The Tasking -a dream???

The Tasking

Copyright 2007

I was trying my hardest to genuinely pray, rather than mouth any further empty words. The thought came to me that there was a sense of peace in the room. A swelling in my heart which leaked out of my eyes began to get my attention. I had been through so many "spirit-filled" adventures that I began to suspect my imagination of sliding backwards into one of those times when I (along with my prayer partners) pretended to have heard from God.

It dawned on me that there is a way to determine whether this was real or not. If I had no unconfessed sin in my life and had blocked my enemy specifically through prayer then there could be no occasion or opening from that direction. Either God could speak to me in my thought-life or He couldn't. If there was no way to discern where my thoughts were coming from then the whole practice of conversing with God would always be a mockery or a gamble.

I asked the Lord if He would direct my thoughts and confirm to me whether He had anything specific to say to me -personally. The earnest of the Spirit within interrupted me and I found myself thanking Him for the way He had always looked for the best in me. I heard myself talking about how sometimes others misunderstood me when I overstated my point but that He had always encouraged me to keep trying to get to the bottom of a matter and knew my real heart. Once, when my thoughts unexpectedly drifted to an ancient heartache, my mouth began singing. "Oh, the deep, deep love of Jesus..."

After I overcame my initial surprise, I stopped the song and asked the Lord why this was happening. The thought immediately came that I was to focus on Him and not on anything which threatened to sabotage our conversation.

"You have been asking me for something to do. I have an assignment for you."

The words came to me naturally as I fell asleep. It was as if my spirit had been in the middle of a long and interesting discussion with my Father for hours and I, sleepily, was only beginning to comprehend what was taking place.

"You need to go though a refining process in preparation for this assignment. You have learned much that is true but it is time that these things were fitted into their proper place. You have learned to be on guard against your self but this cannot be complete without testing. The assignment is very difficult and demands all of your attention. In order to insure that you will not be able to rely on your own understanding, I am sending you (as I often do with those who are called ministering spirits and are your fellow servants) into a universe far away. In order to help you to focus, you will be surrounded by thick darkness but I will be with you always."

"I will send you to one who has discovered that there is no god such as men have made. He started by thinking that he was more honest than others because he knew the universe would have no meaning if it was ruled by an angry, egotistical, unjust, capricious god who excuses His chosen ones and torments others. He reasoned it would be better to take his chances in hell rather than with such a ruler."

"At one time, he knew in his heart that I was ready to meet him but thought the puzzles of life so interesting and demanding that he would put off getting acquainted until later."

"He now imagines himself to be very wise. This one has used his discovery to excuse his selfish life. Your assignment is to agree with him that there is no such god. Ask him if there might be a possibility that there is a God who has been misrepresented. Ask him if he has done a thorough search into the question. Ask how he would feel if he were being misrepresented. Don't try to PROVE anything to him, that's My job.

I heard myself asking, "Is that all I am to say?"

"I am sending you to live before this one in such a way that he will see who I really am. He must see that I am not what men think I am (Psalms 50:21). YOU will be the proof that there must be something, somewhere, which gives life meaning."

I was heavily impressed with the task and quietly asked how I was to proceed.

"There are certain baptisms you must experience before you are ready. First, you must be surprised and ambushed by your enemy in order to prepare you to walk circumspectly. Your 'little vacations from God after each victory' (as you like to call them) must become a thing of the past."

"Next, you must see what you are and how easily you can stumble (and how far this might be measured) without abiding in Me. You must see what your heart would be like if you thought my back was turned, or if I seemed disinterested. Further on, you must be betrayed and suffer great injustice quietly if you are going to follow in my footsteps."

"Finally, I will teach you what the meaning of the word 'glory' is. After all these things, I will send you to certain others (I leave it to you to determine where they need to start) who need to see these things demonstrated in a real life. I am preparing you in this way so that you may be able to teach others to follow this path."

I felt as if He and I had been talking for hours and that awakening and going through the day was nothing more than a chance to continue the conversation by living in it. The first thing that popped into my head was whether I was going to be carried away like Ezekiel or if all these things were to be considered in the same manner that a man ponders over a dream, even as it is flying away. I had the distinct impression that I was not to be concerned about the fulfillment of these things but was, for the present, only to do the next thing that came to hand.

My daily work and fellowship with my family and others was filled with a strange new energy which I could not explain. I was on the alert for every contact I had with others, waiting for some sign that my assignment was beginning. That night I fell asleep as one who had truly entered into a kind of death. I saw myself walking on a tangible darkness. It was bumpy and I felt that the place had distinct areas which were concave while others were convex.

At first, I felt suffocated by the darkness because it hovered and clung to me and moved with me as I walked. It will sound strange, but this darkness had some sort of dull form of what could be called light. Somehow I could see the shape and form of the dark as I walked with no visible light. It may be best to explain it as similar to what is seen through night-vsion goggles. I pushed against it and it came back at me as if it were a wall of sponge. I spoke calmly, "I'm here Lord."

"I have been walking alongside you. Did you feel as if you had bumped into me?"

After a pause, I replied, "I knew you were somewhere and I was just waiting for what was next."

His voice was very soothing to me. "You have done well so far."

A flush of joy came over me that I was pleasing to the Lord so early in my journey. My next sensation was that my body was moving rapidly over some black, rolling hills, made of the same spongy material. I felt that I was being drawn into a specific destination point at the end of the darkness. Suddenly, the thought came to me that the one I was being sent to was just ahead and that I was not ready. Wasn't there supposed to be some sort of test first?

A great heaviness, a sense of having already failed swallowed me up. Nothing like this had ever happened in my relationship with the Lord before. I was in unexplored territory. I felt it would only be honest to admit my pride in being chosen for the task at hand and my unworthiness to have such conversations with Almighty God. It slowly came to me that this was another of my vain imaginations, probably patterned after some story I had heard. It was a bitter pill but at least I would be honest with myself and confess my pride and self-importance to God and wait for the reproof which would follow.

Once I had gotten this far in my thinking I gradually saw that my whole life and so-called "ministry" was in fact a huge joke. Better men than I had done more with less. Others were dying for Christ in remote parts of the world and I had presumed to be useful. The facts stood out very plainly now. I was able to see what a miserable thing it is to fall into such a trap of "doing" something for Christ. Wasn't this another way of attempting to be saved by works? After all, if I were such a prized possession of the Lord, why were others in the ministry set up for life while my family had to cry out for daily bread?

