Posts Tagged ‘hope’

Identifying the Antichrist

Sunday, August 31st, 2014

Recently, a friend asked me (via Facebook) to look at a website published by a woman claiming to be a modern day prophet and naming a specific individual as the antichrist.

He wanted to know what I thought about it. My response was lengthy, and considering the tribulation we all can see in the world today, I thought worth sharing.

Several people in recent history have been identified as THE antichrist.

Is Obama the Antichrist?Adolf Hitler and Raj Patel come to mind as having had that finger pointed at them, and frankly, in 2008 I suspected Obama as being the one. All are of them are at least symptoms of the growing culture of ‘antichristism’, but I don’t think the text in Revelation points to a person as much as an “ism”. The bible teaches that God uses both righteous and evil men to achieve His will. No position of power is received by any man unless God permits it. It is all part of His plan, perfecting humanity so that as many will come to Him of their own free will as possible.

In Isaiah 55:8-11 it says: “For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways,” declares the Lord. “As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts. As the rain and the snow come down from heaven, and do not return to it without watering the earth and making it bud and flourish, so that it yields seed for the sower and bread for the eater, so is my word that goes out from my mouth: It will not return to me empty, but will accomplish what I desire and achieve the purpose for which I sent it.”

In Revelation we are shown a vision of the world from the divine perspective in order that we may understand that what we see and hear and touch and experience is not necessarily what it appears to us to be. I have been studying the Revelation in depth over the past 18 months, so allow me to share some things from a different perspective.

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In the Throne Room of God

Tuesday, May 27th, 2014

I am blessed to be co-leading a Sunday school class on the Book of Revelation, and through it am seeing everything in an entirely new way. We have spent 2 months very slowly moving through the first five chapters, taking in and internalizing the history and the imagery to gain a deeper understanding of what this often misunderstood Revelation of Jesus Christ is saying to us today. Normally, I include an image or two in my writings to help you create a picture in your mind, but have decided it is far too important for you to “see” this image in your own mind, so I am including only text, and encourage you to read these two chapters, Revelation 4 and 5, to drink it in for yourself.


After the letters to the 7 churches in Revelation 1-3, John is shown the throne room of God in layers…


each layer building upon the last, culminating, as the only one who is worthy to break the 7 seals on the scroll is revealed to be the Lion of Judah, but when John turns to see this lion, he sees a lamb as if slain, in the center of the throne – in the center of God upon the throne. Backing up to incorporate the verses that came before, we can take in the entire scene.

The scene is thunderously loud and emblazoned with brightly coloured lights, colourful precious stones, and a sea of glass. The throne room of God as described in chapters 4 and 5 has all of this noise, and color, and excitement, and at the center a throne, surrounded by four creatures – worshipping, encircled by the 24 elders – worshipping, and surrounded by all of creation – yes, worshiping. The lamb is not just on the throne, but in the center of the throne – in the center of God upon the throne.

The throne room – what an amazing place!


The ultimate worship service in the throne room of God, and we are all invited! Now I can imagine it so vividly… the sights, the sounds, the colours, the vibrations… and most importantly, if I can imagine it – this Revelation of Jesus Christ that John shares with us can be as real for me as it was for John. I can imagine myself there when I pray and when I worship, and the time I spend with Him becomes more tangible and more impactful. I have a deeper understanding of who Jesus is, and where Jesus is, and in my time of prayer and meditation I can imagine being there with Him. I can put my faith into action in a new way.

Hebrews 11:1-13

“1 Now faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see. 2 This is what the ancients were commended for. 3 By faith we understand that the universe was formed at God’s command, so that what is seen was not made out of what was visible.

4 By faith Abel brought God a better offering than Cain did. By faith he was commended as righteous, when God spoke well of his offerings. And by faith Abel still speaks, even though he is dead. 5 By faith Enoch was taken from this life, so that he did not experience death: “He could not be found, because God had taken him away. For before he was taken, he was commended as one who pleased God. 6 And without faith it is impossible to please God, because anyone who comes to him must believe that he exists and that he rewards those who earnestly seek him.


