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When we are faced with trials, when the car breaks down, we lose our wallet, bills after bills, after bills come in the mail at once, feel weak, sick, someone gets hurt, feel torn apart, wonder why I have to keep enduring these heartaches, and the list goes on and on, and you want to throw in the towel.
We know that this is just the devil trying to stir up his pot of crap stew, trying to feed you until you can't take anymore and give in.
Stand firm, stand strong as I know you have, and you will, and remind that yukk stew making devil that you are Shielded and Protected and Loved but The One True, Loving, Merciful God.
Tell that devil that you don't want his stew because God has a desert sweeter and better than anything else, and it will fulfill you and every craving and heart's desire.
You Are Loved, Always
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eternityinview-posts · 9 months
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A Call to Arms!
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The last two mornings I was awakened up to an hour early with a burden on my heart to pray for our church, and especially the men in our church. This past Sunday evening, I was privileged to take part in what I would call the most powerful event I have ever attended. Our church held a men’s convocation, in which we were all called out to rid our lives of the idols that we cling to, and devote…
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Lead us not into temptation
Kokushibo x Nun!reader
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A/N: Another highly anticipated request from Anon: Link here.
Plot: A young nun struggles with her carnal desires and in the midst of that gets corrupted by a hot demon. To us, who indulge in sin, let us hope we will all need an exorcist by the end of this smut : ) : )
Warnings: SMUT. Oral. Masturbation. Vaginal penetration. Dirty talk. Creampie. Fingering. Wet dreams. Mild Dom!Kokushibo. Dirty thoughts. AU. Slightly sacrilegious-but hey, this is only fiction.
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…And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil: For thine is the kingdom, and, the power, and the glory, for ever. Amen. (Matthew 6:11-13; King James Version (KJV) of the Bible).
This was the fifth consecutive night that you were kneeling alone at night in the convent’s empty chapel, saying the Lord’s Prayer repeatedly. Your thoughts were, to say the least, impure, and this was the penance that the friendly old priest administered you in the daily confession. With autumn at the threshold and the harvest over and done with, there was much less physical work for the nuns. Autumn and winter were the time for prayer and withdrawal. A time to give the tired physical body rest after the intense labour of spring and summer. The convent’s gardens and orchard were breaming with fruit and vegetables, the bee hives full of honey and the poultry barns overrun with chickens, geese, and ducks. Everything was now harvested, prepared, and stored for winter. Enough food to provide for both the convent’s needs as well as to help the impoverished families in the nearby settlement.
But your body was as fertile and ripe as the gardens in summer and rest was not what it seemed to crave… You often wondered what would it be like to belong to a man. Your family could not afford the dowry and there were only two choices for you: the brothel or the convent. When the latter was chosen, you knew you would never experience a man’s love. The former option, however, would have only given you a corrupted and twisted mockery of such love.
When you first stepped over the worn-out stone threshold of the large, grey medieval building, you felt apprehensive, to say the least. One look at the large crucifix, the only thing adorning the spacious vestibule, and the worry of a lonely and cold life were gripping you as tight as a vice. With time, you learned how wrong you were about life here. The nuns were warm and kind and since this was not one of the strictest orders, you were allowed to venture out to the village bringing food and medical aid to the inhabitants, who in turn treated you all as if you were angels. This was not a bad life. You enjoyed the gardens and your favourite chore was tending to the animals.
At last, you finished your fiftieth Lord’s Prayer and slowly stood up, straightening your black nun’s habit, and readied yourself to walk back to your cell. The shortest way was to walk through the glorious sacred garden in the courtyard adjacent to the chapel. The cells were situated in the cloister, the open gallery walk that wrapped around the courtyard. The garden was magnificent in autumn, with leaves turning all shades of fire and sun.
As you stepped on the gravel pathway, you stopped in your tracks. There, in the corner near the large acacia was a tall figure, judging by the broad shoulders, a male. You realised this could have not been any of the priests as they did not stay at the convent at night, but also, none of them was this tall… Apprehensive at first, you cautiously decided to approach him, your natural curiosity was always stronger than fear. As you were getting close, suddenly three pairs of eyes stared at you. They were red with golden pupils. Was this a dream? Who was this?
‘Who are yo…?’ you spoke with a slightly hitched voice, but before you managed to finish your sentence, he was gone.
You stood for a while as petrified but then hurried to your cell. It was a sparse room, big enough for a simple bed, a closet for your habits, and any other garments you needed. There was also a desk, a chair, and several candlelights, which you requested especially since you were an avid reader and writer and the convent’s library had a wealth of approved literature.
After finishing your bedtime routine and saying your prayers, you crawled into bed, the last thought occupying your mind being the strange sight you encountered in the garden.
Without the candles being lit, your room was pitch black. You could barely make out the contours of your furniture. Suddenly, you heard a quiet rustle next to the foot of your bed…and then six burning eyes appeared out of the dark. A large hand started caressing your thigh and moving up toward your groin, a sudden light kiss on your lips, and a hand stroking your cheek and neck. You almost flew up, but the same strong, large hand pinned you down in place.
‘Shhhh, someone will hear you.’
A deep, masculine voice came from the direction of the eyes. You were speechless, this was surely a dream and well…you were curious as to what would happen next… A hand was now massaging you between your legs, not moving in under the cloth of your undergarment yet, but this was enough for your juices to slowly overflow. You moaned quietly and this was encouragement enough for the male to slide his fingers under the cloth. As he was spreading your slick-covered folds, your pleasure was slowly taking over you. He was rubbing you up and down between your labia, not even yet touching your clitoris, a long finger slowly tracing circles around your opening and another prying its way inside you…
You touched yourself so many times before, but this was so entirely different. The anticipation of where his touch was to land next was the difference between a deliberate move of your own fingers. This was indescribable. You were trying not to moan too loud, but staying quiet was not an easy feat. When his touch finally reached your erect little bud, you were close to bursting. It did not take him long to push you to your orgasm and as you climaxed you released your juices all over his hand. The next moment you woke up, still riding out your orgasm. You were completely soaked between your legs from all the cum you squirted out. Sunlight was peering into the room through the narrow window, it was most obviously morning. You were in bliss, but also shaking your head at the dream that left you in this state. Because… this surely must have been a dream… This would be an interesting confession…
‘Father, forgive me for I have sinned.’