Wasn't there something to the fact that God had removed material blessings? Perhaps it was time to admit that the sins of my forefathers were being visited. There could be no doubt but that we were cursed. Once a family is cursed there is no way around it. When God said, "...to the third and fourth generation," he meant it.

Like a bolt of lightning I saw a picture in the darkness of myself in a room. It was a freeze-frame from long ago of something despicable which I had done. Weakly, I spoke to the darkness, "But I thought those days were under the blood of Christ." Like a shot the thought came back to me, "That may be, but what does this reveal except who you really are and what you are capable of? You always were a sneaky sort, ready enough to look good when someone was watching."

My body had slowed and stopped on top of one of those humps seen previously. I took a step forward on my own strength and began to despise myself. After a few personal insults and whippings of my own back I fell on my face and cried out to the only One I knew who could tell me what to think.

"Didn't I give you fair warning that you would be ambushed?"

I heard myself mumble, "Oh my Father. I'm so ashamed that my enemy was able to play his old, worn-out tricks on me yet again!"

In a matter-of-fact tone of voice came the reply, "You see it. See now, your lips have been touched (I felt something touch them) and this also has been taken away. By the way, who are you really? Are you the sort of person your enemy says you are? What is your name?"

I seemed to speak as if I were a newborn baby whose mind was on the verge of adult thinking but not so far yet. "Please, Lord I have forgotten who I am. Do I have a name?"

"You have always had this name in my mind." He showed me a small, white stone with a name written on it. "Here, keep it. Only you and I will know of it."

I was grateful to have such a name from my Father and to have a secret with Him. I slipped the stone into my pocket and a gentle warmness was in it.

Again he asked me, "Who are you really?"

I found that hot tears were rolling down my cheeks."Father, I don't know who I am. I don't know anything, but I know that you know me and I trust you with that which I don't know."

"That is what we are here to find out." came the answer. Have I never given you anything to measure such questions with?"

I knew instantly what was meant. I quoted loosely from the sixteenth Psalm, "Doesn't it say somewhere that we are your bright and shining ones in whom is all your delight?"

I sensed then that He was pulling my head gently against His shoulder. Nothing needed to be said. I knew my true name and I knew who I was. He pulled away from me a step and looked, smiling, into my face. "Are you ready for the next thing you must do?"

"It comes to me that I need to gird up the loins of my mind to carry the Scriptures with me closely now. I only really know whatever you wish to show me. Anything else might come from my imagination."

"Good answer! I will close your eyes now and you will see what could be and you will decide what to do about it."

Even as He was speaking a subdued feeling came over me. Perhaps it was like the anesthetics we are given during surgery. I watched as vivid pictures randomly floated by. Out of one scene there emerged a hazy form of a beautiful woman who appeared to be in some sort of trouble. Her beauty was very powerful and seemed almost to strike me. She looked at me and her eyes showed that we understood each other. I was a Christian and she was a lady in distress. She knew that I would always behave as a gentleman and could trust me with her life and her troubles.

She thought into me the fact that she wasn't as far along in Christ as I was but wanted so badly to learn more of him. She asked me to look deeply into her eyes and see if there was anything impure or unholy. She caused me think of an innocent child who needed my help and was wiling to place her life in my hands. Indeed, she had no one else to turn to. If I would not help her then there was nothing left but misery and eternal separation from the wonderful god she had heard of.

The idea came to me that I was being sent to an atheist and was supposed to tell this atheist something which I could not remember at the moment. I "saw" that this must be part of the preparation or perhaps this was the very one I was being sent to! I did not recall that I was told it would be a man. I thought into her mind that I had been sent to her and would not fail to help her since the Lord himself had sent me across her path.

She blushed a little, then recovered herself and confided in me all manner of secrets. There were hurts and doubts and a lot of problems which centered around her despising herself and the way she looked. I began to think of a way to tell her that there was nothing wrong with the way she looked when it occurred to me that it might be taken as flattery. I shamefacedly said something about how I couldn't agree with these thoughts she was having.

I found myself telling her my life story and how I had had many such problems and thoughts against myself but had learned how to deal with them. I'm sorry to say this was all said in a tone and manner which could have just as well been used when discussing how to run an electric appliance. There was no life in what I said and only some distant allusions to Scripture.

She began to cry with such a look of appreciation on her face that I moved closer to the picture in order to console her. I told her that I felt I had known her all my life and that I would do anything to help her. She broke down completely at this point and (I notice a split-second flash of something in her eye) asked if she could be allowed to show me her appreciation in all sincerity.

I instantly knew what she meant and found myself noticing such things as how the strange form of light I had been using was gone and that the darkness seemed very close and blanketing around us. Without giving myself time to think about the matter, I leaned toward her as I turned my cheek. I told myself that I would later be able to instruct her from the Scriptures but for now she wasn't ready. I heard her say something (whispering now) about how it would be worth anything to her to have a man like me near her, even if only as friend and teacher. She only wished that it would be possible to kiss me as a sister would. She wondered what I thought of her.

I told her that I belonged to Jesus Christ and was sorry if I had given her some grounds for assuming... She interrupted me by thinking into me how beautiful and innocent she was. She had no ulterior motives, only gratefulness for my concern over her. All she wanted to do was find a way to thank me. The thought came to me that there could be nothing wrong with accepting a peck on the cheek, something like the slight hugs I'd endured after church some evenings.

As fast as thought it was done and now she looked as if we were old friends who had been caught doing something wrong and needed to stick together. I saw that she wondered if god would forgive people if they did something bad "just once" and never intended to do it again. Wouldn't it be worth it to take the chance of a lifetime? Who knew if we would ever see each other again? This god was said to be a forgiving god and one who understood our weaknesses.

Her life had been so full of misery, all she wished for was one single moment of happiness and then she would be able to bear to go on as before. I looked around and could "see" that my Father was nowhere near.

"Perhaps he had to go somewhere for a few minutes?" she seemed to say. The thought came to me that this was a split-second chance to do something that I knew was wrong but that it could be forgiven later and a chance like this may never come to me again.

"It's no good. The Lord is everywhere and sees everything. I can hide nothing from Him." I heard myself talking as if I were a robot.

"Then, let him watch. You already know he will understand and forgive anything." she pleaded. "I will love you like you could never have imagined if you only would let me."

I moved even closer to the picture frame. My mind began to explode. I would do the unthinkable and get it over with! Once I had got this far, my eyes stared as her face began to alternate with the face of a pig.

