Bad, Worse and Worst, (The Business of Persecution)


Jouranl Entry, (Thanksgiving Week)

Today was a very satisfying day. We had great worship at church and Pastor Sandra gave an uplifting sermon about the business of thankfulness. A few new visitors were in attendance and I anticipated sampling a wonderful array of hot foods at the end of our service. “friends and Family” Brunch was always a treat at our church.

The day draws to an end and as I sit and rest I decided to check my emails before going to bed. A pastor friend emailed me. It read:

Anita, yesterday I saw a photograph of a road in Nigeria filled with dead, bloody bodies, hacked to pieces. The caption read that a radical Muslim group attacked and slaughtered this village of Christians, because of their Christianity. Just a few days ago. To say that God would not allow His own to suffer, is the opposite of what Jesus told us would happen.Martyrdom is taking on a terrible toll in Christianity today. And speeding up its process.

The reality of this horror hit home as I wait for my bathtub to fill for a soothing, hot bath. I thanked God that I could lay in the enveloping warmth, but suddenly grief and disbelief overwhelmed me. I certainly did not want to be reminded of such a horror so far away and on a third world continent. I couldn’t stop thinking about Reverend Michelle’s letter.

Who were these persecuted victims? These were precious people who so eagerly accepted the Gospel at the expense of their very lives. At this very moment, someone, somewhere was running furiously for their very life.I could not help but weep realizing that so often, I lost sight of the persecuted.It was hard to think about it without becoming disturbed, angry and hopeless.
“Father, I want to stop this. I want to stop this evil” I so wanted to stop it all. I was sick of hearing about the most barbaric brutality by demonized monsters. I wept at the thought of going about my business each day, being helpless to do anything. I didn’t think enough about the sufferings of my spiritual brothers and sisters who were being persecuted for the Gospel!

I was glad to get that email. I was glad that I was being nudged to remember how much I have and how far I am at present from such danger. I need to have a wake-up call regularly, so I can continue learning about compassion and active service to victims of disasters and genocide.

I’m reminded to be thankful for having so much in this great country. I wondered about the superlatives: bad, worse, worst. Were the rising statistics of genocide victims God’s perfect will or permissive will? Did whole villages have to be destroyed and every single person murdered? I keep hearing pastors say, persecution is coming…even to America. Like persecution is a good thing?! I can’t imagine that genocide could ever be a good thing even if Jesus prophesied about it to his followers in his discourses.

I don’t think Mother Teresa would accept or laude the genocide pervading the world today. I’m sure it would have killed her. She was such a lover of humanity and healing the lost and broken.

So what is our duty regarding the business of persecution? Here we are praying for revival and the great harvest to come in. Pastor Peter Youngren has been to Indonesia and India and many other Muslim countries where millions are hearing the Gospel, accepting Jesus Christ and being healed! We don’t hear too much about the down side of growing Christianity. Genocide is bad…very bad…actually the worst case scenario I have ever heard of!

It impossible for me to just live my life impotently, (even as a journalist) .in the richness of America. I have to believe that being a true Christian is having the conviction and compassion to address and oppose the evils of genocide, however necessary persecution may be.

Many pious Christians remind us that God sent His very own son to be brutalized for our sins, to redeem us back to Father God. He was led to the cross as a lamb led to the slaughter. Truly the most heinous and unfair assassination in history. But does that call for God’s people to benign lives and turn our back and hearts at the plights of the persecuted brethren?

I pray that the photographs and news reports of our sisters and brother cause us to think. We must utilize every resource we have to tell the enemy, he can’t just do whatever he wants without opposition. We will pray, fast and minister to the victims of natural disasters and genocide. The living, active Bride of Christ, the elect, must not turn our hearts from compassion and rescue to the hunted and tortured brothers and sister in Islamic countries. It is our duty to cry out, protest and stand in defense of the defenseless, regardless of scripture’s admonition to be prepared to die for Christ.

My perspective about persecution changed after watching the movies, “Attack On Darfur”, “Hotel Rwanda” and “Schindler’s List”. I have never been a fan of the hunted not having a weapon to defend themselves or being able to escape without being hacked alive! The terrorists as well as the hunters are nothing but demonic cowards. That is also why I hate deer hunting.
We Christians are in the greatest war of all time. It is time to pick up and wield our spiritual armor against the giants in courageous and victorious manner. It is time to show the enemy he is trampled underfoot, defeated and he cannot cut down God’s people without serious consequences. It is time to deal our enemies the death blows. This is our time. We were groomed for such a time as this…And we will prevail.

