Diminishing Returns

C.S. Lewis said: "a man can no more diminish God's Glory by refusing to worship Him than a lunatic can put out the Sun by scribbling 'darkness' on the walls of His cell".

The older I get the more I come into the realization that no human or human act can diminish God's power and glory. There are so many uncertainties that beset us as citizens of planet Earth that's it unlikely that any of us would dare to predict our future as a human race. This big ball we so confidently walk, live and breathe on never stops spinning. No matter how unfortunate or laden with burdens we become, life just goes on! An example of this took place this past week in a Colorado Cinema, when out of 7 billion people, the people who chose to go to the Premier of a Batman movie had their live inexorably changed! I'm sure their appointment with fate was not just another date on their
e-calendars, they simply went to a place where most Americans will go for relaxation, laughter and drama. Their plans were probably to go to a theater and get lost in a movie. Some may have been dreaming that they were one of the power wielding  heroes, some might have just been along for the ride of a good hour or so of entertainment. I don't know about you, but I usually go to a movie to escape the realities of life. But the fact is, the only one who planned the ensuing senseless massacre was the accused himself. And even he couldn't be sure of the outcome of his plans. You ask, "why didn't God intervene?". Do you mind if I put that question on hold? Sorry, you took too long to answer so you'll just have to come along on my detour! : )

I have a confession to make, I'm a romantic, a sensate, one who not only visualizes things but experiences the emotions involved in a very real way. This comes as no surprise to those of you who really know me. Has anyone ever told you to "get your head out of the clouds"? I use to hear just that all the time as a little girl. I had big dreams, like most of us do, but when I dreamed, I would become so engrossed in my fantasies that I would lose all sense of reality. I would feel, taste, and smell whatever I was visualizing. I would become so emerged in my imagination and daydreams that I would feel odd living my ordinary life. I even thought one day I would just vanish into my fantasies and never be heard from again, like Enoch. That is, unless the "rapture" didn't happen first!! Lol. Some will appreciate this sentiment. As a child I was highly imaginative and creative and as a teenager I became more and more immersed in dreaming about days to come...walking, listening to music, sunbathing (yes, regretfully so), or any activity would be turned into a creative drama played out in my head!! I was a responsive student according to my teachers, and my parents took great pleasure in this, little did they know I was multitasking, listening with one ear but indulging in daydreaming just to survive!! I could be painfully shy. After school I would usually go home and ride my bike and listen to the little AM radio strapped to my handlebars... making the melodies become the soundtrack for the extraordinary dreams in my head. Did anyone else have a radio on their bike? I thought I was so cool sporting my radio on my "monkey bars" on my purple and silver shwinn bicycle!!

When my children were born I realized that this was a hereditary trait, especially for a girl, signaling a "rite of passage" into the teen years. I tried not to interfere in their own private worlds by acting as if I wasn't aware of their muse. But as I grew older I lost the ability to daydream myself away, and watch as my days gave way to reality. Now many if these things I lived in reality were the things I had already dreamed of  but many of my fantasies did not manifest...and may I say thank God some didn't! I'm so glad I never became the only woman who went into space and started the only space lab inhabited by every creature on earth! Like a modern day "Noah's arc" escaping Earth's harshness and being celebrated for saving all animal life from extinction!! : ) Ha ha!!

No, I thank God that He allowed me to make every choice that has brought me to where I am today for the good or the bad! But in everything I have become more than a conqueror through Christ who loves me. If I had been given the ability to sketch out a blue plan for my life and live it out just so (with it's own soundtrack of course), it certainly wouldn't have taken many of the turns it has.

I've had sick and dying people as me, "where did I take a wrong turn? To which I respond, how do you know you did? If you put your trust and faith in God He promises never to leave you. He was on every path you took and in every turn! If you have a heart after God, nothing can keep you from becoming aligned with your purpose in this life. However, I do wish there was some trophy or plague that we are presented at the completion of that purpose. Maybe we are, maybe no matter how young or old when our purpose is fulfilled we are given a crown of life?

Now to answer that question, "why didn't a loving God intervene to save the lives of those in that cinema on that early morning?"
Well, how do we know He didn't? All I can say is that I know He has that power, He could have stopped it. He could have if He so desired delayed things for a while, caused the gunman to have an accident on the way to fulfill his insane plan. He could have caused the movie to be cancelled or caused the movie goers to get distracted  not shown up, and on and on. There are many ways a God of love could have stopped this brutality of innocent lives!
But He didn't and guess what? He's still God!! No one usurped His power by taking human lives. Now you can agree or disagree, but if I thought I had a God that cold and calculating, setting a trap, I couldn't serve Him.

Here's my truth, we don't know what happened in the atmosphere surrounding that theater that night. We are living out a dual existence and the only ones who can get a view of the final outcome of the events of that day from both sides is God and maybe the great cloud of witnesses!  The news people can report what happened in the fleshly realm, but only those truly tuned into God and His ever proceeding Word can even catch a glimpse of hope in such devastation. We can no more see what actually happened around those who passed, or those who were wounded, or even the gunman in the Spirit realm, which is ethereal, anymore than we can breathe under water. No one or nothing can ever know how it feels to be aquatic and be able to breathe water and thrive unless they are equipped with gills.

What I'm saying is we are spiritual beings but, but for whatever reason we don't see clearly now. We "see through a glass darkly". We will not see the reason or completion of event as they truly are until we shed our temporary tents. However God in His mercy gave us a telescope into how that other realm works through the life and actions of Christ.  I'm sure I need not give biblical examples, but I will. Jesus showed us so much. He made people whole, which reveals His desire for our good health. He called fish into nets of hungry fishermen, He commanded the storm with peace and defied earthly elements by walking on water and raising the dead to life. One of my favorite stories is when Jesus was traveling into the city of Nain and ran into a funeral procession. Seeing the grieving Mother and knowing this was her only son, He brought life back to a dead body. Then He demonstrates His power over death by "laying down" His own flesh to be resurrected Spirit!

For now, on this side we grieve, mourn and comfort those who have lost someone or something feeling a little out of control because we are!! I can't see any good reason for this horrible loss of life, but I can see Jesus, the author and finisher of our faith. Our decisions here do determine our future, but in God's eyes no one dies! And as I look into His eyes I hope I can shed some light of truth by telling His plans for you are good no matter what shape they take in this earthly realm. No one and no senseless act can diminish His glory. But your faith in Him can be diminished if we believe the lie that evil prevails. Don't let your faith return to Him diminished. Protect your faith, your mind, your heart, because in the end we know through Christ that hope lives and God is still rules and He is still God!!

Hello everyone!  

