Post by Stormsong on Nov 27, 2006 21:14:09 GMT -5
--PATHWAYS--
Author Unknown
Well, it had been yet another bad day in the office, and once again
it was the fault of that new girl, MaryAnne. She is one of those
Wiccans, a so-called Witch. How can anyone in their right mind make
this claim, knowing that it goes against God and all of the teachings
of the Bible? She doesn't even have the common decency to keep her
satanic symbol, her pentagram necklace hidden from the view of the
decent, God-fearing people in the office. She has some nerve. I find
that I cannot hate her for this though, for I know that she has been
Deceived. Satan works his evil in ways that she cannot see.
I've seen that so called Wiccan Rede that she has tacked to the wall
above her computer. On the surface, it looks like a decent loving
belief, but all one must do is look, look closely and see that by
practicing this way, and not embracing Jesus Christ as savior, she is
on the pathway to Hell.
As I've said, it was a bad day in the office. Three times in the past
few weeks I have been called in to see my supervisor, and he has told
me that I am not allowed to preach to MaryAnne the word of God, to
show her the error of her ways. Today, my supervisor told me that if
I continue to "harass" MaryAnne, he would be forced to terminate me.
How can he say this? He himself is a God fearing man. And, how can he
be so tolerant of the evil that he sees insinuating itself into our
workplace?
As I lay down to sleep last night, I asked the Lord for
guidance. "God, grant me a true vision of you, so that I may better
lead the faithless onto the righteous path."
"Oh, a true vision of Me is it? Are you sure that you're ready, truly
ready to see, my son?"
I sat bolt upright in bed, and there, at the foot of my bed, white of
hair and beard, in a long, flowing white robe, stood the Lord my God.
I made to leap from the bed and fall to my knees in front of Him, but
He stopped me with a gesture. "Kneel not before me at this time my
son. Instead, rise and walk with Me, so that you may get a glimpse of
what I truly am, as you asked of me in your prayer."
He took my hand, and as I looked, my bedroom was no longer there, but
a pathway thru the woods. We started to walk, and I was too awestruck
for words. We took the path to the left, and we were then inside St.
Catherine's Church, in the middle of a service. While still standing
beside me, God seemed to expand and fill the whole of the church. I
could see smiles of contentment forming on some of the parishioners'
faces. I felt blessed. God smiled upon me. "The Catholics hold such
pretty masses, don't they? I like to stop here in this church,
because not only do they speak the words, but also they live the
life, thru teaching, helping the sick and poor, not only with
handouts, but helping them learn to help themselves. Now let us walk
on," And we were back on the pathway.
We traveled a bit further along, and then were in the parlor of a
funeral home. A young woman was kneeling before the casket, resting
her head on it and crying. I could see by the similarity, that this
dead man must be her father. God knelt beside her, and drew His arms
about her. "Miss him, that is all right, but weep not for him, for
now he is with Me". She wiped her eyes, and stood with a sad smile
upon her face, and said "Good-bye Daddy. I'll miss you," and turned
and left the room. And we were back on the pathway.
We walked a little ways, and we were in front of a large lodge of
some kind. I could hear music and laughter spilling out of the
windows. I turned to look at God, and was shocked to see, not the
flowing white robe, but Him wearing leather and animal furs, his hair
and beard now the colour of wheat, and a sword strapped across His
back. He strode forth, and I saw him approach a figure I had not seen
before. As I looked close, I was shocked to see that it was the same
face that I had just seen dead, but looking young and strong, and
dressed in ancient looking garb, an axe strapped to his waist. God
strode up to him and grabbed him in a great bear hug. "Welcome my
son. We've been waiting for you. Now, go inside and raise a cup or
two, and meet with your brother." And, with a hearty slap on the
back, he sent the man inside. And then we were back on the pathway.
We walked a bit further, and then we were in a mosque. At least I
believed so, as I had never been in one before, but had seen pictures
of them. The group of worshippers was not large, but I could see
their rapt faces as they listened to the mullah speak. He was
speaking to them of purity, both of the mind and the body, bringing
them closer to Allah. And as he spoke, God, dressed now in the robes
of the desert, walked among them and briefly laid his hands upon each
set of shoulders. And, from their faces, I could see that these men
knew that the words of the mullah were true, and that their spirits
felt touched by God. And then we were back on the pathway.
After we had walked a bit, we found ourselves in an African village.
People with skin as black as night, the women with their breast
shamefully bared, were dancing in a circle, to the rhythm of the
drums being played by a group of men. Somehow though, the bared
breasts did not offend me, and the music seemed to seep into my soul.