WHAT FREEDOM MEANS to ME


WHAT FREEDOM MEANS TO ME

This April 2012, I’ve celebrated thirty years of serving Jesus Christ. Looking back, I marvel at my miraculous journey through the minefield my life, beset with life-threatening illness, poverty, loneliness and near death. Freedom is the word to describe my life in Him!

I want to talk to you about freedom. I’m the product of a dark-skinned Puerto-Rican father and an immigrant German mother. My father sought to escape the tyranny of prejudice. Enlisted in the army and stationed in Germany, he met his future bride who he brought with him back to the US mainland . He settled in Long Branch, NJ with plans of raising his four daughters to be educated and successful. America was where anyone’s dream could be realized.

I keep in my heart Papito’s decision to raise us here in America and his influence on my life. He taught me that I could aspire to anything I wanted to and to utilize my American freedom.as an entrepreneur, tradesman or productive citizen. That was what America was about. Most of all being an American citizen has enabled me to be a passionate mouthpiece for the Good News of Jesus Christ, who is the one and only emancipator. Freedom is a gift from God to every human being.

I was born to be God’s handiwork, His masterpiece. Before I was even thought of, He had magnificent plans for me, as He does all His creation. Satan determined that I not be born and even in my mother’s womb, I was baptized with my mother’s tumultuous, bi-polar demeanor. But God ordained me to be born. Satan tried to kill me by taking my breath away countless times while in my father’s arms.

Papito knew I was special, his firstborn. Though born in Germany, I was a United States citizen. In our new country, Papito had a tremendously hard time coping with prejudice and with my mother’s post traumatic stress syndrome. She was haunted by memories of the bombs dropping on her hometown in Germany as a tiny girl. The Nazi/Aryan influences followed her to America. My little sisters, my father and I endured the brunt of her rage and I marvel that he was able to endure such a miserable marriage. He managed as best as he could, teaching me the values of hard work, wisdom and self-sufficiency. Most of all, he taught me all about how God was the source, the essence and everything he was!

During high school, my parents divorced and I ended up on my own. Though Papito had given me a solid foundation of faith/love for God and resourcefulness, I was not at all prepared to face the world. I was fearful, fragile and vulnerable as well as had a shame complex from being a bi-cultural child.

But God had a purpose for me to be born to the parents I had and also for the mistakes I made along the way to emancipation! He threw His life rope, Jesus Christ, in 1983 and my gait was steadied> Test after test faced me. Eventually, I enrolled in college, excelling and soaring in my confidence.

Satan disguises himself as an angel of light and got a foothold in my life through a relationship with a handsome, introspective guy I met at college. I fell for his french love poems and roses and deemed him to be my prince charming. When he accepted the Lord Jesus at a Christian concert, I thought God brought me my partner and soul mate. I agreed to court him and thus began my hellish year and a half of his Jekyll and Hyde demeanor. He threatened to murder me if I didn’t marry him. That time was one of the most daunting trials of my entire life, but God was allowing me to taste what it was like to be enslaved, miserable and alone. As recall, I’d lost all will to live, dwindled down to a skeleton and gave up any hope of ever being happy or free again. It was a grievous test, but God delivered me. Satan sought to enslave me, but Jesus set me free!

What a testimony, my emancipation from childhood abuse/bullying and domestic violence. Are you suffering enslavement? Ask Jesus to set you free!

That was in 1986, I faced many more difficult trials including attacks on my body: near death from a pneumonia, carbon monoxide poisoning, (from a broken heater in my apartment) and chronic Lyme Disease. Yet another malady the past five and a half years, a neurological disorder, Dystonia, has been a great challenge. Some would call this a string of bad luck episodes but what Jesus has done with my life can be nothing shirt of a miracle. Out of all this suffering, I have gained a gift of compassion and desire to mentor.

My gift of compassion and faith-healing happened during a most sublime experience. I ministered to two severely injured men involved in a high-speed head on collision on one of the rural highways near our development. I also have been called to pray at bedside of comatose people about to expire and was asked by the head chaplain to preach my first sermon at a maximum security prison! only could Jesus Christ initiate and transform such amazing episodes.

A favorite new activity, performing with my guitar on Jersey shore board walks and the talking to people from all walks of life has been a joy. Oh, to live in this great country, to share the Gospel without fear of being attacked, raped or arrested. Here n America is where the free bloom like roses! there is still hope for we evangelists to take go’s emancipation to all the streets.This past summer, a friend invited me to join him at the Seaside Heights boardwalk to share the Gospel. We met a group of young ministers who told us that we should enjoy ourselves because the judge told the police officers not to bother the evangelists or they would have to deal with him!

