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Second trip by pope to Israel on May

Pope admits he will visit the “Holy Land”, therefore the whole church recognize that there is neither its land nor country that is holy than God, the God that made flesh and born on a chosen nation Israel. (Not the Vatican City)

God always deals as a nation to Israel, but He deals individually for the gentiles. This trip seemed to have a perfect scripture that says when the world declares peace sudden destruction will come.

In I THESSALONIANS 5:2-3
2 For yourselves know perfectly that the day of the Lord so cometh as a thief in the night.

3 For when they shall say, Peace and safety; then sudden destruction cometh upon them, as travail upon a woman with child; and they shall not escape.

The world will have peace when Jesus Christ reigns over the earth! How could there be peace on earth can you see the news today? There are many crimes, wars, immoralities, addiction, gambling etc. Is that peace that he pronounce?

There is no man that can give peace, God only!

JOHN 14:27
27 Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.

Source:
VATICAN CITY – Pope Benedict XVI said Sunday he would visit the Holy Land from May 8-15 in the first papal trip to the area since 2000.

Announcing the dates of the long-planned pilgrimage, the pope said he would go to sites Jesus visited and would pray for “the precious gift of unity and peace for the Middle East and all of humanity.”

Benedict told a crowd gathered in St. Peter’s Square for the traditional noontime blessing that he was asking the faithful for their spiritual support for the Holy Land pilgrimage and a trip to Africa from March 17-23.

Read more:
http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20090308/ap_on_re_eu/eu_vatican_pope_mideast;_ylt=AkVmMAjZxkXcPLVUw8CK5Ns7Xs8F

Many Americans have no religions?

America in history was the largest country that had so many religious organizations. In fact, many of them believe to be a blessed country, “God bless America” is what they say. Why they are blessed? Simply because many men of God like evangelists, preachers even the prophet in our age came from America, the 20th century prophet.

William Branham that came from Kentucky was his name. But as of today that name wasn’t really known in this generation. They rejected God’s Message! They replace God’s Word with the things of the world and their own interpretation of the Word. The current economic crisis in America is one of their penalties for rejecting God’s perfect will.

We don’t need religion, what we need is Christ!

II TIMOTHY 4:3-4
For the time will come when they will not endure sound doctrine; but after their own lusts shall they heap to themselves teachers, having itching ears;

And they shall turn away [their] ears from the truth, and shall be turned unto fables.

Source:
http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20090309/ap_on_re/rel_religious_america;_ylt=AkBZk.8J.4jrxfqqWC0E8ys7Xs8F

Bible and Magazine looks the same!

The Bible is the Word of God in Book form. It contains thoughts that are eternal, every chapters and every verses. It has power to transform men from sinner to saints. Our absolute! Our Basis! Don’t changed it!

Psalms 19:7-10

The law of the LORD [is] perfect, converting the soul: the testimony of the LORD [is] sure, making wise the simple.
The statutes of the LORD [are] right, rejoicing the heart: the commandment of the LORD [is] pure, enlightening the eyes.
The fear of the LORD [is] clean, enduring for ever: the judgments of the LORD [are] true [and] righteous altogether.
More to be desired [are they] than gold, yea, than much fine gold: sweeter also than honey and the honeycomb.

Two new Bibles targeting a young, hip — even secular — audience are hitting bookstores. One is a slick, illustrated version of the New Testament; the other is an environmentally friendly edition that takes advantage of the popularity of the green movement.

A Peek Inside ‘The Book’

First, the flashy coffee-table Bible: Dag Soderberg, a secular Swedish advertising executive wondered why so few people actually read the “good book,” so he set out to make it more appealing, with glossy photos and magazine packaging. The resulting publication is an illustrated version of the New Testament called Bible Illuminated: The Book.

“A coffee-table magazine is read by the many everyday, everywhere,” explains Soderberg. “This is a way to make [the Bible] as available as any other magazine.”

If you didn’t know this was a Bible you might think The Book was a “goth” magazine, or perhaps something you’d find in a doctor’s office. The front cover is a close-up of a translucent green eye, caked with black makeup and staring eerily from the page. On the back is a photo of a faceless figure wearing a black hooded sweat shirt.

