Jesus Christ has never lost a soul. His Heart is open towards us always.
Unmasking the Secret
Exposing Errors of the Secular Prosperity Gospel
New International Version (NIV)
4 Do not wear yourself out to get rich;
do not trust your own cleverness.
5 Cast but a glance at riches, and they are gone,
for they will surely sprout wings
and fly off to the sky like an eagle.
What is money but a necessary tool to buy the things that make life a little more comfortable? After all our economy is not based on the barter system, we can only receive food, shelter and clothing through monetary means.
Can reciting or believing specific affirmations make us more financially prosperous? Possibly, if these affirmations are coupled with hard work and financial savvy, we might be rich in houses, land, cars, techno gadgets and various other trappings of modern life but in the process we might become increasingly spiritually bereft. An abundance of money does give one a kind of freedom. All desire freedom from material want and lack something that is central in all societies, but too much concentration on the acquisition of money can be the ball and chain the binds us in servitude to the “Almighty Dollar”.
James Arthur Ray is the perfect example of how the Bible based Law of Attraction can be taken to the extreme and beyond. Mr. Ray is a false prophet who has turned what God meant for good into a systematic formula based on greed.
For people like him everything in the world can be reduced to a series of numbers, values or phrases. But I don’t just blame Mr. Ray after all he was not in this by himself. His followers chose to worship him and his phony techniques to their ultimate detriment resulting in some cases in the loss of life. Mutual motivations propel both the followers and his congregation. Mr. Ray’s flock like him are seduced with the promise of wealth, peace, unlimited prosperity in a series of gibberish culled from various philosophies which only transfer money from their pockets to his.
Just like certain phony preachers crowding the airwaves of The Word Network and TBN these self-help gurus take time honored principles from the Bible and Native American traditions, mix them all into a New Agey hodgepodge mumbo jumbo designed to suck in the needy and the greedy. Truly these preening posing coxcombs embody every one of the Seven Deadly Sins. Like the ill fated protagonist Gustav von Aschenbach from the novella A Death in Venice written by Thomas Mann both the gurus and their followers march to their demise along a pathway which only leads to destruction.
Much like the “Prosperity Preachers and the Prosperity Gospel” those who don’t manifest immediate peace, insight, revelation or prosperity often endure from feelings of worthlessness. But that’s okay. Just give the Prophet or Guru another $500 to $2000 and we can go on another Vision Quest and try it again until you get it right. These seers or mystics prey on peoples’ weaknesses by bringing them to their breaking point.
There are many wonderful programs that assist people in terms of setting goals and meeting with like minded people on plans and strategies that will help the individual accomplish their goals. But none of those programs should involve blind obedience to a program or an individual.
Today’s Self-Help Gurus are only the latest incarnation of brainwashing cults intent on manipulating minds and emotions of searchers or those seeking to fill a void in their lives. These men and women just cobble together a philosophy that on the surface appears to be sound since it’s supposedly based on ancient wisdom, but in reality is has more holes than Swiss cheese. A workman is worthy or his hire, however he/she is also accountable to his flock and ultimately to God.
All faiths have sought to explain, prevent or relieve suffering but as human beings we know suffering is part of the human experience. We cannot avoid some suffering but on the other hand there is no need for us to going chasing after it either.
The Law of Attraction, by now we’ve all heard about this Biblical and Universal Law to some extent. As a man thinks so is he, Life and Death are in the Power of the Tongue, confessions, profession, affirmations, speak life, etc… You get the gist of the message. Yes to some extent your thoughts and words do create your world but simply speaking or thinking right thoughts is not a barrier to the issues of life. In fact Jesus said that we would have trials and tribulations in this life but He would be with us always. So the measure of a Blessed Life is not a big house, fine car or lots of money in the bank. How many rich people do we hear about daily who are unhappy, on drugs, alcohol, been married ten times or who just give up and commit suicide? So does money or the worldly version of success bring happiness or joy? No. Of course extreme poverty or serious illness is not a happy experience either but life is cyclical. We’re supposed to have ups and downs.
Beware any pastor, minister, or self help guru who makes promises that if we just follow their specialized guaranteed Twelve Steps to Success we will all be singing and dancing like Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm. The only people whose wealth is increasing are those false prophets whether they’re wearing a clerical collar or a designer suit.
The hidden unspoken message behind their declarations are that people who don’t experience success, i.e. folks who get sick, lose their job, home, fall on hard times or die did not have enough faith or didn’t follow the so-called steps for the “right results”.
Redefine success. Your own personal success. Little did I realize that I was successful when I lost my good high paying job five years ago; when I found myself in the E.R. of Roosevelt Hospital, November 7, 2008 due to extreme high blood pressure; when I lost my vision in my left eye for over a year until surgery partially restored my sight January 2010, when I nearly died from an addiction to prescription medications, when I found myself penniless and unable to pay my rent or other bills I was still successful. When I hit rock bottom that’s when I lost all my pride and was forced to ask for help. When I prayed to God and asked him to send me help, my prayers were answered. I’m still not where I want to be in life but I’m on my way there. Why? Because I’m right where God wants me to be in life.