"I don't care," I told myself, "it's all an illusion anyway. I'm going to just get it over with and then I will be free from this torture."

Her face drew closer to mine and added the image of a demon to that of the pig.

I will confess that I only became more stubborn. "I'll wait until the girl-face comes around again and act quickly before I become any more disgusted with all this. Oh, my God help me! I wish I were what I want to be instead of what I am. I am sick with my sin and helplessness. I want to stand before you like a true man but I ..."

The soft fold of His robe and shoulder against my face distracted me from my thoughts. I knew that He had me back and that I was made of dust.

"Do you see what you could be?"

My only answer was more tears and a slight nodding of my head, brushing the stream against His robe.

"I know what you want to be. I also know that you must be healed of this very kind of thing. What do you think of it all?" He spoke slowly and gently.

After a few minutes I was able to answer. "I never thought anything could tempt me to presume on your forgiveness. I must have a deep problem with lust and..."

"It would be the same with anger or with hatred (which is murder)" he replied.

"Lord, how can you put up with men like me? It hurts me the most to think that I thought I was ready to be tested and then to do something for You. I feel as if I need to go into the wilderness until I have seen all these things in a new light."

He looked far away from me and said, "You are there now and already seeing."

Katrina Relief

Gallagher Gazette - Katrina Relief Update - Sept. 12, 2005

We prayed that God would send us some people to minister to since we can't seem to get overseas at the moment.

The result of our prayers has been the assignment of two apartment complexes to our care. We are free to have Bible studies, door-to-door witnessing, parking lot preaching, etc. Come join us!

We assembled a team of 15 which cleaned and painted several apartments last week so that folks from Reunion Arena could move in.

Deliveries of food, clothing, beds, furniture, Bible literature and toys were made to several grateful families.

Please pray for:

Apt. Manager #1 - she is the manager of one of the apartment complexes -her husband is abusive and on cocaine. He vandalized her car the day we showed up and left a note which read: "Dear Jesus, please help me stop doing these things, I don't know why I do these things."

We are counseling with her and her husband. Your prayers will be the covering for this spiritual battle.

Apartment manager #2 - the manager has taken a couple hundred folks in from Reunion and they have nothing but bare floors. Now that we have rested up we need to clean and paint apartments at this site. She has no supplies so please let us know if you have clothing, personal items, cooking and eating utensils, diapers, beds, bedding, furniture, Bibles, etc. which we will pick up.

We are working with His Hand Ministries which has a large truck. If you can help us put gas in the truck that would be sweet! Check out their site at: http://hishandministries.org - note the Katrina Relief Resource Directory which you can use if you meet an evacuee.

Many stories -no time to type them all. Pray for Amy who we witnessed to and she took a chance and poured out her heart to us. She is fresh out of rehab and living in an abusive relationship. She is coming to church with us now and is visibly relieved to have some normalcy but we have no idea how to get her to the next stage. She, and her three kids, have nowhere to live but in her ex-husband's home with all his drug buddies and girlfriends. It is an absolute mess. We spoke with her in-laws (who are born-again) and they agree that something has to be done. Her mom is on dope and her father sexually abused her since she was small. We don't have the answers. I'm just sharing it because I feel so helpless just taking her to church and sending her back to this each day. God knows. Pray that He will show us what can be done.

Friends -I feel strongly that God is showing us all that the harvest is ripe. I've been hearing so many off-the-wall comments about why people don't feel they have to obey the Great Commission and why they aren't sure whether it is "the best thing" for us to go and tell others under the bridges of Dallas or the shacks of Jamaica.

It reminds me of my days in the Jesus Movement. I used to wander the streets witnessing and praying with people. I had a cardboard box which contained their names. Every time I would get the box out to pray and make notes, someone would say, "Here he goes again with that box." I guess I was made to do this and some people weren't -that's okay. All I can say is I have to do it or I will shrivle up into a useless being who just takes up space on the planet.

God is showing us all that the time for yackety-yak about the finer points is past. There are people who have nothing who need our help immediately. If this is not your thing then please pray for us that God will give us wisdom. If you have been asking Him for something to do for Him -then please join us. Contact us at: jimmy@stoplooklistenbible.com or 972-524-1350.

Your Servant in Christ,
Jimmy G.
Dan. 12:3

If you are looking for somewhere to send a donation that will really count -every dime will go directly to Katrina victims at: http://www.stoplooklistenbible.com

The Bible Marker Club: Chapter 3 - Questions and Answers

Chapter 3 - The Bible Marker Club: Questions and Answers

Copyright 2005, Support and More, LLC

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Sergeant Wisner snapped open his cell phone cover.

“Nimrod.”

“EHP1565 reporting.”

“Whatcha’ got?”

“Brief signal at 0700 hours this morning sarge. We didn’t have all our equipment in place but are now ready for triangulation.”

“What’s your best guess?”

“We know we are sitting within in a two or three mile radius of the oscillator, sir. In the past, sir, we’ve gone door to door.”

“Well, we might have to do that but Lieutenant Tanger wants this one real bad and doesn’t want to spook ‘em. So just stay put until further orders.”

“Roger that. Our next report will be at 1700 hours.

Sunday morning found the kids back at it again. Vanessa had stayed up late doing some testing.

“Well, guys, I think I’ve got it but it means we have to do a little planning ahead if we want to use this thing.”

“What I’ve done is add another oscillator through the old USB port…”

“PLEASE don’t give us the techie version!” Jimbo joked through clenched teeth.

“O.K., suffice it to say that now I’M pinging them and have multiplexed our signal, using my cell phone, to hit all the local towers in short bursts.”

“You just can’t help yourself, can you?” Squeaky laughed as she said it.

“Sorry guys, bottom line –unless we stay on the NET for longer than 5 minutes they’ll never figure out where we are. And when I disable the NET we can use it all we want to.! This thing is really cool. I’ve been asking it a bazillion questions ever since I took it home last night.

Squeaky put her hands together in a “T” for timeout.

“I wanna ask it a question.”

“O.K., go for it.

“Who is Lord Jesus Christ?”

“Nimrod control.”

“EPH1565 here.”

“What’s the latest?”

“Sarge, have you looked at the log this morning?” The signal is now coming from everywhere and anywhere within a 150 mile radius.”

“So your equipment is buggy, what else is new?”

“Sir, we’ve tried three brand-new units. It’s not our equipment.

