How would life be without you? I struggle to imagine What would i do Without you guiding my footsteps Life is filled with ups and downs, but you have gotten me through them Roads with broken lanes, but you have helped me climb all the hurdles My past was pitiful I didn't have a direction nor did i have a plan but you came along and led me through the darkness Doubts resurface at times because i haven't seen you, but i know you're here with me Your wonders and glory are beyond what man can comprehend and see So marvelous, so true I cried unto you, and you answered my cry You turned my frown upside down and gave me a million reasons to be thankful I open my eyes I'm in awe of your love and compassion towards us I can't thank you enough, but i'll keep on thanking you I may not be able to express my thoughts very loud and clear, but i express it in the way i know to show my appreciation Father , i love you Always and forever. This is actually a poem i wrote for quite some time, but i was waiting for the right moment to post it. It talks about our Faith in Our Lord Jesus christ and generally of the journey of Christian faith. At times we as christians doubt, and that's human, but Jesus hasn't given us any reason to doubt us, as He shows it from His actions. He loves us with all our imperfections and flaws. I have gone through my fair share of never feeling good enough and like i was too damaged to even acknowledge God, but God doesn't see us as broken. He sees us as His children. As a christian, doubts comes but the only way we can overcome them is to pray. Jesus died for us, and there's no doubt about that. No matter how imperfect we think we are, He assures us that we are perfect and we are His children and that he'll always be there, in both good and bad times. This reflects genuine love and i'm happy that i can call Him my father. Follow christ and you'll genuinely experience the true meaning of happiness and the future Jesus has planned just for you, his child and remember, Jesus loves you.

A song that can not be heard with the carnal ears. Singing melodies from heaven that the natural hearing can't hear. Songs of Angels dancing around the golden floor of heaven. Only the true in Christ can hear. wonderful music that flows from heaven to soothe the spirit-soul of a man. The melody whispers. in the ears of God's loved one. Songs to assure us. that everything is going to be just fine. Whispering instruments of heaven, drums beating with the rhythm of God's warm Grace. His Mercy waving over mankind another day to live. Quiet! Can you hear the whispering songs?

The Sheep and Shepherd Jesus mentions that sheep only listen to the voice of their own particular shepherd. They won't listen to a stranger. Men like the scribes and Pharisees don't accept Jesus: they are not part of "His" flock but of the Devil (John 8:42–47). Jesus said unto them, If God were your Father, ye would love me: for I proceeded forth and came from God; neither came I of myself, but he sent me. Why do ye not understand my speech? even because ye cannot hear my word. Ye are of your father the devil, and the lusts of your father ye will do. He was a murderer from the beginning, and abode not in the truth, because there is no truth in him. When he speaketh a lie, he speaketh of his own: for he is a liar, and the father of it. And because I tell you the truth, ye believe me not. Which of you convinceth me of sin? And if I say the truth, why do ye not believe me? He that is of God heareth God's words: ye therefore hear them not, because ye are not of God.

