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Two Sundays ago was Easter Sunday. And when I went to church, I expected a lesson on ressurection, love, obedience, etc. I did not expect a deliverance from unforgiveness. But God never did seem to comply with what I expected from His sermons, so why should He start now?

You see, I have battled long and hard with forgiving some incidences that happened about a year ago. And it’s not that I was being rebellious against the commandments of God. I pleaded with Him often to help me forgive. I wanted to forgive. But I was just so hurt, and so angry, that no matter how many times I tried, I couldn’t genuinly manage it.

A year ago my mind was attacked, my heart bullied, my reputation torn to shreds, my integrity placed on the line, and life became so overwhelming I almost surrendered my life. It was a time of pain I wouldn’t wish on any man. It was a time of such hopelessness and despair I almost gave up on God’s delivering power. And it took me a year and much prayer and many divine touches before I could even consider myself back on the path of true stability.

And because of all of this, I grew angry and bitter. I didn’t want to be, but when pain festers too long, bitterness is the fruit it bears. So when I asked God, why could I not forgive? He told me, Daughter, you are simply in too much pain.

So throughout this past year, God kept me on a path toward healing. He was my Docter, giving me continual doses of peace and joy, over and over, lifting me up every time I fell down. Then, gradually, my pain lessened though it did not fully heal. In time my anger diminished, though it did not fully fade. And I stayed at my Master’s feet and held on to the hem of His garmet.

And then, finally, Easter Sunday I was given the revelation I needed. Apostle Jones was preaching and He spoke about how Jesus carried not only our iniquities, but also our pain. All the hurts and sorrows that we have experienced, do experience, and will experience, He endured on the cross.

It hit my like a bag of bricks. If I am one with Christ Jesus, if my life is hidden in His, then when they hurt me a year ago, they also hurt Him. And when I was in such psychological agony that I desired death over the pain, He was there with me, bearing the sorrow at my side, as one with my spirit. My pain was His pain.

And I realized, if Christ could endure all that pain, and not only mine but many others as well, on that cross, and still cry out that man be forgiven, then I could forgive as well. And as easilly as switching on a light, I did. And as I did, I was able to release all the anger that remained inside my heart. Do I still have a bit of healing left? Yes. Some of the pain is still there. But it diminishes more and more with every passing day. It’s progress was quickened by my breakthrough on Easter Sunday and boosted by continual touches of divine healing ever since.

This is a process. And it is long. But it is also a part of a testimony. And one day soon, this testimony will be complete.


No movie captured my heart and engaged my emotions like the movie, Passion of the Christ. But now I am pleased to review a movie that not only blew my mind, but liquefied the emotions of my heart into tears running down my face as I watched Furious Love. Tears the like of which I haven’t cried since I saw Passion so many years ago. It is fitting, I think, because where the Passion left off (with the resurrection of Christ), Furious Love documents how Christ’s great passion, His mighty love, is continuing to change and save lives today.

Furious Love records Christianity where few believers dare to go. It documents Christians taking the light of God into the most darkest and horrifying places. The stories will astound you and the testimonies will humble you. If you ever heard a song or statement that has the words “Lord, break my heart for the things that break Your heart,” and you prayed that as a prayer, God will answer as you watch this movie.

The documentaries in this movie will take you across the world and into the lives of people delivered from demonic power as well as souls walking the streets and selling their bodies for money they desperately need. Furious Love will take you into the eye-opening story of a young woman delivered from a disturbing cult where she was raised to be (literally) a bride of Satan. Then the movie continues with an amazing account of a few Christians who enter a large gathering of witches and warlocks looking for a “fight” and leave with a powerful lesson about God’s grace, mercy, and incredible love.

Love. How far can it extend? How deep can it reach? The movie begins with this question, and concludes with a most sobering answer.