Inside, photos of celebrities like Angelina Jolie, Bono and John Lennon are interspersed with pictures of heroic figures like Nelson Mandela, Mother Teresa and Martin Luther King, Jr. A veil-covered African woman holding a young child illustrates the story of Mary and Jesus. Images taken from the news — both jarring and poignant — radiate a message of social justice.

United Methodist minister and Hacking Christianity blogger Jeremy Smith says The Book is meant to provoke discussion.

Smith points to the series of images that run in conjunction with a quote from the Book of Revelation. The quote reads: “The whole earth was amazed and followed the beast …” The photographs show post-Katrina New Orleans, a four-page spread of an animal slaughterhouse in Nigeria and, finally, a picture of a man pumping gas.

“They are interpreting this with some very political and edgy and — honestly — some disorienting imagery,” says Smith.

Though skeptical when he first heard about the book, Smith says he found many of the images compelling. But equally compelling, he says, is another new Bible that takes a completely different approach.

The Green Book

With its beige cloth cover, embossed with a picture of a green tree, The Green Bible is the embodiment of simplicity. Inside, passages that refer to the environment are highlighted in green.

Smith says the book catches people’s attention: “I took it to a Bible study and set it down on the table and people looked at it and said, ‘What is that?’”

Mark Tauber, the senior vice president at HarperOne, which publishes The Green Bible, says that the book is important in both form and function.

“The actual form of the Bible, we think, is a green product,” he says, noting that the entire book is made of recyclable materials. “Then in function, it performs the function of helping people be better stewards, if you will.”

Smith points out that while The Book seeks to begin a conversation, The Green Bible wants “to add to the conversation.”

“Did Jesus say anything about recycling? Did God care what we do with the earth? These are the existing conversations that are emerging that I think The Green Bible contributes to,” says Smith.

The book is drawing attention in secular venues, including the Earth First Web site, where bloggers offered unusual praise, which Tauber paraphrases as: “Those crazy wacko religious people … if you have to believe there is something beyond this life, this is probably a good Bible for you to read.”

“It was this backhanded compliment from people not known for being so friendly to people of faith,” says Tauber.

Both The Green Bible and The Book are aimed at the young. But Soderberg says that when the illuminated Bible was published in Sweden, it appealed beyond its target audience. In fact, he says, the publisher expanded the market by almost 50 percent in a year.

And Soderberg says there is no question that a new conversation about the Bible is under way in a lot of unexpected places.

He says he’s seen people in offices that are very strict talking about the Bible, “because everybody flips through this magazine. … That’s cool.”

And an illuminated version of the Old Testament is in the works. Soderberg says it will be published in the U.S. in the spring of 2009 — just in time for Easter.

by Lynn Neary-NPR

Ex-Pastor Ted Haggard

MATTHEW 7:22-23
22 Many will say to me in that day, Lord, Lord, have we not prophesied in thy name? and in thy name have cast out devils? and in thy name done many wonderful works?
23 And then will I profess unto them, I never knew you: depart from me, ye that work iniquity.

Disgraced pastor returns, as Christian businessman

Earlier this month, a guest took the pulpit at Open Bible Fellowship in Morrison, Ill., a 350-member church surrounded by cornfields. The speaker was an insurance salesman from Colorado named Ted Haggard.

The former superstar pastor, disgraced two years ago in a sex-and-drugs scandal, had returned — this time as a Christian businessman preaching a message that was equal parts contrition and defiance. Haggard linked his fall to being molested in second grade and apologized again.

His two sermons were posted, fleetingly, on Haggard’s Web site under one word: “Alive!”

While his exact plans remain unclear, Haggard is unmistakably making himself a public figure again, nine months after his former church said he walked away from an oversight process meant to restore him.

The man who confessed to being a “a deceiver and a liar” is asking for another hearing, finding encouragement from a loyal circle of supporters, skepticism from those evangelical leaders who think it’s premature and complex emotions at the Colorado Springs church he betrayed.

Also in Hebrews 6 says that it is impossible for those who were once enlightened, made partakers of the heavenly gift (partakers of the Holy Spirit in heavenly calling), tasted the good Word of God and world–power of the world to come; if they shall fall away, to renew themselves again to repentance; seeing that they crucify themselves afresh the Son of God, and count the Blood wherewith they was sanctified an unholy thing.