Subjective and Objective Claims For many years, the only answer I have is that God, Eloi, or Elijah, does not exist as a constructive and logical and conceptual figure from the Holy Spirit for which Jesus was entitled to. He is not there. All was just an illusion in that "9th Hour" of pure hell. Otherwise, it would not be exactly the same thing you as a father, a brother, a mother, a friend, would do to one of your siblings. If there was a relative who needs you, just kind of blood, will be different what God's attitude has depended so deep in human's psychic? Whether the claims about what's wrong or right, or whether he's a cruel or a saint, doesn't make sense from a believer's viewpoint. Every one of us will act to rescue our loved one, even though we will die try. In the course of the differentiations of God's silence, the event is not anew. It's old but it is still having that disturbing primary essential question of comparable or parallel common sense to what I feel in this disturbed environment we live. This particular sentence, however, makes me to wonder since I began reading the Bible by my own pace — "Eloi, why have you forsaken me?" Everyone is trying to convince me that expression from Jesus he did not mean to say. It was just a vague sentence that have a truth-value sense of his earthly persona only, and not by the conquering power in it to alert his daddy these humans were about to kill, and any “practical outcome” should be in the way they were treating him. To let him die? With many things that Christianity world's fighting for? Knowing that below were still struggling for power? That the whole city of Jerusalem was in chaos? People were dying by strange faith? All the blackjacks for the kings and rulers under that justified clouds of injustice and gods seem to laugh during those such process of fructification? That's silly, isn't it? That's the truth. There was the condition. There is no objective claim that Jesus' death will bring a whole process of peace to the world. This silence however of God is a fallacy of his own rule. Eloi-Elijah's motivation is the most savage definition of abandonment, and only for Jesus who seems to depend completely to the conceptual and protection of God, knew the ultimate meaning with dealing with human's senseless productivity and his father God when he chose to make this world a little better, even though for others it appeared to be plausible by the diminished theory upon which we seem to be trapped inside that intersubjective claim of God's silence. I all know that Jesus was in pain. He was dying. That your brother and your sister were in pain, as well. And that your father and unclear as he was, he was in pain, too. And that your loved ones were in pain who are imbedded in their own destruction, and you do not have any sense of morality to safe them -- just as God has his responsibility toward Jesus. This connection cannot be devoid in its own sense of humanity. Jesus was in pain and that cry, "My God, my God, why have you forsaken me" is a logical meaning that he was in a painful position of dying. I understand that his words said all what he was suffering, and that his words cannot mean to those humans who were watching either laughing or crying but any meant to God's attention. I cannot take them as nonreal because there was no definition to serve only the transition to bring God's attention and his pain to the earth because there would be no spiritual value. But that doesn't mean anything to God, who is masquerading a claim as the maker, the superior, which he appears to shadow Jesus with no mercy, through his silence?

Excitability God and Jesus, the meaning of filial love or the hatred souls between father and son. It is not always easy to see the entirely connection between the two unreasonable individuals. It's easy to get confused. Of what the massive argument has that both of them have just a suggestion by the intersubjectivity of their own philosophy. By saying that the heredity has been disabled them from the Scripture and the compassionate relationship has been written by furious thinkers. Some believers perceive that among these individuals there is a claim being unknown by their own definition of God and Jesus. As we can consider them as father and son cannot be made up and misused of their own claim with much justification we should. There is no difference if I am aware, you that the connective element on the linguistic sense links to that definition whose function can be related to the conceptual transition from son to father or father to son, or what foreseers have said and sped up like a production of chickens, bring a sense of distorting representation. In the death of Jesus, during nine hours in that position of torture, we heard him cried out in an aloud voice, "My God, my God, why have you forsaken me!" With these sentences it makes me say, “How crude God has been! At the same time, I objected that cruelty is the transition of our duality and the question that assume so painful toward a son's love, as well as the punishment if a son has disobeyed some kind of rules could not be broken. Since I was very small, however, it had strained me. I cannot help feeling that this was God's implication for humans' justification. An ordinary, illogical process to tell us that there is a clear message to us. Which one if there was one? It goes almost without saying that if there was one, just one — ascending from Jesus' pain, then regarding the human implications of Jesus calling for help is indeed inhumane. Yet, I am still unable to see the reason of God's unanswered motive. It's crushing me as if I am an old car over unpaved roads. A stream filled with pins and wastes. An unreal world that is based only by the great commission of uncertainty. I defend my decision as a biblical student as well as a sociologist, reacting as I believe it does not have any reason why God had forsaken Jesus. It could be for his own glory? For his personal gain? Was there a hidden attitude toward Jesus' sole reality? If it did not, why really was the reason?