I hope you haven't been holding your breath waiting for my next blog entry.  If so I apologize and will see you in the great by and by!! I know, I know it's time already! I have not written in months, since last year! Yes, I have aged and do have more gray hair...by the way, has anyone noticed how the texture of the gray changes as it grows out? I will admit to hiding mine, my brilliant hair dresser has the formula that does the trick.  And some people are fooled about my age, but as you know, "you can fool some of the people some of the time, but you can't fool all of the people all of the time." Boy, does this ever hold true with kids!!  A few weeks ago my Granddaughter Ava and I were sitting out back on my patio and I had in hand a catalogue of swimsuits. I don't dare name the store that the catalogue comes from, but just imagine, itsy bitsy teeny weeny!  Anyway I was perusing this magazine and my granddaughter was peeking over to see, how pretty a few of the bikinis were.  I stated, "Well your Mom might could pull these off, but I don't think I can".  After a few moments of silence with the most sincere, caring little voice she could muster, she came back with "Well, Grandby, you just need to find a magazine for 'old ladies'."!  She was just trying to comfort me, but as I laughed myself to tears telling her Mom about it, I realized, she's right.  Maybe we're raising a generation of kids who aren't afraid to see through all the unrealistic facades, fixes, and expectations of life and just see it like it is.  And, as a matter of fact I do have a catalogue with swimsuits for women "my age". Lol. Along these lines I write to you today.  

Fortunately, my life has begun to settle down a bit in my new hometown of Spring Hill, TN, and I feel a freedom to write again.  I have to first thank God because He has led my every step up to this place.  Those of you who have prayed for us, thank you, your reward will be great.  I say that not because you prayed for me, as though I think I'm someone special.  I have to tell you that you won't be rewarded just because you prayed for me. The reward is yours because God loves you...and it's just that simple, He loves you! I know that might over simplify things but it's true...love holds the universe together, why not give love the credit its due? Why must we analyze and hypothesize, and exegete every single word in the bible?  Why must each of us think we have the "answer", or the "revelation" concerning God's standards and how to apply them.  I'm not trying to be indelicate, just honest!! Just about every time I open up Face book or my email, someone else has sent a notice that they are writing a book or doing a blog.  Don't misunderstand me, I like reading other blogs, and I write this blog.  However, I make it clear, and if I haven't I'm now making it clear, that everything I write is subject to personal opinion and not objective most of the time.  That's the reason I write, to share something of my life with others and to encourage them, and if no one reads it, at least I have written it for myself and chronicled it. 

Many of my friends and family have very applicable and insightful blogs for inspirational purposes, and God knows we all need men and women with wisdom. But here's the thing, when I was coming up, if something was in print, it had to be true!! I'm sure everyone knows by now that this is no longer the case.  I won't name them but the "tell all" magazines at the check out counter in the grocery store show the untruths that will be published just to sell a magazine. But when people are in need or trustful, their eyes and hearts go searching for anything that might give them hope or justify the way they are feeling, or even make them feel better about themselves because "at least I'm not like them". And, this is just my opinion now, there is a plethora of irrelevant and, or misinformation out there, written under the guise of "religion" and I would venture to say that Christianity holds a corner on the market of publishing men's opinion. I'm not saying there's nothing good written about religion...but I'm just sayin..., so now I'll add my written opinion to the pile!! :)   

In one of my former lives, no, I don't believe in reincarnation...referring to when I was in my 20's, Wes and I were members of, and often attended the Christian Booksellers Association annual conferences.  Now, if you don't know, this is where every Christian publisher goes to introduce their new publications and try to sell them to bookstores, vendors and churches.  At the time, Wes had started "Kingdom Publishers" and had published a few books. We went to sell books and did sell many books, some authored by my Dad, some by others, but everyone wanted to get their point of view "out there".  There were aisles and aisles of booths filled with biographies, auto-biographies, how tos, expository studies on every book of the bible and on anything and everything, Sunday School curriculum, every subject you can think of.  There were books on how to have church, how not to have church, on what Jesus meant and what He didn't mean.  There were books on when Jesus will return and what it was really like in Bethlehem when He was born, how to heal, how to make miracles happen...go into any Christian bookstore and look around and multiply that a thousand times and you would be seeing an image of the CBA in your mind's eye. 

I'll never forget the year we took my Dad's book entitled "Sex is God's Idea" into the CBA arena.  Now remember, this is the 80's... and the organization was then, a predominantly Southern Baptist organization.  And I love my Southern Baptist friends, but you can imagine the surprised looks on customer's faces when they rounded the corner to see a huge duratran rendering of the cover of that book...which was a big shiny apple...with the title "SEX is Gods idea"...and of course it had lights behind it so it glowed into the aisle.  Many people were drawn in to see what it was all about, but many people would walk all the way around the aisle, even to infringing on the booth across from us, just to escape our clutches! We sure sold a lot of books for the booth opposite us, and I think they published books about how to make Sunday School puppets!! Lol My Dad's book was a good book, simply written about relationships and how to relate to God and others, but the provocative title made it so controversial.  We were the talk of the convention, and simply because the word "sex" was used in the book title.  I would say, "well, did or did not God make us to be intimate and have sex with our mates?  Just read the book and see if you don't agree, and if it offends you or your buyers we'll reimburse you."  And some replied, "well I know God made everything but this subject just isn't appropriate in this arena"!  Really?!! REALLY?!!  I get it, and I'm sure you do...there is a time and place for everything, but in today's culture, that's just it...you can get a book on anything...read it on line, on Kindle, on ibooks, and in plain old book form, which I prefer, simply because I enjoy the paper, anyone with me?  

So to the point of my story, I read very few "Christian" books simply because I usuallly find  the view of God to be so limiting.  Jesus is my Lord, and He is my God and I believe myself to be Christ mindful...but I don't need a book on what to believe about everything. And your story better be pretty heart pounding and interesting for me to read how you came to know Christ.  Boy, I must seem angry today, but I'm not.  In fact, I am writing a book myself, not to share what I know, but how the things I don't know have helped me find myself.  There's nothing wrong with writing, and there's nothing wrong with making our writings public, but once we do, we take on a great responsibility for our words and words hold weight.  And that's just my opinion! 