The old, kind priest sighed as you uttered the routine phrase.
‘Is it the same… as usual, dear child?’
‘Yes, father, but this time it felt like someone … did things to me. I was not touching myself at all. Well, it was a dream, actually. But it evoked an indecent response from me… The thing that did trouble me, was that even though that someone was human, at the same time, he did not seem to be. He had six eyes and had a demonic aura about him.’
The priest sighed again and shook his head.
‘Look, dear child, what you are experiencing is normal for someone young. Believe me, we all had such thoughts in our youth. Just try and work on changing the focus of them. As for the form of your assailant, well, do not dwell on that too much. I am sure it is not possession or anything unholy like that. The human brain is blessed with the capacity to imagine, so do not dwell.’
He paused and smiled a little to himself.
‘You know, you are a good kid, the villagers adore you for your kindness and help. I am sure the Lord will overlook your recent troubles with yourself.’
With that, he drew the sign of the cross in the air in front of him and said the prayer of absolution:
‘(…) I absolve you from your sins in the name of the Father, and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.’
The week that followed was a blur. For every day that went, your focus on daily chores and routines was diminishing as the wet dreams were increasing in length and intensity. Your thoughts were preoccupied with…him. The six eyes were etched in your mind like an unholy vision. Every night spent in the chapel on your penance prayers was wearing you out and making you more and more susceptible to daydreaming of being ravaged by the male. You were imagining what he looked like, what his manhood would feel inside you…Every time you were dismissing these thoughts in a futile attempt to regain some sanity, they were hitting you twice as hard as soon as you lost your slightest focus. It was all a dream you were telling yourself…
It was a particularly dark night when you ventured back into the empty chapel after the Sunday evening mass. A part of the penance was to tidy up and blow out the candles, leaving you with only a couple lit at the altar near the main nave, where you usually knelt to say your prayers. At this point, you started to feel like maybe an exorcist would be your best option.
Your obsession with carnal pleasure and that demon or whoever that was that invaded your thoughts, was becoming unbearable. No matter how many wet dreams, how much you touched yourself, and how much you repented and tried to push these thoughts away, your senses seemed to not even come close to being satiated. You knelt in resignation, the burning sensation between your thighs as intense as ever, wetness pooling between your legs at the only thought that was occupying your mind.
‘… and lead us not into temptation…’
but the temptation was only getting stronger. At that moment, you sensed a presence behind you. The already dark, somber space suddenly grew darker. You turned around only to see the six ferocious eyes staring down at you. But this time you finally got a chance to see their owner. You gasped at the sight. The demonic eyes and strange red marks on his face and neck aside, he had a fully human form. A tall, solid-built male with a huge mane of thick red-black hair. He wore an outfit whose origin you did not recognise, but it did do his figure justice. Apparently, he was a warrior of some kind as there was a foreign-looking sword at his side.
‘Greetings, holy woman’ his polite words were laced with scorn.
‘Greetings’ you managed to stammer in reply.
He was foreign-looking, how could he speak your language? He could apparently read your thoughts as he indulged your curiosity:
‘I am an ancient demon and human language is a mere trifle to me.’
A demon, so your fears were confirmed… How did this happen? Did you somehow manage to summon him?
‘You did not summon me, you foolish girl. I roam this earth and when I stumble upon something that appeals to me, I merely claim it as mine.’
His self-indulgent speech was making you nervous, but also weak at the knees from anticipation.
‘The dreams when I touched you were not dreams at all, I was there with you, and I already savoured your sweet juices. I could have ravaged you many times over, but you humans are a special kind. Playing hard-to-get and pretending to be pious and oh so holy. But deep inside of you all dwells a beast so ferocious that it makes us demons seem like angels at times. But now, it is time you give in to me and to the beast inside you. I will fuck you right here, for your Lord to see. And he will watch while you begin to serve a new Master.’
His deep, melodic voice was sending shivers down your spine. It resounded perfectly in the solemn space of the empty chapel. His lewd words gave this medieval temple more justice than any sermon you ever heard…
You stood up in the last and futile act of defiance, but in that instant, you were pushed by the large male toward the nearest wall. His large frame dominated you and pressed you into the hard stone of the wall behind you, making you almost breathless.
‘Look at you, so beautiful and innocent. A flower ready for picking’ he was talking in a hushed, slow tone.
‘I bet you will not be as innocent once I show you what real pleasure feels like.’
His handsome face was now adorned by a smile, a vicious one at that, as the thought of corrupting this holy servant of a God so many worshipped, was making him crazy with lust. It was his work as a demon, to kill, enslave, turn people into demons, and corrupt women into the deepest abyss of carnal yearning. He enjoyed this, the power of it, as centuries went by and his strength grew, so did his desire for more conquers.
His hands were slowly starting to take possession of your body, gently, but deliberately caressing your face, neck, bottom, and breasts. He lowered his head and kissed your lips with the lightness of a falling rose petal. He kept on kissing like this down your neck and then back up to your lips again. This time the kiss claimed more of your lips and his tongue slowly snaked its way into your mouth.
Your mouth welcomed him greedily and soon you were intertwined in a passionate kiss. He held your head in his large hands while kissing you and when he let go, he helped you remove your clothes and went down on his knees before you. He cupped one of your breasts with one large hand and started spreading your swollen, slick-covered folds with the long, calloused fingers of the other. You were now so familiar with this from all the wet dreams, that were not dreams at all. The coil in your belly was tightening slowly and you were starting to edge when he moved to rubbing circles around and on your blood-filled clitoris.
