More

Posted in Christianity with tags , , , , , , , , , , on September 27, 2010 by julietsm

I once considered myself a Calvinist, and in many regards I still do.  I can no longer align myself with many of the others who call themselves ‘Calvinists’ for many reasons, though.

Do I believe in the absolute depravity of men?  I do.  I was in an accident in March, during which I wiped out of my motorbike during rush hour on a busy street.  Did any of the hundreds of cars going by call 911?  They did not.  Someone did stop, finding me in a pool of my own blood and you know what they did?  They took everything of value on my person, including my I.D., my cash, my phone, my jewelry, my boots and leather coat, in fact, the only reason they didn’t take my motorbike was because once on it’s side, one has to know the several tricks required to make it start up again.  I do not mention this so you can say “Oh, poor Juliet”.  Not at all.  And really, it should not have surprised me, either.  But here is a good example of the depravity of men.  The only reason I did not die in the street is because my Lord made sure that a Fire Rescue truck just ‘happened’ to be going by at the time, saw me, and took me to hospital where I remained in a coma for several days.  I didn’t remember any of it; but I knew without being told when I awakened that everything of value I had was gone.  No surprise there.  Like I said, too, I should not have been surprised at any of it.  But here is a clear example of how people without God function in the world.  Just as the Good Samaritan stopped and rendered aid to the poor man who had been robbed and beaten, the bad Samaritans did what comes naturally to them.  They took whatever they could and left me, presumably to die.

So there in that little tale lies the heart of the matter.  Without the new life, man is depraved.  He will do what comes naturally to him.  Just as the one who possesses the new life will do what the new nature enables him to do.  Had a true child of God come upon me, undoubtedly they would have taken my body from the middle of the street, called 911, and most likely would have waited until aid arrived.

Most, if not all of the Calvinist’s I know would say that this was ordained by God.  They way I see it, God rescued me.  He made sure that I was close to a red light and not zooming along when I had my petit mal seizure which is what I believe caused the accident, as I have had them in the past.  He also made certain that there would be help arriving, so I would not die in the road.  If God had wanted to take me then, of course He could have done so.  He did not.  I am still not certain why this happened, (it could just easily be the sort of thing that happens in a fallen world every day) but I just don’t believe that God ‘made it happen’.  I believe that God uses evil for His purposes, but not that he is the Author of it.  Calvinists don’t see it like that, and if you dare to disagree with them, you will soon find yourself an enemy, or they will tell you that you cannot possibly be saved unless you agree.

I don’t see what the point of a world where God is the cause of everything could possibly be.  If He is just the Puppetmaster, than really the whole thing becomes absurd.  On the other hand, I do believe there are many things which are not given to man to know.  How could we know what God knows?  We are not God.

Truly, God knows the end from the beginning.  This does not mean, however, that we are merely puppets and are acting out a script which He has written in the minutest detail.  If this were so, then I  surely do not know God!

And yet, I do.  He has shown me the utmost kindness and love from the time of my childhood.  He has told me things, taught me things, and has saved my life on more than one occasion.

If you read the article which Bookmyar wrote, I am sure you can understand why I am divorcing myself from the Calvinist community on the internet.  These are some of the most unloving and unkind people I have known.  (I don’t mean all of them, either…  I have met some amazing Christians whose doctrine I believe to be sound, and yet you will never hear them glorying in the judgements of God with nary a word of His lovingkindness and grace.  Quite the opposite, in fact.)

No, God is not the Author of Evil.  If He were, He would be the devil wouldn’t He?  God is love, pure love, and while He is also perfectly just it does not give Him pleasure to have little children raped nor does He plan for that.  He may permit it to happen for His own reasons, which clearly have not been given us to know, but I can assure that if you look at Christ in the gospels, you will find the most loving and kind and sinless man/God.  Why is Jesus so beloved after millennia?  Because of His wondrous love and sweetness.

Mind you, because I have no doctorates in theology and am just a layman, those who do will read my words and think what an ignorant little girl I must be.

And so how do you account for all the illiterate people who have been saved?  I daresay they were not Calvinists, they could not even read the Bible!  God saves those He has compassion upon, and mercy on whom He has mercy on.  I trust that whatever God does, it is going to be perfect as He is perfect.

I don’t know about you, but my God does not have little children raped.

He does chastise His children, and the wrath of abides upon the unsaved, and yet “All things work together for good with them that are called by God according to His purposes”.  I don’t understand these Calvinists.