So, Yes I am writing again...the break I took was so that when I came back I might have some clarity as to what I think, which evolves daily. I'm afraid when I do finish the book, I will have to write far too many sequels because I'm always changing.  And I guess that's exactly what we are suppose to be doing, growing closer daily into the image of Christ.  That's why it is taking me years to write this book. So I hope this will answer the question that some of you have asked "when is the book coming?".  I don't know, some days it's slow and some days I'm in hyper drive!  It just depends on life. But it will be written!!! And kudos to those of you who dare to share any honest experience to help someone else in any form, be it book, song, testimony, or simply sharing.  After all, we are all different for a reason, we are the counterbalance for another's strengths and weaknesses, that's what life is all about.  So, for now, I hope you will read me, and give me a chance to share life's little lessons, not from a standpoint of being above them, but under them, around them, and how I think they may look from the outside in. Let me remind you how God is always love and love is always "the Source" and if I can help anyone by sharing my pains and joys in discovering that, then I have just begun to accomplished my task in life. To encourage you!

And that's just my opinion:)

Roma Beth    

Blunders and Bridges, I know my name

I know my name, I know who I am, I am identified in God by who I am, not by what I am doing. The knowledge of who I am reveals the larger canvas on which God will begin to paint His strokes of destiny. Mine, actually comes from my name. I am “Beth”, meaning in Hebrew, “house’ or “dwelling place”, or it could mean “sanctuary”. And I am “Roma”, which of course is a city and in Latin means “strength”, but in Hebrew it means, “elevated, lofty”.

My sister Becky who went home to meet her maker years ago told me that some people were called to simply hold the presence of God, to be His container to spread His life, His Word, His Truth, wherever they are. In the Old Testament there were such Priests who only attended to God. They only touched the sacred elements and could not touch man. Now I’m not saying that about myself, I am all about people. But I am beginning to see that just maybe God won’t allow me to get boxed in so I can move quickly and go where He may need me, or just spread love, a prayer, or a Word to someone I meet on this journey. To be a place where He is comfortable, a house for His presence or for others to find hope and comfort and to find His love. And a place that is above the scuffle, and above the competition and emotion, a strong house of healing. That’s who I know I am, I am not always on the mark but I am reaching for the goal! No matter who tries to change that or box that in or tell me differently, I know who I am!

I shared that with you because I want to answer your questions about what you are called to do, who you are in God, and what you can do for Him. Just be who you are. It bears true in what the Apostle Paul said prior to his speech of encouragement in

2Corinthians 4:7 “But we have this treasure in earthen vessels.” He places his gifts, his love, his hope, his abilities, his presence, Himself in our vessel… but that’s just it, everyone around us, I know those around me, knows that a simple person cannot be what we are without a divine calling. That makes it miraculous. And yes I am a miracle worker! That's for you "Shepherd's Door" people.

Yes, I admit there have been many disappointments in my life; many times I did call it quits only to come back and repent. Many things I’ve done out of the need for my own personal welfare. And although there may not be regret regarding some of these, they may not be best for where God is taking me. So God took the mistakes, and blunders and is turning them into bridges, which lead to His purpose.

Again, the enemy blunders by thinking he can defeat anyone belonging to the God that controls everything. But the enemy tries to trip us up if we aren’t on our proper path.

So it is imperative that we know who we are before we can actually know that we are going in the right direction. If you don’t know who you are, begin to ask God to reveal it to you. Maybe through circumstances, maybe through your own suffering, or through someone you love. You’ll be surprised how you might find it. And you have to listen with tuned in ears. I have to admit that as the seasons have changed so has my activity level and opportunity. But my purpose has never changed. Who I am has never changed.

Years ago, our family was in crisis. Wes and I having left both of our jobs had no immediate income. We still had two kids in school, a school we couldn’t afford anymore, and so I had to home school our kids. We were launching out into new territory. My husband Wes was really distressed, not knowing where the next paycheck might even possibly come from and he showed it with a furrowed brow. He and my son, Britt, were riding in the car one day; my son was twelve years old at the time. He looked at his Dad and said, “Dad, don’t look so worried, I hate to see you like this. How bad can it be? So we lose everything, as long as we have each other, we’re gonna be okay”. My husband said immediately he heard the voice of God through our son and from that point on a new faith arose in him. As he began to trust, of course God provided for us. Just don’t close your Spiritual ears or your carnal ears for that, you’ll get your answer.

And I believe that whatever you do for God will bring joy and not dread. If you dread it, it’s not your purpose. I also know that if you have to strain to do it and work hard to even make it happen, it’s not for you, you weren’t made for that thing. Does a vase have to strain at holding water? Only if it is flawed into forgetting what it does by getting a hole, then it can no longer serve that purpose. You will be comfortable with God’s call for you. That’s just my belief. And if you don’t think you are at first, maybe you just didn’t know it was in there, and you become comfortable later on!

But it takes a death to understand who God is in you! And not just one death, but also a continual dying to yourself. If you really want to be who you were made to be for Him then understand that the process of Life in Him also demand a laying down of your own life.

You need to start figuring out who you are…you are so vulnerable if you’ve never settled the question of your identity.

Maybe you were raised by a value system that taught you that you were suppose to lose, or in a society that tells you that people who believe in Jesus shouldn’t expect much out of life. Or you were always limited in your home environment as a child or maybe now as an adult.

If you continue to be blind to who you are, you’ll always stay in the chicken coup instead of soaring like you can. I like that one!

You must accept that you are redeemed, forgiven, bought, and mighty in God…within your purpose…in Him you move and live and have your being.

And listen, don’t go to God and expect to tell Him the plans you’ve made for your life and ask Him to endorse them.

He knew who you were before you were formed in your Mother’s womb and He has a purpose for you…according to Jeremiah.

The blunder in your life, whether it is a sickness, or an attack on your family, job or marriage…or a simple wrong decision that you now realize wasn’t right, these things can be turned into a huge bridge for the power of God to be released into lives around you as well as your own. We must learn to forgive when blunders are made…then we must learn to wait for the bridge, and then by God’s grace walk over it into our opportunity. And knowing this, wouldn’t is be great if we didn’t rush through the times when the horrific things were happening in our lives. Learn to abide in God in the place where the bridge is being built for you, ask God to speak and soon you’ll have the vision to see the bridge and the faith to walk over it.

2 Cor 2:14-15 14 Now thanks be to God who always leads us in triumph in Christ, and through us diffuses the fragrance of His knowledge in every place.

15 For we are to God the fragrance of Christ among those who are being saved and among those who are perishing.

We have to hold Him to diffuse Him. Think about it.

I love you all,

Roma Beth, His Strong Elevated House

Blunders and Bridges

Blunders and Bridges

I know many of you have found yourselves in a place of hurting. If not in the recent past, at some point in your life.

And in these places I am beginning to understand what the Holy Spirit is doing in me and what I believe He is trying to do in all of us.

I don’t think you can’t know who you are in God until you know who God is in you.

The bible teaches us that God is love, He is the awesome giver…well just look at how love is described in the book of Corinthians and you will see the reflection of the divine.