He then leaned into your sex, blowing soft kisses on the outside of your pussy. His tongue started darting over your clit, flicking it lightly, eliciting even more moans from you. The warmth in your belly was turning into burning heat. You felt like soon you would be losing all control over yourself but before that happened, there was something you wanted to know. Without asking him directly about his identity you posed a more indirect question.
‘Don’t you want to know my name?’ you moaned.
‘I already do, y/n. And my name is Kokushibo, remember it well, because after tonight it will be the only name you will need to repeat in your prayers.’
With that, he stood up again and you automatically wrapped your legs around his strong hips. He was now carrying you in the direction of the altar and soon enough, you were shamelessly splayed on top of it. Not lifting his burning gaze from your naked form, he started removing his own clothes, leaving you to admire what was slowly being unveiled to your vision.
If it wasn’t for the scars that covered his entire torso and arms, he might just as well have been a statue that came to life. His body was as if carved of stone, with skin deliciously stretched over the defined muscles. As he removed the last clothes covering his body, a black, skirt-like garment tied with ridiculously long belts, you could now admire his manhood in its full glory. It was already erect, huge, straight, and veiny with a bright red tip.
At this point there was not a clear thought in your head, your lust fogging up whatever reason and decency that was left. All you wanted was him inside you. The tingling in your belly was increasing as if a swarm of butterflies was attempting to find a way out of your insides. Your craving was that of a beast, your inner muscles spasming and clenching on air, slick pooling out of your cunt, all in expectation of him finally granting you the fullness you so much lusted for.
And you did not have to wait very long because as if in response to your body’s call, he grabbed you by the hips and slid you closer to his rough ones. His cock was now perfectly aligned with your entrance and he slowly started pushing into your clenching walls. The sensation of being filled up like this was making you delirious with pleasure. Every inch he gained was adding more and more to your already peaking arousal. At last, he bottomed out, but before starting to move, he stretched out his arm and grabbed your chin with his large hand, tilting your head so that you could look at the crucifix above the altar. His lips were contorted in a frown, he was baring his fangs.
‘He is looking at you. And now, I want you to tell him who is your new Master. Say it.’
With that, he started slowly thrusting into you. You were moaning, but his grip on your chin did not lessen.
‘Say it!’
‘Lord Kokushibo is my new Master, my only Lord.’
You moaned out, your breath getting heavy. Satisfied, he let go and increased the force and pace of his thrusts. It was as if time has stopped and there was only now, you and him, in this sacred space, performing this unholy sacrament. Your juices mixed, your bodies intertwined. Every spot inside you was stimulated, you could feel the veiny texture of his dick rubbing back and forth on your plush and swollen walls. If this was a sin then you for sure belonged in hell. Because this was something you no longer could live without. And when your body finally reached the limits of what it could take before being plunged over the edge and into the eruption of your orgasm, you knew that this demon would be your bane. You were indeed possessed.
As you were riding out your climax, he kept on pumping into you with unchanged force. It was now his turn to grant himself a release. He pulled you closer to him, changing the angle slightly, so that his rough hips were even closer to you. The sound of flesh smacking flesh, the wet squelching of his cock pumping in and out of your pussy, and your lewd moans echoed through the sacred building. His eyes were closed and his head thrown back, a glorious fallen angel with a halo of black hair with red tips that in the dim light of candles made it look as if he was emerging out of the fires of hell. His thrusts were not losing any of their strength or speed as you started to feel another orgasm approaching.
‘Kokushibo, my Lord, I am…. going… to come again’ you managed to moan out in your hazy state.
He opened his eyes and looked straight at you with a dark, lust-filled gaze.
‘Then I want you to say my name when you do and tell your old God who your new one is.’
He said with a vicious smirk while increasing the pace and strength of his actions. Every thrust was sending you closer to your climax and when it was time for you to come again, you moaned out loudly
‘My Lord Kokushibo… you are… the only God… for me now’
And with that you climaxed and your consciousness started to blur.
He leaned over you now, small droplets of sweat running down his chest, making his skin glisten in the dull, warm light. His breath was very heavy and his thrusts were getting sloppy. ‘I am close now’ he hissed through gritted teeth ‘I will fill you up with my demon seed and from now on you will forever be parched for it.’ With a final powerful thrust, he climaxed and emptied himself inside you, riding out his high with a few slower thrusts at the end. You were so overfilled, that his semen was pouring out of you around his cock and onto the altar. This was sacrilege, a sin beyond repentance. Yet, you knew, that this was just the beginning of your journey to hell and that you would not allow anyone to exorcise this demon out of your life.
You were still lying flat on top of the altar, breathless and blissed out, looking up at the crucifix and then at your demon lover’s face, when he finally pulled out, resulting in the remaining semen flowing out of you shamelessly onto the sacred stone. He smiled at the sight and lifted you up toward his chest, landing one last deep, hard kiss on your lips. He moved the hair out of your face and caressed your back, you reciprocating the action, barely able to reach around his large torso.
‘Will you be back?’ you asked in a weak voice.
‘If you pray to me, I will.’
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10. most underrated song? if only everyone who only knows no children knew of this rendition of baboon
11. most underrated album? the life of the world to come..i get why though when every song title is a bible verse
16. funniest song? umm ok so i think there's concepts he writes about that are really funny but the songs themselves are usually not funny. like psalms 40:2 'im going to get so fucking high on spray paint, vandalize the precious moments chapel, and beg god to heal what remains of my soul'. or the moon colony bloodbath ep about a guy who works at the organ harvesting colony on the moon, goes insane and starts eating the bodies, and then has to pretend like he didn't eat the bodies when he finally returns to earth
26. saddest song? hair match i think..idk. so many of them are so tough but that one sticks out 2 me
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xxstraymoonchildxx · 11 months
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A Sermon
Hello Internet people :) 
I made a sermon speech for Joseph Seed that I wrote in an unpublished fanfiction of mine. I’d love to get some feedback on my writing. So here’s an excerpt. 
