My Week With God

“Comfort, o comfort, My people” says your God.
“Speak kindly to Jerusalem; And call out to her that her warfare has ended,
That her iniquity has been removed,
That she has received from the Lord’s hand double for all her sins

Isaiah Ch 40

“My” people-affectionate love. “Abba” Father
“Your” God- “I belong to you. And you belong to me.”
“I am yours, you are mine”
“Come all you who are weary and burdened. I will give you rest.”
“Don’t Worry.”

There were a few plans I had, some places I wanted to go for vacation but they fell through.

But that was okay because I had a week with God.

I laughed, cried, got angry, wrestled and quarreled.
It’s interesting how my relationship with God can be so similar to other relationships.

There were two main themes to what God had showed me.
His fatherly adopted love and his great sovereignty, even over me and my fallible heart.

The Book of Hosea is what was referenced to bring me to salvation fifteen years ago
Wow, has it really been that long?
How the time has flown by

When Israel was a child, I loved him,
and out of Egypt I called my son.
But the more I called Israel,
the further they went from me.
They sacrificed to the Baals
and they burned incense to images.
It was I who taught Ephraim to walk,
taking them by the arms;
but they did not realize
it was I who healed them.
I led them with cords of human kindness,
with ties of love;
I lifted the yoke from their neck
and bent down to feed them.

This is some pretty affectionate love. Love I so desperately need but could never earn.






One day last week the Lord brought me to this scripture in 1 Kings. A prayer from Solomon.
Now, O LORD my God, you have made your servant king in place of my father David. But I am only a little child and do not know how to carry out my duties. Your servant is here among the people you have chosen, a great people, too numerous to count or number. So give your servant a discerning heart to govern your people and to distinguish between right and wrong. For who is able to govern this great people of yours?"
The Lord was pleased that Solomon had asked for this.
1 Kings Ch 3

Do my prayers please God or are they self centered?

Do I pray for one man’s struggle that may live as far as Africa?

Do I pray prayers that I will never see the result of this side if Heaven?

Do my prayers please God?

…The Lord was pleased that Solomon had asked for this…
Amazing. God Almighty was moved by one man’s prayer. He was actually “choked up” by Solomon’s prayer.

Another day I was angry because of my sin areas. I felt that God wasn’t helping me enough. I want a quick cure for my sins so that I can “move on”.

Then God gave me a picture of my son, Sean, knocking on my door. When I opened it Sean has lost much weight, had been in trouble with the law, track marks in his arm, and disheveled clothes on, yet he was turning to me for help. (This was just an image)

What should my reaction be?

Would I give him a card with the closest methadone clinic? Would I send him away for help? Or would I bring him in, clothe him, feed him, counsel him, and let him rest?
…It was I who taught Ephraim to walk,
taking them by the arms;
but they did not realize
it was I who healed them.
I led them with cords of human kindness,
with ties of love;
I lifted the yoke from their neck
and bent down to feed them…
God wants to do this with me. He wants to walk me through this. Not give me a quick cure or whip me into shape like a harsh taskmaster.
…I led them with cords of human kindness,
with ties of love…

It’s funny the way even my sin can “help” my relationship with God.

Then there was further encouragement
I will grant peace in the land, and you will lie down and no one will make you afraid. I will remove savage beasts from the land, and the sword will not pass through your country.
You will pursue your enemies, and they will fall by the sword before you.
Five of you will chase a hundred, and a hundred of you will chase ten thousand, and your enemies will fall by the sword before you.
I will look on you with favor and make you fruitful and increase your numbers, and I will keep my covenant with you.
You will still be eating last year's harvest when you will have to move it out to make room for the new.
I will put my dwelling place among you, and I will not abhor you.
I will walk among you and be your God, and you will be my people.
I am the LORD your God, who brought you out of Egypt so that you would no longer be slaves to the Egyptians; I broke the bars of your yoke and enabled you to walk with heads held high
Leviticus 26
Each line of this scripture conveys a great promise!