God was then a mighty lion, and He let forth a mighty roar. The
villagers did not seem to hear, but the drums increased their
pounding, and the dancers danced with frenzy. And then we were back
on the pathway.
We walked a bit more, and were on the top of a cliff. There sat,
painted and covered with feathers, an old Navajo man. As I watched,
he seemed to change into the form of an eagle and take flight, and we
were flying with him, soaring high into the air, seeing the vista
spread out below us. And God, in the form of an eagle Himself, seemed
to guide this other eagle thru the air, over mountains and thru
valleys, until he came upon a group of men. As I watched, the old
Navajo man was no longer an eagle, but a young boy instead, and he
sat at the feet of these men, to listen to the words of his elders.
And then we were back on the pathway.
We traveled a bit, and then we were in a forest clearing. I knew this
place. It was known as a place of devil worship and evil. In the
center of the clearing roared a great bonfire, and kiwi torches
outlined a circle of sorts. Inside this circle, in a circle
themselves, stood 7 men and 6 women, dressed in robes of varying
colours, their arms raised to the moon. Was that one woman MaryAnne?
I really couldn't be sure. And God walked among them in the circle,
touching each one. He seemed not to be an older man now, but as he
made each of three turns around the circle, he was first a young
girl, bouncing with energy, then a woman of middle years, with a
tender smile for all Her children, and finally, an old woman, body
bent, but holding Her head up with pride. And a woman stepped
forward, and yes, it was MaryAnne, and lifted her head to the
sky. "Great Goddess, Mother of us all, thank you for joining us
tonight. Stay if You will, go if You must. Know in our hearts You
will always be welcome. Blessed be!!" And we were back on the
pathway.
As we walked along, ahead in the distance I saw the most beautiful
man. Yes, beautiful, though I would never normally think of a man
this way. With blonde hair, and a golden robe, he seemed to radiate
sunshine. God and this golden man nodded to each other as they
passed, sharing a smile together. "My Lord" I asked, "was that an
angel?"
"Well, yes, he is known as that to some. He is also known to some as
a god himself. That was Lucifer."
And His words caused me to stumble. I couldn't believe that we had
just passed the ultimate evil. God looked at me, and He knew my mind.
And He chuckled a bit. "Think about it logically My son. The Lucifer
that you know is a fallen angel, cast out of heaven for challenging
Me. If I am the all-powerful being, above all others, how could he do
this? How could I allow it?"
"But, in the bible...." I stammered.
"The Bible is a wonderful book, as are the Koran and the Torah and
many others, but they are just books, written by the hand of man, not
written by Me. And, it's a bit confusing as well if the truth be
known, but that's not up to Me to fix. These books are wonderful, but
only as guidance, for each man and woman must think for themselves."
And, I believed He was right in this. "Now, come forth, we must
journey a little more before you go back." and He took my hand once
again.
As we followed the pathway, we soared thru the stars, listening to
the music of the heavens, we became a little flower and a mighty oak,
we became a babbling brook, and a mighty ocean. We flitted from
flower to flower as a little honeybee, and ran across the plains as a
mighty stallion. And, all too soon the pathway returned us to my
home.
God held my hand a moment longer, and smiled into my face. "My son,
you prayed tonight for a true vision of Me. For vision, you must only
open your eyes and see what there is to see. Good night to you". And
then He was gone, and I was back in my bed. A dream I thought, only a
dream, that couldn't have been real.
At that time, a bolt of lightning lit up my room thru the window, and
thunder crashed thru the sky, and I thought I heard, from seemingly
far away, "Remember, the Lord works in mysterious ways My son".
This morning as I entered the office, I went to the machine for a cup
of coffee, and standing there, I spied MaryAnne. As I approached her,
I could see her barely cringe, and I could see in her face that she
was expecting yet another onslaught from me and my book. She seemed
to cast her eyes about for a way to escape, but there was none. I
walked up to her and smiled. "I think I owe you an apology," I
said. "I've been a bit narrow minded of late, and I really had no
right to subject you to what I did. It's not up to me to say how you
find your path to your spirit, and I was wrong to think that was so."
MaryAnne just stood there, not knowing what to say. "So, I just
wanted to say that I'm so sorry, and I hope you will forgive my
trespass. God bless you MaryAnne, and...uh....Blessed Be?"
You know, I always thought that it was just a saying; about people's
jaws dropping to the floor, but MaryAnne did her best at that moment
to prove me wrong.