There is a lot going on in our world today and we should be seeking Christ the Lamb. We need the Lord right now (singing) I read in St. John 1:29 The next day John seeth Jesus coming unto him, and saith, Behold the Lamb of God, which taketh away the sin of the world. I keep flipping pages and I keep on reading (singing) Isaiah 59:20 And the Redeemer shall come to Zion, and unto them that turn from transgression in Jacob, saith the Lord. Hebrews 11:6 But without faith it is impossible to please him: for he that cometh to God must believe that he is, and that he is a rewarder of them that diligently seek him. And I read in the book of Joel 2:32 And it shall come to pass, that whosoever shall call on the name of the Lord shall be delivered: for in mount Zion and in Jerusalem shall be deliverance, as the Lord hath said, and in the remnant whom the Lord shall call. And I went back to Isaiah 54:5 For thy Maker is thine husband; the Lord of hosts is his name; and thy Redeemer the Holy One of Israel; The God of the whole earth shall he be called. Matthew 28:18 And Jesus came and spake unto them, saying, All power is given unto me in heaven and in earth. Acts 16:31 And they said, Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ, and thou shalt be saved, and thy house. Revelation 22:3 And there shall be no more curse: but the throne of God and of the Lamb shall be in it; and his servants shall serve him: Today we should be seeking Christ the Lamb. HE is our REDEEMER. Listen https://www.spreaker.com/user/gnaudio/seeking-christ-the-lamb-8-23-20-12-58-pm

The internal battle within myself is so loud. Frustration is the loudest voice of them all. He stands toe to toe with his Arch nemesis Faith. Faith stands back, with his large arms folded, watching Frustration, give this argument all he has. His face is red with fury. The veins in his forehead are protruding with every word he yells at Faith. The closer Frustration gets to Faith, the taller Faith stands. His feet have not moved from his place on the concrete floor. Failure a small, frail being in the corner sits there watching the whole interaction waiting on his turn to enter and appease the whole situation. He chews away at his nails, and spits the skin from his mouth, anxiously waiting his time to step in and say “Alright already. I'll take it from here.” “Are you listening to anything I'm saying!! Why are you just standing there??” he yells now standing nose to nose with Faith. His chest is heaving up and down, with his t-shirt heavy against his body soaked with the sweat of aggravation. Faith stands there in his clean red polo and neatly pressed, and creased, blue dress pants. His mouth forms into a crooked smile. “I was just waiting for you to finish.” He replies calmly. Failure changes his position in the wooden chair in the corner. “Wait what?” he says to himself as he darts his head from side to side. “I've been waiting for this moment! Hit him, Frustration!” He begins his own battle. Faith takes his hand and nudges him as if to say step aside. He moves a few steps and then pivots back to face Failure. “Can I ask you a question?” Frustration folds his arms, pivots to face Faith and relaxes his posture. “I believe the correct way of saying that is ‘May I ask you'. Of course you ‘Can' ask a question.” Faith snaps his fingers and points in his direction. “I'm glad you caught that. I see I've taught you well and I also see that I have your attention.” He walks over and grabs a chair and slides it towards Frustration. Frustration looks at the chair then back at Faith then apprehensively takes his seat. Faith pulls up a seat of his own and sits crossing his legs and folding his hands in his lap. “Now that we are both ready to talk in a civilized tone, we can talk civilized business. What is your frustration, frustration?” Frustration scoffs and rolls his eyes. “I am tired. So very sick, and so very tired, of being the only one doing all the work around here. Every time I turn around, I'm getting up early, being awakened from my sleep… to work!!” Faith rubbed his hands together and leaned forward. “So you're quitting?” “I'm not quitting! I'm just saying! You get to sit and watch me go from corner to corner in here, busting my back, while you sit in the corner twiddling your thumbs, smiling at me with that bright grin.I can't stand it!” He folded his arms, leaned back in his chair and pouted. Faith laughed. “You don't seen to have a problem with your little cohort Failure over there making a meal out of his nails watching you.” They both looked over at Failure who was rubbing his thing hands over his vanishing thighs. “I'd really like for him to get up and do something. I need a vacation.” Faith sighed. “Well, if you would like me too. I can stand up and work, but on one condition.” He said putting up his finger. “I knew this was coming.” He said glancing up at the ceiling. “You..” Faith pointed at him, and then moved his finger towards failure, “And him have to go, and never comeback.” Failure sat up with his eyes darting from left to right. “Wait a minute! I didn't say that I wanted to leave. I want you to leave, so I can do what little I need to do.” He turned to Failure, “And he can do his job. You're just here for nothing.” Faith's lip twisted up into a smile. “Oh that's what you think?” “That's what I think.” Frustration retorted. “Well, I have a little news for you.” He stood up and began to walk around Frustration. “I've been taking it really easy on you.” Frustration tilted his head back. “You have have you?” he asked smiling a cocky smile. “Oh yes. You see, all of us. Even I, answer to a Higher Authority when it comes to our job titles. I don't wear this Red Polo for nothing.” He stopped and stood confidently. “Oh yeah so that's supposed to mean something?” Frustration asked. “Who's this higher authority?” Faith smiled. “Oh don't act like you don't know. His name is Jesus.” Failure's knees began to buckle, and Frustration shifted his weight uncomfortably. He pulled out his collar and began to sweat. “You're right.I uh, I did.” “So I'll tell you again. I'll step up but in Jesus name, you have to go.” Frustration stood and so did Failure and they slink away out of the room, heads hung low, and defeated as it was always meant to be. Faith stood in the center of the room. “Alright Jesus. I have done what you asked.”