 1 Now after Jesus was born in Bethlehem of Judea in the days of Herod the king, behold, wise men from the East came to Jerusalem, 2 saying, “Where is He who has been born King of the Jews? For we have seen His star in the East and have come to worship Him.”
3 When Herod the king heard this, he was troubled, and all Jerusalem with him. 4 And when he had gathered all the chief priests and scribes of the people together, he inquired of them where the Christ was to be born.
5 So they said to him, “In Bethlehem of Judea, for thus it is written by the prophet:
       6 ‘ But you, Bethlehem, in the land of Judah,
      Are not the least among the rulers of Judah;
      For out of you shall come a Ruler
       Who will shepherd My people Israel.’

7 Then Herod, when he had secretly called the wise men, determined from them what time the star appeared. 8 And he sent them to Bethlehem and said, “Go and search carefully for the young Child, and when you have found Him, bring back word to me, that I may come and worship Him also.”
9 When they heard the king, they departed; and behold, the star which they had seen in the East went before them, till it came and stood over where the young Child was. 10 When they saw the star, they rejoiced with exceedingly great joy. 11 And when they had come into the house, they saw the young Child with Mary His mother, and fell down and worshiped Him. And when they had opened their treasures, they presented gifts to Him: gold, frankincense, and myrrh.
12 Then, being divinely warned in a dream that they should not return to Herod, they departed for their own country another way. (Matthew 2:1-12, New King James Version)

Thus says the Lord,

“How far are you willing to travel to worship Me? Am I worth the long treks through wilderness, vicious storm, and massive desert? Am I worth your time, your love, your hope? You tell Me, child of Mine. Am I worth climbing out of bed in the middle of the night, when the air is cool and crisp, but your flesh wants warmth and comfort? Am I worth the loss of friends, the sacrifices of time, the weary knees and countless prayers? Am I worth all of that? Am I worth a growling stomach and shaky body, when I call you into a fast of mourning?

“And if I am, in your eyes, worthy of your worship, what gift will you lay at My feet? Will you lay the purity and quality of Gold at My feet, like the wise men? Will you come before Me with the prayer and intercession of Frankincense; with supplication and groaning for the salvation of the world? Or, even, will you kneel before Me with the greatest power of praise – obedience against and sacrifice of the flesh? Will you consecrate yourself with the Holy anointing of Myrrh as an act of worship and preparation while waiting for your King?

“And after you have entered into the heart of worship, after you have knelt before My throne, after you have been given the keys of kingdom revelation, will you remain faithful? When the prowling wolf comes to devour, will your loyalty hold in the face of danger? Will you guard my altar of sacrifice and glory, when the ruler of darkness insists you betray it?

“Will you? Will you?

“I wonder. I have My doubts.

“How can you doubt, you say?

“I say again, I have My doubts. I have doubts birthed out of years upon decades upon centuries upon eternities of seeing, knowing, and understanding. My children will proclaim my name upon the rooftops, but deny My holiness in the alleys and dark corners. My children will speak my glory but destroy their bodies; My holy temple. My children will weep at the thought of my suffering upon the tree, sob with the knowledge of nail-pierced hands, and bloody feet – and yet I say, they blatantly commit the very abominations that drove those nails through My flesh.

“Again I say, how far will you come to worship Me? And when you kneel before Me, will you worship in spirit and in truth? Or will you hoard your burdens, carry your sins, and offer Me lip-service, if, that is, you offer Me anything at all?

“Am I worthy? Am I worthy? Am I worthy?

“If I am worthy in your eyes, worship Me. But if, in your eyes, I am not worthy of a surrendered heart and adoring soul, let the rocks cry out in your place. For my Soul is weary of lip-service. I despise it. My bones are vexed with the words of nations and peoples too material to worship in the spirit.

“Repent, I say, repent, lest I strike My hand against the land, and a great travail come forth.”

Homosexuals. Rapists. Persecutors. Adulterers. Murderers.
Vicious. Slothful. Angry. Unforgiving. Jealous.
Liars. Gossipers. Thieves. Prostitutes.
Lost. Hopeless. Defeated.
The. World.