“Stay put. I’d better get the lieutenant on the line.”
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THE LORD JESUS CHRIST IS THE SON OF GOD.

THIS INFORMATION WAS ERASED FROM THE NET IN 2008 UNDER THE DIRECTIVE OF C.H. AFTER SHE TOOK CONTROL OF OUR GOVERNMENT. THIS IS THE SAME YEAR THAT THE U.S.A. WAS RECONSTITUTED AS EVERLAND IN THE FAMILY OF NATIONS.

THE RETICULATOR WAS DESIGNED TO ANSWER YOUR QUESTIONS AND THE TRUTH ABOUT GOD’S WORD.

“Awesome! Ask it who GOD is!” Barney suggested.

ACCORDING TO THE BIBLE, GOD CALLS HIMSELF, “I AM”

HE HAS ALWAYS EXISTED AND IS THE CREATOR OF ALL THINGS.

HE IS THE ONLY GOD. LOGIC TELLS YOU THAT IF THERE WERE MORE THAN ONE GOD THERE WOULD BE A WAR BETWEEN THEM AND THE WINNER WOULD BE THE GOD OF ALL THINGS.

GOD CREATED EVERYTHING PERFECTLY BUT ONE OF HIS ANGELS, NAMED LUCIFER, REBELLED AGAINST HIM AND LED ONE THIRD OF THE ANGELS TO JOIN HIS REBELLION.

LUCIFER IS NOW CALLED SATAN OR THE DEVIL. HE IS STILL WAGING WAR AGAINST GOD. NOT BECAUSE HE THINKS HE CAN WIN BUT SO THAT HE CAN DECEIVE MEN AND CAUSE THEM TO JOIN HIS REBELLION.

Vanessa hit the pause button.

“Y’know, I’ve been trained by computer logic to detect flaws in an argument and I’ve gotta say that this all makes a lot of sense to me. Especially since we know our schools and government don’t want us to know about this.”

“Now ask it what a Holy Bible is,” said Jimbo.

THE BIBLE IS GOD’S WORD. THINK ABOUT IT. IF GOD HAS ALL POWER THEN HE SHOULD BE CAPABLE OF SEEING TO IT THAT MEN HAVE A WAY OF KNOWING WHAT HE EXPECTS OF THEM.

HE HAS CAUSED HIS LAWS AND PLANS FOR OUR LIVES TO BE WRITTEN INTO THIS BOOK.

Barney chomped down hard on the weed he was chewing.

“This is all blowing my mind. Lotsa things I’ve wondered about are beginning to make sense. Why else would the powers-that-be keep this from us?”

Vanessa responded enthusiastically, “Well, like I said, I’ve been up half the night asking questions. Check this out.”

“Did we come from monkeys?”

CHARLES DARWIN INTRODUCED THIS THEORY IN 1859. HE WROTE “THE ORIGIN OF SPECIES” –THE FULL TITLE IS “THE NATURAL SELECTION OF THE FAVORED SPECIES” WHICH WAS USED TO PROMOTE HIS IDEAS AS FACTS.

MEN WERE EAGER TO USE THIS THEORY TO EXCUSE THEIR SINS. FEW PEOPLE KNOW THAT DARWIN WAS A RACIST AND CONSIDERED WOMEN INFERIOR.

SEVERAL MONKEY SKELETONS WERE FAKED UP BY SCIENTISTS TO PROMOTE THE IDEA THAT THERE WAS A “MISSING LINK” OR A CREATURE WHO WAS HALF MAN AND HALF MONKEY.

NEBRASKA MAN WAS MADE INTO A “SCIENTIFIC” DISCOVERY WHICH WAS LATER FOUND TO BE DESIGNED TOTALLY FROM A SINGLE PIG’S TOOTH.

JAVA MAN WAS PROMOTED AS THE ULTIMATE PROOF OF A MISSING LINK WHILE A HUMAN SKELETON A FEW YARDS AWAY (IN THE SAME STRATA) WAS IGNORED.

PEKING MAN WAS LATER PROVEN TO BE A MONKEY’S SKULL.

LUCY WAS ANOTHER SPECIMEN WHICH WAS KEPT FROM PUBLIC VIEW FOR YEARS. THE KNEE OF A NEARBY MONKEY SKELETON WAS ADDED TO LUCY BECAUSE THE DISCOVERER FELT LIKE “IT JUST FIT THERE.”

EVEN AFTER THESE FAKES WERE EXPOSED THEY MYTERIOUSLY REMAINED IN SCHOOL TEXTBOOKS FOR DECADES AND ARE STILL DISPLAYED AS FACTUAL EVIDENCE IN ALL MATERIAL PUBLISHED ON THIS TOPIC.

“What’s a textbook?” Squeaky popped the question to the whole group as she looked around with a puzzled face.

Vanessa picked up the little Bible.

“I think it’s something like this Bible you found. People used to read things without a prompter or any kind of machine.”

Barney offered his opinion that all this was “cool” but wanted to know, “How can we know the Bible is true?”

GOOD QUESTION. THE BIBLE SAYS THAT EVERY TRUTH IS ESTABLISHED BY THE MOUTH OF TWO OR THREE WITNESSES. Matthew 18:16

IF ANY MAN WILL DO HIS WILL, HE SHALL KNOW OF THE DOCTRINE, WHETHER IT BE OF GOD, OR [WHETHER] I SPEAK OF MYSELF. JOHN 7:17

ALL SCRIPTURE [IS] GIVEN BY INSPIRATION OF GOD, AND [IS] PROFITABLE FOR DOCTRINE, FOR REPROOF, FOR CORRECTION, FOR INSTRUCTION IN RIGHTEOUSNESS: 2 TIMOTHY 3:16

THESE THINGS HAVE I WRITTEN UNTO YOU THAT BELIEVE ON THE NAME OF THE SON OF GOD; THAT YE MAY KNOW THAT YE HAVE ETERNAL LIFE, AND THAT YE MAY BELIEVE ON THE NAME OF THE SON OF GOD. 1 JOHN 5:13

ARCHAEOLOGY, SCIENCE, HISTORY ARE JUST A FEW OF THE MANY WITNESSES THAT VERIFY THE TRUTH IN THE BIBLE. THERE HAS NEVER BEEN A FACT FROM ANY OF THESE DISCIPLINES WHICH SHOWS THE BIBLE TO BE IN ERROR.