7 By faith Noah, when warned about things not yet seen, in holy fear built an ark to save his family. By his faith he condemned the world and became heir of the righteousness that is in keeping with faith. 8 By faith Abraham, when called to go to a place he would later receive as his inheritance, obeyed and went, even though he did not know where he was going. 9 By faith he made his home in the promised land like a stranger in a foreign country; he lived in tents, as did Isaac and Jacob, who were heirs with him of the same promise. 10 For he was looking forward to the city with foundations, whose architect and builder is God. 11 And by faith even Sarah, who was past childbearing age, was enabled to bear children because she considered him faithful who had made the promise. 12 And so from this one man, and he as good as dead, came descendants as numerous as the stars in the sky and as countless as the sand on the seashore.


13 All these people were still living by faith when they died. They did not receive the things promised; they only saw them and welcomed them from a distance, admitting that they were foreigners and strangers on earth. 14 People who say such things show that they are looking for a country of their own. 15 If they had been thinking of the country they had left, they would have had opportunity to return. 16 Instead, they were longing for a better country—a heavenly one. Therefore God is not ashamed to be called their God, for he has prepared a city for them.”

I imagine that this throne room I now envision so vividly, is in this city that God has “prepared for them”, and for us.


It provides focus, clarity, and perspective in day to day matters, and when I have a care or concern, I am not crying out to an empty sky, but taking my petition directly to His seat of justice and mercy. Someday I will be there, but for now it is enough to know that this is the wonderful home I will return to when I have fulfilled my calling here.


Blessings & Adventure,


Lynn “lynnibug” Rios


A Beautiful Thing Happened On the Way to the Benediction

Sunday, February 10th, 2013

We don’t always notice when God does a beautiful thing…

but He is doing them all the time. 

Sometimes we are so caught up in worldly things that we just can’t see the beautiful thing God is doing in the midst of it.  Today I witnessed one of these beautiful moments when everything came together with perfection only God can offer, but even in the midst of it, the enemy was doing his best to beat those being blessed down and cause them to miss their blessing.

The body of Christ has a tendency to forget that Pastors are people too.  They are not above the body or below it, but rather at the center of it, going through the same trials and tribulations we lay people do, often more so because the enemy can do more damage when he causes one of them to doubt their faith or their call.  Pastors, ever conscious that they must lead by example tend to place upon themselves unrealistic expectations of perfection.  That being said, I believe it is the sincere desire of our Pastors to speak what is on God’s agenda rather than their own, but sometimes they can judge what comes out as their failure rather than God’s success. 

The beautiful thing I witnessed this morning was God taking over in real time, and moving the church to an undeniable demonstration of the depth that the sermon DID SINK IN. 

The sermon was not delivered as planned, but the events that unfolded when the sermon was abruptly stifled, became a living, breathing example of what the Pastor intended to convey.  It was as if God was saying to the Pastor, “Don’t tell them, let them!”

The scripture the Pastor was preaching on was 2 Corinthians 3:12 through 4:4, but it was not until I backed up a few verses and read 2 Corinthians 3:9-11 that I clearly saw how God’s perfectly beautiful plan had come together.

2 Corinthians 3:12- 4:4(NKJV)  through the veil

“Therefore, since we have such hope, we use great boldness of speech–  unlike Moses, who put a veil over his face so that the children of Israel could not look steadily at the end of what was passing away.  But their minds were blinded. For until this day the same veil remains unlifted in the reading of the Old Testament, because the veil is taken away in Christ.  But even to this day, when Moses is read, a veil lies on their heart. Nevertheless when one turns to the Lord, the veil is taken away.   Now the Lord is the Spirit; and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is liberty.  But we all, with unveiled face, beholding as in a mirror the glory of the Lord, are being transformed into the same image from glory to glory, just as by the Spirit of the Lord.

Therefore, since we have this ministry, as we have received mercy, we do not lose heart.  But we have renounced the hidden things of shame, not walking in craftiness nor handling the word of God deceitfully, but by manifestation of the truth commending ourselves to every man’s conscience in the sight of God. But even if our gospel is veiled, it is veiled to those who are perishing, whose minds the god of this age has blinded, who do not believe, lest the light of the gospel of the glory of Christ, who is the image of God, should shine on them.”

