A New Creature. . . an Apostolic Pentecostal blog

Written to my unbelieving past. . . Almost Anything. . . You would try (almost) anything. . . You would seek (almost) anything. . . You would believe in (almost) anything. . . You would trust (almost) anything. . . You would read about (almost) anything. . . You would study (almost) anything. . . You would listen to (almost) anything. . . You would talk to (almost) anything. . . You would make promises about (almost) anything. . . You would weep about (almost) anything. . . You would celebrate (almost) anything. . . You would worship (almost) anything. . . You would have faith in (almost) anything. . . You would devote yourself to (almost) anything. . . You would love (almost) anything. . . . . .as long as the almost anything. . . . . . . . . . was not All Mighty God. . . .

The Bible and Jesus are under attack. Dark forces within our world want them destroyed, but where is the news in that? There is no change in that agenda, since the days of Jesus. Jesus was crucified. Bibles have been banned and burned through all of history, but in the past it was the unbelievers who were our opposition. Today both Jesus and the Bible are being attacked, most seriously from wolves in sheep’s clothing. Jesus spoke of them: Matthew 7:15 Beware of false prophets, which come to you in sheep's clothing, but inwardly they are ravening wolves. False prophets are dangerous for their similarity to genuine prophets. By all external evidence, false prophets appear to be genuine Holy men and women of God. These imposters camouflage their words of death and destruction, by hiding under the skins of dead sheep. From his first words to mankind through Eve, Satan attacked the Word of God. He convinced Eve that the Word of God did not mean what Eve had understood it to be....

All day long I've been looking forward to street ministry tonight. I've on fire all day, with anticipation of what the Lord was going to do this evening. As I took my first steps tonight, it was like Christmas morning, not knowing what was to be found under the tree, but knowing that it would be something wonderful. . . I don't think there is any doubt that tonight was the quietest evening I've ever had on the street doing ministry. I prayed with no one. I talked with a few people and prayed for them, but the street was very very quiet. There were very few children in the apartments, and few adults were out also. . . I don't know. . . The feeling remains strongly with me that something wondrous was accomplished tonight, but I don't have a clue as to what it was. If only I could see with spiritual eyes. I pondered upon this for most of my time walking up and down the street. With our physical eyes we see by reflected light. Virtually all reflected light, ...

What a pleasant evening it was last night. The recent storms have washed the air of the stifling humidity. I was surprised at how quiet the evening was. Not many people were out on their porches. It was not an evening of burning bushes, miracles and fiery chariots, but last night was more a peaceful walk with the Lord in the cool of the day. . . A couple of observations. . . I do not remember seeing clover so filled with bees as I did last night, since my childhood. Between Middlebury Street and the tracks at the street's headwaters, is a large patch of clover and it was noticeably filled with busy honeybees. Other spots of clover along the street were likewise being heavily worked by bees. Even in my own yard, with a bee hive only yards away, the clover is not so full of bees as what I saw last night. That gladdened my heart. Maybe feral bee colonies are making a comeback. . . I know my bees are laying down honey at a rate that I've not seen before. They are really f...

The following is an excerpt from a current news item about the convicted thief Bernie Madoff, who is in prison for swindling people out 65 billion dollars of retirement money, etc.: The inmate, who has witnessed the arch swindler's daily routine, also detailed how Madoff began attending sessions with a female prison psychiatrist last year after becoming depressed about a tell-all published in August by his former mistress, Sheryl Weinstein. "He was having problems with his wife [Ruth]" over the book's revelations, the inmate said. "He felt she might leave him." The book, "Madoff's Other Secret: Love, Money, Bernie, and Me, " details Weinstein's sexcapades with Madoff and how he screwed her out of her life savings. The shrink prescribed Madoff antidepressants, the inmate said. . . New York Post June 21, 2010 Yeah. . .the shrink prescribed antidepressants. . .Mr. Madoff surely needs to be anesthetized to feel no pain for the guilt of all his...

As an Atheist. . . As a Christian. . . I had no moral certainty. I have absolute moral direction. I had no sense of purpose for my life. I exist to love, to worship, to bring glory to God and secondly to love my fellow man. I felt greatly alone. I am never alone. He stands beside me through my darkest hour. I had pride in my honesty and righteousness, regardless how many promises I broke, or lies I told. I could convince myself that I was a good person, as long as I saw people doing worse things than I was. I cannot have pride. I know how far I fall short of true righteousness, for I follow He who never sinned. I require His grace and forgiveness when I fail. I had trouble forgiving. I would hold grudges for months or even years. I must forgive, for I require forgiveness. I was not happy. Happiness was forever receding into the future for some new goal and when that goal was achieved, disappointment soon arrived. I am filled with joy as long as I keep my eyes upon Him. Joy is only ...

It was a very muggy evening last night. It wasn't overly hot, but the humidity was quite high. My shirt was just soaked with sweat by the time I was done. For the first part of my walk, it seemed so very quiet. I spoke with only a few people last night, but I refuse to be discouraged at that, for I'm planting seeds in many different ways. It only takes one seed to sprout and grow, to make the evening worth every effort. The fliers are one form of seed, a kind word. . .a smile. . .a catching of the eyes. . .a mutual tear. . .joining hands in an offered prayer, are all seeds planted in hopes of finding good soil, sprouting and eventually bearing fruit. A great sequoia tree springs forth from a seed that is smaller than a flake of oatmeal. No fireworks span the sky upon the planting of a seed, which will someday grow into a tree 20 feet in diameter and over 300 feet tall. The planting goes unnoticed in the forest floor, but ages down the road, grand and glorious evidence s...