Visiting Angels

When God sends great something to the earth, He announces it by Angels. Angel announced the birth of Jesus.  When anything’s going to happen on the earth, first, God sends a messenger. And an Angel anoints that messenger. Now, sometimes minor Angels comes. There are minor Angels and major Angels. Now, this Angel that came was Gabriel, Who stands in the Presence of God. That was something major. And He came down. And when Gabriel comes from heaven, remember something’s going to happen. Gabriel announced the first coming of Jesus; Gabriel will announce the Second Coming of Jesus. The trump of God shall sound first–an Angel.

Angels has always been ministering spirits that’s sent to the church. All through the apostolic age, they had ministering Angels that went with the apostles, the disciples. Is that right? And most always, they appeared to them in a form of Light. Is that right? A Light shined down upon Paul (Is that true?), blinded him. Peter was in the prison, and a Light shined in, the Angel of the Lord, and told him. Many different places in the Scriptures refer to them as a Light through the Pillar of Fire that followed the children of Israel: a Pillar of Fire. Any Bible teacher knows that the Angel that led Israel was the Angel of the Covenant (Is that right?), which was Christ. Amen.

I want you to know that that Angel of God is no more to do with me that it is to do with you. That it’s an Angel sent down from heaven. And if you don’t believe Angels are ministering Spirits sent from the Presence of God, then you don’t know the Bible.

An Angel showed John the whole Book of Revelations. “I, Jesus, have sent My Angel to testify.” Is that right? So Angels are ministering Spirits, usually come in the form of lights.

William Branham’s Life Story (The death of his wife and daughter):

I seen that little thing; I knelt down on the floor, and I said, “Oh, dear God, I’m sorry that I did what I did.” I said, “You took my wife, my darling away from me, now You’re taking my baby. Oh God, please don’t take my little girl; I love her with all my heart.” I said, “I’ll serve You; I’ve done all I know to do except go when You told me to down there.” And I said, “Please don’t take my baby.” I said, “I love her. Oh, no, please tell me God.” I said, “Take me instead of her.”
As I raised my eyes, looked like a black sheet coming unfolded. I knowed she was going then. I raised up and looked at her; I said, “God bless you, honey.” I said, “You’re daddy’s darling.” I laid my hand over on her head, and I said, “Oh, God,” I said, “I don’t know why You’re tearing me up like this.” But I said, Still that doesn’t change my faith in You.” And I said, “As Job of old, though You slay me, yet I believe You with all my heart.” I said, “I trust You, Lord.” I said, “Sharon Rose…?… God be with you, honey. In a few minutes the Angels will come pack your little soul to Mother. And I’ll pick you up from here and lay you in Mother’s arms and bury you tomorrow.” I said, “Lord, I’ve done all I can;it’s not my will now, let Thy will be done.”
I laid my hand on her little head like that; I couldn’t hold myself no more. I felt myself slinking and went down to the floor. The Angels of God come picked her, and took her little soul away. Her little mouth quit quivering, and her little legs straightened out. God taken her away, and I stood there, my heart mashed to pieces. But I thought, “O God, oh, mercy,” I said, “Lord, why don’t You just take me, Lord. Just–just let me…” I said, “When I was a kid everybody laughed at me, called me sissy, and I went hungry, and went without and everything else,” I said, “here it comes out to a place You give me a little home, and I tried to live right. Then You give me a little home; don’t take it away from me. God, let me go with them.” I said, “Don’t let me stay here any longer; I don’t want to stay.”
I cried and…?… I said, “But God, in my heart there’s something, that I love You, no matter what You’ve done, I love You.” I lift my hands to Him.

Science says there is another life beyond earth, they are presuming that there are aliens, UFO’s or something but God give life only here on earth. They are not UFO’s but visiting angels!

Do you believe in Angels?

Russians goes for the OIL…

After years of being unnoticed and silence, this nation was now very active to go for the oil. It can invade countries, which supplies large supplies of oil even lead and start a third world war.

Not until Russia can revitalize its naval forces to a much larger degree, its deployments to the Mediterranean contribute more to symbolic and diplomatic activity than being a viable military counterweight to NATO in the region. Yet the Black Sea Fleet in the Med is a significant show of force and a diplomatic irritant and a potential threat to shipping in the Suez Canal and to America’s ally Israel.

