The Dream

I hope you don't mind if I try to recount my dream from last night! It has been twelve hours since I awoke and this is what I remember  A young Pastor from my Church were building a beautiful wooden wall our pride at what we had built was impressive We all knew we loved God but this structure had taken a while to build. The walls were very high at least three storys and the wood planks were very closed to gather as you looked at the wall like nothing could get in! I did not know this when I first saw the wall but later in the dream. Then they were working and it took a team to get it done and then we were finished and ready to unveil the wall and their were carts or roller coaster cars on the top of the wall but I was not sure how they were to go I think there were tracks just not sure anymore. Then the building committee calls and says the structure is not to specifications and they want it rebuilt but the young people do not like and it and I think they go somewhere else for they are angry they have worked hard. Then the building committee says we did not account for the wind and the structure need air to move through the walls to withstand the storm when they come and steel pipes! Air could move easily between the metal and wood and the metal strengthened the wood. The building committee had experience,. The wood was just brown and I think there was grass around and trees but I remember the silver shiny metal and the building committee we never saw! Strange but I wonder if John Paul heard this dream ! Would he say it meant something or did I eat something bad or was it because someone spoke about building and fixing the church Sunday and why would I dream about it. OH well who knows I don't !

The Church arise!!!

Today was the normal Christmas concert! When your Church has fabulous music all the time!

It becomes common place! I often look forward to our praise and worship at Kingsland Baptist

 Church! Today started out like any wonderful performance they give!  I listen to many beautiful

songs with narration in between and I thought as I sat there we were a little late and I was tired

from the Trauma of life in the weeks past. My husband had a bad fall in Garage and to old people

 trying to remodel and finding out they are not young anymore.  Attending four Funerals in a short

amount of time and feeling exhausted from just realizing how the world has changed. Distance plays

apart in all our lives! Family is so spread apart and driving hours to see people is a expensive task as

everything cost more.  So hard to get anyone to make a commitment to family at all.  The music started

to slowly invigorate me and I felt my Praise starting and the music like silken fingers massaged my soul

. Each passing song I was more peaceful and happy! Then a young man came on Stage and I did not

recognize him! He looked fairly young was he a teenager. He began to speak about Jesus come to earth

 as man and His love for us and the Passion and the Authority of which he delivered the word ! As I

had watched the concert I had seen another passionless church watching a Christmas performance so

 afraid of what others would think if they openly worshiped God after all we must be orderly! Suddenly

 I believed the Holy Spirit filled the room! For suddenly everyone was on their feet saying Amen and

cheering for Jesus Christ. The room was alive! There was passion in the room! I saw my little prayer

come alive! Kingsland was cheering God.  Do I believe Kingsland follows God yes I do but they do it

with such order!  I dislike Chaos but at the same time I love Joy of the Lord.  I love a small child with

full joy! I love to watch it and I love smiles ! I have seen these at Kingsland! It is just sometimes the

sanctuary becomes like a meeting of very conservative men and as Christ followers I was reminded of

Romans 15:13 May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing so that by the power of

 the Holy Spirit you may abound in hope. Sometimes I watch our Choir and I see all the Joy of the lord

 as they sing and then I turn and look around the room and it is hard to find a smile.  I know the

sanctuary is a place to be refreshed and able to make it another week and I know some of the audience

are so busy this might be their only time. I just find my self wondering what does Jesus see I know he

does not want us to put on a show for others to appear spiritual but if you were singing Happy Birthday

to me I would like to see you having a good time doing it. Sometimes I wonder how much fear plays

apart in people worshiping God openly! Do you know 360 something times it says Do NOt Fear!!!!  I

have often wished I could sing with choir but know my voice is gone but when I am out in the

audience I sing at the top of my lungs good or bad or indifferent it is a song to my Jesus and he knows

my heart! Sometimes I feel sorry for who is standing next to me but then I remember who comes first.

 No one has ever encouraged me to go to Kingsland and I know I am consider a Charismatic type!

