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ADOPTION, TUCKER, AND ELECTION MIRACLES

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HOLY SPIRIT OF ADOPTION

 

I often receive God’s messages through a song. I’ll awaken with a little tune in my spirit and find myself humming it as I start my day. Little by little I become more aware of the tune and begin to dig out the words. “What is God trying to speak to me?” 

The day’s song was the Momma’s and the Papa’s 1968 version of “Dream a Little Dream of Me.” This song wove through my day as I watched an interview of a woman’s decision to adopt, and another who decided to foster. When I went to church I met a single woman who was deciding to foster. Below I share how God pieced a message together through interactions and His faithful Holy Spirit.  Step by step He leads us.

I watched an interview of  Amy Coney Barrett as she explained her family dynamics. She was pregnant with her fifth 5 and received a call from Haiti asking her to take a little boy that needed a home due to difficulties in his nation.

Amy put on her warm coat and took a walk in the cold winter, stopping to sit on a bench to discuss this idea with God. She had this thought – “Well God, life is hard and there is nothing better to spend my life on than raising children.” It deeply impacted me as I thought of this very accomplished woman, supreme court nominee, magna cum Laude from Notre Dame, wife and mother of seven.  Wow, now that’s a liberated woman. One we would all be happy to emulate.

The words, “life is hard, and there is nothing better to spend my life on than raising children“ just rang so true. That is a mother’s heart.  That is my heart. Maybe that’s your heart.

I also watched an interview of a young woman who decided to lay down her calling as a worship leader and became a foster mother. She was on a Zoom call talking about placing our Idols of calling on the alter to God and taking up His heart cry. For her that was fostering children.

This was all unfolding in me as I walked into church. A woman walked up to me and recognized me from an event we had both attended a year ago (Really, with a mask on too).

Long story short, she had wanted to adopt a child most of her life. She went to China as a missionary, then on to Hong Kong, no adoption. She realized she needed more stability so changed careers, became a teacher, picked up a second language to be bilingual and most recently purchased a two-bedroom condo and completed a foster care  program to start the process. And she was a single woman. All these people are NOT in ideal situations, but trusting. I was beginning to see a pattern. Now I was getting it. In this season of Esthers and Deborahs many of us are being prepared and repurposed to fulfill our hearts desire (our Dreams). 

With the probable end of abortion in America there will be more children to give homes to. And God is raising up “mothers in Israel” (Judges 5:7)

Esther was an orphan raised by her uncle and sovereignly prepared to become queen of a foreign nation, and at the right time, a spokeswoman for her people, the Jews. Perhaps this is a time you’ve been waiting for, to take the honorable place of raising children? Even again.

God is calling many of you, and your partners, to assist in the foster care and adoption of HIS children across our nation. Note: Mordecai- Esther 2:15.  Shamgar-Judges 5:6.  Barak- Judges 4:8-9

If you will dream with Him and ask He will make it happen. You will become the Mommas and Papas to dream with God for a generation. I believe communities of folks fostering and adopting kids will grow up and a new culture of life will bring rich rewards for those who hear this call. 

Even if you had ten thousand guardians in Christ, you do not have many fathers [or mothers]. 1 Corinthians 4:15

Pam Johnson

 

PUTTING DOWN TUCKER

Pam just learned dear friends were needing to put down their dog. The husband was out digging the grave as we talked. Our hearts went out immediately. This family is dear to us, and the dog is precious to them. It is a grace-filled animal with a sweet disposition, a companion willing to befriend all.

It made me remember putting down our grey schnauzer, Tucker. I called Tucker the Super Wonder Dog. He was a gentleman considerate of others, willing to obey and eager to please.

He could be relaxed and laid back or go into hyper-energetic mode. He would respond to sit, stay, come, up, down, roll over and more. He loved to play soccer with the kids. They would kick the ball to him and he would run it back to them pushing it with his nose.

When Tucker was about 8 years we got another schnauzer, this time black. Jack was a rascal of a dog always pushing the limits. In fun, I called Tucker the good dog and Jack “the other dog.” We loved them both. Tucker did his best to educate Jack but Jack always liked to bend the rules. Still, Tucker’s modeling sunk in.