The increased Russian naval presence in the region means that the Kremlin is seeking to cultivate Syria as a close regional ally, and is looking to secure additional bases for the Black Sea Fleet besides its current base in the Black Sea port of Sevastopol.

In addition, Russia would also be able to deploy electronic intelligence-gathering ships that could then improve its monitoring capabilities against NATO forces and Syria’s ability to monitor NATO and Israeli transmissions, expanding the previous naval intelligence engagement during the Balkan wars.

Finally, Russian naval forces could deter or disrupt Israeli naval or air assets deployed in wartime against Syria or Hezbollah in Lebanon.

Nun of My Dreams! Part 13

A Nun’s Testimony by Sister Charlotte Keckler

Continuation…..

I was terrified at the thought that I might have been noticed and reported. However, I had gone too far now to turn back. At the end of the work day, I slipped out to the garbage can, put the note on top of garbage, and left the lid off the can. I then removed my crucifix and, although it was difficult, I managed to break it and deposited it on the shelf.

After the kitchen chores were finished, we walked out and paused for our regular, daily inspection by Mother Superior. She carefully examined our skirts to be sure we were not smuggling out bits of food. When it was my turn I said, “Mother Superior, I broke my crucifix and put it on the shelf over the work table. May I go back and get it, please? She queried me about how it happened and finally crossly told me to go quickly and get it. After all, a nun could not be found without her crucifix!

I flew to the back door and looked under the garbage can where I had asked the man to leave a note. There was a piece of folded paper, a note! My hand shook so I could scarcely read it. My breath was coming in gasps, excitement mingled with fear. As I managed to make out the writing my heart really leaped, pounding so hard it seemed to thunder in my ears. It said he was leaving the outer kitchen door unlocked and also the big, barred, iron gate in the high wall around the convent!

Escape! I could hardly draw my breath as I cautiously tried the outer door. Sure enough, it swung open and I eased my foot out on to the cement stoop. Suddenly I froze, paralyzed with fear, and grew dizzy with nausea. I leaped back inside.

I was remembering the dread sound of the buzzer which sounded the alarm when a nun attempted to escape. I also shuddered when I recalled how quickly the priests would capture the forlorn runaway and drag her back. Then began an endless round of penances and inhuman torments to bring repentance. Was I ready to risk all this?

I shivered, took a deep breath and stepped out once again, this time closing and locking the door behind me. Now I could not turn back so I darted to the iron gate. Just beyond this was glorious freedom from the charnel house of horrors where I had been imprisoned for twenty-two long years! Freedom was worth any risk. Although I had despaired so often, I still longed for it. At last it was within my grasp, and overwhelming emotions swept over me as I raced to the gate.

I arrived at the iron gate and pulled gently. Raw terror knotted my stomach as I pulled and then jerked as hard as I could. It was locked! I sobbed silently and almost fainted when I remembered that I had foolishly snapped those kitchen door locks. I was locked out in a forbidden area with no excuse which would be acceptable. Panicking, I thought of all the tortures Mother Superior would use on me to break this “rebellion.” I shook uncontrollably and my mind was spinning. Why, why was this gate locked?

In desperation I began climbing the high, wrought iron gate. We were kept half-starved and worked almost to death with heavy labor, to say nothing of the regular, draining bouts with the torture chamber. A frail, wasted body, little more than skin and bones, has no reserve energy. I slipped often, skinning hands and bare feet on the rough metal bars.

It was sheer misery, but finally, panting and bleeding, I clawed my way to the top ledge which was lined with long, sharp spikes. I paused, my lungs painfully strained by the exertion. My heart sank as I gazed down in dismay from the top of that twenty foot gate. I only hesitated a moment for there was not turning back possible now. I must go down the other side. Hindered by my three, long heavy skirts and knee-length veil, Awkwardly worked one foot between the spikes and decided to chance jumping.

I pulled my heavy clothing up over my head with one hand, took a deep breath, and leaped for the ground. Two of my skirts snagged on the gate spikes and I was suspended in the air and swung back against the gate. Now I was more afraid than ever and rocked frantically back and forth until I could get a fresh grip on the gate bars.