When Joseph Seed himself entered the chapel, everyone took a spot on the pews. John joined the couple briefly, directing them to the front line of seats where Victoria had the best view of their leader. The benches were as uncomfortable as they appeared, much to her dismay. 
The Baptist then took his spot close to his brother alas in the shadows.
A glance in the opposite direction confirmed that the oldest Seed sibling had joined the party at some point. As always he observed the audience with an unreadable expression on his face, leaning against the wall. Their alleged sister was present as well, gliding around the floor like a fairy with her bare feet and lace dress. She eventually stopped close to John, smiling serenely to herself. 
Full house, huh.
Holly, unbothered by the sudden shift in the air of the church, waved a teenager over, named Linny. Two more women joined them on the bench. Sara and Eve, Holly introduced. Victoria’s eyes lit up upon seeing Sara, a timid-acting blonde. Both greeted her.
Well, look who it is. She seems unharmed, physically. But where are her friends?
For John it was a delight, seeing the guest (he secretly believed he brought in with an approach his brother was content with) within the group of sisters like she already belonged. She needed to feel welcomed with the help of the sisters, and Joseph’s inspiring words would do the rest to bring the lost sheep in.   
Joseph stepped behind the pulpit and immediately any kind of conversation ended. Anticipation lingered in the air. It was a different feeling than his sermon at the Teller Ranch, inside a makeshift tent out in the open. 
The ‘Father’ opened his bible and began with a strong voice:
“Good morning, my children. Thank you all for coming together this Sunday morning as He has intended. As we must not quit meeting together, as some are doing. No, we need to keep on encouraging each other. Strengthen our faith in this Project. This becomes more and more important as you see The Day getting closer. 
We stand on the edge of a great chasm. Below us is the fate of mankind. Humanity has grown numb to the machine of strife that it has created, but we cannot let ourselves get distracted. 
God has punished mankind in the past, having world relations, not unlike ours. Let’s think back to the days before the Great Flood: They ate and drank, men married and women were being given in marriage until the day Noah and his family stepped inside the ark. And they took no note until the Flood came and swept them all away. Noah preached them the word of the Lord, yet they chose to ignore it in their indifference.” 
He made an artistic break before he continued with another example from the scripture.
“Remember what occurred in the days of Lot - they were the same as the people in the days of Noah - they ate, drank, planted, harvested, married - until the day Lot went out of Sodom, forewarned by god’s celestial creations. It rained fire and sulfur from heaven and destroyed them all. 
Take this as a warning!
Don’t be like those sinners, my children, don’t be like Lot’s wife who turned her back just before the finish line despite the angels' warnings, missing her chance of a better life, because she did not listen and did not have enough faith and lost her life in the process. 
We must be obedient to the word of the Lord instead, for the Great Collapse is very close. 
We and we alone have been chosen to survive this calamity and rebuild.” 
His gaze wandered over the congressional until their eyes locked for a brief moment. Victoria raised her eyebrow. A touch of a smile grazed Joseph’s lips as he continued in a softer but still firm tenor, not breaking eye contact for what felt like forever.
“Yet there are other sheep that are not yet of this fold. I must bring them also, and they will listen for I am the messenger of God. So there will be one flock, one shepherd to guide them through the times ahead. In every walk of life, in every class, in every home - be that home in the field, forest, or town - we will find brothers and sisters of like mind, for we are them and they are us. Be messengers to those, spread the truth, let’s save them from themselves, and help in the glorious purpose of guiding them to repent atonement, and finally, salvation. To return them to the angels they once were. And those having insight will shine as brightly as the expanse of heaven, and those bringing the many to righteousness like the stars, forever and ever.”
Joseph’s face hardened.
“Yet, the messengers are attacked for delivering bad news, people will tell you everything and anything. Because I am the bearer of bad news, and as you spread my word to the world they will do the same to you. We need to ignore the slander. You need to believe me, to follow me. For those who have attended our congregation for the first time - I beseech you to join me, to join us, to join our family. You are not here by chance. You have finally seen the light that you were seeking. You are a beacon that only needed divine fire to light up the path. The light is shining now on you, in you. You are chosen. You can belong to the next world. You just need to accept me, accept us.”
Victoria shuddered. The Father held his hand out toward the audience, making sure to include the already established people of his church. 
“This … light will protect us from doubt. Don’t let doubt fill your heart. For my heralds and I will take care of you. Brother John will listen to your confessions to stay sacred, and when all becomes too much Faith will comfort you and give you peace. And Brother Jacob will make you strong of heart, mind, and soul. Our world is not one of greed and selfishness anymore, it is now ruled by brotherhood and unshakable faith - strong enough to overcome anything thrown our way.
Today I bring wonderful news - the Lord has sent a message and assured us victory - the sign for the promised victory against the harbinger of doom has already arrived - so we can finally march to Eden’s Gate together, our paradise. Everything will fall into place very soon, they will see and open the seal as He intended. And we will be ready - for we are prepared for the tremor to come. We are a Family. I am your Father and you are my children.”
Joseph closed his eyes and started to hum a familiar tune. 
The people stood up from the pews, tuning in. Victoria stayed glued to her spot as they sang Amazing Grace, an unfamiliar wave of dread washed over her.
The Father sang the last verse alone, his voice like liquid gold. The sun crept through the window behind him, hitting him just right. He looked scarily divine.
“Amazing grace! How sweet the sound
 That saved a wretch like me.
I once was lost, but now am found,
Was blind, but now I see.”
Victoria stared into nothingness, the corner of her mouth twitching. 
She looked up, meeting Joseph’s stare head-on. He smiled.
