To go along with my last post, a friend once reminded me that Jesus Christ said whoever wants to be first should make themselves last. Jesus Christ is the first, and the last. He made Himself last, and was made first. Don't believe me? Turn to the Book of John Chapter 13, Verse 9, where Jesus Christ washes His disciple's feet. And asks them to do the same. And then think of all the times where He, the Son of God that sits on a throne above galaxies and universes with an innumerable number of angels worshipping Him at all times amidst a kingdom of beauty and treasure, made Himself low and did things that you hear about in scripture that were something you yourself would have a hard time doing. No other person that's lived could die for the sins of the world but Him. So I'll make myself last, and serve the Lord by serving everyone else, and do what no man wouldn't catch themselves doing to be worthy of Christ and the Father's name in my forehead.
James 1:23-25 Anyone who listens to the word but does not do what it says is like a man who looks at his face in a mirror and, after looking at himself, goes away and immediately forgets what he looks like. But the man who looks intently into the perfect law that gives freedom, and continues to do this, not forgetting what he has heard, but doing it--he will be blessed in what he does.
This was on the side of this blog. I suppose it's why I keep this blog, and Father's reminded me of that. Today I worked until 1 o'clock in the morning, though my shift ended at 12. I had no choice: I had to return items back to their shelves. I was just about finished with everything at about 12:45 or so, when I turned a certain corner. There were two young ladies that I used to go to high school with that were shopping, still in high school though I've graduated. I had my back to them. I heard them say, "Wait, isn't that Isaac?" Then they burst into an applause of giggles and laughs of ridicule. I said politely, "Did I hear something call my name?" I didn't receive a polite responce. They were ... disgusted by me in their own pride. They walked away quickly. I brushed it off, and went around the corner to finish finding where the item I needed to return should have gone. They thought I was following them. They walked away, hiding their faces from me, and got into the line. It was hurtful, but I did nothing wrong. Though I had to suffer all of the pain and baggage of feeling worthless, right there in the hall, I shouted, "YES!" I put my hands up in victory. Truthfully. I wouldn't go on the internet and lie. I was extremely happy that I was suffering and felt like I was about to tear up. Why? Because it is necessary for me to suffer in order for the Lord to raise me up from death to an extremely high place in His kingdom. I suffer in the name of Jesus Christ, and that's why I am working there. I'm being disciplined by Him and being purged of the pride and sinful nature that the flesh has and spirit doesn't understand how to overcome. When it was Jesus Christ's time to go to Calvary to die for my sins, Judas Iscariot His betrayer took the Roman soldiers to Him and when Judas said that this was that same Jesus Christ, they fell down and laughed. Jesus Christ suffered so much. He had to be humble. He had to be patient. He suffered all of that and the Father disciplined Him on the cross even because it was necessary for Him to suffer, not only for your sins, but to be King over all of those raised up in His defeat of death. So if those in Christ's blood suffer the same way, where might you think Christ will put them? I don't worry much. I don't work for Wal-Mart. I work for the Lord. Most of what's around me is in vain. Resting at 1 o'clock instead of being at work would have been in vain, but so is putting back all of those items. The work is in vain, but I work for the Lord, and so it's not in vain, but to the glory of God. Same with my suffering. Christ is glorified. I sow in tears. If Christ took our death and made it into eternal life, whatmore would He turn tears into? I humbley and most patiently await that day. And I'm saved by the same hope and that same faith I have that I'm able to resist the suffering and temptation by. Thank the Lord. So I'll continue to put on the armour of God, and defeat the fiery darts of the serpent. I wont be beguiled by the serpent and be made to think that I'm worthless. Am I measured by where I am in the world? By such vanities as the ink on a paycheck? No. I'm measured in God's great love. And here's where I'll show myself approved. Because even though I'm unworthy of that great love He has for me, He gives it anyway. So please don't laugh at me. I'm working.
... and I heard the sound and noises of children playing to the left of the house. I went out, eventually, to take a look at them. Mushroom kids. Tiny. After that, I then went to the kitchen window. I couldn't believe my eyes. The sky was gray, the kind of weather I could only see in England and only remember from broken childhood memories. What a beautiful sigh to see. The entire sky. And it cast its brilliance in light on everything underneath. Lovely. I pray that the Lord does another one of these the day I die here. It's stunning to see such beauty. To be reminded by the Lord of how beautiful He can make things. And to top this off, like the cherry on top of the frosting, a turtle dove sat gracefully perch on top of the highest electrical wire, watching the same beautiful sight with me.
I thank Him that I can live forever. Though the world may hate me, what God made and what He gives (life) is so beautiful... Believable... I say because saying it's unbelievable would be a poor choice of a word.
I got off of work at about 11:30. I ran over late on registers and doing go-backs with items people didn't want to put back themselves. Who could blame them...the place is huge... But, after I got off, I didn't want to come straight home. I went to the beach, and sat on a bench and watched the stars and played guitar. I only play to please God. Who is the only one that can hear me when I play exceptionally well. So I please Him rather than anyone... So there I sat alone, and two young men came out of the shadows, got into their car, and left. Then, two police cars came and looked at my car. I got up and told them who I was and they asked for my ID. I was very polite. They said not many people sit in the dark and play guitar, and they were only after people doing something shady. The park closed at 11PM, but I was out there at about 12PM. They let me off without a ticket or anything, I suppose because they could find nothing wrong with me. They sure did laugh at my driver's license picture, though. I could have been stashing drugs in my guitar or something, but I wasn't. So... I pointed out to one officer Orion's band. I told them that I just learned recognize it the other day. Pointed out Betelgeuse and Rigel. Thought it was interesting. The other officer knew where Orion was. Then a third officer came. But my record went through clean, so they let me go. Washed clean in Jesus Christ's blood. :-) The world can't find anything wrong with me if I've given up sin. No cocaine under my seat. No cigarettes or cigars on me. No shady business. Just playing guitar to please my heavenly Father. Thank the Lord I didn't get a ticket. I can't afford another one right about now.