THE MOST IMPORTANT WITNESS IS GOD’S SPIRIT. HE PROMISED TO GUIDE YOU INTO ALL TRUTH IF YOU WILL REPENT OF YOUR SINS AND CONFESS THAT JESUS CHRIST IS THE SON OF GOD AND THAT HIS DEATH ON THE CROSS WAS PAYMENT FOR THE PENALTY OF YOUR SINS.

“Whoa, there pardner! What’s a sin and what ain’t a sin?” Barney asked in an exasperated tone of voice.

“And another thing, how can someone who died be God? If there’s a God how could he ever die?”

Vanessa was concerned about keeping the machine on too long.

“Well, I sure don’t have all the answers but I’ll bet the Reticulator does!” she said while reaching for the power button.

Jimbo stood up, his head bumping the ceiling of the little tree house.

“I’ve got something to say. First, we can all see we’ve got something powerful here. Second, we know someone is trying to track us and probably doesn’t want us to have this gadget. Third, it sounds like ought to use it sparingly or our parents are going to wonder what we’re up to.”

“I move we convene an official meeting of the TreeHouse Club and vote on where to go from here.”

Barney turned the box he was sitting on up on its end and stood behind it.

“Hear ye, hear ye. The honorable TreeHouse Club is called to order.The secretary will now give us the reading of the minutes for last week’s meeting.”

Squeaky stood up and looked around mournfully.

“We talked last time about whether it was right to use our electric fence on the neighbor’s dogs to keep them from killing our chickens. Everybody agreed but me. I still think there’s gotta be a way to teach the dogs without hurting them.”

Jimbo shouted her down.

“Let’s not start all that again. I move we accept the minutes as given by the secretary.”

“So moved. Any seconds?”

“Seconded.” Vanessa offered.

“O.K., are there any other issues to be voted on at this time?”

Jimbo’s hand shot up.

“I move that we limit our use of the Reticulator to one hour a day and not use the NET unless absolutely necessary.”

“So moved and seconded. Anything else?”

Squeaky reached over and picked up the little Bible from the treehouse railing.

“Just from what I’ve heard today I think we oughta try to read some of this Bible book and see if it has anything else to say. Oh, and let’s keep this all a secret because it sounds like we’re in big trouble if anyone finds out what we’re up to.”

The meeting was adjourned and the kids all went their separate ways. No one noticed as a white van with a revolving antenna floated slowly past the house.

The Bible Marker Club - Chapter 2 - The Watchers

Chapter 2 - The Bible Marker Club: The Watchers

Copyright 2005, Support and More, LLC

Somewhere in the ether cloud which surrounded EverLand, a soft blue prompter screen began to glow.

NIMROD CONTROL CENTER
LOG OPENED

ACTIVE TARGET DISCOVERED

EVERLAND, BLUE DISTRICT
NEAREST PRINCIPALITY: POETRY VILLAGE

COORDINATES: NORTH 32 DEGREES 50.500’ WEST 96 DEGREES 15.996’
ELEVATION: 657’
ACCURACY: 31.4 %

NIMROD CONTROL CENTER
LOG CLOSED

“Looks like we’ve got a rebel oscillator on the log, sir!” The Nimrod operator pointed to the flat screen in front of the semi-circle of consoles.

“Good catch, Wisner. I’m getting real tired of these things scrolling off the log.” Lieutenant Tanger leaned over the console and scribbled some notes on a pad.

“Let’s get a crew down to that area pronto and see what we can pick up.” He smiled to himself. “Y’know, some of these folks are pretty talented but most of them aren’t aware of the backup IFR in these older CPUs. They probably think nobody’s tracking them.”

“Yep, the bad guys always lose in the end.” Wisner quipped. “You’d think their god would help them to play smarter than that since he’s supposed to be so all-powerful.”

Tanger looked at him with a blank stare. “Well, whoever is running this one has all the bells and whistles. When we catch up with them I’d like to have a closer look. Can we ping them or is the signal too weak?”

“I’ll give it a try, sir.” Wisner tapped a few keys and just had time to hit the capture button before the signal disappeared.

All I can tell you, Lieutenant, is that the login said “Jimbo” but it’s gone now.

As soon as the sun was up, Squeaky and Jimbo made a beeline for their backyard treehouse. Jimbo couldn’t wait to boot up the Reticulator and ask some more questions.

“Wait!” Squeaky said, grabbing his arm. “I think we oughta ask Vanessa to take a look at this thing first. I’ve been thinking… y’know how Robbie Smaller got in trouble at school a while back for hacking into his prompter? How did they know he was hacking? They must have ways of doing things that we aren’t s’posed to know about. What if someone knows we’re using this thing? What if Grandpa didn’t program it?”

Jimbo scratched his head, took off his baseball hat and put it back on. “You may have a point there. But if anyone’s tracking us they will have to deal with me when I catch them.”

Within the hour, the four original members of the TreeHouse Club were all present and accounted for. Vanessa was the club’s computer geek and Barney supplied the cowboy element to round out the group. As Jimbo explained what he could about the Reticulator, Vanessa was busily punching keys.

“Here, try the headset.” Jimbo plugged it in while Vanessa held it in her hand and tried speaking a few simple commands into the mic.

VOCAL PATTERN NOT RECOGNIZED
LOGGING OFF

“Wow! Pretty sophisticated for an old machine!” Vanessa handed the headset back to Jimbo with a flourish.

“Yeah, I guess you’d better let me log back in. Maybe you can take over from there on the keyboard.”

Vanessa ran her fingers over the keyboard like a concert pianist. Her face quickly turned into a frown as she typed.

Start>Settings>Control Panel>Administrative Tools>Event Viewer

“Someone’s been pinging us!” she screamed.

“What’s pinging ya’ll? How come nobody tells me anything?” asked Barney.

“It means this box has a wireless connection to the NET and an IFR chip in it. I thought your Grandpa was supposed to be a real hacker but he missed this one,” said Vanessa. “Do you know what will happen if we are caught with this thing?”

Jimbo tried to sound like he knew something about the law but all he could offer was, “I’ve always been told that were are not s’posed to use any prompters other than the ones at school. Mr. Baldwin said it was because in the old days some bad guys would do bad things to little kids using the NET.”

Barney chimed in, “Yep, and that ain’t all. My prompter told me about rebels who have their own satellite system and have an underground network of people who want to take us back to the dark ages.”

“What was it like back then?” asked Squeaky.

Vanessa looked at her condescendingly. “Well, women couldn’t vote and they had to have babies whether they wanted to or not.”