Then another day I read about God’e sovereignty at the birth of Christ
Angels visited the shepherds
Yet the Pharisees were visited by no angels nor did they see a star
The wise men saw a star that “stopped” over the manger
There is actually more if you want it (haha)
But this was a small poem God put on my heart:


No one so good, no one so great
Maker of the Galaxies, death was your fate
Omnipotent, yet bled for my sake
No one so good, no one so great

Sweet Father

Mercy

Many spears that I have thrown

I have chased you, all alone

through the desert



Tender

a bruised reed you will not break

A smoldering wick you will not take

Despite the evil



Gentle

My Lord ,You’ve played your harp for me

Though my spears I throw endlessly

You’re my sweet David



Loving

Who should have many opportune time

Raised your great sword that’s stronger than mine

For you have spared me



Gracious

You have honored me, oh God

Because of the name I bear

Though I’m so sinful

The Plan

Aydia and Jarus waited patiently for him. Jarus hadn’t met him yet but was in for
an awesome surprise. Aydia was two heads taller than Jarus and had more
experience but the Great Seraph, who was about to appear, was much more advanced than the both of them.
Glory burst forth before the both of them in blasting brilliant splendor and light. Jarus had a tendency to bow down but Aydia signaled him not to. Before them stood a third angel towering over them like a giant. He was ten times the size of Aydia .His eyes were triumphant and peaceful, yet awestruck. For he had just come out from the Presence of the Almighty. It took a short while for the Glory on his being to fade so that Aydia and Jarus could look at him without squinting. He lifted one of his gigantic six wings sending a rush of wind past Aydia and Jarus in greetings.
“Greetings, my fellow servants,” he said with a peaceful grin, “And Jarus! Welcome! For the first time we meet.”
Jarus looked back and forth between the two of them and said impulsively, “You are magnificent, Great Seraph.”
The Seraph laughed.” Thank you, Jarus. But you may call me Rhendaco if you wish. So, I should like to speak to the two of you on a very important matter. I have learned something of the man and woman. As you know, they were created to exist in the recently created material universe, one day to be our judges.”
Aydia nodded enthusiastically. “Yes. Glorious.”
“Man, our future judge, has fallen. Fallen into sin.
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Gary Benjamin

Unto Fools Only

“Yes. I am seven years old right now. There is a plane crash.”
“A plane crash?”
“Yes. Very near. In the woods behind me. The ground shakes. I start crying.”
“Remember, Tracy. We’ve been through this incident before.”
“Okay. Yes. There is burning…wait..there are survivors. They are getting out.”
“What do you do?”
“I want to run. But…I can’t.”
“Why, Tracy? Why would you want to run from people who need your help?
“I…I guess I’m just shook up from the crash.”
“Look at the crash site, Tracy.”
“I can’t. I’m afraid.”
“Don’t they need your help?”
“I…probably.”
“Are they looking at you? Are they wounded?”
“…Yes. One of them is wounded.”
“Allright, Tracy. Let’s go back through it. You are sitting on a log with your doll. Her name is Francis.”
“Yes. Then there is a roar directly above me and then the plane crashes.”
“What made the plane crash, Tracy?”
“I don’t know. How should I know?”
“Are you nervous?”
“Yes.”
“Why are you nervous before the plane crashes?”
“I—I..”
“Tracy,” the psychiatrist leaned forward.” Look at the plane. Look at it before it crashes.”
The hypnotized patient looked up at the ceiling. Her eyes revealed terror. She looked back down toward the wall again.”
“Did you see the plane, Tracy?”
“..Not…a..it’s not..”
“Tracy. You are an objective observer. You cannot be harmed. Remember: Objective observer.”
“Oh, my G…Oh! It’s not a plane!”
“What is it, Tracy?”
“I don’t know. It’s round. It’s…I don’t know. Oh my, Ohh…” Tracy began crying out loud just like she was seven years old again.
The psychiatrist decided to let her vent for a few minutes. He waited.
She continued crying and begging for someone to help her.
“Tracy. You don’t have to look anymore. You can wake up now.”
She screamed out loud as if someone had just driven a knife painfully into her back. “The people!!” she cried more. She hid her face in her hands. “They’re not people!”
“Continue, Tracy.”
“They’re looking at me. Those eyes. Black. Like dolls. They’re coming toward me…”