Love is patient, kind, I’m sure you follow me.

This God whom we serve is neither divisive nor destruction, nor can He be.

James 1:17-18

17 Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and comes down from the Father of lights, with whom there is no variation or shadow of turning.

18 Of His own will He brought us forth by the word of truth, that we might be a kind of firstfruits of His creatures.

On the other hand we read and are taught by this same Word, that the enemy comes into our situations, he presents himself only to kill, to steal and to destroy.

Our enemy is neither omnipresent, nor is he omnipotent…he cannot discern the thoughts of redeemed people unless they reveal them to him.

He is not infallible, he makes mistakes….he throws fiery darts and darts don’t always hit the target. How many times have you played darts and hit the bull’s eye every single time? Okay, okay, maybe I'm in the minority, but it is rarely the case.

In his attempt to overthrow God in your life, he often slips up and makes a mistake.

These are the things I call the “enemies' blunders”, but I can see how God always uses these blunders in the life of the redeemed person to bridge them into something bigger and better.

They are used as a bridge to an even greater divine purpose.

In Moses' account of creation, amidst the garden, the serpent deceived the woman and ultimately brought man to rebellion and sin…however this deceptive strategy resulted in the plan of redemption!!! That's the up side isn't it?

What a tragic mistake the enemy made when he had Joseph’s brothers turn against him and throw him in a pit…and sold into slavery. I personally like this one.

From the pit…to the second in command to Pharaoh and ultimately being responsible for the preservation of a nation. After that huge blunder, things only went up from there for Joseph. Yeah so his beautiful prized coat was stolen and his identity was even taken, no one could ever take the great dreamer and ruler out of Joseph.

Let me stop here and say, some of you may feel you have lost your identity in God. Maybe you quit going to church, or there are questions you can't answer, or so much has happened you feel like a lost soul. Listen, no one can take away who you are. God made you, and only He knows who you really are, and He will manifest it if you remain faithful. He will find you when it's time, even if you're in a foreign land, figuratively, or literally!

What a mistake the enemy made when he had the crowd to stone Stephen…because standing in the shadows holding everyone’s cloaks, was the man who was adamantly persecuting the Christians. He would soon become the great Apostle Paul…who wrote much of the New Testament.

There are so many biblical accounts of blunders that led to a place of great significance.

When Jesus laid down His life on that fateful day when He was crucified, and the darkness covered the sun, God turned his face, and I’m sure the enemy forces were laughing. They really thought that this event on Golgotha was their pinnacle of success. But Paul wrote that had the rulers of this age, who were influenced by evil, known the end result of their mistake, they would not have crucified the Lord of Glory.

By making the mistake of crucifying our Lord, the enemy put it within Jesus’ power to make a public spectacle of him and even conquer death hell and the grave.

In your own life how many times can you see how the enemy has struck at you only to have you come back even stronger in that area?

I can attest to the fact that many times the area that I am struggling in, once I have finally overcome, and sometimes even before I have overcome, is the area that God brings those who have needs into my life. When Jesus was being tempted in the wilderness by His enemy, those once He overcame them, He was reinforced in those areas and they became as solid as steel. In other words, the next time He was tempted by His ego to either go against God's Word, or Worship something other than His Father, or to allow Himself to be tempted by something, He would remember the wilderness experience, He would remember how He looked the enemy square in the eyes and said, His piece.

I hope we can all say that we have had times when we have been able to look our enemy in the eye and said "NO!" Or been able to overcome when the sadness of a loss or a hurt even unto death comes over us. I know I can, I know what grief feels like, I've seen it in almost physical shape just standing in front of me trying to keep me from moving. But today, I decided I will not allow it to stop me. I have the power to knock it down. And then when it comes again, I will say, "Hey remember what I did to you last time?" "Well, get ready cause here I come!" ...If you could hear me I would sing it for you, but you can't...well anyway, you get the point.

One more scripture to nail this down for you;

Dan 7:21-22

21 "I was watching; and the same horn was making war against the saints, and prevailing against them,

22 "until the Ancient of Days came, and a judgment was made in favor of the saints of the Most High, and the time came for the saints to possess the kingdom.

This man Daniel had a vision, taken into captivity by the Babylonians while just a teenager, he became an advisor to the government and became a prophetic dreamer.

Daniel saw in his visions how the enemy was released to make war with God’s saints for a limited time, but that when the ancient of days came in, finally, then the time came for the saints to possess the Kingdom.

You see again, the enemy blunders by thinking he can defeat anyone belonging to a God that controls everything because He is the all in all, He is everything! Let that hit you for a moment!

I love Daniel’s description of God, the Ancient of Days...

Dan 7:9-14

9 "I watched till thrones were put in place, and the Ancient of Days was seated; his garment was white as snow, and the hair of His head was like pure wool. His throne was a fiery flame, its wheels a burning fire;

10 A fiery stream issued and came forth from before Him. A thousand thousands ministered to Him; ten thousand times ten thousand stood before Him. The court was seated, and the books were opened.

11 "I watched then because of the sound of the pompous words which the horn was speaking; I watched till the beast was slain, and its body destroyed and given to the burning flame.

12 "As for the rest of the beasts, they had their dominion taken away, yet their lives were prolonged for a season and a time.

13 "I was watching in the night visions, and behold, One like the Son of Man, coming with the clouds of heaven! He came to the Ancient of Days, and they brought Him near before Him.

14 Then to Him was given dominion and glory and a kingdom, that all peoples, nations, and languages should serve Him. His dominion is an everlasting dominion, which shall not pass away, and His kingdom the one which shall not be destroyed.

See, what the enemy forgets is that this all knowing, all ruling God does not forget and he specializes in taking those things intended to cause defeat, broken lives, ruined circumstances and decay and He turns them into His victory.

It's real easy in our culture which has the all the tabloids and TV shows which concentrate on every move celebrities and political figures make, focusing on their blunders, even laying in wait for them to make a mistake for the entertainment value. It's easy for us to judge people by their blunders, but God often uses people because of their blunders.

Well, that's enough for now, but I'm not done, next time I’ll go a little further into blunders being turned into bridges, I don't think I even got to the good stuff. This is my first closing....ha, ha, ha!

I'm excited to be writing again and feel this is the time to reconnect with you by revisiting some of the messages that ministered to you the most.

I’m here to tell you to lift up your eyes and your countenance, joy always comes in the morning. And It’s never too late to see that joy coming over the hill. God is in control!

Until next time,

Roma and Pastor, when you need one!