Squeaky shot back, “I read somewhere that if a kid was born with a defect they kept them alive somehow and had special hospitals for them like prisons. I’m glad there are no deformed kids nowadays.”

“Hold up a minute ya’ll. Remember how we learned that EverLand used to be split up into states instead of districts? Everybody wanted something different and nobody got anything they wanted.” Barney took a long weed out of his mouth to offer his comment and then stuck in back in with a twinkle in his eye.

Vanessa looked at each member of the group. “Since you are my best friends I’m going to tell you something. I’ve been doing some hacking of my own and I’m not sure everything we’re being told in school is honest.”

“Don’t tell anyone or I’ll be in big trouble but I’ve been on a couple of rebel sites lately. They say things about people being frozen in big machines until a cure is discovered to change their behavior. These rebels are supposed to be bad guys but who knows what to believe?”

“That’s the whole point. Who knows what to believe?” Jimbo offered.

Squeaky shuddered and rubbed her arms. “I’m scared. Whatever is going on is not good.”

Vanessa put her hand on Squeaky’s shoulder. “And from what I’ve been told about your grandfather he was just the kind of guy we need right now. Someone who could’ve told us what’s going on. This Reticulator is a goldmine. If we can just figure out how to use it without getting caught.”

“What am I saying? We’ve got to turn that thing off quick before someone triangulates our position! Anybody got a pocketknife?”

Barney flipped the sheath cover on his big cowboy belt. “Does a cowboy wear boots? Careful, that blade is slicker than a hounds tooth!”

In a minute Vanessa had the laptop apart and was tracing the chip logic with a pencil.

“It’s got an extra IFR chip disguised as an accelerator. My guess is that your Grandpa disabled the first IFR but never noticed the disguise.”

“O.K., now you’re getting too techie with us. What’s the bottom line?” Jimbo said.

“I don’t know. I’ve got to think it over. I can write a routine to disable the IFR but I’d sure like to use it to find out who is spying on us first.”

How the Bible Marker Club Began - Star date 2033

We’ve opted this month to introduce an adventure story which our family has been working on. The goal is to raise the issue: why do we need to study the Bible thoroughly?

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The Bible Marker Club: Beginnings

Copyright 2005

Support and More, LLC

Star date: 2033.1.24

After the time the time of reconstitution, the old-fashioned region formally known as U.S.A. was transitioned to the region of EverLand. The states were changed to districts. This is the story of how a group of kids discovered a banned book and the Bible Marker Club was born.

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“Jimbo! Mom says we gotta get back home before dark or Daddy will be worried about us!” Squeaky was shouting up the winding attic staircase, the last place she’d seen Jimbo.

“O.K., tell her I’m coming. I just know Grandpa left us something up here and I’m gonna find it!” yelled Jimbo.

Squeaky climbed the stairs slowly and lowered her voice, “What makes you think Grandpa left us something ? We haven’t been allowed to see him since we were little.”

“Don’t you remember the last time we saw him? He said that if anything ever happened to him there would be something we needed waiting for us at his house.” Jimbo was talking quietly too. It was as if they both knew mom wouldn’t approve of this kind of talk about Grandpa.

The two of them began opening old boxes and bags of junk. After awhile they could hear mom calling from downstairs. Her voice didn’t sound very happy.

“We better give it up and try to come back some other time” whispered Jimbo. As they tiptoed their way to the little attic doorway, Squeaky tripped her feet up on a loose board.

“Jimbo, let’s go. I almost fell through the ceiling and mom’s already mad.”

“Wait a minute! There’s something under this floor.” Jimbo pried the boards loose carefully until the corner of a well sealed box began to show.

“Hey look! It says, “For Squeaky & Jimbo from Grandpa” he yelled as he pulled the box out from under the flooring. “I knew Grandpa never forgot us, no matter what our prompters say!”

Mom’s loud voice at the bottom of the stairs jolted them back to reality. “What are you kids doing up there? For the last time, it’s time to go!”

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As their hover-van floated down the airspace, mom snapped occasional words over her shoulder. “What’s in the box? Didn’t I tell you we don’t have room for any more junk?”

“There was a note on it from grandpa. He left it for US!” Squeaky chirped.

“Well, your father may not be very happy about it considering all we’ve been through lately.” Their mother was being intentionally misleading since the children were not old enough to understand the modern laws and were better off thinking that their grandfather had a heart attack.

“You’d better open that box now, before we get home.” She scolded.

“Wow, look at this! It’s an old-fashioned prompter!” Jimbo whooped, as he tore open the box.

“They called those ‘laptops’ when I was a little girl.” Mom offered the information in a condescending tone, “They aren’t powerful enough for anything much nowadays. Just to be sure, we’d better let Daddy take a look at it when we get home.”

When they arrived, Jimbo went straight to his bedroom and turned on Grandpa’s gadget.

The screen immediately lit up with a message.

“Kiddos, congratulations on finding my gift. I have worked on setting this machine up for you for many years. Since I can’t be sure who might get their hands on my project I have built in a password protected area so that the machine looks like a normal computer until you log into what I call the ‘Reticulator.’”

“Reticulator is a fancy name for the part of the brain which helps you to concentrate on something. It relates everything you see to the subject you are thinking about until you have all the answers you need on that topic.”

“The following password hint will disappear, along with this greeting after you answer the following question: what was the name of the dog I had around the farm when you were little kids?”

“Type in the dog’s name and I will be praying that God will guide you into all truth as you experiment with the Reticulator. I have missed you terribly but have total trust that God will take care of you and bring you to Himself. I love you with all my heart and remember that the Lord Jesus Christ showed His love for you by His death on the cross.”

Jimbo quickly typed “Leroy” into the password slot and the screen went blank. A voice which sounded like it was inside the laptop said; “Please use the headset supplied to insure privacy. Welcome to the Reticulator! The Reticulator responds to voice or keyboard. Please enter or speak your name.”

“Where is my Grandpa?” Jimbo quickly typed on the tiny keyboard.

“The Reticulator responds to voice or keyboard. Please enter or speak your name.”

Jimbo glanced at his bedroom doorway and tested the machine. “Leroy,” he said.

“Unrecognized login. The Reticulator responds to voice or keyboard. Please enter or speak your name.”

“Jimbo.”

“Login verified. How can I help you Jimbo?”

“Where is my Grandpa?”