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While our city warns citizens of roving gangs of youth stalking victims downtown and just last night there was a gun shootout between police and a perp near the elementary school in our neighborhood…we are watching Jesus rescue lives.
Last night at the Union Gospel Mission Crisis Shelter for Women and Children the altar was full after worship and the Word being proclaimed.
9 members of our women’s outreach team were blessed to minister to ladies in the chapel while two of our other outreach members were helping care for the mother’s children.
God was moving soon as we opened the chapel doors and ladies started slowly trickling in as we played worship music and were praying before the service.
Tears started flowing.
The atmosphere was thick with the tender love and peace of God that was welcoming women into the intersection between time and eternity that the Father had prepared for them.
Worship was the floodgate of God’s incoming grace and mercy for the night as the ladies soaked up the calm and cathartic care of the Helper who was present to bind up the broken hearted and set free the bound.
The sight and sound of weeping was the approaching tremors of the heart of Christ opening up the hearts and souls of thirsty and hungry women in the room.
I knew the word prepared was going to bring great hope and joy that night and when the time to pray with those who wanted prayer was offered…the women started streaming forward.
The room was full of intercession and counsel as our ladies led the women in response to the truth shared, ministered the loving comfort and counsel of the Spirit and drove out darkness in the authority and power of Jesus’s name.
This picture of Dianne leading a young woman to Christ is the perfect picture of the life transforming gospel doing its work.
It doesn’t matter how old you are, the harvest is ripe and there’s kingdom work to be done!
The Bible warns that the last days before Jesus’s return will be difficult and dangerous.
2 Timothy‬ ‭3‬:‭1‬-‭4‬ ‭
“But you need to be aware that in the final days the culture of society will become extremely fierce. People will be self-centered lovers of themselves and obsessed with money. They will boast of great things as they strut around in their arrogant pride and mock all that is right. They will ignore their own families. They will be ungrateful and ungodly. They will become addicted to hateful and malicious slander. Slaves to their desires, they will be ferocious, belligerent haters of what is good and right. With brutal treachery, they will act without restraint, bigoted and wrapped in clouds of their conceit. They will find their delight in the pleasures of this world more than the pleasures of the loving God.”
But the light will conquer darkness and death has been triumphed over by life! The resurrected Christ has ascended His throne and He is conquering the kingdoms of men and women’s souls.
Jesus is the only hope for our nation, our communities, our homes and all our hearts.
I pray you too surrender to His rule and reign before He returns to judge the living and the dead.
Now is the time, do not wait.
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When the +++Positives+++ released this letter in January 2023, they blacked out all of the signatories but one:
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The full signature line was:
Sincerely, The Executive Board of the Foundations Baptist Fellowship International Approved unanimously with one abstention by the FBFI Board at the 2022 Winter Board Meeting
So yes, Bob Jones III was writing to his own legacy institution to “being to make corrections.”
WutBJU doesn’t know who was present at this Winter Board Meeting of the FBFI outside of Bob Jones III.
But here’s the current slate of officers of the FBFI:
Dr. Kevin Schaal President/CEO Northwest Valley Baptist Church 4030 W Yorkshire Drive Glendale, AZ 85308 Phone: 864.268.0777
Dr. Gordon Dickson Chairman Calvary Baptist Church 2000 Broad Ave Findlay, OH 45840 Phone: 419.422.6842
Pastor Taigen Joos Vice Chairman Heritage Baptist Church 8186 Dover Point Road Dover, NH 03820 Phone: 603.749.0762
Dr. Bud Steadman Secretary Baptist World Mission PO Box 2149 Decatur, AL 35602-2149 Phone: 256.353.2221
Pastor Michael Privett Treasurer Summit View Baptist Church 31 N Highway 25 Bypass Travelers Rest, SC 29617 Phone:  757.206.9544
And the Executive Board:
Dr. Ron Allen Bible Baptist Church 2724 Margaret Wallace Road Matthews, NC 28105 704.535.1692
Rev. Mike Ascher Good News Baptist Church 3252 Taylor Road Chesapeake, VA 23321 757.488.3241
Dr. James Baker Tabernacle Baptist Church 717 N. Whitehurst Landing Road Virginia Beach, VA 23464 757.424.4673
Rev. Earl Barnett King Cove Bible Chapel PO Box 45 King Cove, AK 99612 (907) 497-2076 (907) 414-1402 Cell
Dr. David Byford Faith Baptist Church 7023 Deer Trail Road Manhattan KS 66503 785.539.3363
Dr. Robert Condict Upper Cross Roads Baptist Church 2717 Greene Road Baldwin MD 21013 410.557.7427
Rev. Jeff Davis EMU International 325 Regency Circle Anderson, SC 29625 864.617.7156
Mr. Roger Duvall 22 Elmwood Drive Taylors, SC 29687 864.420.0892
