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What? I'm a SPEAKER?

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What? I'm a SPEAKER?

I have somehow become a public speaker?  What?!   

I’ve always had the gift of gab and have walked in it from the time that I was a child.  In fact, in primary school it was often noted that I had OUTSTANDING oratory skills.  My grade cards were a prime example as it  often stated:  “TALKS TOO MUCH”.   Who knew? 

How did it all begin? I look back and for the longest time I’ve thought about it, or dreamt about it, but never pursued it.   Often people would say, “You should be a life coach or a event speaker and share your ‘encouragement’.    I never pursued it.  However, God’s plans are often much different than my own.  

I don’t have a ‘fear’ of public speaking as I’ve spoken to hundreds while working in Corporate America but this is different. In the past people were looking for my business expertise or ground breaking products from the company I represented.  

Today I speak on something I am personally passionate about and the ‘company’ I represent is the Kingdom of God and my employer is God Himself. Even writing this kinda freaks me out! Still a little bit befuddled why would HE want to use ME of all people?  

WHY does the thought of going and speaking for a group event or in front of a church feel so surreal? It shouldn’t because I’ve also spoken life into this… I’ve dreamt about it .. and even when I was a little girl all of five years old I would practice.  I would line up my stuffed animals all across my bedroom and share the gospel and tell them… “HURRY, JESUS IS COMING BACK’. 

I guess from the time I was a little girl, God had weaved into my DNA HIS desire for me to stand before a crowd sharing WHO HE IS … for the KINGDOM.   I’m glad HE put it back in front of me (literally) … the path that had somehow become crooked and away from HIS original desire for my life.  THEN SUDDENLY!! after all these years the opportunity was right in front of me and a door opened. I stepped thru!    

I'm on a plane heading to South Dakota and then to Iowa... to SPEAK!  

Could it be .. that again .. the words “Created for a time such as this!” apply to you and to me?   

Let’s DREAM WITH GOD and allow HIM to breath LIFE BACK into who we are CREATED to BE! 

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Are Dreams and cries of the heart .. PRAYER?

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Are Dreams and cries of the heart .. PRAYER?

Have you ever allowed yourself to build dreams in your head and heart?   Big dreams, small dreams, aspirations of all kinds and sorts? 

I have!! I am a day dreamer and hope builder spurring myself onto a new tomorrow or a better today!  Some days I create businesses in my head and try to put them to paper.  Other days I build a home and fill it full of old treasures, new finds and beautiful art.   There is always a huge bathroom with a tub to soak in... and a giant kitchen to gather around the cooking island to tell stories, dance and sing as we prepare the evening meal.  

Then .. we fill the giant farm table with glorious food and the room is aglow with smiles and laughter. 

You see one of my dreams for myself was always to have a giant farm table,  something with history and character.  Something that I found and lovingly restored and refurbished back to a deepening beauty .. not of new but better! 

As you know. I am a bit of a sojourner and I find home wherever I am and fill it with whatever and  whomever the Lord allows.  Those dreams that I create in my head and heart never diminish or go unheard from God.  They are at times a cry from my heart for hearth and home... always associated with a SAFE PLACE to land for me and .. you. 

GOD HEARS those dreams and I think they move HIS heart.  In fact, I more often think now that all my heart is in CONSTANT COMMUNICATION with God.. and it is a form of Prayer.  IN fact, I know it is...  

First John 5:15 “And if we know that he hears us in whatever we ask, we know that we have the requests that we have asked of him.”

Back to the table.  This summer I was in Germany and had the opportunity to stay with some amazing people that I love like family.  I found myself excited to go thru their Grannies barn and search for treasures!!! One treasure was a farm table... with a wonderful history all it's own!   Covered in dirt, dust and grim it somehow had avoided being sent to the dump or burned up.  Grannie is a no nonsense girl!  

Fast forward.. I had the opportunity to not only refurbish and refinish the table .. but to do several projects for the family.  

One night I went to bed exhausted... and well pleased at the days work and as I settled in for the night I realized I was lovingly refinishing the table.  Refinishing it the way I would for myself with great care and detail.   Praying over it and asking the Lord to fill it full of goodness and surround it with friends and family. 

It STRUCK ME then... that maybe this will be the only farm table I have the opportunity to refurbish.  Maybe this is MY DREAM coming true but for someone else? I became sad for a brief moment thinking maybe I will never have my own table with it's own stories.  Maybe, just maybe time in this life is short - - and God might have something totally different for me -- YET, YET .. HE had heard my cry for a sweet farm table to be a part of my own story. 