Jesus told us to be like little children; to trust Him the way a child trusts.  That is exactly what I am going to do.  I am not going to wrack up doctorates and think myself superior to those who do not have their knowledge.  I am going to continue to read and study the Word of God and pray for growth.  To be more loving, more forgiving, and more like our Lord and Saviour.

I am sorry, but trying to picture Jesus ordering one of the disciples to go and ‘rape that child for his sins’ is not in my abilities.

God is good.  In Him is no darkness or shadow of turning.

I may not understand a lot of things, but the one thing I do understand  is that God has preserved me, He has saved my life repeatedly, He has taught me all of the good things I know.  I could never have survived in this world without Him.

God does not ‘ordain’ torture and rape and murder’!  If He did, what would make Him someone we should love and worship?

Shame on those of you who would think such a vile thing!  His eyes are too pure to even behold evil, much less be the mastermind of it!

julietsm

For Those Who Claim They are without Sin

Posted in Christianity, Doctrines of Grace with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on August 26, 2009 by julietsm

17422-thumbnailHow dare anyone claim to be without sin.  Yet there are many who make this very claim, and tell the rest of us that we are without faith, are not saved, and do not know the Lord.

How dare they!

Anyone who has been called by God and drawn to Christ are aware that we must be ever-vigilant, that the heart is deceitful above all things and desperately wicked, and that sin can and often does flare up in us if we are not constantly on our guard against temptation.  If, when a person is saved they are made perfect, then why does our Lord continually warn us about false teachers, lest we be deceived by them?  Would Jesus have to warn us if we were truly perfect? 

“I have hidden Your Word in my heart, that I might not sin against you”.  (Psalms 119:11)

Why should we bother to hide His word in our heart since we are perfect now?  In fact, I guess that once you are born again you must have no need for God’s Word, so I guess we can dispense with the Bible reading altogether.  What would be the point?  We are just like our Lord now, and are without sin.  We may as well throw our Bibles away, they serve no useful purpose for us now.  

Have you any idea how arrogant and boastful that sounds?  Yet there are some of you (many) in fact, who have taken this stance on YouTube, and have even made videos concerning this very topic.  You claim that those of us who are not without sin are not saved.  Mind, it goes a lot deeper than that.  Openairpreacher called me a satanic wiccan and other things not fit to print.  Same thing with finalcall07, just two of the plethora of false teacher and heretics to be found on the internet.  Have these people failed to read and understand I John I:8,7?  “If we claim to be without sin, we deceive ourselves and the truth is not in us.  If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins  and purify us from all unrighteousness.  If we claim we have not sinned,   we make Him out to be a liar and His word has no place in our lives.”  

How do they justify these Scriptures?    I can tell you this;  a person has to be blind not to see those Scripture verses and cringe if they have been going around boasting about being sinless.  Yet I confronted one of them with those verses, and instead of being convicted and admitting that they were wrong, they made up some convoluted story about how those verses were expressly for the “arrogant Calvinists that are not part of the body of Christ.  Those who believe in the sovereignty of God cannot be Christians!”  Don’t we believe, after all, that salvation is a work of God in us?  And isn’t it true that God may have made the sacrifice, but it is our WILL which either declines or chooses to be good little children?

No.  That is not true.  Our will is depraved, unless God called us to Himself we would never know Him.

When will they face that we are a FALLEN race?  We are not able to come to God of our own volition!  The Father must do a prevenient work in the soul of the believer to draw him to Christ.  If He did not do this, nobody would come to Christ!  NOBODY.  God grants us repentence.  It takes a good man to repent, but a good man wouldn’t need to repent.  Therefore God grants some to repentance; that is, His elect.

“When the Gentiles heard this, they were glad and honoured the Word of the Lord, and all who were appointed to eternal life believed.”                                                                                                    Acts 13:14

You see, people do not like the hard truths of Christianity, and so make a god after the imaginations of their own hearts.  Jesus said that those who stand for the truth stand with Him.  People who distort Scripture to mean what they want it to say actually oppose Christ, and cannot possibly love Him.  If you love the Lord, you will be irrisistably drawn to His Word and to Him.  You will accept the Word as it is written, and not put a spin on the things that you find unfair or hard to take.