Dr. Ken Endean Tri-City Baptist Church 2211 W Germann Road Chandler, AZ 85286 480.245.7969
Pastor Tony Facenda Stillwaters Baptist Church Milepost 4 1/2 US 158 Nags Head, NC 27959 (252) 255-1835
CH (COL) Gary Fisher 2634 Wisser Street​ Honolulu, HI 98619 785.492.7667
Pastor Terry Hamilton Friendship Baptist Church 700 Boyson Rd NE Cedar Rapids, IA 52402 319.393.6990
Dr. Mike Harding First Baptist Church of Troy 2601 John R Troy MI 48084 810.689.4555
Dr. Craig Hartman Shalom Ministries Inc 2152 Ralph Avenue #601 Brooklyn NY 11234 718.232.8233
Dr. Dale Heffernan Midland Baptist Church 1860 North Tyler Road Wichita, KS 67212 316.721.1860
Rev. Arin Hess 7210 Orchard Street Lincoln, NE 68505 402.750.0555
Dr. David Innes Hamilton Square Baptist Church 1212 Geary St. San Francisco CA 94109 415.673.8586
Rev. Don Johnson Grace Baptist Church 2731 Matson Road Victoria, BC CANADA V9B 4M5
Dr. Stephen Jones Bob Jones University 1700 Wade Hampton Blvd Greenville, SC 29614
Dr. Larry Karsies Harvest Hills Baptist Church 9713 North County Line Road Yukon, OK 73099 405.721.1920
Dr. Mark Minnick Mt. Calvary Baptist Church 115 Cedar Lane Road Greenville SC 29601 864.233.1684
Rev. Jeff Musgrave The Exchange 10100 Glenayre Court Parker, CO 80134 303.798.1204
Dr. Larry Oats Maranatha Baptist University 745 West Main Street Watertown WI 53094 920.206.2324
Dr. David Pennington Penn Coaching & Consulting 2018 Freeport Drive Indian Trail, NC 28079 317.507.6001
Dr. Chuck Phelps Colonial Hills Baptist Church 8140 Union Chapel Road Indianapolis, IN 46240 317.253.5597
Dr. Kent Ramler People’s Baptist Church 6648 Carpenter Road Frederick, MD 21703 301.473.5635
Dr. C. Matthew Recker Heritage Baptist Church PO Box 7925 New York NY 10016 212.947-5316
Rev. Stephen Russell Central Baptist Church 1812 Honeysuckle Road Dothan AL 36305-4224 334.794.9214
Dr. Dale Seaman Calvary Baptist Church 1768 N Newcomb Street Porterville, CA 93257 559.783.0857
Dr. Will Senn Tri-City Baptist Church 6953 W 92nd Lane Westminster, CO 80021-4074 303.424.2287
Rev. Ron Smith Jr Victory Baptist Church/AFBM PO Box 2462 California City CA 93504 760.373.7314
Rev. Jeremy Sweatt Farmington Avenue Baptist Church 149 Mountain Rd West Hartford CT 06107 860.521.8380
Rev. Dan Unruh Westside Baptist Church 6260 West 4th Street Greeley CO 80634 970.346.8610
Dr. John C. Vaughn 109 Saffron Way Taylors SC 29687 864.325.2531
CH (COL) Joe Willis USAR RET 2021 Bradbury Rd Adams TN 37010 813.767.2734
Pastor Doug Wright Keystone Baptist Church 15 Keystone Lane Berryville, VA 22611 540.955.3410
Dr. Mike Yarborough Faith Baptist Church 1445 Fertilizer Road Riegelwood, NC 28456 919.622.5309
Dr. Wayne Van Gelderen Jr. Falls Baptist Church N69 W12703 Appleton Avenue Menomonee Falls WI 53051 414.251.7051
And then the board members they keep around on an “Advisory Board”:
Rev. Mark Brock Crossway Baptist Church 4600 Ashe Rd. #318 Bakersfield, CA 93313 661.900.2578
Dr. Ron Ehmann Northwest Baptist Missions PO Box 548 Toole, UT 84074
Mr. Mark Herbster Maranatha Baptist University 745 West Main Street Watertown, WI 53094
Dr. Marty Herron Harvest Baptist Church PO Box 23189 Barrigada, GU 96921
Dr. Jeff Kahl W10085 Pike Plains Road Dunbar, WI 54119 704.989.8517
Dr. Greg Kaminski Westside Baptist Church 1375 Irving Road Eugene, OR 07404
CDR Tavis Long, CHC, USN 1820 Sunsprite Loop Chesapeake, VA 23323 662.812.5288
Ch. Maj. Nathan Mestler International Baptist College 2211 W Germann Rd Chandler, Arizona 85286
Rev. Dan Pelletier Hamilton Square Baptist Church 1212 Geary Blvd. San Francisco, CA 94109
CH (COL) Michael Shellman 206 South Courthouse Road Arlington, VA 22204 910.309.6776 Board Emeritus
Dr. Rick Arrowood 104 Rambling Creek Cv Byron, GA 31008-9584 317.217.1600
Dr. Charles Britt Sr. 3979 Kristen Street Spring Hill TN 37174 931.489.9248
Dr. Gerald Carlson 53 Gideon Road Sebring, FL 33870 252.452.1112
Dr. Edward Caughill 206 Cooleys Crest Lane Inman SC 29349 757.479.1195
Dr. Walter Coles Good News Baptist Church 3252 Taylor Road Chesapeake VA 23321 757.488.3241
Dr. Johnny Daniels Calvary Baptist Tabernacle PO Box 3390 Carolina, PR 00984 787.750.2227
Dr. Bill Hall 75 Wintergreen Ave Greeneville TN 37745 423.638.8087
Dr. Bruce Hamilton Hamilton Acres Baptist Church 138 Farewell Avenue Fairbanks AK 99701 907.456.5995
Dr. Bob Jones III Bob Jones University 419 Library Drive Greenville SC 29609 864.242.5100
Dr. Peter Maruyama Narashino Baptist Church 4-17-10, Moto-Ohkubo Narashino, Chiba 275-0012 JAPAN 011.047.477.8910
Mr. Mike Moreau Harvest Media, Inc 22 Briarwood Court Schaumburg IL 60193 847.352.4345
Dr. Fred Moritz 149 Marsh Creek Drive Garner, NC 27529 (256) 318-0897
Dr. Les Ollila PO Box 40 Pembine, WI 54156 715.324.6900
Rev. Wilbur W. Schoneweis Emmanuel Independent Baptist Church 411 Blunt Street Clay Center KS 67432 785.632.5939
Dr. Robert Taylor Colonial Hills Baptist Church 8140 Union Chapel Road Indianapolis IN 46240 317.253.5597
Dr. George Youstra 1984 Georgia Circle Clearwater FL 33760 727.538.1920
I’ve bolded those names who are either current or former members of the BJU Board of Trustees. UPDATE: I eliminated this indication after receiving all the names who signed.