So here it is .. an answered prayer.  Not answered the way I had dreamed of (for myself) but answered nonetheless in a glorious way! 

HE loves me and heard my cry.  He loves me allowed me the experience. He loves me and allowed me to sit around the table filled with Mexican food.  He loves me and filled the table with laughter and stories ....  He loves me and allowed me to experience THANKSGIVING around the table in Germany in September!! 

 

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WE MUST REMEMBER and NOT BE SILENCED

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WE MUST REMEMBER and NOT BE SILENCED

I walked over the bridge and past the wall that was covered with razor wire.  Down a lane flanked by thick trees on either side.  It was a cool, grey day. 

Guard towers to the right, birds chirping and a cool breeze.  The sign just prior to crossing told of a story of how prisoners were brought to Barrack X to be able to take a shower.  I am sure they were excited as they approached the bridge.

If any of them couldn't keep up with the group they would be shot.  In fact, more often then not the soldiers would do something to keep one behind just so he could shoot him.  Why?  In shooting a slow prisoner and keeping the lines efficient meant that the soldier would receive a bonus in their paycheck.  Bonus.

As we passed the clearing there was a building to the left and one directly in front of us.  Red brick with a tile roof.  I entered the first door. The room had windows and light streamed in and yet a sense of uneasiness started to come over me.  I stood in silence.   This had been a room where hundreds of bodies would have been staged prior to cremation.

The next room with several ovens where prisoners were hung (some to their death) and then cremated.. thousands.   I scarcely could take it all in. I stood still in that moment as if not to cause the ghosts from the past to flee.

The next room.  I stood in the doorway.  I didn't want to enter.  I hesitated and almost turned back around.  The door was greenish in color, heavy. It was a doorway to a room that was lined in masonry, golden in color.  Ironically, almost the same color as the streets of Jerusalem.  The floors slopped towards drains covered with heavy, large grates.  Over head were fixtures fitted with shower sprinklers.  

I entered the room and walked towards the center and once again I could sense the fear and sense the cries.   I knew this had to be a shower room where the prisoners had been gassed to death. 

Frozen

I slowly left this room into a room where prisoners would have come and undressed to prepare for a shower.  Shower or Death?  I am sure that many knew what was beyond the door - how could they not? How could they not sense death or smell the putrid odor of burning flesh from the ovens? 

Humanity and pride stripped down to skin and bones.  Nothing but a number,  I wonder what were their last thoughts.  I wonder too what were the thoughts of those working in the camps, or had they grown cold hearted and just looked at those before them as less then a dog with no God, thought or opinions?  Non human .. 

In these steps that I've walked I ask myself over and over again what is it that God is trying to show me, teach me?  Is He trying to wake me up from my slumber to realize how easy it would be to repeat history?  How easy it is for humans to turn against each other?  How easy it is for propaganda to sway opinions of good people against their neighbors all for a little bread, a little money and false sense of security?    

Could it be that I am to learn and see that this could easily happen in the states?  

I see... I see the same evil machine at work ... the same type of propaganda in a slick machine spewing hatred and cloaking itself behind black masks and words spoken from faceless writers over the internet ... systematically discrediting people for even being human ... 

Who were the criminals in this place .. what atrocities had they committed? 

They were no different then you and I.  Professors, teachers, military, artist, comedian and gay.  People with voices and thoughts that went against the SS and Nazi, Germany and Hitler.   They were German, Polish, Russian... and then - came the JEW.

SILENCE .. to silence the opposition.  First take your voice then take your breath.. then wipe you clean off the face of the earth as if, as if you never existed.

IF we don't remember and walk through the halls of history .. we will surely fall into the same evil over and over and over again. 

Wake UP ...

REMEMBER 

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Excited for a shower .... Dauchau Concentration Camp - Germany

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Excited for a shower .... Dauchau Concentration Camp - Germany

"FINALLY, we get to take a shower!" and as they were herded outside of the gates into an area they had never been before, the shower house,... I am sure some could discern something was about to happen. Some were moved to the right ...beyond the trees along the perimeter of the camp ... others were taken inside into a room with no windows to prepare for the shower to strip from their clothes and the remaining dignity... A few stood immediately before furnaces that were blazing with fires. These furnaces were not meant to heat the water ... 

Gun shots went off in the distance but they hardly noticed ...because at the same time they were being told to strip ... then they noticed the soldiers hanging nooses on the hooks directly before the furnaces.

Then, told to stand upon the stool ... No use to struggle... too tired... the stool was kicked from below them. As soon as their body stopped twitching and death forcefully showered himself upon another victim, the body was removed and placed on the rack that was pushed into the fire.   

