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DOES THOU FEAR THE LORD?

Does Thou Fear The Lord:
 
"Be Not Afraid, For I Am Always With Thee."  I Can See Why Most of Us (Me Included), Turn Our Backs On Jesus.. In Fear!  We Think We Might Have Committed Some Un-Pardonable Sin, That Makes Little Ol' Me Afraid of Lightning, or Christ' Judgement.  Once I Heard On A Radio Program Years Ago: "Would Jesus Hit A Child."  Why Certainly Thee Answer Was An Absolute No!  Though I Understand We Could Lose Our Reward with God, If We Turn Our Back On Him.. That The Bible Claims Solomon Did.  If Your Alive, and Not That The Passed On, Are Condemned.. There Is A Great Chance That God Is Truly Merciful and Has Forgiven The Evil You Might Think Your Unworthy To Look Upon Christ' Face, And Against God Only We Have Sinned.  I Don't Expect You To Offer A Bullock In Repentance, But Seek Ye The Way of The Lord.  Jesus Died, Once! and For All!  He Only Asked To Be Remembered, At The Last Supper, of A Piece of Bread, and A Cup of Wine.  That Signifies His Body and Blood (Not Human Sacrifice).  In Isaiah: "To Err Is Human," and On The Cross, He Spoke: "Father Please Forgive Him, For They Know Not What They Do."  I Hate Not Being Perfect?  But Is That Ego?  When One Matures In His Walk of Life, It Is Ego, and Most of Us Have A Lot To Be Thankful For: Christ Before Me, Christ Behind Me, Christ Above Me, Christ Below Me.. Christ Beside Me.  Yesterday I Heard Putting On Jesus, Was Like Putting On A Suit of Clothes.  He Is Our Armor and Enamored Toward Us.  The Wine Is of Cleansing, of The Sin, Mistake or Trauma (All The Same).. We Think We Committed and Can't Face Our First Love (Jesus), or Often Our Loved Ones, Even The World.  Unto The Church At Sardis: "Go Back To Your First Love."  Jesus Is Waiting To Accept You With Open Arms, "I Will Not Leave You, or Forsake You."  Can One Pray At The Tomb of The Unknown Soldier?  Well Thee Apostle Paul, Explained To The Greeks of The Temple of The Unknown God?  Paul Said His Name Is Christ, Jesus.  Now You Know Who Died For: Does Thou Fear The Lord?  "Be Not Afraid, For I Am Always With Thee."  Oh My Prodigal Son, That Was Dead, But Now Alive.. Come Back To Me.  Jesus Loves You!  I Hope You Feel Better At The Tomb of The Unknown Soldier, Now Parallel It To The One That Recognizes You!  That's Jesus.
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The Apostate Challenge: Saving God's Word

 Has Not The Lord Been Kind To Us Immigrants In The Indian Land, To Give Us A Facet of Himself, As The Great Indian Spirit of The Most High Creator (and All His Names of Endearment) That The Great Indian Spirit Is Kind and Meek, and Peaceable To Adopt Us, Like As In Thee Adoption We Cry Abba, Father.  We: Though Not To Have Our Consciences Be Preyed Upon, Were Provided With A Wise People, That Was Not of Vengeance Today, But of A Humble Heart, In The Land of Plenty.  His Land.  There Are Two Colliding Experiences In The Christian Walk and The Indian Spirit: One Is Our Eyes Will Be Made To Be Open, The Indian Is: See You, When I See You!  Our Land That We Were Adopted By, Is The Land of Plenty and Fruitful.  That Is Why We Must Take The Next Step In Smoking The Sacred Peace Pipe, or Turn Our Swords Into Plow Shares, The Indian And Christian Facets of The Supreme Being, Think In Parallels of Similar Ways To The Outcome of OPEN EYES and SEEING, That "If My People Seek My Face, I Will Dwell Amongst Them".  This Is Civilized or The Persona of Civilization.  The Swords Into Plow Shares Reminds Us That "Thou Shalt Not Kill" and God Multiplies (The Fish and Loaves) Like In The Constructive Society We Should Esteem To, and Not The Destructive Realm, We Meddle In Against Laws of Spirit, Nature and Mankind.  If The 50 Million Dead In WWII, Did Something Constructive and Not Destructive, We Might Have A Near Utopia Through The Generations Since The 1940's.  We Still Have A Chance To Change The Direction of The Sickle To The Sheave and Not To The Head of Man? or Son of Man.  The Motto of 2009 To Me, Is: "Let Us Turn Our Swords Into Plowshares."  And Be Fruitful and Multiply.  To Construct Through The Transition of The Man Being Civilized.  Will We Join Hands In The Global Village, and Grow Victory Gardens For The Safe Return of Our Country Men and Celebrate "Plenty" In Old-Fashioned Patriotic Faith, The Hands Around The World in All Good Things.  Christ's Peace Be With You, and The Fish and The Maze Plowshare, That Made America The Bread Basket, of Our Adopted Father In Facet: The Great Indian Spirit.
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HUNGER NOT and THE MIND UNDERSTANDS