There is something which we must believe.  God is perfect, and perfectly good.  And though there may be parts of the Bible that you feel must be wrong, you have to trust God and His justice and trust that He is perfect and perfectly good.  The longer we walk with Him, the more we realise that there is nothing in the Word that makes our God out to be anything other than that.  If we still believe that, then we also have to realise that as fallen people who are born evil, we are hardly in a position to determine that which is good anyway.  God says His ways are not our ways, and that our absolute best is as filthy rags to Him.  Mind you, once we are in Christ, He sees us differently.  Righteousness has been credited to our account.  Though we will strive for the rest of our lives to submit to God in every area of our lives, we are still going to fall short.

Thank God for Jesus Christ!

Please, young Christians, it is imperitive that you are grounded in the Word, that you do hide His Word in your hearts so that you might not sin against Him.  Do not take everything at face value, but be like the Bereans, and compare everything that a so-called Christian says and measure it against the Word of God.

There are an awful lot of wolves in sheep’s clothing out there.  There are a lot of false teachers out there.  There are a lot of people who profess to be Christians out there, but that does not make it so.

Your Bible is the most important possession you have.  You must read from the Word every day, and more, study it!  Jesus would not have given us all those warnings for nothing.  There are people who seek to harm you and your faith, and while nobody can ultimately cause you to fall away if you are truly His, we also must do everything to make our calling and election sure.  We must ‘work out our salvation with fear and trembling’.

May the God of all peace bless you to the fullest measure, and may He keep you until the Day of Christ Jesus.

“For by grace you have been saved by faith, and that not of yourselves; it is the gift of God, not of works, lest any one should boast.”                                                                                                                                                 Ephesians 2:8.9

julietsm

Thought for Today: Tuesday, March 10

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , on March 10, 2009 by julietsm

17940-bigthumbnail“I am the vine, and you are the branches; he who abides in Me and I in him, he bears much fruit.  Apart from Me you can do nothing”

John 15:5

I see people walking around every day that look as though they are alive, but they really aren’t.  The best way I can describe their condition is by comparing them to a branch which has been cut off from a tree.  When you first see the branch, the leaves are still green and it looks to be alive, but since it has been cut off from the source of life it will eventually whither and die.  Come back in a week, and you will see the leaves have turned brown and fallen off, and the branch appears to be dead.  It was dead the moment it was cut off from the tree!  We come into this world, and we are already dead.  The only thing that can give us life is Christ, because there is life in Him and in Him only.  Unless you have become a child of God and have been grafted back onto the vine, you are dead.

People say that “death is just a part of life”.  If that were so, why are we so afraid of it?  Why do we greive and mourn when someone we love dies?  Because death is unnatural, it was never meant to be “a part of life” and  in fact it is an abomination.  That is why we are so instictively horrified by it.  Yet unless one is born again into God’s family, we are dead and nothing and nobody can bring the dead to life except for God, who can do all things.

As you go about your day today, think about what miracle has been wrought in we who believe…we have been given life and that eternal.  And we know that this is purely graciousness on the part of God.  We have been rebels and sinners all, and no matter what we try to do on our own, we can never take away our own uncleanness.  Who can make that which is filthy clean again?  Our Lord Jesus Christ died so that by His blood we can be made clean again!

I encourage you to read John 15 in its entirety today, and to meditate on all that Jesus died to give us.  To be forgiven is one thing, but to be made alive with Christ and his co-heirs no less: that is too good to be true!  And yet true it is, if you are a branch on the vine of Life, the sustainer and creator of all things: the Lord Jesus Christ; you are a co-heir of our Lord, and our inheritance is an eternal one.

Our Father gives not as the world gives, and our wondrous resurrection from the dead can never be taken away from us, because we have been sealed with the Holy Spirit and belong to our Father, who will never let go of us.  Let us live and conduct ourselves in this world as though just passing through…and though it is right and proper that we should do good while we are here to bring glory to God, let us never forget that we are no longer dead, but alive forever, with the Lord and His people.  We are on the way to our true home, where we will no longer be corrupted by the ravages of time and sin and the flesh.

Let us meditate on these things and offer our praises to God, for the wonderful gift of life which we have received.  Let us strive to bring honour to the name of Christ and be grateful for the most precious gift that one can ever receive.

julietsm

Remembering Barbie

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , on March 8, 2009 by julietsm

24836-thumbnailShe clearly remembered her mother’s bed in the old house on Avalon Drive.  Not that she had ever been permitted to sleep in it.  Barbie was certainly adamant about that.  No matter that Juliet suffered from terrible nightmares about the death camps in Nazi Germany.