Some even say Pentecostal  but I respect the church. My journey has had to put my pride aside! Yes I

would like to have more close friends there but few have ever invited me to lunch or anything. It has

always seemed like a learning institution so do I go to church to find Friends not really! Do I go to

church to get counseling! Not really! Do I go to church to make business connections ! Not really.  I go

to church to learn more of Gods word and praise him!  If a few friend find me worthy then so be it. The

 whole point is I saw a Church arise and praise God at one time! I pray that the Passion of the Church

 will arise and Kingsland will be a Candle to all nations.  This is just my opinion and lately no one reads

my blogs anyway! So if you do just know nothing made my soul rejoice more than People openly

cheering Jesus at Kingsland. The Joy of Lord was there Today.

Prisoner of Hope Blog

This is my first blog in a long time for I have been on a discovery Journey ever since I came back from Israel several years ago? I had to grow from the milk of the word to more of the meat of the word of the Bible and I continue to grow daily.! I am not a scholar or a fabulous writer but I believe we all have questions and some of us just read and some of us have to put our journey down on Paper or blog. I am trying to place those hard questions on this Blog that we all ask ourselves but are afraid to ask someone else.  I was transformed by Grace over 2000 thousand years ago but only recently began to understand what that journey is!  You see my journey began when I realized I really did not know anything but a media outlook on Christianity. I knew you went to church and was raised believing the Church could save you in my own perspective. That if you went to Church and you went every Sunday and study the Bible you were a much better person than myself. That you had some secret to life I did not have? Oh I thought I knew who Jesus Christ was  he was a sweet baby in a Manger who grew up to die on the Cross for me! For some reason I never ask myself why did he do that! It was enough to just know that! I went to Church on Christmas and Easter and when I wanted to be a good girl for my Grandma and have everyone think I was such a good girl!  I knew I could never live up to what I thought real Christians were like? They were perfect people who lived in perfect houses who had a lot of money to give the church and never had worries like I did and they had nice homes with perfect families! Only my family had flaws and made mistakes and we could never be those perfect Christians. Then there were those weird Harry Krishna's, Jehovah Witnesses and Buddhist and the people who believed snakes and things were their Ancestors and Muslin's who I did not even know existed as a child for that fact I never really thought about Jewish people as a Child I did not even know they existed the only people I knew were different than me were  Black people and Indians. That was just because I knew because of their dress or the color of their skin. I kinda of believed different people like Japanese and Chinese were the same and lived kinda where Africa was it was far away from Texas the only real people in my life seemed to be American Indians and Black people. I was never taught they were bad unless they drank to much and then I knew by their families pain from the events that happened to them. As a matter of fact I was America naive personality. Believe me some days I wish I was still that young woman who believed life was just simple. God had a different plan for my life and yes now I know it was his plan not mine all along. I married a talented young man and we had two beautiful children and then to many struggles and no money and no real faith and exploration our marriage ended! I would tell you the story but it is not mine alone? I divorced at Twenty five with two children and began a Nursing career and met my Husband who had two boys now who we have been married for thirty five years we have lived all over the world ! God has shown me places I had only seen in Movies as a matter of fact most of my young life was lived by the Movies that is what I knew of the world the Hollywood version of morals and reality. I am writing all of this so you get a sense of who I was before I was transformed by Grace and the word of God! For in another word for you to know a Blogger and what they stand for you must know a sense of their reality.I developed the worldly knowledge by living places day by day I lived with Muslims and  Egyptians and living on Islands and seeing the Chinese and Japanese in their own country and when you come home you are no longer the same! I have seen lepers and hunger and mud huts and children bathing sewer like water! I have seen Europe in egocentric personality which did not include the rest of the world.  I have seen Temple worship and animal worship and Zen worship. I have studied something about all the cultures in my curiosity to know more. I must say I long for my naive nature to return in my older age! Why is the Blog called the prisoner of Hope because as I have looked at the Bible I suddenly realized Paul saying he was a Prisoner of Hope and then I heard Joyce Meyers teach on Hope and then I realized that greatest thing in the Bible besides to Love my neighbor was to believer there was hope for all mankind and it all has to do with a simple choice of Jesus Christ as their personal Saviour and the Word of God the Bible. Tomorrow the questions continue???????