After reading the passage, the Pastor began to explain the imagery of seeing through the veil that separates the world from knowing God.

through the veilThrough Jesus Christ, and by His grace, the veil has been lifted for the body of Christ and we can know God intimately.  We no longer need to approach God through the veil.  What He desires most is that we clearly keep our eyes on Him.  In the midst of the sermon, the Pastor suddenly lost his place, experienced a moment of confusion, and then silence.  It was one of those awkward moments when nobody knows what to do, and the Pastor was obviously flustered and at a total loss for words.

Then one of the congregation offered a worldly example of what prevents us from keeping our eyes on God the way we should, then another offered an example of how we allow ourselves to only see God through the veil, and then yet another.  As the Pastor, still unable to speak, began to offer an apology for being unable to complete the sermon, one member came forward suggesting that just as a doctor should not perform surgery on a member of his family, maybe the subject matter was hitting a little too close to home.  Then the entire congregation came forward placing hands on the Pastor and each other, praying that the seduction of the enemy be stopped and the veil be lifted for us all, acknowledging that sometimes there is more power in what is not said than in what is said.   The congregation may not have heard the whole sermon with their ears, but indeed they heard it with their hearts and demonstrated that they had understood.  

It was indeed a beautiful thing, a thing that only God can do!

After the prayers ended, the Pastor offered the benediction and the service ended, but the touch of the Holy Spirit that blessed the congregation today, and the wisdom received, will not be soon forgotten.

2 Corinthians 3:9-11 (NKJV)

“For if the ministry of condemnation had glory, the ministry of righteousness exceeds much more in glory.  For even what was made glorious had no glory in this respect, because of the glory that excels.  For if what is passing away was glorious, what remains is much more glorious.”

Blessings & Adventure,

Lynn “lynnibug” Rios

And the Light Shines in the Darkness…

Saturday, November 3rd, 2012

light

And the light shines also in my darkness.

Recently, I again read John 1:1-5, verses that I have read countless times before, but this time something was different.  A single phrase stood out, calling me to take a closer look.

John 1:1-5 (NKJV)
1 In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.  2 He was in the beginning  with  God.  3 All things were made through Him, and without Him nothing was made that was made.  4 In Him was life, and the life was the light of men.  5 And the light shines in the darkness, and the darkness did not comprehend it.

Strange that phrase had never stood out before… “and the darkness did not comprehend it” lends a trait to darkness I had not previously considered.  Could darkness be capable of intelligence or for that matter thought?  Another curiosity was the change in tense.  The light shines in present tense but the darkness responds in past tense.  I hoped to solve this unusual dilema by comparing several translations… it was like having an itch I could not scratch and I had to get to the bottom of it.

John 1:5 (NLT)
5 The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness can never extinguish it.

John 1:5 (KJV)
5 And the light shineth in darkness; and the darkness comprehended it not.

John 1:5 (MSG)
5 The Life-Light blazed out of the darkness; the darkness couldn’t put it out.

John 1:5 (GW)
5 The light shines in the dark, and the dark has never extinguished it.

Two votes for past tense could not comprehend, one vote for past tense could not extinguish, and two votes for past, present and future inability to extinquish.  The word ‘extinguish’ added the mental picture of putting out a fire, as in overcoming or conquering something, and that kind of victory cannot be achieved without first understanding that which we seek to conquer.  So the darkness then, now, and forever, must struggle with the intrusion of light, yet will never prevail against it.  Hmmmm… so far so good.

It was about that time when my friend, Maikel, reminded me of something.  These verses parallel the creation story in Genesis.  Johns writings take us back to creation to teach us that Jesus was present “In the beginning…”, when God separated the light and the darkness.  Maikel’s point was that Jesus and His church are the continuation of this action of separating light from darkness.

light

But wait… If they are separated,

does the light still shine in the darkness?