Jake was watching television while curling a dumbbell with his right hand. He switched to his left while Gary walked into the room.
He was holding a shabby bunch of newspaper and magazine articles. He placed them onto the couch next to Jake.
Jake looked down and then set down the dumbbell. He merely gawked at Gary.
Gary asked, ”Why do you still have these, Jake?”
Jake grinned. ”Just one of those things, I guess.”
“This is no joke, Jake.”
“I didn’t say otherwise.”
Gary looked down and sighed. “Area Fifty-One, Roswell, Hangar Eighteen, The Ancient Astronauts….” Gary sighed again. “All your answers are right here, Jake.” Gary held up his Bible.
“Of course. I know that, Gary.”
Jake stood up and gathered the disheveled papers and walked into the kitchen. Gary could hear him throw away the articles and then go into the bathroom.
Gary walked into the bathroom behind him. “Jake.”
Jake removed a towel from the linen closet and went to the sink. He looked at Gary in the mirror. Then he began to wash his face.
“Jake, I just don’t want you to be entangled into things that aren’t worth it.”
“Okay. Point taken. You know everything.”
“Jake.” Gary paused. “Just pray about it.”
Gary began to walk out of the room when Jake spoke.
“How do you explain it, Gary?”
“I can’t”
“ Exactly. So don’t judge me for looking for answers. You don’t have any for me.”
“Fair enough. But you know as well as I do what is real and what is not. God would never lie to you, Jake.”
“ You win, Gary.”
“Jake, C’mon. I don’t want to ‘win’. I just want to bless you.”
“Then what’s your explanation?” Jake turned to face Gary.
Gary paused but didn’t break eye contact. “You were on heavy drugs. You were also drinking. You-----“
“’ Hallucination,’” said Jake, concluding Gary’s sentence for him.
“Yes.”
Jake became angry. “Look, Gary. I know what I’ve been through in this life! I am not nuts! I know what a hallucination is. I remember what happened to me. It was real.”
Gary had compassion. “Jake. Take your shower. You’ll feel better. We’ll talk later. “ Gary said while squeezing Jake’s shoulder. He walked out of the room.

Continued at http://medhurtch.wordpress.com/

Eternae

The Better Place

I woke up on a tiny island. It was very peaceful. I looked around to see small woods behind me and I was standing on a small beach. In the distance there was another island. I walked into the water to see that it was very cold but it didn’t make me feel uncomfortable. I walked further out to see that it suddenly dropped off vertically. I sank down into the depths of the sea until my feet struck the soft white clean sand bottom. I realized that I didn’t need air and didn’t have to breathe. The bottom of the sea was well lit and very clear. I could see mountains in the distance. There were round objects nearby that looked like a combination of rocks and eggs.
I swam back up to the top. I walked back onto the beach and into a small wood. There was a boat. I decided to step into it and push off. I had one oar that worked very well. There were pyramids floating silently past me in the air and then into the distance.
I got to the next island. The ground was very different. It was orange- brown and featureless except for its skin-like texture. Stepping onto it was like stepping onto the back of a reptilian animal. Perhaps this thing was a creature and not land at all. There were pore/ holes here and there about six inches wide that blew out air every so often.
I walked across it to the other side to see another island in the distance. This one was shimmering bright white much unlike the one I was standing on. Another pyramid floated past me, this one very close to me. I reached for it and missed it.
I got into the boat and discovered that if I push off, it would keep moving under its own power and all I had to do was steer. As I grew closer to the island I could hear musical tones and these were in sync with the lights that flashed on and off in hundreds of different colors. Not just primary and secondary, but hundreds of completely different colors. I decided to move on. I didn’t want to disturb the great balance of activity there so I steered past it.
Now I could see a glowing line in the water that went to the horizon. I was a sort of path in the water. When I steered into it the boat began to speed up very rapidly.

Two more pyramids floated past me.

The musical island faded into the background as I approached a huge pylon jutting out from the water. This must have been some sort of hub for the pyramids because three of the pyramids stopped and hovered over the half mile high structure and then descended inside of it. It was maroon and made of shiny metal. I managed to steer around it but was still on the path toward the horizon.

Now I could see something in the distance. It was a strange white line going across the entirety of the horizon. As I rapidly approached it I could see that it was steps. They were four steps high and eternally wide. The boat slowed and then barely bumped to a stop at the ivory white steps. I stepped out and onto the the steps and walked to the top.