Tucker had few flaws. For fun, now and then, he liked to flush the chickens. Still, he was near perfect as a composed lap dog or an excited run-about friend. We had plenty of experiences with him moving from Washington, then Tennessee and then Texas.

When Tucker was 12 he started to get sick. His energy flagged, his motivation dropped. He had a cancer. We prayed for our friend, cuddled and pet him, but his health deteriorated. He did not complain but was patient as always. It was obvious he was in his last days, at most he had a handful left.

It was evening but I knew we couldn’t wait longer. I took my rifle, turned on the porch light, and carried him to the back yard. I sat him down and he stood wobbly between my feet. I said, “Tucker, stand still.” He obediently responded. I shot him in the head. He fell still, but to my amazement his tail wagged vigorously, quicker than I have ever seen before. It lasted a couple seconds and he was gone.

The next morning, we dug a place for him in the back pasture. I cried watching Old Yeller. I did the same with Tucker. There were some lonely days afterwards. Then four days later I had a dream. God graced us with it to bring a beautiful closure. I paste it from my dream file below.

12/12/2016 DOGS GO TO HEAVEN

I was walking along a country road where there had been rain. Water was running swiftly on the side of the road in the ditch and culverts. I looked and saw our dog Tucker running very rapidly back and forth in the field. He was much quicker than he had been in real life. He ran like lightning as if he could never be tired. I called out, “Go, Tucker, go!” At one point I saw Tucker was thirsty and standing in the water. As he began to drink I called out, “Drink, Tucker, drink!”

I called Tucker to me and he ran to my side. I gave him a couple pats, then he zipped off again. I could tell he was having a blast!

REFLECTIONS: Tucker was sick and I put him down four days ago. We were sad, missing him. This was an encouragement and a reminder. “Dogs do go to heaven.” We should drink deeply of the living waters, Like Tucker!

 

ELECTION MIRACLES! 

 

10,000 rose from the dead in Michigan to cast their ballots! Just imagine how many were raised in the other 49 states. You wonder who they voted for.

Amazing/appalling accounts of voting “irregularities” are coming out. Pam and I have been seriously imploring God in prayer for Revelation and the “HIGHEST COURT’S” justice! We are praying that everything will be revealed in Light! For the sake of future generations of voters we must be assured this election has true integrity.

GOING BACK TO PENNSYLVANIA WITH THOMAS PAINE

Once again, we are taking a cold, hungry, exhausting stand in Pennsylvania. But what is the alternative? As Washington’s troops shivered at Valley Forge they knew the weight of Paine’s words.

“These are the times that try men’s souls. The summer soldier and the sunshine patriot will, in this crisis, shrink from the service of their country; but he that stands by it now, deserves the love and thanks of man and woman. Tyranny, like hell, is not easily conquered; yet we have this consolation with us, that the harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph. What we obtain too cheap, we esteem too lightly: it is dearness only that gives every thing its value. Heaven knows how to put a proper price upon its goods; and it would be strange indeed if so celestial an article as FREEDOM should not be highly rated”

A PRAYER FOR THE WICKED MEDIA

God’s justice is coming to the god-like thrones of the media.“May ruin overtake them by surprise– may the net they hid entangle them, may they fall into the pit, to their ruin.” Ps 35:8.  Read Zech 5:1-4 to discover what happens to the thieving, lying media! 

A TITAL WAVE OF JUSTICE

Let all creation rejoice before the LORD, for he comes, he comes to judge the earth. He will judge the world in righteousness and the peoples in his faithfulness.Ps 98:13

FIRE IN A BOX

The most amazing invention to me is the internal combustion engine. What benefits the world has enjoyed by capturing fire in a box! We Christians sometimes have “FIRE” but how few have made productive energy with “IT.”

Steve and Pam Johnson

LandingStripEnterprises.Com

 

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OUR STRETCH OF RIVERFRONT PROPERTY

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“Our Inheritance in Messiah is a stretch of Riverfront Property! It is a delightful place of connection— connection with the Lamb and with His people!” Riverfront Property: Connecting at the River of Life.