Leaving Myself and Celebrating the Season

Hello everyone! Don't let the exclamation mark throw you off, I am not in an extraordinarily chipper mood, but I am glad to be writing you. So I use the mark for you, and not to express myself. I'm really not that low, it's just hard to begin to explain where I've been, I wouldn't even know how to start. Maybe I should just go with the flow and let it happen.

Let's see, I have been dealing with my own world which has seemed very much like a ride in an amusement park with the ups and downs. Dealing with relationships can be that way, they are filled with promise and pain, hope and despair, love and loneliness. I've been dealing with exhaustion and my Mother's declining health, jumping from Dr. to Dr. to find her help, only to be told it is her journey and she will probably remain on this journey until she goes heavenward. Only she can decide how much work she wants to put into staying in her body a little longer. If I were her, given that choice, I'm not sure what I would do. I simply have to learn how to manage her and provide the best environment for her while she makes her decisions.

I've missed sharing with you, but I'm sure if you were anything like me, your late summer into fall, and the Holidays have been very busy. Did it seem to you like everything went by way too fast? Maybe it was because I was so busy, but it all hit me like a freight train, Thanksgiving (smack!)...Christmas (smack!)....New Years (smack!)...AND.........it's over!!! And there's no caboose! Have you all noticed that there are no red cabooses anymore? I think I am sometimes just very nonobservant, but I didn't know that trains didn't have cabooses anymore until a few years ago when my Grandson was into trains. I was waiting for the caboose and telling him to look for it. And it never came! This disturbed me. Oh well, another fond childhood image stolen from my clutches!! But, I barely had time to stop and realize it was the Holidays. It took me leaving my house, and even my state to find the true solitude expected of the season. The weekend after Christmas we went to Nashville to visit our son, Britt. We entered his small townhouse and enjoyed a small family dinner and then had our Christmas. My Grandson, Asher, now six years old, played our Santa, hat and all! As I sat with family all around me, something settled over me. I thought at first it was gratitude or maybe a soft whisper of new hope for a new year. I didn't know, but as I took myself out of the situation and became the observer, I suddenly found serenity in the season. Here I was sitting in my son's home, the same son who could be dead from flipping a jeep a few years ago on a dark lonely road, no longer depressed or sad, but using his gift to help save people's lives. And I looked at my beautiful daughter enjoying her children, the same daughter who faced abuse as a child and denial as an adult so much that she was almost lost to us emotionally. But here she was with her family thriving and enjoying a normal Christmas. Ava my Granddaughter, so sparkly and alive and happy. I remembered the day she was born thinking she would never breath, but she did and now here she was reminding me of a simpler time when I was young and had life ahead of me. And Asher! He was clearly reading all the name tags. He has been reading now for some time. And this is the same child whose parents were told he would probably be behind in school because of a speech impediment. Not this boy!!! We are all such a paradox I thought.

I leaned back into myself again, took a deep breath and took the hand of my husband with whom I'd just celebrated thirty-three years of marriage, and I enjoyed the moment. Nothing could have kept me from just breathing in the peace, joy, hope and love in that room, nothing. These moments are the moments we live for. All the rest is just build up.

For me, I found the miracle of the season where I least expected. And this is how I would explain it, no matter how bad things get or how low I go, there is always hope. And I can get pretty low, you know, crawling on the floor...boo hooing low! I guess what hurts the most to me, and I'm bearing my soul, is rejection. Whether the rejection is from a friend from the past who won't reconnect because you remind them of unpleasant times, even though you, yourself didn't do a thing! Or by someone who promises they'll always, always be there for you and never abandon you, but before long they are just like the rest, scampering away from you. And the hardest part of rejection is when you realize not only did someone not really want to be your friend, but they were really just using you for other reasons than your friendship. That's a gut clencher. But here's the thing, everyday gives us new mercy and new grace. We simply have to wake up to take it and make it ours. And we don't get it by our own merit or because we earned it or deserve it. Our loving Lord and Savior and the God who created us simply doles it out to us because of His great love. He never gets tired of us, never forgets or abandons us, He never associates us with bad, even when we do the sinning! He took care of that on Calvary and He accepts me with no ability to reject me as His child.

The beginning of a year is always the time to start picking up and using our free mercy everyday if we haven't been. Of course, work on what you have with God, be faithful, but once you've done all to strengthen your relationship with your Father, then know that He picks up the slack. I'm ready for what's ahead, with new mercy on board of course.

I hope you too can celebrate the seasons of life whether bad or good. They all serve a purpose. I have to believe they do. And you must believe it too. Love orchestrated this universe and you are the apple of His eye, so just remember you are on His mind every season, everyday, and you will survive!

Love to all,

Roma

NEWS FLASH FROM MY LIFE

Hello to all my faithful friends! At the sight of this greeting please don't fall off your chair or your couch, or choke on your coffee or trip on your own feet, if you're walking and reading, which you shouldn't be doing! I know that it is impressive that I am writing two posts in one month!! I have to write when I find the inspiration and I have been given some amazing inspiration!

I have something to share with you. News Flash: You are not in control of your life. God knows what you need when you need it. Keep on praying for God's will to be done in your life, because God's will is that the desires of your heart be met, and only He truly knows what those are. And it's all in His time, when you're in a time of drought, or feeling "invisible" it's hard to believe that anything will ever change, ever!!! But in one moment things can turn around, and not by anything you do, but by something God may bring to you. That's what has begun to take place in my life. In just a few weeks, God has begun to open so many new and fresh doors. I have ideas flowing, God helped kick start my book, and some other things so amazing, that they had to be God!

It's been three years of drought for me. And especially since my Dad died. Our relationship was complicated but I loved him with all my heart. All families find forgiveness a necessary part of their daily walk with one another. Our walk of forgiveness was just viewed by many more people than we would have chosen. There was some confusion in our relationship that could never be eradicated. There was a time when every traveling prophet that visited my Dad's church would prophecy that I was to be my Dad's "successor". This went on for years and I never really knew what it meant. It was usually done in private with just me and my Dad or me him and another elder, or just him. But my Dad never wanted to admit it, or say anything to anyone in public. I'm glad. He, however, began almost public campaigns for others to stand beside him and become his" Elisha" and catch his "mantel". At the time the Church, in the K- center was a thriving, huge ministry, and I was in my twenties. This scared me to death. Of course things moved on in many different directions and here we are today. The good thing is I have never really tried to be in control of this. In fact, at the urging of the Holy Spirit I left the Church in the early 90's and it had nothing to do with this. Some misunderstood our leaving as a "power play" as if I hadn't gotten my way so we were taking our toys and going home. Only thing was we didn't have any toys to take. We made the decision to leave based on our own quality of life. If I knew I had done something to thwart what was "of God" It would grieve me, but then I would someday be brought back onto the right path because "the steps of a righteous man are ordered of the Lord". By my definition of "righteousness", I think I meet the standard. I think it means staying in the right relationship with God and treating our fellow man as we ought. Anyway, being a successor doesn't always mean what we think it means. For example, your Mom or Dad have certain traits, good and bad, certain gifts and certain defects of character, everyone does. You got some of those from your parents. If you are to be their successor say, in the business, it doesn't necessarily mean that you will run the office, it might just mean that you will have the same passion for the work they are doing. I guess that's my take on this thing. Well, that's my story and I'm sticking to it, for those of you who wonder how I have felt about this. I am at peace.