With my free hand I managed to pry loose two or three heavy snappers which fastened my skirts around me. Suddenly I plummeted down, hitting with a sickening, crunching thud and my skirts fluttered down upon me. Later I discovered I had an arm and shoulder with compound fractures.

To be continued….

Nun of My Dreams Part 12

A Nun’s Testimony by Sis. Charlotte Keckler

Continuation…

Suddenly I awoke to the realization of what I had done. With a shock I knew that I would probably be held accountable for her death. There was no way to imagine what they might do to me because of it. Frantically I grabbed a stomach pump and worked furiously to save her. I began massaging her with cold water. At long last her respiration and blood pressure dropped to normal levels and she drifted off into a deep sleep. I could relax again and reflect on my own narrow escape.
I knew that in a part of the deep tunnel system under the convent, there was a place where I had often heard horrible screams. They came from behind a heavy locked door. Mother Superior had repeatedly warned us not to go there. This was a rather pointless admonition since none of us had any keys, however my curiousity about the place was overwhelming.
With my patient finally out of danger and the convent asleep, I remembered. Mother Superior’s keys were in her desk, so I grabbed them and raced downstairs. Two stories underground, by the flickering candlelight, I found the forbidden door which I had wondered about. I fumbled nervously with the big ring of keys and finally found the right one. The huge door swung quietly open, revealing a hall lined with nineteen tiny cells. All had barred windows in the doors.
I gasped in horror as I peered inside the cells to see white, ravaged and drawn faces of little nuns with whom I had eaten, prayed and worked. Each had disappeared suddenly and without any explanation. One in particular I recognized and asked her how long she had been there and other questions. Her dull, lifeless eyes were glazed with awful terror, but she would say nothing at all. Paralyzing fear rules the convent and these prisoners did not know where the Mother Superior might be hiding. None would speak lest worse things come upon them. I went from one to the other but always the response was the same, frightened silence.
Toward the end of the hall, several cells emitted a sickening stench and I became violently ill and nauseated when I peeped inside. All of the captives here had long chains wrapped around their waists, which prevented them from being able to sit or lie down. They were slumped in the chains, reeking with their own urine and body wastes, for they had been condemned to a slow death, with little water and no food. Some were already dead and the awful smell of death was there.
Their “crimes” consisted of persistent infractions of convent rules or they were unfortunate enough to have had a nervous or mental breakdown because of the pressure of the cloistered life. This was the way such matters were handled, a hidden garbage dump for the wreckage of the convent.
Violently ill, my head swimming and mind reeling, I staggered from the chamber of horrors and relocked the door. Hurriedly I went back upstairs to my charge, who was still sleeping peacefully. I was relieved to find that her blood pressure and respiration were still normal. She slept late into the next day and I remained with her for three more days.
Mother Superior felt so much better that I was rewarded with a six week assignment to kitchen duty. This was a rare privilege for it was on the first floor. Kitchen walls were lined with peep holes and there was no way to know when some nun or priest was peeping through them. With this constant surveillance, the slightest infraction of the rules, especially stealing food, could be discovered and dealt with quickly and harshly. This contributed to the overall sense of being in a hostile prison at all times. Still I was glad to be there.
There was a double locked outside door in the kitchen which opened onto the courtyard. On a landing by the door was the spot where we kept the garbage cans. On the third day of my assignment there, someone rattled a garbage can. The six of us were startled and jumped. When you work and live in an atmosphere where silence is constantly required, you become very sensitive to even ordinary sounds which others would never notice. We whirled around and saw a man who was replacing a full garbage can with an empty one over in the corner.
Quickly recovering our composure, we dropped our eyes and busily returned to our work, fearful that we might have been observed. We were taught that the bodies of the priests and bishops were sanctified and holy. However, all other men were unsanctified and if we were caught looking at them we could receive severe punishment for this sin.
Suddenly my mind stirred with an exciting but dangerous idea. Perhaps I could smuggle a note to this man! This presented many problems however, I had no pencil or paper, for these were not allowed, but hanging over the work table in the kitchen was a pad with a pencil chained to it. This was used to list items running in short supply in the kitchen. I managed to snatch a scrap of dirty paper and at odd moments would scribble a few words on it with the pencil. By the end of the day I had only been able to write about two and a half lines, appealing for help.

To be continued….