Pam and I are blessed to be living in Morton, WA along the Tilton River. It is a place loaded with beauty and peace!  Drink some in as you continue below. 

 

VIDEO: OUR PIECE OF THE TILTON RIVER

 

BIG FISH IN THE RIVER

Our friend Pat is catching salmon on our beach. Over the past couple weeks he has caught other fish this size.. He filleted one for us ten minutes out of the river!

 

   “TALL TIMBER SILHOUETTES”

 

 

 

Tall timber silhouettes 

 

Stirring

 

Twilight trees

 

Anticipating

 

The morning stretch  

(Steve)

 

 

 

 

 

 

CHICK CHALET (under construction)

We’ve had mini-farms in Ellensburg, WA, Sevierville, TN and Abilene, TX. We’ve had chickens at all of them. They must follow us. 26 chicks are waiting in a corner of the garage for their new domicile, the “Chick Chalet.” We had a couple scrap windows so they are getting a view and ventilation.

 

SMITTY ENJOYING THE LEAVES AND RIVER

Early in the morning Smitty and I go to our rocky beach and take in the life of the river. He sniffs around and finds yummy things like crawdads. We have been pleased to discover good neighbors. Even Smitty has good fellowship with the local canines.

 

A PLACE FOR ROOTS TO GO DEEP

We have lived in lots of places. We both agree Morton is the place to let our roots go deep. We are planting a variety of fruit trees, berries and flowers. We have a little greenhouse and put in some raised beds.

David said, “The boundary lines have fallen to me in pleasant places.” Grateful!

 

AN APPEAL TO HEAVEN!

One of the richest finds in Morton is discovering a band of praying Christians. We are looking forward to great seasons of prayer with that growing tribe, and earthshaking consequences! Jesus, take the glory!

Pam and I are flying the same flag our revolutionary army used. We “appeal to Heaven” daily for our nation. We have an ache for the welfare of our nation, and a longing for our dear Lord Jesus’ Kingdom to manifest in our nation, and the nations of the world. Trust you are adding your prayers to heaven’s bowls. “Each one had a harp and they were holding golden bowls full of incense, which are the prayers of God’s people.” Rev 5:8 

Steven C Johnson

LandingStripEnterprises

 

As a PS, Happy Columbus Day! Stand up Christopher!

People pulled down Cristopher Columbus’ statue because they believe this continent should never have been discovered by Europeans. If in 1592 Winston had sail the ocean blue, or Patricia had sailed in 1692 to discover America it would be resented by someone, and their statues, in time, might come down. I wonder how many who brought down Columbus could give us an intelligent lecture on his life to justify his humiliation.

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HOLY MOMENT, FIGHT OR STARVE and MORE

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HOLY MOMENT

“All creatures great and small, The Lord God made them all.”

The day started cool and wet. It was still dark and a drizzle required wipers for visibility as I drove through rural Washington. Arriving at my destination I found the back deck covered in big drops of water beading up like miniature puddles. It felt cold and unfriendly and I moved back to the warmth of the house.

A few hours later I went outside to check the temperature and found a honey bee struggling to survive. It was wet and cold having landed in a puddle and had stopped trying to escape. In fact, it did not move at all. I looked for a tool and found a leaf to scoop it up. It hung on and I knew what to do.

i placed it in the sun and went inside to find a food source. No honey, but I could dissolve sugar in a spoon. I placed the bee near the sugar but it did not respond, so I dripped a little on its mouth. It immediately began sucking up the sweet stuff. Awwwww!

I had done all I could and returned to my work. An hour later when I looked the bee had flown. Restored to return home!

For me, this was a Holy Moment.

Pamela Johnson

 

FIGHT OR STARVE?

If thieves were coming into your home to steal your food pantry, would you fight them to the death?

It’s probably unfair to ask people living in modern Western nations this question. Most of us would say, “It’s not worth the fight.” We’d step aside. A few might willingly share their food. Others would give up their food to appease. The next day we would go to the grocery store to restock the refrigerator.