I don't really think I've talked too much about my Dad and how I feel, but I promised God and you that I"ll share things from my life that might help bring spiritual perspective to anyone suffering from something similar. Whoa!!! I can't cover this subject in one entry, and I've already made you injure yourself by writing it, so I'll just start and stop where I'm comfortable.

I was cleaning out my office this week and I came across my stack of bibles. I only keep about half of them on my book shelves. I store the others. The stack comes up to my knees, so I thought, "well I'll go through and see if I can store any of these". Most had been given to me. I had one given to me by one of my spiritual Papas, Oral Roberts, he taught me so much about agreement in heavenly places. He called me a few times when I was really sick and his prayer was just as fervent and real over the phone! He was for real. We made a connection at my Dad's church when I had a migraine and I was healed, he then said that God was calling me into a "healing ministry", now that's more down my line, anyway, so he would occasionally call to check on me. What a man! So I kept his bible out. Then I found a bible from my childhood, you know the one with the colored pictures in each chapter. I found my teenage bible (and some notes that I was apparantley passing during church, shame, shame!). Then there was "Una Parola, Una Vita" my Italian bible from Sylvano Lily, a Pastor in Rome who I sincerely hope to visit someday and preach for. I even tried learning Italian for a year for the the occasion! I was pretty good at it, but I have forgotten all but a few words, why does that happen, why? Excuse me while I wipe away my tears over my lost Italian.....Okay, I'm back, but, then I found the bible from my Daddy. It was in a box, and as I opened it the aroma of bible leather filled my senses, I love that smell it brings up images of my Daddy studying on Saturday nights when I was a little girl, of my own studying of God's Word, of putting my face in the bible as I prayed for people and the many funerals and weddings I've officiated. Then, when I opened the pages I could see that it had belonged to him.

He had used it from about 1975 to 1984. I immediately recognized this as the bible he had used when he preached about "The Message of The Kingdom of God". This maybe just a "catch-phrase" to some of you now. To others you understand the impact that this message has had on the Christian faith. I know that when he began preaching this message it was true and pure, unadulterated. And as long as he preached it, staying true to the tenants of the Word of God and the nature of Christ, he did so much good and still is known as a "Father" of the message of "The Kingdom of God". When history writes it's view, fleshly actions don't cancel out what God does through an earthen vessel. If they do then all the psalms and everything David did is null and void. And we can say the same for Saul of Tarsus, or Paul. My Dad was repentant on his death bed. I was there to witness it.

Okay, so I open the front page, and it says, "Christmas 1989, Dear Beth: This is the Bible I was using when God gave me the revelation concerning "The Gospel of The Kingdom". I felt to pass it on to you in hopes it might serve as an inspiration in years to come. I love you! Daddy" I don't know exactly what was in his mind and now I can't ask him. He did share a few visions and dreams he had about me ministering, but none seem even feasible to me now (I know, I know what you're saying to me, where's my faith? With God all things are possible. Thank you very much). And in my heart I know that sometimes the church system is a "broken cystern" drinking the same water every time they gather and letting it flow on through them instead of getting filled, taking hold, and and pouring it out on a thirsty world. We are secure in our present systems and little traditional groups. But someday people will begin to reach outside of the familiar, and reach out for the Son of love because they need more, actually, they need less. When they let the chains of any form of legalism, any form of judgmentalism, any form of control begin to fall, as each link lets loose, they will begin to be transformed into this wonderful dimension. His Kingdom is not of this world, it is inside you, in a place which will live on forever. We must begin to learn to access it and live in a higher dimension of life. By the way, it's refreshing to see when churches begin to catch a glimpse of this and move into this new dimension. It is beginning to happen in some churches. When I speak of churches who are stuck in tradition or in "the system", please remember that I know a lot of good Pastors and people who feel the same way as what is written in this post.

Wheew! That's my sermon for the day! My point is, I am on a path that only God has chosen. "You chart my path ahead of me and tell me where to stop and rest. Every moment You know where I am. Every day of my life was recorded in your book. Every moment was laid out before a single day had passed." Psalm 139 (NLT). This scripture blows me out of the water people!!! I'm not even really sure what is coming my way from day to day with what has been working in my heart lately. But obviously God does. He knows where you are. We think we're so smart with our satellite locaters. I use to go on line and look at my son's house in Nashville just to feel close to him. Maybe not in real time, but you Mother's know how it is, sometimes you just need to feel close to your baby, even if he is 31 years old. Please don't tell Britt that I did this, I really don't do it anymore, now that I feel he is happy and safe. Ah, who cares that I did it anyway?!!! But God has never needed technology and has always been able to see right down into the very core of your being! He knows me better than I know myself and has proven this to me this week. I'm not trying to behave as if I know better than anyone, God forbid! I know nothing except what God inspires into my heart and mind. And those of you who know me also know that! Ha!

From Roma

With Love

Have I Been Erased?

I know!! It's been over a month. When I looked at my last posting I could not believe my slothfulness. However, I will give myself a break since I have been dealing with some very crazy physical issues that you don't need to hear about. Maybe later. I'll just say that I found out this week that my blood work does not show anything like cancer or any major illnesses. However they, the very efficient Doctors, are still in the process of examining the source, of my unspecified fever I have had for SIX MONTHS!!!! Sorry, didn't mean to let my frustration show. Anyway now I don't need to tell you later because I just told you. Another excuse for delaying my post is that I went on vacation with my family, it was awesome, I think it was the best vacation we have had.