NOT LONG TILL WE HUNGER:
Listening To The Radio Today and Yesterday, And A Former Candidate of The Episcopal Church.  I Found The Word Apostate, That Is Waywardness and Lucre That Is Turning The Masses Away From The Genius of The Word: "If My People Seek My Face, I Will Dwell Amongst Them."  I, In My 50 Years of Living On This Rag-Tag Planet, Have Not Found A Greater Concept of Wisdom, That Will Save Mankind.  Jesus Christ Is of The Eternal and Timeless.. "Before Abraham, I Am."  I Like, So Many Others Want Our Children To Know This Concept of THE FACE of GOD.  But, What Can One Man Do or A Community of People, or Nation or Nations.  I Remember In My Young Youth, That When Midnight Mass, Came On Television on Christmas Eve.. The Pope Would Speak, and Most of The Known World Would Listen (Like E. F. Hutton).  Fish, We Just Find Out From Okinawa Japan, Something I Discussed With My Dad Some Time Ago, Although Not Guilty, The Fish On Friday Idea, Was Brilliant (But It Became Expensive), Bring Back That Tradition vs. The Brain Decay of "Everybody Is Working For The Weekend."  It Brought Vitality To The Brain and Overcame, The Old-Fashion Effects of Wine On A Friday Night, In A Humble American Dream of The 60's and 70's.. There Was Not To Many Drunks, Because The Brain Cells and The Full Robust Ingredients of The Drink, Brought On To The Working Class, an Endorphin Rush or "Runner's High"..  This I Think Is The First Step of We The People of The Globe, To Go Back To That Traditional Fish Diet, More Than Once A Week, "God Suffer Ye Not The Little Ones."  What They Might Not of Told You About The Alzheimer's and Cancer of Japan, You Find Else-Where In The Eskimos.  But If You Look Back To The Tradition of Fish On Friday, In Shipping Port Towns, That Were For The Fish Diet, Like New Bedford, Massachusetts, That The Alzheimer's Rate Increased, And Port Towns Became Ghost Towns.. And Our American Roads Were Strewn With Drunkenness.  Hunger Not I Say: And The Fish Is The Sign of Jesus (Maybe Even Jonah In The Belly of The Whale).  Italians Celebrate Christmas Eve, With Seafood, and Sanely Prayed Their Saviour Was Born and Stayed Alert, Like The World For Midnight Mass.  If This Is Not The First Step To The Word of God, Like Thee Sermon on The Mount, Multiplying The Fish and Loaves... Then If I Say: "Let My People Think", How Can We, Without The Healthy Brain and Omega Food, That Brought Old Age and Health To The World, When We Lived In The Tradition of FISH ON FRIDAY..  or Will It Be Not Long, Till We Hunger, For The Word of Jesus Found By The Sign of The Fish.  They Were Fed, And Heard That They Were Blessed, and Did Comprehend.  "Let Him Who Has Eyes To See, and Ears To Hear."
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