New International Version (NIV)
13 Brothers and sisters, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, 14 I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus.
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Tagged you’re It?
Saluting Keeping One’s Virginity and Remaining or Returning to Celibacy
I’m making an update to this blog as a response to some idiot on Twitter who had the audacity to send me his blog regarding some fool man who has 30 kids out of wedlock. I guess he thought I would think his blog was funny. Desmond Hatchett is the poster child for oversexed males who think they are studs just because they can make a baby. If any of you read the original article on the web, Mr. Hatchett is petitioning the courts to eliminate his court ordered child support because he has nothing left once the courts garnish his wages. Mind you the children’s mothers are only receiving approximately $1.47 per child. How is it that stories about men and women who have numerous sexcapades which result in multiple unwed births make the headlines as though these immature baby making fools were performing a service to humanity while decent folks like Tim Tebow and Lolo Jones are laughed at because they have decided to remain Virgins! Talk about double standard. How is it that the media and our society glamorizes slutty behavior making others who refuse to tow the line outsiders, unhip, or not cool.
For all those who prize sexual ability and/or availability over character, morals, intellect and just plain good judgement, if Lolo Jones and Tim Tebow continue to stick with their high principles they will avoid all the “Baby-Mama, Baby-Daddy, Sex Tapes going viral on YouTube and STD/VD issues.
Tagged or as I have found it to be the “Booty Call” social networking site is the antithesis of good taste and maturity among adults who claim they are trying to find a mate. All you will find on Tagged is a roll in the hay or if you’re not so lucky a combination Jack the Ripper/Ted Bundy sociopath.
How did I become so vehement against a social site in which I only have a passing relationship? (I have an account that I never use.) It all came to a head while I was lunching with a friend who not only uses the site on a regular basis but has accessed or accepted a selection of pornographic photos so vile and disgusting that even the hidden hedonist within me cringes to look at them. She was about to show me some X-rated pictures when she hesitated and made a remark that stunned me. She more or less accused me of being stuck-up or thinking that I was better than everyone else or specifically her because I no longer engaged in that lifestyle. Her comments really upset me because we have or I thought had a better close relationship. I was so hurt and upset because I thought that being a woman she would understand that I had made the choice to remain celibate because I was abused. She felt I should have gotten over what happened to me because domestic violence happens to plenty of women and I should just take up having sex with every and any men who cross my path. I have to admit because I was in emotional pain I made a rather extreme statement that, “I hated sex”. This is not entirely true. Of course like any red blooded American woman I enjoy sex, that is sex with the right man. Believe me even at my age I’ve had plenty of opportunities to have sex. It seems once I made the celibacy decision and fought off temptation the devil has had more jackasses cross my path than I care to mention. They are dangle that carrot of supposed endless pleasure and passion before me but I refuse to take the bait because I know it is all a pack of lies and an illusion.
Judging from my girlfriend’s experience once you contact these males on Tagged they send you pictures of body parts, Ala disgraced New York representative Anthony Weiner. Yes I mean penises and in my girlfriends pictures, guys with elongated tongues. Hey, I’m in my 50s and to put it bluntly it will take more than a big dick and a long tongue to turn me on or even satisfy me. I’m long past the “He’s so Fine” stage. I’m looking for good character, integrity, intelligence, loyalty and a strong faith in God. Sex is an important part of a relationship between engaged or married couples and; since I don’t qualify on either stage why should I demean myself for a few moments of pleasure, his pleasures not mine.
My girlfriend is in her 40s and should also be long past that stage, claiming she wants to find a good man, settle down and get married but if you choose a man solely based on physical a characteristic, that’s all you get, is the superficial and shallow. Even though I’ve been insulted and ridiculed for my stand as a Christian woman I will continue to stay faithful and true to God’s Word. I’m enjoying very strong platonic relationships and dating garnering respect from my guy friends and dates. Eventually I too would like to get married but this time I will let God choose the mate not me. Since I last wrote God has chosen my mate and I’m still going to wait and do things the right way this time.
Meagan Good adheres to celibacy while engaged
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Great is Thy Faithfulness
Great is thy Faithfulness – Israel Houghton and New Breed
Mother C. aka “Rochdale Village Hat Lady” is a living testimony at 91 years young. She’s always in a good mood, happy go lucky and is a Blessing to be around. Always immaculately made up and always with a gorgeous hat! I want to be like her when I get to be 91.
Mother C. is known for the variety and beauty of hats she wears every day. The hats could be art work by themselves but Mother C. lends them a grace and dignity that only someone who has led a life dedicated to the Lord can give.
Now I’ve been living in Rochdale Village for over 20 years and of course we’ve spoken over the years but today God must have led Mother C. to sit next to me to share her testimony. She also has these really wonderful little humorous stories that made me laugh and revealed to me that women can still be vibrant and joyful in your 90s.