“The Reticulator was programmed by James L. Means for the use and protection of his grandchildren, Squeaky and Jimbo Means. Granpa means is at an undisclosed location. He is counting on your prayers for his safety and he is praying that you will discover the truth of the Bible hidden inside the case of this device. Please shutdown the Reticulator and remove the Bible quickly before the machine becomes overheated.”

The machine was quickly shutdown and a pocket-knife was used to remove the screws on the bottom. Tucked on top of the hard drive was a slim book with the words “Holy Bible” on the front cover.

After restarting the machine, Jimbo logged in and persisted with his question, “Where is my Grandpa?” After receiving the same answer several times in a row, Jimbo decided the Reticulator did not have the artificial intelligence abilities which his prompter at school had. He was just about to ask, “Who is the Lord Jesus Christ? and What is a Holy Bible?” when Squeaky bounced into the room with a loud, “Whatcha’ doing?” and a sandwich in her hand.

“Ssshhh!!! This isn’t just an old-fashioned school-prompter we have here, Grandpa set up this thing especially for me and you and it sounds like he is in trouble somewhere.”

Squeaky looked at the screen and scrolled the pages back and forth for awhile. “Hmmm, have you tried talking to it?” she whispered.

“No, I’m afraid to get mom in here. She has always said that Grandpa was a little kooky and she will take it away if she finds out what it’s for.” Jimbo looked at the door again. “Close the door and we’ll try the voice-activation.”

As soon as the coast was clear, Jimbo quietly spoke into the headset, “I want to know where my Grandpa is.”

“At the time of the last Reticulator update, James Means was aware that those who do not love the Lord Jesus Christ were searching for him. If you are reading this he is either with the Lord or in government custody at this time. The best thing you can do is to pray for him and to make sure you find everything God has for you in His Word.”

The words seemed cold and dry but Jimbo had used school-prompters enough to know that they were only designed to give the answers that were programmed into them. That meant that these words were not an educated guess of modern computer logic but an actual message from his grandfather to him and Squeaky.

“What’s all the God stuff about? Squeaky’s voice brought Jimbo out of these deep thoughts.

“Umm… I don’t know. I was just about to ask when you came in. I’m thinking Grandpa really must’ve put some thought into programming this thing for us and there must be some message he’s trying to get to us. The first thing we’ve got to know is what to do if mom and dad find out about this.”

He typed hurriedly, “Mom and Dad taught us that Grandpa had some strange ideas. How can we use this machine if they find out what it’s for?”

The screen slowly typed, “Press F12 to switch to normal mode from Reticulator mode. Press F12 to return.”

“Wow!” Squeaky yelped, “Grandpa thought of everything!”

Suddenly the door burst open with a bang. “What are you two up to in here? Your mother has been calling everyone for supper. Say, what’ve you got there? An old laptop! Was this out at the old house? Better let me take a look. Grandpa had some mighty strange ideas and we don’t need you filling your heads with any nonsense.”

Mr. Means was a professional software engineer and his hands flew over the keyboard.

Start>Run>RegEdit>Find>religion

Find>Jesus

Find>sin

Start>Run>Command

C:\>grep *.god

C:\>grep *.jesus

C:\>exit

“I guess it’s just an old Windows system. Won’t do much. All it has is the barebones tools on it. It’s a harmless toy for you guys to play with. Just let me know if you find anything weird on here, O.K.? Now let’s go eat!”

Jimbo breathed a sigh of relief that he had been able to press the panic button just in time.

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Brand new insights from Scripture!

We're proud to announce the completion of the Pastoral epistles! That's 1 & 2 Timothy, Titus and Philemon...

Here are some things we'd never seen before:

• Luther, Darby, Calvin, Polycarp, Chrysotom, Eusebius -and even the heretic Marcion all had some things to say about these letters to Timothy.

• The setting for 2 Timothy was a few months after Rome burned and this explains several things such as the disappearance of many of Paul's friends and the hard time Onesiphorus had finding him. It reads like a detective novel!

• Did you know Paul suggested Jesus stood next to him in place of a lawyer since no public defenders were willing to risk Nero's anger against this "ringleader" of accused arsonists by standing in as his attorney in this kangaroo court?

• It was interesting to find out that dozens of ancient authors confirm the deceitful nature of the Cretans in the book of Titus. By the way, what was Paul doing quoting a secular play and thereby inserting words attributed to Zeus right into our Bibles? Titus 1:12

• The legal language of Rome and the O.T. references to runaway slaves were a surprise as we re-read Philemon and saw Paul taking the position of a court-appointed lawyer -as was permitted for runaway slaves.

The entire set will be downloadable as PDFs as soon as we have time to post them.

In the meantime, what's stopping you from checking these books out and posting any insights you come across for inclusion before this batch goes to the printing press?

Several have asked how to go about posting... just study your Bible and ask the Lord to show you something which we would all benefit from and then hit "reply" and share it with the rest of us.

No flame-throwers will attack you. No one is going to say your idea was stupid. I've been studying for 34 yrs. and the Lord shows me new things every day.

If anyone DID think your idea was stupid - "no man knoweth anything as he ought...'" 1 Cor. 8:2
and "knowledge puffeth up." 1 Cor. 8:1

I'm really expecting to hear from you! We want to complete the whole Bible and have 59 books to go. It has taken us 6 yrs. to get 7 books done. PLEASE contribute -there's no way we can do this alone. This material is forming the basis of a curriculum for the preacher-boys in Jamaica who eat up everything we give them ravenously. They can't go to a Christian bookstore in the middle of the jungle and buy study guides like we can.

If you can't go then please share what you can as they are reading this and are always ready for more.

Here's one for ya' -what does it mean to "rightly divide the Word?" (2 Tim. 2:15) -so far we have the Greek rendering "cut straight or accurately" but in what way is it to be divided?

Is it saying we need to differentiate between the Law and the New Covenant? Whassupwiddat?

Your Servant in Christ,
Jimmy G.
Dan. 12:3
www.stoplooklistenbible.com

Seven Laws of Bible Study

So sorry I haven't posted in awhile but have been preparing for our trip to Montego Bay. Please pray that God will have His will done in the shack towns and little churches and clinics we will visit.

In any case, I thought I'd lay back and see what God did with the blog before I proceed. It looks like word is beginning to spread that there is a new approach to Bible study which is very thought-provoking and inviting. Many people have emailed me privately rather than posting here -these are known as lurkers. i.e., folks who don't feel the need to share their thoughts publicly or don't have the time.