…And the irony of that was definitely not lost on Barbie, either, since her ex-husband was a self-loathing Jew who denied being Jewish.  She remembered how he used to joke with her (only it was no joke) that he wanted to wear a pin which read  “No, its a German name.  I am not Jewish.”  Which was laughable, considering his name.  David Abraham Schwartz!  Of course, upon meeting people he didn’t exactly announce his middle name or anything, and if nosy people pushed, he gifted himself with the middle name of Alexander.  Having delusions of grandeur to begin with, the name Alexander and its connotations  fit in quite nicely with all of his many contrivances.

Back to the bed, which is, after all, a big part of the story.  The point is that Juliet would never have given it a second thought if not for something profound that had occured there, which she had only recently remembered.  After all, we have already established that she had never slept in it, not the way most most little girls who had horrific nightmares would most assuredly have been permitted by their single moms.  ( Allowing of course, that said little girls were loved by their mothers.)  Juliet liked to lie in Barbie’s unmade bed after her mother had gone for the day, snuggling into the pillows that smelled of Shalimar and stale tobacco smoke.  Barbie’s very distintive odor…The headboard of the bed was a bookcase, and Juliet still remembered some of the titles all those years later.  “Is Paris Burning”, “Naked Came I” and of course, The Holy Bible.  Juliet secretly called it “My Father’s Book”.

One day Juliet was lying in Barbie’s bed daydreaming, and all at once she had a very clear image in her mind of the woman she would someday be.  Strangely, she felt betrayed by that woman, because she doubted very much that she would remember the acutely lonely and sad little girl who used to creep into her mother’s room and daydream in her bed.  So she sent a message into the future: shot it like an arrow through time.  “Remember the little girl you left behind.  Don’t forget who you used to be.”

Oddly enough she had only just recently remembered the little girl and her message.  She was happy that she had not betrayed herself and let the little girl she carried around inside her, (the little girl who was still in there too deep to ever dislodge) down.  She started thinking really hard about the details.  Mind, there was something unforgettable about her experience.  She remembered one particular day, the aftermath of a truly horrifying nightmare she had the night before still clinging to her…she had gone into the room and sat on the bed, the dust motes dancing in the shafts of light streaking though the blinds.  Remember, she had never known her father David, and had no idea he was Hebrew.  For another, Barbie had no idea just what a focused and brilliant little girl she had.  Juliet was a world her mother had never visited; she knew nothing about her own child’s sleeplesness…Very often Juliet would would not sleep for days at a time, so after Barbie left she would crawl into her mother’s bed, seeking comfort in her absense.  She would hear the birds singing outside the window; she could smell the flowers that Barbie had planted in the garden that had just bloomed, and occasionally when it was very still, she could hear the bees buzzing around them…And all of these gifts from God would sometimes permit her to find the sleep that so often eluded her.

One day she was dreaming of a very old man with long white hair and a long white beard who was with a little boy.  He said to her in the dream “This is my little boy.   God gave him to my wife and I in our very old age.  Did you know that you are my daughter too?”  Juliet woke up with a start, still picturing the ancient bearded man who told her strange things.  She picked up the Bible and began reading.  She read all the way through Genesis, and all at once everything clicked in her mind.  Abraham was the old man in the dream!  And Juliet was surely one of those descendants that would have been more numerous than the sands of the sea or the stars in the sky…She knew that this was a life altering experience.  For as long as she could remember she had spoken to God most intimately, and now she knew that her Father was affirming His reality to her.    She knew she would never be the same, because her Father had spoken so clearly to her!  For the longest time Juliet had thought that everyone was a child of God, and that everyone spoke to Him and loved Him.  The first time she had asked Barbie to take her to church she was stunned by the response.  “Juliet, you are Jewish, and Jewish girls do not go to church”.  This was news to her.  This was the first time there was any mention of being Jewish.  In fact, when the children picked on her and called her ugly names she would tell them she was German, and that there were lots of German people with that name.