I want to start by just asking you if you've ever felt just invisible, or like a big cosmic eraser has come down and just erased the place where you thought you were making a difference in this world? I'm sure I can't be the only one. I think seasons of change in our lives must bring this feeling. I have been through this a few times. Once when I left a thriving ministry out of moral convictions...it is the hardest things I had ever done. I went from a religious television personality, pastor of 300 families, to nothing but a woman struggling for her sanity overnight. What was that about? But God raised up another ministry through the pain, and soon we were a part of birthing a beautiful Christ centered, Spirit led church that led hundreds to Him and was responsible for so many great and powerful things. I'd like to think we opened a wider door to God's presence and helped to change the face of youth ministry in our community. We did change how churches and schools interacted in our community. I also made a personal difference in how women are received in our county in Pastoral roles. It took a lot of tenacity to break down that wall!!! But The greater things we did were to change lives, help people get back to God, restore homes, bring people back to hope and sanity, comfort, love and introduce people through worship to a healing God. I faithfully preached the Word three, sometimes four times a week, sometimes through broken limbs, migraines, viruses, pneumonia, strep throat, kidney stones, you name it, for 13 plus years. Then on August 19, 2007 it happened again, it stopped. Just stopped. At first I felt liberated, then I felt lost on Saturday nights and Sundays and I missed the church family. Then when I visited other churches all I could do was cry. So I quit going to church. I would get sermons with no one to hear, I would get Words with no one to tell, so I would write them anyway. I felt rejected, and I felt invalidated. This went on for a looooooong time, but in time this feeling just dissipated and I started feeling as if the place I stood was important enough.

I promise I am not just toying with you, I really came to a place of serenity, knowing that all I can do is wake up and take one step into the day, one breath sometimes and see what God brings my way. I have been surprised at how much God has put in my path. And it is so liberating knowing that God has been doing this same thing with so many people I know!!

The "Bloody Blanket" led us to an encounter with people we would have never been as closely involved in as we were. We attended a "family week" to help understand some of the issues that our son had been battling. I know now God put us there. We were in a room with about 10 other families. We were just one of them. We all had the same issues and we were all on common ground. As we listened to their stories we wept, seriously wept. And they did the same with us. The week changed our lives. We realized that these people didn't feel accepted by any religious institution or organization, no, they only came to a place where love was unconditional with no strings, no expectations in return. And most of us there had to learn to ask our fellow man for help. That's harder than you think. But if God's Kingdom is within us, and if it consists of love, peace, and joy, why shouldn't we be a walking church, or city. This fellowship reflected more of Jesus than anything I had been a part of for a while. Wes and I knew right then that God was turning our hearts in a new direction, a direction harder to see, but with more rewards. Just like Jesus, a mobile unit of loving those who no one else really can see. Those who feel erased, those who feel that the circumstances of life have invalidated them from moving forward. And we continue daily pursuing new ways of doing this!!!!

I am considered "unchurched" right now. But I am a member of Christ's larger community. I believe in the church. I believe that if we don't support it somewhere it will die. And I am looking for the breakthrough of believers who will defy religion and become the Message. If you are one of these people give the church a vote by keeping it alive in someway. What if there were no churches alive when we passed them on Sundays? It could happen, it really could in the day we live in.

So next time you feel erased, or eradicated, or invalidated, or whatever word you may use, just remember that God never destroys anything He creates, though you may feel it's not there it doesn't mean squat, it just means He is transforming it into something you can't see yet!! Ha Ha Ha!!!!

From Roma with Love

The Bloody Blanket

I know, don't say it, it has been a loooong time. And I do apologize to anyone who was keeping up with my blog. I left off at sort of a dramatic place in my life. And as fate would have it, a lot of life has happened since we last talked, or since I last talked to you. Sorry, this blog is not interactive, wish it could be, but then it would be facebook!!! I feel sort of energetic today so bear with me.

After that phone call came to us on that night our world began to change. I thought my world was over, and I even began to blame "the devil" for trying to stop God's plan for my son's life and for my life. Of course there were many other people to consider who were connected to us. Britt came home beat up and very sore. We put him in the bed and I crawled up next to him as his Dad tried to sort out some of his bloody things in another room. His head was bandaged and I didn't know if he was understanding much of what I was saying. "Hey, buddy, you need anything?" His eye twitched and he asked "No, where's my stuff?" I replied, "what was not with the car is in the next room". "Do you know what happened?" I asked. "No, not really, but I know I really screwed up, Mom." "Were you trying to kill yourself?", "I don't know". He lay there like a helpless child moaning and I just put my hand on him as I had done countless times and prayed.

In a few days we went to the lot to get his belongings from his jeep. I cried. His Dad and I had to dig his bible and his sermon notes, his seminar material, paperwork from his building business (which he did on the side to help support himself), and basically his whole life from the debris. Mixed with the grass and dirt was his blood, the cracked windshield held pieces of hair and blood, and the sheet they had on the gurney had dropped so I picked up the blood soaked sheet to keep, as only a Mother would do. As I held it I had never felt so out of control. My child had come so close to dying, and I couldn't have stopped it. I would realize later that I didn't need to have any part of it.

From there you can imagine all he went through, we were there supporting, and we found out what he had been hiding all along. He was struggling in his marriage and the pressures to be a perfect young Pastor, giving support to his Mother who had been sick and was running from court depositions and the media (we will discuss later) and a sister with abuse issues, not to mention other close family members with major personal problems,and a building business on the decline. And a wavering church wondering what was going on with him, it was far too much. When he tried to be "transparent" it only back fired and no one could possibly understand the bizarre circumstances we found ourselves in.

"And now the rest of the story", as Paul Harvey use to say, or I think that's what he said. Some of you are too young to remember him, but those of you who do, here it is, it wasn't the "devil" crushing us, even though it has taken years for us to understand this. He has no power in our lives. It has been a slow and deliberate process of God's power to free our family from religious bondage and from the uncertainty of allowing people to play God in our lives. It is awesome when God can take His rightful place and you no longer have control. Our family now lives"one day at a time". And I"ll continue this story later.

But, in closing, to show you what I mean, I had the closest brush with heaven the other night. It was just as the sun was going down and my daughter and her husband, my two Grandchildren and my husband and I took a swim. My Mother sat on the side to watch. The sky was changing colors, and the lights in our pool were changing colors as well. The fountain we have was making droplets fall on the water around us, all was quiet, a small breeze gently stirred the trees and lightening bugs were flickering here and there. It had been a hot day so the pool was tepid and felt like a bath. We were all just relaxing, the kids would swim from one of us to another laughing and squealing. Everyone was smiling. We felt unconditional love, we felt peace and even joy. As I floated along, I looked up to see the first star peek out from the colorful clouds and my Granddaughter came over to sing our song "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star". Then I closed my eyes and I could feel those I loved who had gone before me. My sister, my Dad, my Mom-in-law, smiling at us, and suddenly I was wrapped up in the love of the Father of life, just for a moment all was well with the world. I breathed it in. That was heaven.

And the moral of this story is, sometimes when you look at the "bloody blanket" and you feel so out of control, go with it, it may save your life!