Evidently this is where the ocean ended. All I saw was white shiny flat ground in all directions except behind me. I figured I should simply walk straight ahead and began to notice something. There was a round hoop-like object off to the distant left. I appraoched it and began to hear a humming noise as if there was some sort of power inside it. I saw a panel in front of it with several flat membrane

(More Later)

Other Places

Multiverse

Ron stepped into the car and snuck off briskly to the party. He lived with his girlfriend, Kerri,and didn’t want to disappoint her by running off into the night with his friends without her So he simply left without her knowing.

Someone once said that a good man doesn’t think he’s very good. A bad man thinks he has reasons for his actions, and a really bad man thinks he’s okay.
Ron lived in D1; that is, in our world. Everyone with knowledge of jumping knows that D3.5 is about ninety nine percent parallel. This is disappointing to those who want to get away with clever things. D2 is about eighty- nine percent parallel. Too much for the bad guys. Every policeman in this world is a knight over there. Sometimes a robber will get lucky, though. Pete Kelles had just robbed a bank and jumped to D2, which to those who have knowledge of jumping know isn’t very hard. The cop behind him was nonexistent in D2, so he got away. Why? The policeman, Marcus Gordon, suffered a childhood illness that almost killed him. In D2, that same child, Markon Hordon died, thus leaving the ambitious Marcus with no counterpart.
Oh, what a mess this whole thing has become! The elderly scientist was an idiot savant. He came up with jumping, of course, beginning with theory. He used simple words: We were in yesterday yesterday. But who is in yesterday right now?
And so theories became experiments, and experiments created breakthroughs. He realized that all the worlds were “stacked.” In a way, they were like floors and jumping was like taking a leap to the next higher level. This meant to go up took energy. To go down was simply falling. But you didn’t want to fall too far. D0 was a place that you didn’t want to be.
The men working for him, with the exception of Rob Victors, were all up to no good. They stole the jumper and began to pillage ours, and other worlds. They would dump their goods in D50, which was the most peaceful place. A paradise. No fear or hate. Their goal was to get all they could then escape to D50, destroy the jumper, and live happily ever after.
A friend once said a plan was an agenda to be deviated from, and that’s all. SO it was. All of them got themselves killed except Rob, who disappeared, probably to D9: one of the strangest dimensions ever discovered. It’s nickname was “Almost Home.”
They got there after their third robbery. There were cars, buildings, bicycles and many other things, but no people. There was plant life. No animal life. Cars sat lifelessly in the middle of the road. Also no wind or precipitation. The temperature was a steady seventy two degrees Fahrenheit. Strange, but interesting to Rob.
At any rate, a conflict arose among the greedy four and the jumper overloaded and exploded into the atmosphere, thus raining down its vital remnants all over the country and opening windows, passageways, and doors to other places for anyone and everyone who happened to be in the right place at the right time.

The most interesting case was Warren Hoyt. Warren was a policeman who loved his mom, his wife, and his family. His counterpart was Vann Hoyte, who was a hateful, selfish man who wanted power at any cost. Once the inevitable happened, that is Mister Hoyte killed someone, he went to prison. At this very moment, Warren shot a man for brutalizing someone and because of this Warren wanted nothing to do with being a cop any longer, but his superiors talked him into taking a job as a prison guard.
Therefore, in a sense, both counterpart men went to prison. One evil, the other good, they remained parallel throughout both of their lives.
(More Later)

Examining the Diamond

Election

From eternal past- out of eternity
God called me
Civilizations rise. Civilizations fall
Never to be called

God stopped me. Kept me from shame.

Before the horizon existed. At Ocean City—looking at that ocean—huge blue mass. Before that huge blue mass existed. God, in his planning room, was discussing me.
The stars, some as big around as the orbit of Uranus.
Before they were made, my name was on the lips of my God

Universes, and realms could have come and gone, along with their inhabitants. Over the vast aeons of time. From time immemorial. I will be there for the next vast lengthy aeons. I will be there with God. Like wisdom rejoicing at his side in Proverbs. I will experience the next realm, the next world, then the next one, and then the next one.

Because he chose me.
How can I be insecure?