Juliet winced as Barbie lit one of her Pall Malls, twisting one into the cigaret holder that she always used.  (Juliet loathed cigaret smoke and Barbie knew it.  Very often she would light a cigaret to get her daughter to leave the room.)   “Uh, mother?  I have been thinking about what you said, and I have no idea why you never told me before that I am Jewish.  But I would very much like to go to Temple.”  Barbie dragged deeply on the cigaret, exhaling the the smoke in a steady stream right in her daughter’s face.   She looked at her as though she were an insect under a microscope.  “From where are you getting these bizarre notions?  There is no God, and there will be no attendance of any religious institution by anyone in this house, rest assured.  I mean, since God is a fantasy that weak-minded people made up, people, I might add, that can’t handle life, well that would make any kind of church or temple attendance awfully stupid wouldn’t it?  Barbie turned away so that Juliet saw her profile.  She marvelled that such a beautiful woman could be so vaccuous and cold.  She could not recall having ever received any warmth or affection from this woman.  She saw her mother as one to whom she owed respect…and she cried into her pillow night after night to muffle the sound of her sobs.  She knew that if Barbie ever heard, she would either ignore it or come into her room to investigate.  She also knew that if she were ever to give a name to her sobs, it would be met with denial and disdain by her mother.  She knew clearly that Barbie did not love her, she knew that in fact she was barely tolerated.  When her mother drank, which was all the time, she was brutally honest.  She said terribly cruel things, at least that which was intelligable.  In spite of her mother’s deliberate cruelty,   Juliet longed for her love, ached for it, cried out to God for it.  Barbie did not love her daughter, that much was clear.  One night Juliet whispered into the darkness from her bed, in the middle of the night when she could not sleep “Father?  How could I come from a family of people like this?  Surely I don’t belong with these people?”  God whispered back to her “You are not a member of this family.  You are a member of my Family.

“I do believe in God, mother.  It would not be pointless for me to attend church or temple.”    Barbie leaned over to tap the ash of her cigaret.  “You really don’t know what you believe, do you?  How could you, after all, at your age?  For one thing, Jews reject Christ.  You didn’t even know that, did you?  Hmmmm?”

Juliet blushed, lowered her eyes and smoothed her dress.  “Well how could I mother?  Most of the other children’s parents allow them religious instruction  I have never received any.  So naturally I don’t know any theology!”   Barbie’s eyes widened.  She threw her head back and laughed raucously.  “Now that…”  She could barely speak, she was laughing so hard.  “Theology?  That sounds absurd coming from a…how old are you?”  Barbie’s laughter trailed off and finally stopped.  She examined her little girl, raising an eyebrow.  Juliet was stung.  She fought back her tears.  “I am almost five, mother.” 

“Well what a solemn little thing you are!  At your age, you shouldn’t even be thinking about God.  And most kids would be singing hosannas that they didn’t have to be made to suffer through a church service or a bible study.  You really are very strange, Juliet.  Have you any idea how weird you are?”  Barbie crushed out her cigaret, flipping her long platinum blonde hair behind her shoulders.

Juliet cringed.  Not again!  Being called strange and odd and weird by all of the other children was bad enough, but being so called by her own mother was unbearable!  Wide eyed, she looked at her mother.  Barbie had a faraway look in her eyes and was obviously thinking about something else.  “Yes, mother.  I have a pretty good idea just how strange I am.  Like mother, like daughter.”  Her daughter’s words didn’t penetrate her at first.  Juliet could hear the ticking of the clock on the wall.  All at once, Barbie jerked and and her eyes narrowed to slits.  She studied her daughter for a moment.  She practically spat out the words “Oh no you don’t.  I was popular.  When I was in high school I was not only the Class president but the Prom Queen as well!  Don’t you dare ever compare your odd little self to me!  You don’t fit in anywhere!  The other kids don’t like you.”  She leaned in closer to Juliet…”Now why do you suppose that is?”  Barbie snatched her Pall Malls off the table, and screwing one into the black enamel holder with the gold trim, she gave Juliet a a self-satisfied smile.  “Hmmm?”  She lit the cigaret with a slim gold lighter, inhaled deeply, and settled back into the sofa.

“Mom, you can say what you like.  But there are plenty of ways to be weird.  Trying to make something as gross as smoking look elegant is weird.  Rejecting your own daughter isn’t exactly the norm either, is it?  But weirder than that is that you are so smug and self-satisfied and…well, arrogant!”  Juliet bit her lower lip.  “Because you can’t even keep a man,  Barbara!”  She emphasised her mother’s name, saying it as though it were a dirty word.