The soldiers work was not yet finished as bodies were piled up in the room just beyond the door... and bodies were being pulled in from the shooting range just beyond the trees... all in a days work.

Dauchau Concentration Camp - Germany 

Dauchau was the first of such places in Germany. It was meant for political dissidents - - people that had opinions other then those that agreed with the SS, Nazi Germany and Hitler. 

It later was also used for Jews. 

A MODEL of what would come in Poland. 

over 32000 died there ...

WHEN A MINORITY EFFECTIVELY SILENCED THE MAJORITY ..  

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MO'ED - Divine Appointment

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MO'ED - Divine Appointment

"MO'ED" - Divine Appointment 

My THOUGHTS .....

August 21, 2017 we experienced the amazing 'Great American Eclipse'.  Many went out to marvel and experience the eclipse and celebrate.  I also, watched in wonder and awe as it took place.   The Torah warns that an eclipse is not of time of celebration but rather a 'WARNING to the Gentiles".  The position, length etc is also to be taken in great consideration of what the 'sign' is saying and to whom.

This was also the same day on the Jewish Calendar that ELUL - time of repentance and intimacy with God is called for as we approach Rosh Hashanah.  Rosh Hashanah is a Fall Feast that has yet to be fulfilled but many are looking to the skies as an amazing sign in the heavens are about to happen on September 23, 2017 the JEWISH calendar year 5777.

I've been in a time of study and prayer.  Learning from the time of the Great Reformation of the Church with Martin Luther (this makes the 500 year anniversary) and the people who laid down their lives to bring truth through the Word of God to the common people.  Many lost their lives as they were seen as rebels and heretics.  

I have also been studying one of my 'heroes', Dietrich Bonhoeffer.  Bonhoeffer was a German pastor, theologian, spy, anti-Nazi dissident. Bonhoeffer was captured by the Nazi's and thrown into a concentration camp. After two years of imprisonment at a work camp Bonhoeffer was moved to Flossenburg concentration camp and he was hung to his death on April 9, 1945, ONE MONTH before the end of the WWII.

A decade later a camp doctor who witnessed Bonhoeffer's death said this:

     "The prisoners … were taken from their cells, and the verdicts of court martial read out to them. Through the half-open door in one room of the huts, I saw Pastor Bonhoeffer, before taking off his prison garb, kneeling on the floor praying fervently to his God. I was most deeply moved by the way this lovable man prayed, so devout and so certain that God heard his prayer. At the place of execution, he again said a prayer and then climbed the steps to the gallows, brave and composed. His death ensued in a few seconds. In the almost 50 years that I have worked as a doctor, I have hardly ever seen a man die so entirely submissive to the will of God."


During the two years of incarceration for his treason against Nazi-Germany he wrote letters and he ministered to those in the work camp and the extermination camp.  He allowed his JOY, that comes from his salvation impact even the prison guards. 

In one of his writings he said: 

Cheap grace is the preaching of forgiveness without requiring repentance, baptism without church discipline, Communion without confession, absolution without personal confession. Cheap grace is grace without discipleship, grace without the cross, grace without Jesus Christ, living and incarnate.

Costly grace is the treasure hidden in the field; for the sake of it a man will go and sell all that he has. It is the pearl of great price to buy which the merchant will sell all his goods. It is the kingly rule of Christ, for whose sake a man will pluck out the eye which causes him to stumble; it is the call of Jesus Christ at which the disciple leaves his nets and follows him.

Costly grace is the gospel which must be sought again and again, the gift which must be asked for, the door at which a man must knock.

Such grace is costly because it calls us to follow, and it is grace because it calls us to follow Jesus Christ. It is costly because it costs a man his life, and it is grace because it gives a man the only true life. It is costly because it condemns sin, and grace because it justifies the sinner. Above all, it is costly because it cost God the life of his Son: "ye were bought at a price," and what has cost God much cannot be cheap for us. Above all, it is grace because God did not reckon his Son too dear a price to pay for our life, but delivered him up for us. Costly grace is the Incarnation of God.” 
― Dietrich BonhoefferThe Cost of Discipleship


In this time I look at the Western Church, the American church and the watered down gospel and the twisting of God's word being slung from the pulpits in an attempt of 'feel good, ear tickling' words are dowsed upon the congregants.  The church grows larger but the world grows darker?  

This is a sure indication of a problem, for we are the light! 

IF, we, you and I are faced with similar circumstances as Martin Luther and Deitrich Bonehoeffer would we be willing to give up our lives, even unto death?

That's the QUESTION:

ARE WE WILLING?  

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