Using Your Gifts for God

God made each and every person on the planet with love, designed on purpose and with a special ability or gift to use for Him and others as an act of worship. There are no exceptions here.

So maybe fasting isn’t your thing, maybe it is. Maybe healing isn’t your thing but maybe it is. Maybe art isn’t your thing but maybe it is. So many options, so many needs in the church and kingdom of Jesus. Maybe you just don’t want to use your ability for God. Then don’t claim to be a follower of Christ/ a Christian and that would be a horrible decision. If you are a follower of Jesus Christ, then follow Him and use your gifts and abilities He gave you for Him and others.

The church is full of people not doing a dang thing. If you can’t be bothered, don’t even bother going. God made you, made everything that you appreciate, made everything good and on top n of that when we screwed up, Jesus came down here and suffered an agonizing death to redeem us. So what are you doing for Him?

Believing is good and well and may, may squeeze you into heaven, but what is belief without the fruit of that belief? What is the faith without using it to pray? What good is truth without sharing it? What is talk with no action?

We would be in a revival if the church Christians would wake up like it matters. Christians should be about God’s business. He has a lot going on right now. There us a lot of work to do. Christians should be missionary- minded. Christians should not be wrapped up in themselves and the world nor should they ever be lazy.❤

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Missionary’s Meeting

So today was our bi-annual ladies missionary’s meeting. We have a standing invitation to attend by my Great Aunt Evelyne, who is a retired missionary to Haiti. She served 42 years an orphanage she and her sister had started. Neither married but both served God in this way and took care of children and babies for 42 years. My grandfather and grandmother were missionaries to Africa, my Great Aunt and Uncle were missionaries to France, my second cousin is still a missionary in South Carolina, and my great grandparents were missionaries to Africa, as was my other great aunt. So, my hero’s of the faith are family. I have the strength of service to God and love of Him and leading others to Him in my blood. My fullness of heritage is based upon humble service, which is why I see its value and importance and push that message put every chance I get and why I have a heart to see people saved as Jesus is coming soon. And today, I was honored to spend the day with my daughter and mom and great aunt and about 50 other retired missionaries and two still serving. It was awe-inspiring and encouraging. When we prayed, I could feel it. I cannot tell you how many times tears came to my eyes. Oh how I love Jesus. And oh how much I want everyone to love Him back.❤

Rocking the Church Boat

I love my church. However, I truly, from my heart, believe all churches are not right in the spiritual head though meaning so very well. There are many religious traditions and expectations that have no place in the Bible, where our example of how Jesus wants His church to be set up and carried out. I have no wish to offend and will not call out particular wrongs but rather wish to convey what God says to do (see Acts). 1. Those meeting together should meet in homes if possible. If they grow too much, then a larger place to gather must be found. However, monies collected are to help each other as there are needs and then in service to those outside the church to help them as they can. Nowhere in Scripture is a fancy church building supported. (They cost too much and the real work is not accomplished then.) 2. Believers read the Bible. 3. They sang and worshipped God together. 4. They prayed together and sometimes fasted. 5. They shared their faith with others around them. 6. There were elders and deacons and deaconesses serving in different roles of service to the church. That is it. No sermons even. Everything else is fluff, unnecessary, distracting, expensive, often with politics resembling the world more than the beautiful bride of Jesus Christ, His church. These are things to consider. This has been weighing on my mind for months and the closer I get to the Lord, the more it burns in my heart. I needed to voice it. And being written now, I would challenge a reformation and accompanying revival of the church to take place. Who is brave enough to go out in faith and get the church going as God designed? Change is difficult but always worth it, in my experience. I challenge every Christian. Who are we trying tog please? Us, the world, or God? Think on it and pray and see where God leads you. ❤

59 Countries

This month, people from 59 countries united in reading my blog. That is amazing and wonderful to me. It does not take much effort to reach around the world for the Lord and I pray He uses what I write to encourage God’s kids everywhere! Praise be the Lord!❤❤❤

This Purple Alien

As frustrating as humanity is, it is what we have to work with for now. One day I will be beamed back to my Father ship, but for now I am stranded on a beautiful planet surrounded by those either hostile or deeply restricted with a drizzle of authentic caring ones who don’t seem to mind my purple skin color. It is a jest-ic world, perhaps majestic many years back but now all is a jest it seems. This place is not suitable for those of us so different, and where it is up to the many, we purples would be captured and mocked and belittled for that which we are not able to control, our design. So I must focus my antennae on the Father in the Father ship for help and strength and sustenance. As it stands, I fit only with the other few sparsely placed purples. The blues, those who claim residency but cling to the angry and wild red world residents so live on the fence, are particularly harsh on us few purples because living like the Father makes them feel guilty and annoyed. The angry red world residents fight us or ignore us at will, depending upon their viewpoint and experiences. Some are intrigued but many are complaisant. So, again, frustrating this life is but it is where my feet are right now. And until the beautiful day I get to go back home, I must still complete the frustrating task set before me to help people know my Father and be beamed up to the Father ship later. And apparently quite often apart from the Father far away I am entirely alone in the struggle, unable to fit in, unable to be treated lovingly by anyone nearby, unable to have comforts of arms around, unable to be much acknowledged but able easily to be largely neglected. There is an inner fight against this despite my design. It is difficult, even purple, to not fight for human love. It is inhumane to defy human instincts and drives. Yet the purple ones must experience a solitary existence, a loneliness that can only be answered by the spiritual Father afar off it so often feels. It is a life for the humble only to survive, the bravest of souls, those capable of sacrifice no mortal could make to keep fighting without strength left and keep loving though largely unloved and keep touching though largely untouched. The absolute only way this can be done is through constant contact with the Father and living through the alien spirit form rather than the human form. There is no other way that any tasks can be accomplished, sometimes even just to breathe. So lonely the life of an alien. Rewarding to continue through the mission despite the loneliness and neglect. The Father understands. He is pretty much the only One who can truly understand and one of the very few who loves the purple alien I am.