Barbie’s hand shot out and slapped her daughter so quickly that Juliet didn’t see it coming.  She reached up and felt her cheek, red and stinging wher Barbie’s handprint was still visible on her face.  Juliet got up from the floor, where she had been sitting at her mother’s feet.  While she was fumbling to get up, Barbie grabbed a handful of Juliet’s hair and jerked her head back, so that her face was just inches above hers.   “Go and make your mother a drink”, she hissed from between clenched teeth.  She let go of her hair and shoved her head so it hit the coffee table, opening a gash in her forehead.  Blood ran down her face, dripping on the coffee table and the white shag rug.  “Beautiful, Juliet.  See what you made me do?  I’ll make my own drink and you…you clean up this mess!  If that rug is stained you’re going to be meeting that precious ‘God’ of yours a lot sooner than you had planned!  Barbie stood up, smoothing her powder blue cashmere sweater over her hips.  She muttered under her breath “That God-damned girl is good for nothing!”  She went to the bar and made herself a vodka and tonic, which she called because she splashed tonic water over vodka.  She drank it down in one gulp and made herself another one.  She noticed that Juliet appeared to be frozen.  Barbie pointed at her with the ice tongs “If you think I am angry now, Just let that blood settle in and stain the rug.  Go and get the hydrogen peroxide!”  (Apparently getting blood stains out of things was old hat for her.)   Juliet still had fresh blood pouring down her face.  “And little girl, if I have to take you for stitches you are going to wish you were never born!”

Juliet took a mental snapshot of her mother.  She was standing at the bar, ice tongs in hand, pointing them at her.  Barbie, with her long blonde hair, perfectly made up and beautiful face, powder blue turtle-neck sweater, (just tight enough to show off her gorgeous figure), white mini skirt and go go boots…she looked like a model with her long legs and perfect body.  Juliet thought to herself that her mother was quite possibly the ugliest woman she had ever seen.

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Fatima’s Love Letter

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , on February 15, 2009 by julietsm

 

 

 

 

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1295_270” May the Lord Jesus guide you, Oh Muslims
And enlighten your hearts that you might love others
The forum does not revile the Master of the prophets
It is for the display of truth, and for you it was revealed
This is the truth which you do not know
What we profess are the words of the Master of the prophets
We do not worship the cross, and we are not possessed
We worship the Lord Jesus, the Light of the worlds

We left Mohammed, and we do not follow in his path
We followed Jesus Christ, the Clear Truth
Truly, we love our homeland, and we are not traitors
We take pride that we are Saudi citizens
How could we betray our homeland, our dear people?
How could we, when for death – for Saudi Arabia – we stand ready?
The homeland of my grandfathers, their glories, and odes – for it I am writing
And we say, “We are proud, proud, proud to be Saudis”
We chose our way, the way of the rightly guided
And every man is free to choose any religion
Be content to leave us to ourselves to be believers in Jesus
Let us live in grace before our time comes
There are tears on my cheek, and Oh! the heart is sad
To those who become Christians, how you are so cruel!
And the Messiah says, “Blessed are the Persecuted”
And we for the sake of Christ all things bear
What is it to you that we are infidels?
You do not enter our graves, as if with us buried
Enough – your swords do not concern me, not evil nor disgrace
Your threats do not trouble me, and we are not afraid
And by God, I am unto death a Christian – Verily
I cry for what passed by, of a sad life

I was far from the Lord Jesus for many years
Oh History record! and bear witness, Oh Witnesses!
We are Christians – in the path of Christ we tread
Take from me this word, and note it well
You see, Jesus is my Lord, and He is the Best of protectors
I advise you to pity yourself, to clap your hands in mourning
See your look of ugly hatred
Man is brother to man, Oh learned ones
Where is the humanity, the love, and where are you?
As to my last words, I pray to the Lord of the worlds
Jesus the Messiah, the Light of Clear Guidance
That He change notions, and set the scales of justice aright –

And that He spread love among you, Oh Muslims.”

                                                                                            

 

 

Very beautiful letter, isn’t it?  I think if you understand the conditions under which this letter was written it may have more meaning for you.

Fatima was a 26 year old former Muslim girl who gave everything for her newfound Saviour.  In fact, she gave her very life.  When she told her family, I can only imagine with horror the events that led up to her brother cutting out her tongue.  She was then locked in her room where she wrote these last words on her laptop.  When they came to get her, it was to take her to her death, where she was burned alive.  Burned alive because she loved the Lord Jesus Christ.  The one that so many of you like to call “a fairy tale”. 

Last time I checked, nobody gave their lives for the Three Little Pigs.  Or Sleeping Beauty.  Although that is how I like to think of Fatima now, like  sleeping beauty.  However, I am romanticising there, because she is not asleep.  She is now with the Saviour, glorified and perfected for all eternity.

For all of you out there who like to leave your nasty little remarks and call us names and do all the dreadful little things you like to do, I present to you Fatima Al-Mutairi.  A martyr for the Christian Faith.    A young lady who was not afraid to give her very life for The Lord Jesus Christ.

As Jesus hung on the cross, he said “Forgive them Father, they know not what they do.”   