This was not the rabbit hole I had imagined myself jumping into when I began this journey, but God’s path for me is rarely anything like what I am expecting.  With that in mind, it was time to revisit John 1 verses 1-5 with a fresh perspective.  This time I went to my AENT (Aramaic to English New Testament translation), as I often do when I feel I am getting closer but can’t quite reach it, hoping to acquire a deeper understanding of the intimacy between God and Jesus in the act of creation.

Yochanan 1:1-5 AENT
1 In the beginning was the Miltha. And that Miltha was with Elohim.   And Elohim was that Miltha.
2 This was with Elohim in the beginning.
3 Everything existed through His hands, and without Him, not even one thing existed of the things which have existed.
4 In Him was life, and the life was the light of men.
5 And that light shines in the darkness, and the darkness did not overtake it.

The word ‘overtake’ definitely fits in with the idea of overcoming, but wait… there is so much more….

‘Miltha’ is one of those words with multiple meanings.  It can mean word, manifestation, instance, or substance.  Elohim is God the Creator and Judge.  So in the beginning, when God, in the act of creation spoke the words “Let there be…” the manifestation of His substance, Miltha, was with Him.  Jesus is Miltha, the Ruach haKodesh or Spirit of God manifested in substance, the Son of God and man.  WOW!  In verse three we can sense the imagery of the word becoming a creative force in the  literal hands of the Miltha, like a sculptor working under the orders of a king.

It fills in the unfathomable gap between “God said ‘Let there be light'” and “and there was light” with Jesus!

light

Thanks again to Maikel, for pointing out the crucial fact that God only separated light and darkness. He did not destroy the darkness. The darkness is a reality we must contend with.  Jesus has come to bring light into the darkness.  He is the true light!  That, for us, is a message of boundless hope!  It was truth in the past, it is truth in the present, and it will be truth tomorrow!  No matter what kind of darkness we find ourselves in, the light of our Lord can reach us, and the darkness has no power to prevent it.  Amen!

Blessings & Adventure

Lynn “lynnibug” Rios

Who Conquered Sin & Death

Tuesday, October 16th, 2012

from anberlin_fan on GodTube.

 

The Measure of a Year

Sunday, July 1st, 2012

This was originally written and posted by Aneglique on Good Junque.   With her permission, I am reposting for my readers.

It brought back a flood of memories for me. I was with Angelique’s mother, Drema,  in Sierra Maestra last October about the time Iliancie discovered she was pregnant. She has truly captured the spirit of the covenant we have with our sister churches in Cuba. I shall never again look at an egg without remembering.


The Measure of a Year


 A huge storm hit home this week.  Not only did Tropical Storm Debby reek havoc on our city, a storm of a different nature has also been blowing, wildly through my heart.


 This week we received news that close pastor friends of ours from Guanito, Cuba, Pastor Alexei and Pastora Iliancie, brought into the world, their first child.  Much like the waters from the storm surged in to flood our streets, emotions of a year since my trip to Cuba have surged and seized my heart.


 I remember the day we met the Pastors, it was the beginning of our trip and they had just arrived from a long and difficult journey to arrive to Havana to meet my Mother and our group.  They had breakfast with us and we had brought some peanut butter with us and Iliancie ate some for the first time. It was love at first bite with her and that jar of peanut butter!  We spent the entire morning with them as they came with us while we ran our errands around Old Havana, exchanging currency and picking up some supplies for our week ahead.  They were such a vibrant couple singing out in joy and thanking God for the blessing of our team.


The Measure of a Year
Enjoying their first Peanut Butter and Jelly

While we were riding in the bus, Iliancie complimented my sunglasses.  They were my oldest pair, and I brought them just in case they got lost or broke. As I looked at her glasses they were practically falling apart and the tortoise shell coating was flaking off.  The lenses were terribly scratched and it’s the only pair she had.  My heart sunk thinking about the 10 pairs of sunglasses I had at home.  I had regrets for not bringing them all.  I took off my sunglasses and I told her to have mine.  At first she refused saying she didn’t want to leave me without glasses and I said ok, then let’s trade.  Her face lit up and she put my sunglasses on and started doing a series of model poses.  She hugged me and showered me with kisses, and again she sang out thanking God through song.