Southern Virginia, circa summer 2016. Beautiful warm days mixed in with just the right amount of extremely hot days to make the summer perfect. Long days merge to short nights, each day better than the last. In the town of Danville, Virginia, at Averett University, a Christian summer camp takes place. Campers spend their days studying the Bible, their afternoons working on mission sites, and their nights partying in worship. A small youth group from the next county over, Halifax, spends the week as they usually do: having the time of their lives. They spend their time bonding over the time they get to spend together and with God. In July 2016, my youth group spent a week in Danville doing mission work for Passport Missions, a camp dedicated to bringing teens closer to Christ. Christian teenagers spending a week dedicated to the worship of God. I, however, was an anomaly. At the time, I was a devoted atheist. The God I had known my entire life had abandoned me, left me to the wolf, Satan. He had let me fall away from Him. The question permanently on my mind was “How could God, the creator of the universe, the lover of all, the Father and Hope of my so-called Christian life, have abandoned me?” I blamed Him for my depression, for my anxiety, for everything that was wrong with me. Hatred coursed through my veins as if it were my blood, anger taking the prime seat in my temporal lobe. Three years later, I have grown to understand why God had put me in that camp, no matter how much I didn't want to be there. He knew I needed a push, something to bring me to the edge and push me so close to Him I could never not put everything in Him again. This push would show me that He had me, and wouldn't be letting go anytime soon. The last night of worship, I was a mess. It had been hard to be surrounded by good Christians all week, a perfect model of what I should have been. Of what I could have been. These people were so filled with love and patience, and I had none of it. I wanted it all, but something was holding me back. The only thing in the world I wanted was to be loved, and God had offered but I hadn't accepted. Silently, I started crying and praying. Mutters of helplessness came from me, tears flowing like never before. I asked God for everything. I needed something, even the smallest thing in the world, to show me His love. Three years later, and I still don't even know if this really happened. I don't know if the Spirit has convinced me that it did, or if my mind played tricks on me to push me that last step of the way. But in my heart, in my soul, deep down I know what happened. I was seated on the far left of the auditorium where they held worship, no one to my left but the wall. Through my tears and prayers, I felt a weight on my left shoulder. Where no one was standing. At that moment, God Himself had touched my human body, as if to tell me, “Look up, kid. I've got you. As I said, my brain wasn't sure what it was. But my heart and soul knew. God had spoken to me. He knew me and wanted me to know that everything was going to be alright. He spoke right to my soul and said, “Be still and know that I am God.” My youth leader had made her way over to me when she saw me crying. She held on to me and let me cry on her shoulder. She didn't know that I wasn't sad or upset, but happy. She comforted me and held me and treated me like her own child. I'll never be able to put how much my youth group means to me in words. Those people mean more than the world to me. We've been through a lot together, and I love them with everything I have. One thing has changed tremendously throughout the years for me: my love, hope, and faith in God. I've been through a lot in sixteen years of life, but that not only has made me stronger but has grown my faith to levels I didn't think was possible. I'm planning a future in ministry, hoping to one day become a preacher or a missionary. This all started because of my lack of faith but has left me with so much more. I thank Him every day that I got the chance to redeem myself, that one day I will get the chance to say these things to Him in person, that one day I will lay everything at His feet and live in the Promised Land. “Throw your burden upon the Lord, and He will sustain you. He will never allow the godly to be upended.” Psalms 55:22 NET.