Life can change with a phone call

Hi it's been a while. I hope you and yours have stayed well! Sometimes life is very difficult to maneuver and as you know, things can change with one simple phone call. I never experienced this like I did in January of 2007, and even though it's been three years, I shutter even now as I think of it.

Free Life Church, our church at the time, was beginning to really take off and become a place for change and ministry for people truly in need. We had opened our doors even wider to the possibility of reaching the world by changing our method of ministry. The vision of the church had not changed from the original vision, which was to provide "a door" to Jesus Christ and the presence of God. We had already done that as " The Shepherd's Door" but it was time for a change. An unforeseen illness had taken me out of the pulpit or for that matter, the leadership of the church. My son Britt had so willingly stepped in. It was not only the best decision, but, he seemed to have the perfect qualifications. The people knew him well, he had led a team of young people in bringing hundreds to God through our "Throne" ministry, even being recognized nationally for it, and he had been worship leader along with a great team of people so that we could experienced worship like nowhere else. He had also had many prophetic words over his life, even having the renown Benny Hinn said he passed his "anointing" to Britt and never had he done this before.

For those of you who don't know what a prophetic word is it is like a Word of God's promise over an individual life. And in the Christian Churches that believe in the gifts of God being used through man, hold a lot of weight. But now Britt had to be at the helm of a church. A 28 year old, Emory graduate who loved people and ministry. From a logical human view, everything should have been great. But something was "off" and we knew it. Our family was going through some very public matters with my Dad and it was wearing on all of us. And there much more to it that would be impossible to fit into this one blog. Then, one fateful Saturday morning Wes got a call from Britt who had been in the hospital all night alone. He had flipped his jeep over at an intersection, knocked down a light pole and was taken immediately to get a ct scan of his head. Not knowing all the facts yet, Wes pulled on some clothes and out the door he sprung, giving me no choice but to stay home. Boy, did I ever talk to God that morning. We had lost total control and it was a good thing we had! Britt had some injuries and had a few surgeries, but in the end he was a new and better person. I'll share the intricacies with you later, but we did have to dissolve the church during this time having lost most of our members.

We were a family in crisis and out of control! That's when the best things began to happen! And I will share them with you in my next entry. Just know that as God's child, and that's you, when you are forced to give up, then He will take you up. He is so good to lead us even when others' decisions and choices take us through the valley. And even when others abandon and hurt us, God's plan for your life is moving in a sphere and dimension that others can't touch and the plan is right on track. So hang on there and don't feel so helpless no matter what the situation. Someone Who can take control is looking over your shoulder and waiting to step in.

Until next time,
From Roma with Love

How To Find a Safe City

Hello and I hope you had a wonderful weekend! I haven't written for a while, I spent a few days in the same Gulf Coast region that is now very much in danger. As I sat on the beach Dolphin pods swam by playing and eating. Sea gulls flew overhead with their grace and prowess, little crabs hid in the sand peeking one eye out at the intruder in their territory! There was so much beautiful wildlife that it grieves my heart, as I'm sure it does yours, to think that these very creatures may not have much longer to thrive or to survive in their own environment!

Then I saw the horrendous damage being done in Tennessee and surrounding areas by the record breaking floods. I heard a young lady say "this is our first home and it is totally destroyed, and we have a baby coming in a few days". I hurt so much for those raising a family in these uncertain times. So much tragedy and chaos!!! To top things off, another terrorist or "non terrorist" attack, so says the Government spokesman, was thwarted in New York City. Anytime human life is in danger, to me, terror ensues. That is unless you know what I know today and I'm presuming you do, just let me talk about it for a few minutes.

"God is our refuge and strength,

always ready to help in times of trouble.

So we will not fear when earthquakes come

and mountains crumble into the sea.

Let the oceans roar and foam.

let the mountains tremble as the

waters surge!

A river brings joy to the city of our God

the sacred home of the Most High.

God dwells in that city; it cannot be destroyed.

From the very break of day, God will

protect it."

Psalm 46:1-5

I know in our hearts that we do think about why all this is besetting us. And we'll come upon the question, " Where is God in all of this?". He is more grieved over wildlife and human destruction than we ever could be. I can't tell you why these devastating things are happening. But I know where God is. He is in You. The truth is, that the only way we will live everyday with strength and hope is to believe what this Psalm depicts. There is a safe place. It is a city that God is so protective of that no matter what is happening in this present world, which He also created, He will not allow harm to come to that city. What you and I have to know is that the city being referred to here is not a city made with hands, this city is God's sovereign rule in your life. This place is the place within each of us where love is generated, because God is love, and where caring and giving to others is not a problem, it's just natural. If we can live our lives in that dimension of hope, we have no need to fear. Some call it the "Kingdom of God", indeed that's what Jesus Himself called it. When He prayed "Thy Kingdom come, thy will be done on earth as it is in Heaven", He was bringing heaven down to Earth. He was making it possible for us to pray and receive the same in our own lives.

Dr. Rocco Errico, who is an internationally known authority on the Aramaic (Jesus' language) and Hebrew interpretation of the Bible and ancient Semitic culture, puts it this way, "When we say these words in sincerity, we admit that we desire God's wish to be on earth just as faithfully as it is in the heavens. By awakening this attitude within ourselves, we open our consciousness to the possibility of universal peace on earth. We prepare ourselves to receive and acknowledge the good that our loving Father constantly gives to us" Understanding this concept of God's will being carried out here as in Heaven opens something up in YOU!

Have you ever thought how God designed the Heavens and Earth to operate flawlessly? Again Dr. Errico, "Just as the elements of the universe move in harmony with their innate laws, so we too, need to flow with our innate spiritual powers. In this way we will live together in peace and harmony" Now this is God's desire, this is the city that He will protect no matter what, and it boils down to us.

If you're wondering, I have had a very enlightening weekend! And I hope I have shared this part of it adequately. I'll continue in my next blog entry. But one more thing! Just as the planets have their own orbit, so do we. If God cared to keep the planets aligned, don't you think He has a path aligned for us? As you pray "Thy Kingdom come...etc," you confess that you want to stay in your own orbit. When we understand what we are praying, "We allow the genuine inner Self to emerge and not collide with others." I like the concept that you are not a human being having a spiritual experience, but you are spiritual being having a human experience!

I have much more to say, but remember to stay in tune with that city of love where God rules. It is inside of you and just knowing that, activates it. Operate out of that place and you will not fear and God will guide you and protect you!!! Activate it today by encouraging someone else or lending a helping hand. The awesome love of the universe resident in this city wants to be expressed through you! I know this is true because I know most of you! I love all of you, and may you enjoy all of God's benefits as we pray for those who need this city.

With love

Roma Beth