The Measure of a Year
The Hyde Park UMC Team with Pastor Alexi

Within a few minutes she had burst into tears along with the rest of us.  They received many gifts that day and the promise of more to come.  We brought money for them to take back to our sister church, sashes and runners for their pulpit and altar, medicine, clothing and a laptop.  My mother would be returning that Fall, so I asked the Pastora to make a list of all the things they need that my mother can bring them.  She asked for fabric and sewing materials so that they could make dresses for their liturgical dancers and that they had a lady in the church who could sew them all by hand.  (When my mom returned that Fall, among many things, including peanut butter, she brought them a sewing machine.  With great joy they all celebrated for this wonderful gift, and they are now able to sew many things for the church and the community.)


 That day started  a lifelong relationship between our family and theirs.  My mom sent the Pastora maternity clothes, baby clothes and a multitude of things throughout the year.  They write each other, and although I haven’t gotten to see them in a year, sometimes I hear Iliancie’s songs.  There are days, without reason, that I can feel my Cuban brothers and sisters fill my heart with prayers. For as much as I pray for them, many more of them continue to pray for me.


 So how do I measure this year?  My emotions can be measured by the degrees of a storm. Fierce winds that rattle and shake me or a soft breeze that carries the songs and cries of my brothers and sisters in Cuba.

Surely I could measure it in tears, those of happiness and of sorrow and longing for my brothers and sisters. I could measure it in laughter.  I think I will measure it in eggs.  I still think of Cuba every time I buy eggs, see them or eat them, and I am reminded that I can have as many as I want, at any given time.  I guess that here I can use eggs as a metaphor for blessings.  For as many eggs as I have, I am even more abundant in blessings.


The Measure of a Year
An egg ration Market in Old Havana
Each person gets 5 eggs a month

PastorAlexei and Pastora Iliancie hatched a big egg and had a baby girl this week.  With great honor and overflowing love, they named her, Drema, after my mother.  Out of curiosity I looked up the definition of Drema, and it means “joyus music.”  For this child I cannot think of a better name.  It was with Joyous Music that we met the Pastor and Pastora.  It was with Joyous Music that the Pastora sang out in love and thanks for her blessings.  And most of all, there will be Joyous Music when we return this winter to reunite with our family in Cuba.  With Joyous Music I will sing out to my new baby sister and  I wish “Dremita” (little Drema) a life filled with Joyous Music as her generation will be the face of change and hope in her country.

I wish I was in Cuba right now, sweating, wearing ugly clothes that don’t fit, and sorting rice at the Methodist Center. Until then, I will long for the day that I see my Cuban family and every day I will raise my eggs in a toast to Dremita with the promise of a future life filled with an infinite amount of eggs and Joyous Music:)

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Post Script note from lynnibug 7/7/2012  Yesterday I received a picture of baby Dremita and I just had to share it!



Dremita

Stop Hunger Now

Wednesday, March 14th, 2012

This past Saturday my church partnered with Stop Hunger Now

with the goal of packaging 10,000 nutritious meals for distribution to some of the world’s most vulnerable people.  What an amazing experience it was!  Stop Hunger Now has developed a process of bringing raw materials and volunteers together to accomplish the “moving of the mountain” of hunger in a way that energizes a spirit of service among the participants.


Stop Hunger NowIn the weeks leading up to the big day we promoted the event in our neighborhood and raised the necessary funds to pay for the food we would be packaging.  We had hoped to have about 50 volunteers for the event.  When we gathered in the fellowship hall at Forest Hills United Methodist Church just before 10:00 am, we had over 100 volunteers!  Groups had come from Temple Terrace UMC, Lake Magdalene UMC, First UMC of Lutz, Saint Timothy Catholic Church, Lake Carroll Baptist Church, Oak Grove UMC, and neighbors from all around us.


Robert Samuels, the Stop Hunger Now program manager for Orlando, FL instructed us in forming teams to perform the necessary steps and we went to work.  It was like a perfectly orchestrated symphony of human effort striving toward a goal that was larger than life.