As Fatima awaited her death, she wrote a love letter to the very ones who were to kill her.

Do we believe in some “Sky Wizard”?

I believe that Fatima could answer that for you, but she is otherwise occupied right now.

julietsm

Choose Love

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , on February 7, 2009 by julietsm

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Why would anyone choose to live without love?  I know that I wouldn’t.  The people that I call friends wouldn’t.  Yet there are people who prefer to live a life that is filled with hatred.

Many are the ways in which God is seeking to make Himself known to us and bring us unto communion with Him.  Nature speaks to our senses without ceasing.  The open heart will be impressed with the love and glory of God as revealed through the works of His hands.  The listening ear can hear and understand the communications of God through the things of nature.  The green fields, the lofty trees, the buds and flowers, the passing clouds, the falling rain, the babbling brooks, the glories of the heavens speak to our hearts, and invite us to become acquainted with Him who Made them all.

Our Saviour bound up His precious lessons with the things of nature.  The trees, the birds, the flowers of the valley, the hills, the lakes, and the beautiful heavens, as well as the incidents and surroundings of daily life were all linked with the words of truth, that His lessons might thus be often recalled to mind, even amid the busy cares of man’s life of work.  God wants His children to appreciate His works and delight in the simple, quiet beauty with which He has adorned our earthly home.  He is a lover of of that which is beautiful, and above all that is outwardly attractive he loves beauty of character; He wants us to cultivate purity and simplicity, the quiet graces of the flowers.  If we would only listen, God’s created works will teach us precious lessons of obedience and trust.  From the stars that in their courses through space follow from age to age their appointed paths, down to the minutest atom, the things of nature obey the Creator’s will.  And God cares for everything and sustains everything that He has created.  He who upholds the unnumbered worlds throughout the immensity of the universe, at the same time cares for the wants of the little brown sparrow that sings its humble song without fear.  When men go forth to their daily labours, as when they engage in prayer when they lie down at night and when they rise in the morning; when the rich man feasts in his palace, or when the poor man gathers his children about the scant offerings of the table, each is tenderly watched by the heavenly Father.  No tears are shed that God does not notice.  It says in the Psalms that He has all of them in a jar!  There is no smile that He does not take notice of.

If we would just truly believe this, all undue anxieties would be dismissed.  Our lives wuld not be so filled with disappointment as now; for everything, whether great or small would be left in the hands of God, who is not perplexed by the multiplicity of cares or overwhelmed by their weight.  We should then enjoy a rest of soul to which many have long been strangers.  As your senses delight in the lovliness of the earth, think of the world that is to come that shall never know the blight of sin and death; where the face of nature will no more wear the shadow of the curse.  Let your imaginations picture the home of the saved, and remember that it will be more glorious than your brightest imagination can portray..  In the varied gifts of God in nature we see but the faintest gleaming of His glory.  It is written “Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither have entered into the heart of man the things which God hath prepared for them that love Him”.

The poet has many things to say about nature, but it is the Christian who enjoys the beauty of the earth with the highest appreciation, because we regonise our Father’s handiwork and perceive His love in flowers and shrubs and trees.  No one can fully appreciate the significance of mountains and valleys, rivers and oceans, but we see them as an expression of God’s love for man.  We know that all of what we see in no ‘accident’.

God speaks to us through His providential workings and through the influence of His Spirit  upon our hearts.  In our circumstances and surroundings, in the changes daily taking place around us, we may find precious lessons if our hearts are but open to discern them.  The psalmist, taking in the fullness of the bounty with which we have  been provided says, “The earth is full of the goodness of the Lord.”  “Whomever is wise, and will observe these things, even they shall understand the loving-kindness of the Lord”.

Yes, for me, the only thing which makes life worthwhile is the knowledge that we are loved with a perfect love.  A love that gave everything to secure our eternal glory.  Yes, I must live in God’s love.  I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Line in the Sand

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , on February 5, 2009 by julietsm
The enemy is alive and well and wants to make our lives miserable.

The enemy is alive and well and wants to make our lives miserable.