Author Unknown
Well, it had been yet another bad day in the office, and once again
it was the fault of that new girl, MaryAnne. She is one of those
Wiccans, a so-called Witch. How can anyone in their right mind make
this claim, knowing that it goes against God and all of the teachings
of the Bible? She doesn't even have the common decency to keep her
satanic symbol, her pentagram necklace hidden from the view of the
decent, God-fearing people in the office. She has some nerve. I find
that I cannot hate her for this though, for I know that she has been
Deceived. Satan works his evil in ways that she cannot see.
I've seen that so called Wiccan Rede that she has tacked to the wall
above her computer. On the surface, it looks like a decent loving
belief, but all one must do is look, look closely and see that by
practicing this way, and not embracing Jesus Christ as savior, she is
on the pathway to Hell.
As I've said, it was a bad day in the office. Three times in the past
few weeks I have been called in to see my supervisor, and he has told
me that I am not allowed to preach to MaryAnne the word of God, to
show her the error of her ways. Today, my supervisor told me that if
I continue to "harass" MaryAnne, he would be forced to terminate me.
How can he say this? He himself is a God fearing man. And, how can he
be so tolerant of the evil that he sees insinuating itself into our
workplace?
As I lay down to sleep last night, I asked the Lord for
guidance. "God, grant me a true vision of you, so that I may better
lead the faithless onto the righteous path."
"Oh, a true vision of Me is it? Are you sure that you're ready, truly
ready to see, my son?"
I sat bolt upright in bed, and there, at the foot of my bed, white of
hair and beard, in a long, flowing white robe, stood the Lord my God.
I made to leap from the bed and fall to my knees in front of Him, but
He stopped me with a gesture. "Kneel not before me at this time my
son. Instead, rise and walk with Me, so that you may get a glimpse of
what I truly am, as you asked of me in your prayer."
He took my hand, and as I looked, my bedroom was no longer there, but
a pathway thru the woods. We started to walk, and I was too awestruck
for words. We took the path to the left, and we were then inside St.
Catherine's Church, in the middle of a service. While still standing
beside me, God seemed to expand and fill the whole of the church. I
could see smiles of contentment forming on some of the parishioners'
faces. I felt blessed. God smiled upon me. "The Catholics hold such
pretty masses, don't they? I like to stop here in this church,
because not only do they speak the words, but also they live the
life, thru teaching, helping the sick and poor, not only with
handouts, but helping them learn to help themselves. Now let us walk
on," And we were back on the pathway.
We traveled a bit further along, and then were in the parlor of a
funeral home. A young woman was kneeling before the casket, resting
her head on it and crying. I could see by the similarity, that this
dead man must be her father. God knelt beside her, and drew His arms
about her. "Miss him, that is all right, but weep not for him, for
now he is with Me". She wiped her eyes, and stood with a sad smile
upon her face, and said "Good-bye Daddy. I'll miss you," and turned
and left the room. And we were back on the pathway.
We walked a little ways, and we were in front of a large lodge of
some kind. I could hear music and laughter spilling out of the
windows. I turned to look at God, and was shocked to see, not the
flowing white robe, but Him wearing leather and animal furs, his hair
and beard now the colour of wheat, and a sword strapped across His
back. He strode forth, and I saw him approach a figure I had not seen
before. As I looked close, I was shocked to see that it was the same
face that I had just seen dead, but looking young and strong, and
dressed in ancient looking garb, an axe strapped to his waist. God
strode up to him and grabbed him in a great bear hug. "Welcome my
son. We've been waiting for you. Now, go inside and raise a cup or
two, and meet with your brother." And, with a hearty slap on the
back, he sent the man inside. And then we were back on the pathway.
We walked a bit further, and then we were in a mosque. At least I
believed so, as I had never been in one before, but had seen pictures
of them. The group of worshippers was not large, but I could see
their rapt faces as they listened to the mullah speak. He was
speaking to them of purity, both of the mind and the body, bringing
them closer to Allah. And as he spoke, God, dressed now in the robes
of the desert, walked among them and briefly laid his hands upon each
set of shoulders. And, from their faces, I could see that these men
knew that the words of the mullah were true, and that their spirits
felt touched by God. And then we were back on the pathway.
After we had walked a bit, we found ourselves in an African village.
People with skin as black as night, the women with their breast
shamefully bared, were dancing in a circle, to the rhythm of the
drums being played by a group of men. Somehow though, the bared
breasts did not offend me, and the music seemed to seep into my soul.