I told her about Ivan’s Mom and how sad we both felt. She just gave her simple testimony and I felt a burden lifted from me. Mother C. related how God brought her through the death of her husband and her daughter. She called on the Lord and He gave her peace in the midst of the storm. She looks back on the good times and good memories she had with her loved ones who passed away. Mother C. lives her calling of being an encouragement to those experiencing trials and tribulations. She is not ashamed of the Gospel of Jesus Christ or of its power of deliverance and healing. By relying on God she became a testimony before her congregation during a time when most people just completely break down. She also said she would pray for Ivan.
Every word Mother C spoke was a confirmation of the message preached by Min. Tracy Ward at the 11:00am service at New Jerusalem Baptist Church. God really does work in mysterious ways His wonders to perform. The Lord will give us signs that it is well with the souls of our loved ones who have transitioned.
God will always send the right person to you when you need encouragement or your faith needs to be reinforced. Thank you Lord!
The true strength of any relationship lies not in the good times but by weathering the bad times together.
O’Jays — Stairway to Heaven
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The Cruelty of “Christianity”
“Oh, why have your people forced on me the name of Pauline Johnson? Was not my Indian name good enough? Do you think you help us by bidding us forget our blood? By teaching us to cast off all memory of our high ideals and our glorious past? I am an Indian. My pen and my life I devote to the memory of my own people. Forget that I was Pauline Johnson, but remember always that I was Tekahionwake, the Mohawk that humbly aspired to be the saga singer of her people, the bard of the noblest folk the world has ever seen, the sad historian of her own heroic race.”
Nobody knows my name or the real me except Jesus and him alone. Some ancestors unwillingly pulled from the breast of Mother Africa the others walked the “Trail of Tears”. Both had forced upon them the indoctrination of Euro-centric Christianity to the detriment of each noble culture.
A few months ago I traced my maternal ancestry back to Mozambique. When I made that discovery something in my spirit clicked and I knew that one day I had to return to the birthplace of my Great, great, great, great, great Grandmother, her birth name lost to time and eternity. Other ancestors born in this great land have yet to be revealed. Many times I wonder, “What was my African and/or Native American name.” The names of Finney, Halstead, Gordon, Palmer were all given by some distant slave-owner. Who were they and who were they 500 years ago?
Like Tekahionwake I live my dichotomy every day even in my spiritual life wondering about the respective faiths of my African and Native American ancestors. Thinking about how their own unique worship was torn asunder only to be replaced by a Euro-centric “Christian” god who relegated them to a lesser status, below that of their European captors.
Children of an accursed Ham? (Genesis 9:20–27) I think not for the descendents of the great Realm of Ethiopia have risen again to the rightful place in the Diaspora.
New King James Version (NKJV)
42 The queen of the South will rise up in the judgment with this generation and condemn it, for she came from the ends of the earth to hear the wisdom of Solomon; and indeed a greater than Solomon is here.
The cries of my people would not be extinguished. The voices of my Native American ancestors called to me for redemption. Through an experiment called Carlisle Indian Industrial School History, really internment in re-culturalization concentration camps Richard Henry Pratt sought to erase the cultural identity of Kiowa, Cheyenne, Arapaho and other tribes through forcing children into complete immersion in Eurocentric culture and identity, effectively erasing their own. Take away a person’s language and belief systems, telling them that how God created them was wrong and had to be fixed only serves to create indwelling images of self-hatred within those lost children. If eradicating my indigenous and African American culture, traditions, ethnicity and exchanging them for dominant white culture will I be closer to God? Will Jesus accept me in this new form?
As I gaze in the mirror as many Native Americans did 150 years ago neither my face nor my features as God made them can be erased. The efforts on the part of European conquerors failed. Nor were the colonizers able to erase the connection to the Great Spirit as he was known long before the white man touched our shores.
White man you tell me that only your version of Jesus can save my soul and deliver me from sin. And just what is my sin? Being born with a brown face, high cheek bones, full lips, long flowing Jet Black hair or locs that rise to kiss the sun. Does my sin lie in the dances my people perform to honor my ancestors and Mother Earth who gives us all sustenance? Am I or my ways at fault because we revere Nature as opposed to destroying the land, fouling the waters, polluting the environment in a never ending obsession to conquer, convert and control? Now who is the savage? Who is the so-called heathen?
Oh European who comes bearing the sign of the cross who is this God of yours that lifts up your customs and traditions but disparages mine? He is not the Jesus depicted in your Old Master paintings from Italy, Spain, France or the Flemish Masters. No, more than likely he was a swarthy man with kinky dark wooly hair, skin darkened by constant exposure to the sun. Jesus was someone whose looks paralleled the populations most of the indigenous tribes of Africa, North and South America.
New King James Version (NKJV)
14 His head and hair were white like wool, as white as snow, and His eyes like a flame of fire; 15 His feet were like fine brass, as if refined in a furnace, and His voice as the sound of many waters;
We Sisters and Brothers from what you named the “Third World” now know that Jesus came for us just as we are. God accepts us in all the richness with which he created us. We Black and Brown followers have redefined and returned Christianity to its original intent and meaning.
No longer do we walk the “Trail of Tears” or the Via Dolorosa. Now we stand together arm in arm marching onward to Zion that beautiful city of God taking our place among those who have been redeemed.
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