The men present who voted unanimously were either all of those or some of those. We don’t know. We can presume that the Officers were all likely present: Kevin Schaal, Gordan Dickson, Taigen Joos, Bud Steadman, and Michael Privett.
Who abstained? Bob III didn’t. Mike Harding as a present BJU Board member? Stephen Jones as a very absent member of the Royal family? Mark Minnick as a current employee?
The only name on there that I can guarantee did not abstain was Don Johnson, but he’s an old friend of mine. ;)
What do you think?
UPDATE, May 15, 2023: The Positives have added an unredacted signatory list. WutBJU will mark all those signatories on the above list in bold italics.
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Wayside Chapel Daily Devotional 19th March 2024
3/19 Leviticus 23:3
3 "Six days shall work be done, but on the seventh day is a Sabbath of solemn rest, a holy convocation. You shall do no work. It is a Sabbath to the LORD in all your dwelling places.
The twenty third chapter of Leviticus outlines all the days of rest and the feast days. Apparently, God delights in us taking times of rest. Every week it was required that they rest one day. During the year they had week long celebrations including Passover and the Feast of Booths. There were also other special days of rest and worship.
In addition to those, the twenty fifth chapter describes a year of rest every seven years, and an extra year of rest every fifty years. It was called the Year of Jubilee. God anticipated the question of how they were supposed to survive without planting and harvesting. He promised that if they would keep His laws, He would provide enough on the sixth year to live on for three years. That would cover the year of rest and the year of jubilee, and the year that crops were planted until the harvest was reaped.
Unfortunately, the Israelites didn't have the faith to practice those years of rest, but consider how productive that could have been. It was a break from the normal to rest, care for equipment, renew acquaintances, and reevaluate how you were living. It turns out that we are more productive when we take seasons of rest. Of course God knows that. It is how He designed us. He set the example for us in the creation account.
Do you consider rest as important and necessary as work? The workaholic is often hiding from something else in life. Time with the Lord in worship is essential to our well-being. Jesus declared that if we come to Him, we will find rest for our souls. Is your soul finding its rest in Him?
Consider: If you want to be a healthy person, you need both spiritual and physical rest. If you don't schedule those times, the busyness of life will usually keep you from them. God had Israel put it on their calendar. Will you do the same?
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Don't Worry About Tomorrow
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So don't worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will bring its own worries. Today's trouble is enough for today. Matthew 6:34 For years, I ministered in churches and nursing homes through music. A favorite song I often sang was "I Know Who Holds Tomorrow." The first verse begins by saying the following. I don't know about tomorrow, I just live from day to day. I don't borrow from its sunshine. For its skies may turn to gray. I don't worry o'er the future, for I know what Jesus said. Then, the chorus condenses its theme with these words. Many things about tomorrow, I don't seem to understand. But I know who holds tomorrow, and I know who holds my hand. What a beautiful song with a message easily accomplished, right? At least in theory. You might want to add this verse instead. I dread the things of tomorrow and the bills I'll need to pay. Jesus asked a simple question when He talked about this subject. Can all your worries add a single moment to your life? Worrying does just the opposite. It takes moments from your life. Do you have any scripture texts that have a special meaning to you? God used this particular portion in Matthew to speak directly to me. Right after high school, I went to college for a year. But because I didn't like it, I decided not to return for the second year. After working for a couple of years, God called me to the ministry.
The Bible Spoke Directly to Me!
I reluctantly applied to Bible College, was accepted, and received a student handbook. It stated that students must wear the proper apparel to the chapel services and classes. I only owned a couple of button-down shirts and one tie. I'd like to say it had me very concerned, but in all honesty, it worried me. So, I talked to my friend Glenn, whose spiritual advice I valued. After hearing my dilemma, a big smile covered his face. He said, let me show you something in the Bible. Then, he turned to the latter verses in Matthew 6. Do not worry about everyday life—whether you have enough food and drink, or enough clothes to wear. Isn't life more than food, and your body more than clothing? Matthew 6:25 Being raised in the mountains, Glenn loved the outdoors. Before sharing the next verse, he looked out the window and referred to the birds outside. Look at the birds. They don't plant or harvest or store food in barns, for your heavenly Father feeds them. And aren't you far more valuable to him than they are? Matthew 6:26 I appreciated that verse, but it didn't speak to my reason for talking to him. Fortunately for me, he didn't stop there. And why worry about your clothing? Look at the lilies of the field and how they grow. They don't work or make their clothing. Yet Solomon in all his glory was not dressed as beautifully as they are. Matthew 6:28-29 That verse amazed me because I experienced the Bible speaking directly to me as a young Christian. It was like God said, "Robin, why worry about your clothing?" But when the Lord spoke to me, He didn't stop with that question. No, He asked another one about my faith.
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Do You Worry or Have Faith for Tomorrow?
And if God cares so wonderfully for wildflowers that are here today and thrown into the fire tomorrow, he will certainly care for you. Why do you have so little faith? Matthew 6:30 Why did "I" have so little faith? I could have said because nothing had challenged my faith like that before. But faith in God should lead us beyond any worry for today or tomorrow. Jesus didn't allow any of the experiences His disciples went through to excuse them from having faith. When Peter began to sink after walking on the water, look at what Jesus said to him. Jesus immediately reached out and grabbed him. "You have so little faith," Jesus said. "Why did you doubt me?" Matthew 14:31 The Lord doesn't want us to worry or doubt about things today or what might happen tomorrow. In Matthew 6, He compared our lack of faith with how unbelievers think. These things dominate the thoughts of unbelievers, but your heavenly Father already knows all your needs. Matthew 6:32 We wouldn't worry about tomorrow or any other time if we follow the instructions given in the next verse.