I had every intention for my first entry into my Weblog to be something fun and interesting.  This may be of interest to you, and most particularly if you are  Christian, but then again there is an ancient Chinese curse:  “May you live in interesting times”.  I would say these are pretty interesting times.
To truly understand why I am so troubled, you have to understand a few things, so bear with me as I take you back to a year ago.
After several personal problems, the icing on the cake was a motorscooter accident which left me in pretty bad shape, and I was looking at a recovery period of several months.  The irony is that I had just recovered from another accident not too long before, a very serious accident wherein I was thrown from the car when the door popped open, and I was run over by an oncoming vehicle.  That recovery period was rather lengthy, and left me permanently disabled.  At any rate, having another accident was a bit much.  However, being a Christian, I figured that I was very blessed to be alive and still walking in view of the severity of the injuries I had sustained.
As I sat at home day after day, I began to watch videos at Youtube, reliving a happier time full of parties and nightclubs and, unfortunately, sin.  I felt a bit guilty watching videos, but for some reason I felt there was a reason for me to be on Youtube.  I soon found my answer when it came to my attention that there is a huge all-out war raging there between those who believe in God and more specifically, Christians, and atheists and satanists and pagans of every stripe.  The first thing that amazed me was the language used against the Christians, words like “fucktard” and the like.  I mean, every comment was pretty much like the one that preceded it: “you are a moron for believing in fairy tales”,  and “how can you claim to love  God when he doesn’t exist”.  The thing that struck me was that these people did not merely just “not believe” like they claimed to.  Oh they beleived all right, they just hated us and despised us and loathed us for loving Christ.  Sure, sure, they denied it: “how can I hate something I know doesn’t exist.  Fucktard”.  For people who claimed not to believe, they sure were hostile towards us, and when I say hostile it is a huge understatement.
For months I have been a part of the Christian community at Youtube, trying to share the gospel and being  met with hatred and hostility wherever I go.  I had some atheist friends who didn’t understand my vehemence about the Lord, nor did they understand why I would put myself in a position to be laughed at or maligned in any way.  Those of you who are reading this are, no doubt, Christian and so understand why.
Last night, something happened which went beyond the limit, and I decided this was it.  I am drawing a line in the sand and saying “this far and no further”.  You see, I was commenting at a video about scientists presenting proof that evolotion is not the truth.  I really thought nothing of it and left a comment, which I do not remember exactly, but it was nothing out of the ordinary.  Usually I comment about my faith in God and the fact that He is knowable for those who are genuinely seeking the truth.  A man with the username “Surathan” told me to “stick my Bible up my ass, right next to my head”.  Nice.  I decided not to comment there anymore.  I also noticed that he was attempting to post comments at my channel, which is closed to the public.  A person can only comment there if they have approval, but my friend’s posts automatically go up.  I have two channels at Youtube, so I was switching back and forth between the two.  I noticed that this guy was being very persistent, no matter that I continued to delete his comments, he continued to make the attempt.  I noticed that he had responded to a comment that I had made earlier, and so when I went to read it I was chilled to the bone.  Here, as posted by the man with the username Surathan, is the comment he posted in its entirety:
“Simmalila
Remember “god” when I am raping you.
Remember “god” when I am killing you.
But most of all
Remember “god” as I peel you skin off you as you draw your last breath.
Remember.”
Now, at first I didn’t know what to think.  I didn’t know if this man was just trying to be as shocking as possible, or if he was truly as sick as the comment made him appear.  After spending hours discussing this matter with friends, I decided that this was it.  Line in the sand.  This far and no further and HE HAD CROSSED IT.
I called the police, and they referred me to the FBI Cybercrimes division.  I had an appointment to speak with some agents the following day.  Interestingly, the comment was no longer there as of sometime late last night.  However, there are still other disturbing posts about me that he made there.  If you visit my channel, I will refer you to the video in question.
Christians, I believe that we have turned the other cheek so much that our cheeks are more than sore: they are bloodied and bruised beyond recognition.  However, a threat like this could and should be taken seriously because after all, we do not know who the person is who is making the threat.  In the future, anyone who threatens me in this manner is in for a surprise.  I was told by the FBI that these are criminal acts, make no mistake.  Bad enough that they slander us and call us all kinds of offensive things, but threatening a person in this manner is CRIMINAL, and we, as good citizens, must report it if this happens.
I am not running away from Youtube.  I have no intention of allowing this person to bother me anymore.  However, I assure you that if he should ever again say anything remotely threatening in nature, I am calling the FBI stat.    I think you all have the resposibility to do the same.  Should this happen to you, do not hesitate to call the local police, and they will give you the phone number of the local branch of the FBI.
Report it.
Do not allow these aggresive and nasty people the upper hand. We are in a war, ladies and gentlemen, a war whose outcome we already know.
But that doesn’t mean that we should allow people to cross the line in the sand.
                                                                                                                                       julietsm