Stop Hunger Now


Stop Hunger Now

“Stop Hunger Now provides meals to support school feeding programs in schools and orphanages around the world.


This is a pivotal step because children in impoverished areas are often sent to school if they will be fed.  The education they receive is the turning point at which many negative factors such as infant mortality, disease, and gender inequality are impacted and communities can begin to heal themselves.”

Stop Hunger Now

Stop Hunger Now


Now here is something that doesn’t happen often…  About 40 minutes into the project, our pastor asked that some of the people who were working please take a break so that everyone who came could have an opportunity to participate!  After about an hour and a half we had packaged a total of 10,040 meals, and everyone was talking about when we might be able to do this again.


Stop Hunger Now

Stop Hunger Now

Our Stop Hunger Now event was a great success in every imaginable way!


It was fun and engaging, and it infused a new level of unifying energy into our church.  It was a corporate experience of being the hands and feet of Christ together, evidence that when the Church comes together with a unifying purpose, much prayer, and a willingness to pitch in, we can speak to that mountain and it will move!


Blessings & Adventure,


Lynn “lynnibug” Rios


Hopes, Dreams, and the Reality of Freedom

Saturday, January 21st, 2012

The reality of freedom, freedom won and freedom lost, has become for me an issue of passion.


I watched an amazing video documentary the other day about the hopes, dreams, and reality of youth and young adults in Cuba. It was an eye opening presentation of a generation that longs for the very freedoms we are allowing to slip away.  As I watched, I could not help but compare their passion for freedom in a rigid political system, to our alarming trend towards allowing, or even worse encouraging a more socialist posture.


The revolution promised freedom, but yeilded decay.

In Cuba, “jobs” are government jobs, the pay is not enough to live on, and the rations the government supplies each month, last for only 2 weeks.  Young married couples must often live with relatives due to a shortage of housing, and for them, simple privacy is a rare luxury.  Promising students study hard to earn advanced degrees, and even with the skills and knowledge they have worked so hard to acquire, they have no hope that it will secure them a brighter future.  Only loyalty to the revolution offers one a chance at material success.


Without the freedom and resources to build and improve, Cuban cities are frozen in the past.

But young Cubans are no longer buying into the excuses the aging regime makes for their circumstances.  They have hopes and dreams of a better life, and they believe that Cuba has the resources to build a better future, if only they had the freedom to use them.  Sadly, those who speak out are subjected to censorship, beatings, and all manner of restrictions that will make an example of them, and deter others from being so bold.

If only our young people understood the value of the freedom we have enjoyed in this country.


If only they understood that there are decisions the government should not have the power to make for us. I find it terrifying that our government continues to become more and more like the regime we have opposed with economic sanctions since the Castro regime came to power.


Our middle class is disappearing as unemployment devastates once financially stable families.  Public assistance has become a quagmire of red tape for those who never needed it in the past.  Healthcare is already being rationed to those who cannot afford comprehensive health insurance.  More and more families have to rely on food stamps or charities distributing food, and the number of homeless grows larger each day.


Florida Straits, a dangerous path to Freedom for a persecuted CubansThe answer to all of these problems is certainly not more government intervention.  We need only look 90 miles south of Florida to see that governmental control and distribution of resources does not benefit all citizens equally.  In this country the current administration will always place the blame squarely on the previous administration, just as in Cuba, whatever is not working is blamed on the embargo.


So what has happened in the US that transformed us from a culture where hard work resulted in economic security, to a culture where nearly 17% of the population relies on the government to feed, cloth, and in some cases house them, while countless others desperately need, but do not qualify for assistance?  We can place the blame on many programs and policies, but what I see at the root of them all is corruption in our political system, and a huge shift in values, and if you really think about it, the corruption is indeed the result of that shift in values.

In the name of tolerance and freedom of a small minority, we have allowed references to God to be legislated out of public view.