"These are the generations of the heavens and of the earth when they were created, in the day that the LORD God made the earth and heavens," "And every plant of the field before it was in the earth, and every herb of the field before it grew: for the LORD God had not caused it to rain upon the earth" :!:
Before God made all that's been here on earth for generations since the 6 days of creation and 7th day/first Sabbath, the plants of the field and the animals and the trees all had spirits that He'd planned to make walk the earth.
Jesus Christ said, "But as touching the resurrection of the dead, have ye not read that which was spoken unto you by God, saying, I am the God of the Abraham, and the God of Isaac, and the God of Jacob? God is not the God of the dead, but of the living." Matthew Chapter 22, Verse 31 and 32.
Love is patient love is kind, love is pure of envy, vanity, and selfishness. I once had a dog that I loved so much, I called my son. We were a lot alike. I loved him a lot, and I don't have the little guy anymore. But I know that he was once alive, and all spirits that die on this cursed earth return to the Father that created it. So I have faith in what Jesus Christ said, and I know that since God loved me, I can ask Him, and when I go to where my dog went, and God raises me from death, I can ask Him to raise my dog again. Do all dogs go to heaven? They do. Along with cats, trees, mushrooms...everything that has a spirit. They may not be made in the image of God. And they may not be raised as sons of God in Jesus Christ. But God loved them enough to put them on the earth once, and He created them to love them. So if we ask Him, they can be raised again by the same One that gives life. Thank the Lord Jesus Christ for giving us an answer!
Christ spared me from the pit called gehena. Hell. Life's just a walk in the park compared to what awaited me then. I'm suffering long hours. Last night I went to sleep at 4:30 after working 8 hours and studying all night. I was on God's strength, and He kept me awake, kept satan from tempting me to fall asleep. While studying and while at the wheel driving. Today I drove to Tampa and took the exam. In Christ's good faith I know I did well because the Holy Spirit recalls all information to remembrance at the Father's will. No worries, and let tomorrow worry about itself. Tonight I worked another 8 hour shift and now I have to finish getting 8 sources for tomorrow's composition II class. Wednesday is the date of the first Chemistry examination, and so I have to ask the Lord to do again what He did on Monday. I don't do these things in vain. Christ said to His disciples that He sent out first to the Jews, "Be ye therefore wise as serpents, yet harmless as doves." The Holy Spirit inside of me and the peace of God in all I do, being clean of darkness in the blood of the Lamb, is how I'm as harmless as a dove. But the things I'm learning now will only make me as wise as serpents. So that I can defeat what they know with what God's taught me. So these sufferings... I know why I suffer. And I don't suffer in vain in Christ's name. And they're not sufferings. They're discipline. The Lord allows them to happen. Knows that I'm flapping my wings in order to learn to fly. And He's always there with hands wide open ready to catch me in case I'm knocked down. It's my heavenly Father disciplining me as a child of His holy kingdom. It's out of love. So I'll endure it faithfully. No looking back, or taking my hand from the plough. No losing my savour, but being seasoned always from above. Not wavering, staggering, backsliding, going froward, or turning my heart away. I'll...
Those that follow Christ spiritually are hard-working! Now I can say without being a hypocrit that that's true! Which is funny to say... I have a new job at Wal-Mart, now! I prayed exceptionally, and God provided it! Sent signs. My mum saw them, and she had faith and believed, and I asked Him to do His will with this job, and He did! I work there. $6.90 an hour. Not much. But... I'm going to do my best regardless of pay. I work for the Lord, not Wal-Mart.
So this is how it happened! I came straight from school and went there. It took a while to find the layaway department where the jobs were being interviewed for. Or however you phrase that sentence. I waited for maybe 20 minutes with a bunch of others, then they called another young lady and I back to the room. Then, I waited for what felt like an hour, but was probably about 30 minutes before I could get interviewed. There were 3 gentlemen. One that was particularly fond of the young lady that walked through the door with me and specifically wanted to interview her. But that aside, I sat and prayed. I asked my heavenly Father again. He doesn't like repetitiveness in my prayers to Him, but I did it because I was actually there and in the situation. And I had more faith. And so I sat and waited.
181 tiles on the ceiling. 8 video cassette holders. 7 video cassettes. 10 buttons on the DVD player. 7 air vents in the ceiling. 10 emergency fire sprinklers. 18 chairs lining the wall. 36 chairs surrounding tables in the middle of the room. 12 tables. 3 people interviewing. 8 people in the room. 4 garbage cans, 2 of them recycling bins. 2 ways in and out with exit signs above each. 2 coffee pots. 2 refrigerators. 15 flourescent lights in the ceiling. A bundle of black and yellow chords to my right. 21 stacks of paper on the table. 2 yellow stacks. 1 blue stack. One Isaac D. to be interviewed. One heavenly Father to cause it to come to pass. One Son of God to believe in. One other person to pray for me and ask that it be done on earth as it is in heaven.
And I got the job! The man recommended me for it on the form. It's contingent on my 1 other reference giving a good report, but I went through about an hour of paperwork during the interview and I just need to submit a urine sample to the hospital, and I can work. Thank the Lord! Praise the Lord!