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Seek God First
Seek the Kingdom of God above all else, and live righteously, and he will give you everything you need. Matthew 6:33 Let me explain the principle behind the verse. Before the things of tomorrow find a place in your mind, don't let worry set in. Instead, seek God first and trust Him for all tomorrow's outcomes. I have experienced some very trying times through years of full-time ministry. Yet I'll be the first to admit that, at times, I allowed worry to overstep my faith. Then, one day, I consciously decided to stand secure in Jesus and my calling. In other words, I would enter each new tomorrow with faith and not worry. My wife asked me how in the world I could do that. I told her I could do it with God's help and because I had chosen to do it. Have I arrived? No! I have faltered some along the way. But I come closer to that goal when I understand that today has enough of its own to handle. Therefore, I don't need to throw any worry into the mix for tomorrow. Lord, help us to bring all our concerns for the future to you. We know if we don't, the things of tomorrow can easily become things to worry about.  Check out these related posts about putting your trust in the Lord. - When Out of Your Comfort Zone, Trust God - How to Trust God in Difficult Circumstances - Put Your Trust In The Lord - Trust In The Lord, He Will Never Fail You Read the full article
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US Senate Candidate Kelly Tshibaka Says God is Sending Her Into Government to ‘Rule’ and ‘Subdue’. via /r/atheism
US Senate Candidate Kelly Tshibaka Says God is Sending Her Into Government to ‘Rule’ and ‘Subdue’.
https://www.rightwingwatch.org/post/us-senate-candidate-kelly-tshibaka-says-god-is-sending-her-into-government-to-rule-and-subdue/
Kelly Tshibaka, a Trump-endorsed candidate who is seeking to unseat Sen. Lisa Murkowski in Alaska’s Republican primary, spoke in May at North Kenai Chapel in Kenai, Alaska, in May, where she declared that “God created government” and that she has been “sent to the harvest field of government.”
During her remarks, Tshibaka warned that Christians are failing God if they are not working to actively influence government and politics.
God is so involved in government, Tshibaka claimed, that he is responsible for creating the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service.
“Do you know who created government?” Tshibaka asked rhetorically. “Here it is: Genesis 1:28. You got to know your Bible. It’s a story. If you read it the way I read it, it’s the best book ever. ‘Be fruitful and multiply, and fill the earth, and subdue it; and rule over the fish of the sea and over the birds of the sky and over every living thing that moves on the Earth.'”
Submitted July 15, 2022 at 04:05PM by Leeming (From Reddit https://ift.tt/vP2oW6f)
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We Will Never Forget
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kroni-c · 5 years
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Harvest Memories Part 1
Stories of bullying and abuse in the church.
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I remember going to the Camp Harvest winter retreat when I was in middle school. I was so excited to go to the Elgin campus for the weekend and have a bunch of fun and hopefully make some friends.
After the drive there, we are told to pick a room to sleep in and leave our bags in the room. Then after to gather in the worship area for instructions. Once everyone arrives, they tell us about all the cool activities and how we were all to be assigned to 1 of 4 teams. After we learned what team we were on as a small group, we received a band of some sort that represents our team color. We were then told that if the opposite teams found your band and turned it in, the that team would get points. But the band can’t be taken if its on your body or in your belongs. I was excited, I had always loved a little competition and hopefully I would finally bond with my small group.
Once we finished with the sermon and ate dinner, we headed back to our rooms to unpack. I finished unpacking and setting up my sleeping bag but once I turned around to see who I’m sleeping near, everyone had chosen places to sleep that were the farthest they could get from me, including the leaders. I didn’t know this at the time but my small group had made a pact not to speak to me or acknowledge my existence. So my goal of making friends was never going to be accomplished.
The weekend went by and I had just tried to have fun by myself as much as I could. So once the last meeting was about to happen, I was so excited to see what each teams score was. Maybe if our team won, people would stop ignoring me. I started gathering my bible and my band so I could join my small group that had started leaving without me when a girl came up to me and asked me what my name was. She smiled at me and I was so happy, someone was talking to me and wanted to know me! I tell her my name and she tells me hers, she then tells me that she thinks I’m really pretty. I was flattered but once I started to tell her she was pretty too, she jolted at me and stole my band. She raises it in the air and says, “I GOT ANOTHER ONE!” And runs to give it to the leader that watched the whole thing so that her team would get points.
After a weekend of being ignored and having that girl trick me, I just balled my eyes out, I went to a leader and told them what happened and they said, “Well fair is fair.” So I had to walk into the meeting area late with no band and as I sat down with my small group, they announce that a yellow band was turned in and the points were given to the other team. Then they asked for the owner of the band to come up and retrieve it. So I had to get up and get the band in front of my team. I was so ashamed and hearing the snickering and angry remarks from my whole team didn’t help.
I went home and told my mom that I had a great time so that she didn’t have to feel bad like I did. This would be the event that set the tone for my future in my small group at Harvest Bible Chapel Rolling Meadows.
If you have a story from your experience at Harvest Bible Chapel or any other church and want it to be published, Email your story and any questions you have to [email protected]. ‪Everything posted will be anonymous unless requested not to be.‬
Link to my original blog post here
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reve-us-e-blog · 5 years
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Look upon God: He knows you thoroughly; He is with you everywhere you go; He has wondrously created you and sovereignly ordained the days of your life. Then, scrutinize yourself by inviting the searchlight of God’s Word into your innermost thoughts and feelings and by yielding yourself to be obedient to God’s ways. Since you can’t escape from God, you must commit yourself to holiness.
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Bread & Circuses
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The recent implosion of James MacDonald’s ministry is a sobering reminder of how easily beguiled the church is by a pretty voice. Not only is the unfolding debacle painful to watch, it also ought to send a chill of fear down the spine of pastors and church leaders. MacDonald was no heretic. He was and is a biblical conservative. His failure, if the reports are true, was one of leadership…
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