Near Eastern people have had different circumstances, attitudes and practices.

Gideon warred to save the barley harvest

Boaz slept at the threshing floor to protect the wheat harvest.

Shammah fought to save the lentil harvest

Biblical characters would build watch towers in their fields to house their harvests. They would post lookouts on them to watch for marauders who wanted to loot their wealth by raiding their pantry. Food was the measure of your bank account as well as the measure of your longevity. Houses were built with the food stored in the back room so raiders would need to come through the living area, “over the owner’s dead body” to capture the family’s supply.

Consider the heroic stand of Shammah. “Next to him was Shammah son of Agee the Hararite. When the Philistines banded together at a place where there was a field full of lentils, Israel’s troops fled from them. But Shammah took his stand in the middle of the field. He defended it and struck the Philistines down, and the Lord brought about a great victory.”  2 Sam 23:11-12

It might be good to know “Shammah” means The LORD is there! He must have realized the Lord was present that day in the field of lentils!

Months later families could say, “We are eating tonight because Shammah saved the lentils.” Failing to defend the food supply meant slow and painful starvation. One might die fighting to defend the staff of life, but it would be a quick death. If they died fighting they would not have to watch their children starve. Defending the food supply was defending their family’s lives.

Going to the modern grocery is a marvel. Most of the world does not understand our abundance. When I walk through an American grocery store I am so amazed at the plenty! I often worship God in the grocery store, giving thanks for the wonderful access to food we enjoy.

Just a hundred years ago many of us still took in the crops, sacked, canned and dried the food, and stocked the larder. Ben Franklin as a youth helped his parents pack out the year’s foodstuff into the pantry. In his young tongue-in-cheek way, he suggested they could pray once for their food for the year. In different days having a year’s supply of food was not hoarding. It was basic planning. Albertsons, Safeway, Tom Thumb and Walmart would not be open that year. Today we save money to buy food. Before modern groceries we just saved food.

Biblical characters were willing to die to save their pantry. They were not defending the few contents of an icebox or cupboard. They were defending supplies to sustain their lives for the year!

In those days food was not easily gained with bonus discount coupons. Their backs and blisters produced it from the earth. Farming people were known for their faith and hard work.  Some suffered anxiety when it came to planting. If seed was taken from the pantry to sow the field would there be enough food remaining till the harvest? Would they grow enough to restock the pantry for the next year? The reassuring prophetic word to the farmers was, “Those who sow in tears will come again reaping in Joy.”

The lion protects its kill. Dogs jealously gauard their bones. Bees fight to protect their hives.

As an FYI – Fema on food and water preparations

A SPIRITUAL APPLICATION

It may be totally appropriate to defend your physical food supply in a life or death battle. But, are we willing to fight tooth and claw to defend truth, integrity and righteousness? Solomon said, “Buy the truth and do not sell it.” I agree! Don’t sell out on truth regardless what you are offered, or threatened with. We can share truth freely without cost but we must never sell out on the truths which sustain our lives. God’s word, our daily bread, is worth fighting for! Our lives depend on it!

 

CHRISTIANS WHO DON’T VOTE

I’ve heard three out of four Christian don’t vote.

Can we also say, Three out of four Christians don’t

Pray?

Witness?

Give?

Study?

Fellowship?

Serve?

Can we say, “Three out of four Christians – are not?”

“Even so faith, if it has no works, is dead, being by itself.” James 2:17

 

PREPARATION

 

Question: What does a spare tire, fire extinguisher and gun have in common?

Answer: It’s nice to have them but you hope never to need to use them.

 

A HYMN FROM MY YOUTH RINGING IN MY SPIRIT

Rise up, O men of God!
Have done with lesser things.
Give heart and mind and soul and strength
to serve the King of kings.

Rise up, O men of God!
The kingdom tarries long.
Bring in the day of brotherhood
and end the night of wrong.

Rise up, O men of God!
The church for you doth wait,
her strength unequal to her task;
rise up, and make her great!

Lift high the cross of Christ!
Tread where his feet have trod.
As brothers of the Son of Man,
rise up, O men of God!