To all lurkers: it is safe here! I had a large BBS in Dallas for years and then many years of tech support forums, etc. and I know how to keep "flamers" from taking over. So feel free to share your insight in a Christlike spirit and all will be well.

Having said that, it sounds like a good time to throw some more ideas out there and see what comes back. Here is how we are proposing to study the Bible and share our insights:

1. Read a chapter. Mark all repetitive words or phrases. As you do this, the Lord may reveal the main thought or purpose to you. After all, why would He repeat something so often if He wasn’t trying to stress it like a red flag?

2. Try to discover the main thought and the secondary or supporting thoughts in a passage. Paul, for example, likes to throw an idea at you and then support it with several paragraphs of illustrations or ancillary ideas.

3. Make up your mind that this chapter CAN be understood and that it DOES have something to say to you.

4. Take a look at www.stoplooklistenbible.com/cats1.htm and decide whether any of the categories open up the chapter. This may take some effort: Bible handbooks, web sites, etc.

5. The Bible is the best commentary on the Bible so ask the Lord, “Has anything like this ever happened in some other passage?”

Who else ran away from a situation?
Did anything else important happen in this geographical location?
Do the meanings of the names or words used give us a clue? Where else are these words used?

6. If I was forced to pick ONE reason why this chapter was written, what would it be?

7. What is going to change in my life because of what I have studied? What has been reaffirmed?

That’s the short version. Please pick a chapter and give this a try and let us know what happens.

Here are some brain-teasers to get you started:

How does the meaning of the word Bethesda help us understand the story behind this pool?

How many different ways has the Lord used the Mt. of Olives to reveal His purposes?

What put the idea of calling down fire into the disciple’s minds? Where were they when this thought occurred to them?

Enjoy the journey and don’t forget to report back. It’s an addicting, new way to REALLY live!

Your Servant in Christ,
Jimmy G.
Dan. 12:3

Welcome to the Wilderness!

Where shall we begin? Are you looking for a daily devotional? A thought for the day?

The most powerful people in Scripture began in the wilderness. Let's take time to be alone with God and put ourselves in a position of receiving something out of His Word. It will take a commitment.

The answer is to come apart in the wilderness until life makes sense again. My family has been to the gates of hell itself and has been sent back to share with you how we survived. It all starts with living and breathing God's Word.

That sounds like the super-spiritual talk we used to hear in the Jesus Movement but just because there is a false walk doesn't mean there isn't a real way to walk.

Plain and simple, the world needs a forum where the teachings and insights of Scripture can be discussed in a Christ-like spirit.

I'd like to introduce you to a method of Bible study which is guaranteed to make your daily Bible reading significant.

The goal is to begin an ongoing, online Bible study. We'd like to invite you to share what God is showing you in the Scriptures. Perhaps we can all converge on a passage and find categories, cross-references, applications, and textual evidence to make it come alive!

In order to do this we have to agree to play fair. Denying the deity of Christ, etc. would understandably bring a strong (but hopefully Christ-like) response but far too often today Christians are crucified by each other for the smallest deviation in beliefs.

Here are some recent examples we have heard at churches:

"Why study the Bible since we already know we are going to heaven anyway?"
"Peter never denied Christ."
"When Jesus called Himself the bread which came down from heaven it is a personal preference if you believe that He was relating this to the manna in the wilderness."
"God hates sinners."
"Baptism is what saves you and this can proven in the Greek."

Make a note of the fact that people who talk this way aren't witnessing, they aren't denying themselves, etc. but they love to debate Scripture.

A large segment of our churches are teaching the ideas of men and have placed the Scriptures beyond the reach of the "peasants" who have not studied Greek or Hebrew. As it was in the medieval days, the Bible is still chained and supposed to be opened only by the church leadership.

You will ask, "How can this be? I have a Bible and can read it anytime I want to!" If you have been taught to open this book with a pre-conceived template of extra-Biblical doctrine then it is still chained for you.

Here are The Fundamental Doctrines of Christianity:

Jesus Christ is the Son of God.

God is spirit and is manifested as three persons in one substance.

Jesus was born of a virgin.

Jesus' death on the cross was the only substitution for our sin.

Jesus rose from the dead on the third day after He was crucified.

Jesus is coming again to receive His own.

The Bible is the inerrant Word of God.

Hardened suppositions about the end-times, prescribed prayers, Christian liberty, etc. should not be mistaken for doctrines of the faith. "No man knoweth anything yet as he ought." 1 Cor. 8:2 also see 1 Tim. 6:3 for a definition of what sound dcotrine is.

Would you like to share what God has been showing you in a non-threatening environment? Do you have a question about a passage that we can all research?

Are you tired yet of reading the Bible and going to church while your life slips away with no ministry, no joy and no understanding of what you are reading? How long has it been since you led someone to Christ? How long has been since you tried to witness to someone?

One of the most vital ministries we know of today is found at www.wayofthemaster.com. These folks use the 10 Commandments to reveal to people how they have broken God's law. They have beautiful testimonies of people accepting Christ and understanding where they stand with God.

We thought it would be interesting if these methods were shared with Christians. If a Christian has a broken relationship with God, he needs someone to care enough to point it out to him. This can only be done by knowing His Word -truly KNOWING and understanding what you are reading.

There are other good Bible study materials out there -www.precept.org is the best we know of- but we have tested our methods for 34 yrs and feel God urging us to make them available. We have paid a heavy price to learn these things and want to pass them on to save someone else the trouble of wandering around as we did.

We hope that you will look at this material the same way the NET Bible (www.bible.org) has been presented -as a beta test which solicits your suggestions.

Knowing we will be misunderstood, we are launching this blog anyway in the same way Luther nailed his ninety-five thesis to the door.

We need to be men and women of the Word and to do that we need to KNOW the Word backwards and forwards. If you want to pursue that goal, welcome to the blog!

Future postings will list insights we are gaining as we continue to fill in the Stop, Look & Listen study guides found at: www.stoplooklistenbible.com.

Examples:

Rom. 8:2 - the law of the Spirit has made me free from the law of sin and death ---is it possible that Chapter 6 is the law of death and Chapter 7 is the law of sin? Does this help us put the main topics of these chapters together?

Did God embed a special insight into Mark 6:39 which refers to Psa. 23:2?

If you enjoy chewing on ideas like this -please join in and share with us what God is showing you!

Your Servant in Christ,
Jimmy Gallagher
Dan. 12:3