Not all of us are blessed enough to recognize our haters. For me personally, several of my haters throughout life escaped detection for long periods of time because of the role they had in my life (friend or relative) or because I didn’t see anything in my life worth their enmity. I’ve since learned thatContinueContinue reading “Love for the Best Haters Ever!”
Category Archives: On the Road
Sermon: THE DANGER OF A GOOD SERMON
GET UP AND GO! Celebrate the sacrifice as if we’re expecting to go someplace. Every now and again we have to address life as if tomorrow is not good enough. Next week is not good enough. God is doing something wonderful TODAY!
Awareness of Nakedness
For a number of years on my journey, I embraced the pain of honest self-exposure. At that time, I continually made myself vulnerable in my relational interactions. Truthfully, I can’t say that my vulnerability was well-received or treated well. I can’t report that my availability was appreciated or taken advantage of in a positive manner.ContinueContinue reading “Awareness of Nakedness”
In Loving Memory of My Brother, Antoine Jones
It’s very hard to believe it’s been five years since my brother passed away. Life is just so fleeting… so elusive – especially when you don’t attend to it. It’s interesting to me that I was just summarizing the last five years of my life in terms of my spiritual growth – learning to obey,ContinueContinue reading “In Loving Memory of My Brother, Antoine Jones”
Panoramas of Israel
Here are some panoramic photos taken on my March 2012 trip to Israel. We started off in Haifa (northern Israel) where we stayed for eight days and made day trips to surrounding locales. On the slopes of the Carmel Mountains lies Haifa, capital of North Israel. Haifa is a special city due to its diversityContinueContinue reading “Panoramas of Israel”
Stand Bold Against the Spirit of the Antichrist
March 14, 2012Haifa, Israel For they are traveling for the Lord, and they accept nothing from people who are not believers. So we ourselves should support them so that we can be their partners as they teach the truth. ~ 3 John 7-8, NLT Last night, I heard a passionate message about standing firm against IslamContinueContinue reading “Stand Bold Against the Spirit of the Antichrist”
One New Man
I’m not impressed by much in life, but I am impressed by this eager desire to know more about Jesus Christ’s Israel and to learn about the people God set apart for His purposes before time began. Being part of a contingent of people from all over the world who chose to journey to Israel to learn more about God’s purpose’s for Israel and our individ
I Came for the Dream…
I’m going to speak to those who have been abused, mistreated or violated in any way because my old way of thinking came from the mindset of a victim – a captive. I was thinking and acting like someone in bondage who was desperately seeking freedom. All I could recognize was that I needed to reclaim what was taken from me. In my simplicity, I sought to redeem myself by casting what is sacred (my body) before swine (any man who is not my husband). However, the only way to keep the sacred holy is to set it apart. The sacred must remain clean and untouched by that which is unholy (anything not sanctioned by God). [follow the link to read the full article]
A Road I Must Travel Alone
I was changing. As we all do. Not only was God reworking me in a major way, I knew it was time for me go to another level. I was ready for a change, however I had no idea how monumentally drastic it would be. In 2005, when I decided to move to New York, I told my family and friends I would not be in contact for at least six months. I thought that was all the time I needed for my personal evolution. My knowledge then only scratched the surface, and it’s not much deeper now. However, after my visit to Riverside Church, I became more accepting of whatever changes were to come in my life.
How do you celebrate a life that was not appreciated during its lifetime?
My main goal for my visit was to sit and speak to my grandmother. And to pray over her. I wanted to hear in her own words what was going on with her. During the thirty-six hours between hearing of this traumatic incident and getting to her bedside, all I could think of was her life and the very real possibility of her death. What type of eulogy could she honestly receive? My heart grew heavier by the moment, not because of the circumstances leading to her hospital stay this time. No, what weighed on my heart like a stone and dragged me down into a sadness that was incredibly difficult to face is the knowledge that my Grandma Bessie has not enjoyed her life. There is no joy to be found in her.
Harvest Life 