Steve Johnson

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OVERCOMING DISLEXIA: A TESTIMONY

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My childhood was very pleasant up to the time I entered grade school. Our family was loving and I felt like I was a pretty normal kid, managing life well and getting along fine with others.

1st grade began and life became problematic. When it came to academics I discovered I wasn’t quite normal. I was the kid that just didn’t get it. I didn’t understand the alphabet or numbers. They didn’t make sense to me. I began to see I was not like the other kids.

I was last in first grade learning my ABC’s and my 123’s. I remember missing recess as I tried to write my numbers in order copying the shapes from the blackboard. I remember being held back from recess in the second grade doing the same. Why was it so easy for the other kids? I felt frustrated. I felt stupid. Stupid and shameful became my identity. When it came to academics I was the kid whose lightbulb was dim.

I remember trying to become invisible so the teacher wouldn’t see me and call on me with a question. I didn’t want to be embarrassed again, and again. I was the last in class in every subject. I remember getting knots in my stomach at the end of the school year wondering whether I would be advanced to the next grade. I don’t know why but they passed this “D” and occasional “C” grade student to the next level yearly.

In the Fourth grade I saw I was going to be dead last in learning my multiplication tables. The title for “last” would go to a girl in the class or myself. I put out a great effort practicing diligently with the flash cards, and broke a barrier. I came in second from last! What a relief not to be dead last again. Math was my strong suit!

In the sixth grade the unthinkable happened. I got an A on a ten-word spelling test. I don’t remember ever getting a B, let alone an A before. My parents had been out of town for a few days. I was staying with an Aunt and a cousin. Over three days with perhaps up to six hours of repetition they worked with me on the ten spelling words. I remember being totally amazed when I discovered I had spelled every one correctly!

I squeaked through the seventh grade but did so with a break-though. I realized I could copy two or three letters at a time from the chalkboard onto my paper rather than one letter at a time. At times I could copy whole words. It broke a speed barrier!

My father was a physician and was studying a learning disability called dyslexia. I apparently had it. P’s and d’s, b’s and q’s  looked the same to me. Even today I confuse them when writing, along with other letters like Z and S. Phonetics helped a little but I could never trust them  because I was always stumbling on the exception to the rule and creating my own ‘fonedik’ spellings.

By blessed fortune my parents were able to hire private tutors and finally send me away to a private boarding school in the eighth grade. There were small classes, intense tutoring and four hours of study hall a day. This was where I first prayed. “Dear God, my Dad and Mom want me to do well in school. Help me do well so they will be pleased.” I prayed this frequently, sometimes many times a day.

It is a testimony to the all-wise God, my loving parents, caring teachers and the power of determined effort. At the end of the school year I was a straight A student. The earth shook with wonder! I was learning that by depending on God and using all my effort I could succeed. That was the year by providence I accidentally picked up number four pencils rather than the standard number two pencils. I realized I had to give greater effort to make a clear mark with the number four pencils. The greater physical effort of pressure on the pencil while writing math questions drove the sense of mathematics deeper in my mind!

I’ve had many “moments,” and those moments still visit daily. In the eight grade I could not remember how to spell my middle name. “Craig,” after all is a challenging name to spell. You’ll be glad to know I practiced and learned how.

The mighty grace of God took me through college and on to graduate school. I was able to keep a B average though school, which I think is an accomplishment.  There was a moment in grad school where I was writing a paper and needed to write the world “of,” but could not remember how to spell it. I tried “uv” and “ov” but it just didn’t look right. I was embarrassed to ask a fellow student how to spell “of” so started looking for it in the dictionary. After 20 minutes trying to figure it out I realized if I read a book, in time, I would come upon the word “of.” It worked!

I found when studying Greek that if I worked two or three times longer than fellow students I could do as well, or nearly as well, as others. The willingness to work twice as hard as others became a key for achieving.

 

I am so grateful for the good fruit which has come to me because of this little handicap!

By the grace of God, I have been able to shake off the title “stupid” and the feeling of shame.