I can only more deeply relish my God-given gift of freedom, but I’ve lately received some disturbing wake-up calls to threat of my deeply cherished commodity. A recent post on a friend’s Facebook page caught my attention. Bridget Gabrielle, anti-terrorist activist gave a compelling speech at a Dallas church last year. I learned that our democracy and Constitution are threatened by militant Muslim terrorists and their agenda is to dominate the world with Islam and Sharia law. She reminded us that we cannot plead ignorance or that terrorism only happens “over there”. Sharia law poses a great threat especially to American women. Gabrielle says:

“We can educate til the cows come home.“Nothing’s gonna change. Education is important, but it not sufficient. Education must be coupled with action. We have something that most countries do not have, our constitution and our Bill of Rights that give us the power to change the world. Don’t just love America, act for America”

Gabriel’s words at the closing of her powerful message were in deep appreciation of the sacrifice of our military.

“Thank you from the bottom of my heart, where an immigrant
like me can escape tyranny and come here and live in this great nation. Where people from all over the world can be free. Thank you for building a nation for me where I can come and be all that I can be, where I can accomplish anything I can accomplish. Thank you from the bottom of my heart, where I can stand up and speak freely without fearing for my life, where I can exercise my freedom
of speech, freedom of the press and freedom of religion. And every other freedom I have. I know my freedom and the freedom of everyone sitting here is built upon your shoulders and your sacrifice.”

Now, this amazing woman is a cherished role models for she echoes my own feelings for my beloved country, America. When European immigrants emigrated from their homelands to come to America through Ellis Island, They sought freedom and the pursuit of happiness, progress and to worship without fear.

My own dear Puerto-Rican father also struggled to make a better life and worked hard to give back to his country. I deeply respect the children of immigrants like senator Marco Rubio who have shared similar stories of watching their parents struggle to attain progress, but with complete freedom in this this wonderful country, America..

We have the freedom to take under our wings the battered, broken and misplaced and teach them about honor, hard work, progress and the pursuit of health and happiness. If we lose America to Islam, we will also lose the great creativity, insight and wisdom of Christian, conservative and human-right activists who seek to guarantee freedom and liberty to all. We will also lose the freedom to provide financial and spiritual resources to countless third-world nations who would not be able to survive without our help. We have been blessed, but we can lose all that our forefathers and our military have envisioned and fought for!

http://www.nytimes.com/2011/03/08/us/08gabriel.html?pagewanted=all&_r=0

I’m shocked at the ignorance of Many of my fellow Americans who have no idea, nor do they care about what is happening to our nation today. Many do not even bother to vote, (and that included evangelical Christians! Tyranny lies await at our border and it’s time for us all to question and investigate what our government is doing.

I believe the ignorance pervading so many may be because of coddled, comfortable childhoods. Perhaps many of you have had loving parents and you never had to struggle. Maybe you’ve never tasted the horror of your town or village being attacked by machete-yielding assassins or got shot as you sneaked out of your bomb shelter to find water I suggest everyone spend an evening watching “Attack on Darfur’, “Hotel Rwanda” or ‘Shindler’s List” Anyone of these will give you a glimpse of the suffering of people under a tyrannic takeover. Yes, it could happen in America.. Islam has .

God had a plan for Brigette Gabrielle, He has a plan for me and he has a plan for you…not to harm you, but to give you a purpose. Does Islam’s god have a loving plan for you? Does Islam have a loving redeemer who sacrificed is own life and left Heaven’s glory and rose from the grave to all enslaved by sin, misery, famine, poverty and death. Jesus Christ, Yeshua HaMashiach is the only one true light and redeemer of mankind.

Don’t be deceive my friend, but leaders and religions who proclaim free health benefits, a bungalow and free education. Look at Russia who are enslaved by socialism. They are amongst the most unhappiest people in the world. Yes, the government gave them all they wanted, their entitlement, but at what price? The Piper will always demand a price.

. “The thief cometh not, but that he may steal, and kill, and destroy: I came that they may have life, and may have [it] abundantly. John 10:10

The anarchy, chaos and genocide are fruits of an evil god and it is time we differentiate between what is evil and what is good.

Jesus came to bring all men abundant life! No other god or religion can promise that.

That’s why I love America…because Jesus lives freely here!