Food 4 Thought


16 For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life. (John 3:16, New King James Version)

Today, I am thankful for the blood of Jesus Christ.


Have a blessed weekend!

7 And lest I should be exalted above measure by the abundance of the revelations, a thorn in the flesh was given to me, a messenger of Satan to buffet me, lest I be exalted above measure. 8 Concerning this thing I pleaded with the Lord three times that it might depart from me. 9 And He said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for My strength is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore most gladly I will rather boast in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me. 10 Therefore I take pleasure in infirmities, in reproaches, in needs, in persecutions, in distresses, for Christ’s sake. For when I am weak, then I am strong. (2 Corinthians 12:7-10, New King James Version)

28 And they stripped Him and put a scarlet robe on Him. 29 When they had twisted a crown of thorns, they put it on His head, and a reed in His right hand. And they bowed the knee before Him and mocked Him, saying, “Hail, King of the Jews!” 30 Then they spat on Him, and took the reed and struck Him on the head. (Matthew 27:28-30, New King James Version)



Food 4 Thought

Is it possible that the crown of thorns and Paul’s thorn in the flesh are related?

Is it possible that if Paul suffered a messenger of Satan, then the crown of thorns represent the suffering of Christ caused by a multitude of Satanic messengers sent to prevent His redemptive destiny?

Architect–one who designs buildings, bridges; designs the blueprint and supervises the construction.

God’s our architect. He has created us to be special, unique. We have a special set of finger prints—our own individuality. Within His design for our lives are the blueprints of peace and prosperity. Everything made by Him is good. And He knows His creation, He knows us, inside and out. He knows when we’re down and disturbed. He knows what to do in every situation. All that’s required is that we submit to the capable hands of the Architect.

And as our architect, He has the power to bring His blueprints to life. But we must understand the goal of the process—to be like the Lord. God wants to create the house of our lives to be a shining replica of His glory. Isn’t that a beautiful thought? God has designed us to reflect Him. And His hands are forever busy with bringing his blueprints to life.

The hand of God means many things. One, it means to take possession of something. We must understand, God becomes jealous of any other touch that interferes with His work. Think about it, do we really want to interfere with a possessive God? It also means to bring aide to. In His hands is everything we need to take care of the house He’s designing for us. When the electric bill can’t be paid, the money is in God’s hand. When bugs infest the walls, the repellant is in God’s hand. And finally, His hand means to do a work. The Almighty wants to do a double work—He wants to work in us so that He can work through us.

Additionally, we must also understand that as God’s hands are in our lives, they are busy working, but they are also spreading. And as God spreads His hands, He is spreading us. He’s enlarging our capability for anointing, enlarging our territory, enlarging our gifts. Unfortunately, sometimes this process hurts, but the work of divine hands produce only good.

However, His hands are the only hands that produce good. Many of us are having problems because we are not submitting to the mighty hand of God. We have our hands brushing His aside. We have the world’s hands infesting every room of our house. To top it off, we fail to surrender the work over to the contractor.

Contractor–one who executes the blueprints; does the work of the written plan.

Brothers and sisters, we can’t build our own house. Why? I’ll tell you a secret. It’s because we end up putting the refrigerator where the toilet belongs. We put in a tack where we need a nail. We put a window where we need a door. And instead of stairs we put a slide—so we have a fun ride down but no way back up. No. We need an outside contractor to work on our behalves and build the house perfectly, according to perfect specifications.

And the great thing is, we don’t have to pay this contractor, he volunteered for the job. We don’t have to feed him, because he’s never hungry. We don’t have offer nap breaks, because he never sleeps. He will build us a house that God doesn’t mind dwelling in. A house where every room is pleasing to the contractor.

And the best part? His name is Jesus—and he’s a trained carpenter.

(Article inspired by Apostle Jones’ sermon, The Divine Architect)