By removing His Holy Presence in our schools, public events and government buildings, we have given that ground to the enemy and the enemy has rejoiced and flourished.  Politicians routinely abuse the power entrusted to them and bow down to the desires of lobbyists whose influence will keep them in office.   Public service has become the most self-serving occupation in the land.  The public, largely unaware of just how deep the corruption runs, demands change, lending their support and giving their vote to the most eloquent speaker making promises they have no power to keep.  Once elected, regardless of their job performance, they will reap the benefits of a tax supported gravy train for the rest of their lives.


The picture that emerges is one of a two tiered welfare state.  On one side, politicians, even those who lose voter confidence after only one term, receive huge sums of public assistance for life, with no need to go through the humiliating process of re-qualifying every few months, and on the other, common people whose jobs have been lost, struggle through a mass of red tape to qualify for meager benefits that keep them trapped well below the poverty line.


In the middle ground are workers whose real incomes continue to shrink as the economy devastates their buying power.  Earning too much to qualify for the great American giveaway, and too little to get ahead of their debt, their tax dollars supporting both tiers of the welfare state, they have become resentful with good reason.  Hard work can no longer be counted upon to result in economic security.


The stark reality of the situation can easily be understood when we examine the plight of a single mother of three,  attempting to give her children a better life by learning a profession and working hard.  She is forced by the system to quit her job at the first realization of success because she no longer qualifies for her children’s healthcare benefits, yet does not earn enough to pay a healthcare provider for those services.  The bottom line is her family is better off if she does not work.


We need look only as far as Cuba to see where our current path will take us.  This beautiful tropical paradise filled with a resilient and hopeful people, became a culture where a handful have much and the masses have little to nothing, where infrastructure has crumbled, opportunity is non-existent, and young people dream of living somewhere, anywhere else.  Their revolution was a forcible takeover, ours is a willing, and ignorant, relinquishment of our freedom.  The results have alarming similarities.  There is much we can learn from the grandchildren of the Cuban revolution.


I urge you to view this documentary and others like it.  I urge you to educate yourself about how people in other countries really live and what they must do to survive.  Many wise men and women have said that history repeats itself, and so I urge you to consider the true value of freedom lost, and prayerfully consider the actions of our current leadership and the candidates who compete to become our future leaders.


It is not too late to reclaim this land and transform it so that God will again bless America.  We need to begin by electing leaders that serve God and are trustworthy stewards of what He and the public have entrusted them with.  We are precariously balanced upon a dangerous precipice, and this country is in great need of change.  We must be wary of the change that seeks to control us, and fight for the change that will empower us with opportunity to achieve our dreams.


Blessings & Adventure,


Lynn “lynnibug” Rios


from RALPH WALDO EMERSON, Ode Sung in the Town Hall

For He that worketh high and wise, Nor pauses in his plan, Will take the sun out of the skies Ere freedom out of man.


 

MUIP Cuba Caravan October 2011 Reflections

Sunday, October 23rd, 2011

Today I want to share a bit of my recent trip to Cuba

 

Blessings & Adventure,

Lynn “lynnibug” Rios

Spiritual Dreams

Friday, October 21st, 2011

Today I want to share a beautiful piece my friend Shirley wrote.

Spiritual Dreams


I had written
reams and reams of fleshly dreams
reams and reams or so it seemed


Not until I made flesh to be like dead
Could I have
What I had said


“Release the obsessions, the cravings of old
is what my spirit man told my soul


For what you desire is in the spiritual realm
If only you allow your spirit at the helm


Your flesh cannot possibly unlock your treasures
Only your spirit man can have that pleasure


So what is this thing that I cannot see
So Powerful so Strong and softly
Killing Me


It is my True Self my Spirit Man
Warring for me and taking a Stand


“Saying”


You no longer have need of
Fleshly direction
For I have brought with me
Divine Correction


No longer will you write
dreams of death


For that is what you do when
You write from flesh


Your spiritual Power will manifest your dreams
And your flesh can only follow
as part of the Team”.


So now I write Only Spiritual Dreams
That come to pass without a seam.


Written by
Shirley Matta
copyright 2010


To God only, Belongs the Praise!

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