God was then a mighty lion, and He let forth a mighty roar. The
villagers did not seem to hear, but the drums increased their
pounding, and the dancers danced with frenzy. And then we were back
on the pathway.
We walked a bit more, and were on the top of a cliff. There sat,
painted and covered with feathers, an old Navajo man. As I watched,
he seemed to change into the form of an eagle and take flight, and we
were flying with him, soaring high into the air, seeing the vista
spread out below us. And God, in the form of an eagle Himself, seemed
to guide this other eagle thru the air, over mountains and thru
valleys, until he came upon a group of men. As I watched, the old
Navajo man was no longer an eagle, but a young boy instead, and he
sat at the feet of these men, to listen to the words of his elders.
And then we were back on the pathway.
We traveled a bit, and then we were in a forest clearing. I knew this
place. It was known as a place of devil worship and evil. In the
center of the clearing roared a great bonfire, and kiwi torches
outlined a circle of sorts. Inside this circle, in a circle
themselves, stood 7 men and 6 women, dressed in robes of varying
colours, their arms raised to the moon. Was that one woman MaryAnne?
I really couldn't be sure. And God walked among them in the circle,
touching each one. He seemed not to be an older man now, but as he
made each of three turns around the circle, he was first a young
girl, bouncing with energy, then a woman of middle years, with a
tender smile for all Her children, and finally, an old woman, body
bent, but holding Her head up with pride. And a woman stepped
forward, and yes, it was MaryAnne, and lifted her head to the
sky. "Great Goddess, Mother of us all, thank you for joining us
tonight. Stay if You will, go if You must. Know in our hearts You
will always be welcome. Blessed be!!" And we were back on the
pathway.
As we walked along, ahead in the distance I saw the most beautiful
man. Yes, beautiful, though I would never normally think of a man
this way. With blonde hair, and a golden robe, he seemed to radiate
sunshine. God and this golden man nodded to each other as they
passed, sharing a smile together. "My Lord" I asked, "was that an
angel?"
"Well, yes, he is known as that to some. He is also known to some as
a god himself. That was Lucifer."
And His words caused me to stumble. I couldn't believe that we had
just passed the ultimate evil. God looked at me, and He knew my mind.
And He chuckled a bit. "Think about it logically My son. The Lucifer
that you know is a fallen angel, cast out of heaven for challenging
Me. If I am the all-powerful being, above all others, how could he do
this? How could I allow it?"
"But, in the bible...." I stammered.
"The Bible is a wonderful book, as are the Koran and the Torah and
many others, but they are just books, written by the hand of man, not
written by Me. And, it's a bit confusing as well if the truth be
known, but that's not up to Me to fix. These books are wonderful, but
only as guidance, for each man and woman must think for themselves."
And, I believed He was right in this. "Now, come forth, we must
journey a little more before you go back." and He took my hand once
again.
As we followed the pathway, we soared thru the stars, listening to
the music of the heavens, we became a little flower and a mighty oak,
we became a babbling brook, and a mighty ocean. We flitted from
flower to flower as a little honeybee, and ran across the plains as a
mighty stallion. And, all too soon the pathway returned us to my
home.
God held my hand a moment longer, and smiled into my face. "My son,
you prayed tonight for a true vision of Me. For vision, you must only
open your eyes and see what there is to see. Good night to you". And
then He was gone, and I was back in my bed. A dream I thought, only a
dream, that couldn't have been real.
At that time, a bolt of lightning lit up my room thru the window, and
thunder crashed thru the sky, and I thought I heard, from seemingly
far away, "Remember, the Lord works in mysterious ways My son".
This morning as I entered the office, I went to the machine for a cup
of coffee, and standing there, I spied MaryAnne. As I approached her,
I could see her barely cringe, and I could see in her face that she
was expecting yet another onslaught from me and my book. She seemed
to cast her eyes about for a way to escape, but there was none. I
walked up to her and smiled. "I think I owe you an apology," I
said. "I've been a bit narrow minded of late, and I really had no
right to subject you to what I did. It's not up to me to say how you
find your path to your spirit, and I was wrong to think that was so."
MaryAnne just stood there, not knowing what to say. "So, I just
wanted to say that I'm so sorry, and I hope you will forgive my
trespass. God bless you MaryAnne, and...uh....Blessed Be?"
You know, I always thought that it was just a saying; about people's
jaws dropping to the floor, but MaryAnne did her best at that moment
to prove me wrong.