I have compassion for others who struggle with mental handicaps. They are my peers.

I’ve gained creative techniques for learning and have come to realize reading, re-reading and then reading again will help me understand a sentence or paragraph.

Even though many speak faster and come up with amazingly quick quips I’ve learned I don’t have to compare myself to them. I realize that in my own way I’m quite smart, even if I sometimes speak slower looking for words.

I savor accomplishments which require hard work more than naturally gifted people do.

I am able to be patient with others because I realize thinking can take a lot of time and effort. 

There are still times when I cut a board at 69 inches rather than 96 but most of the time I’ve get it right and have successfully applied math in many practical situations.

Every time I write a page I have to look up spellings because my spellcheck has no idea  what I’m trying to say. Still, my third-grade teacher would be amazed. I’ve written lots: Sermons, Bible study lessons, newsletters, a couple books and hundreds of blogs.

I keep learning to lean on God in my weakness, and ask His help.

Do you have a handicap which you have overcome?

What fruit have you been able to grain because of it?

Steven C Johnson

LandingStripEnterprises.Com

 

 

 

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THE FEAR OF THE LORD: PROMISED BLESSINGS!

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Have you ever pondered the wonderful benefits our loving Lord grants those who reverence Him? You may find dozens of delightful promises for those who fear the Lord. What comes to those who with heart and soul breath, “Hollowed by Thy name?” You’ll be encouraged to learn!

A CHALLENGE: Put a “check mark” by the blessings you have already enjoyed because of your reverence for God.

The LORD delights in those who fear Him, who put their hope in His unfailing love. (Ps 147:11)

The fear of the LORD is the beginning of wisdom, and knowledge of the Holy One is understanding. (Prov 9:10)

He will be the sure foundation for your times, a rich store of salvation and wisdom and knowledge; the fear of the Lord is the key to this treasure.  (Is 33:6)

The fear of the LORD is the beginning of knowledge, but fools despise wisdom and discipline. (Prov 1:7)

… then you will understand the fear of the LORD and find the knowledge of God. (Prov 2:5)

The fear of the Lord is a fountain of life, turning a man from the snares of death.  (Prov 14:27)

The fear of the LORD leads to life: Then one rests content, untouched by trouble. (Prov 19:23)

Humility and the fear of the LORD bring wealth and life. (Prov 22:4)

The fear of the LORD adds length to life, but the years of the wicked are cut short. (Prov 10:27)

The fear of the LORD leads to life, And he who has it will abide in satisfaction; He will not be visited with evil. (Prov 19:23)

Through love and faithfulness sin is atoned for: through the fear of the LORD a man avoids evil.  (Prov 16:6)

Oh, fear the Lord, you His saints! There is no want to those who fear Him. (Ps 34:9)

Behold, the eye of the LORD is on those who fear Him, on those who hope in His mercy, to deliver their soul from death, and keep them alive in famine. Ps 33:18-19)

In the fear of the Lord there is strong confidence, And his children will have a place of refuge.  (Prov 14:26)

The secret of the LORD is with those who fear Him, And He will show them His covenant.(Ps 25:14)

Oh, how great is Your goodness,which You have laid up for those who fear You, Which you have prepared for those who trust in You in the presence of the sons of men!  (Ps 31:19)

The angel of the LORD encamps around those who fear Him, and He delivers them.  (Ps 34:7)

But as for me, I will come into Your house in the multitude of Your mercy; In fear of You I will worship toward Your holy temple  (Ps 5:7)

For as the heavens are high above the earth, so great is His mercy toward those who fear Him (Ps 103:11)

As a father has compassion on his children, so the LORD has compassion on those who fear Him   (Ps 103:13)

Isaiah spoke of the coming Root or David, The Branch, “and he will delight in the fear of the LORD.”[ Is 11:3a]. Our Lord Jesus, The Branch walked, and walks today, saturated in the these promised blessings!

What future blessing do you anticipate coming to you, and your family, through these promises?

What are ways you personally upgrade your reverent love and fear of the Lord?

Steven C Johnson 

LandingStripEnterprises.Com

 

 

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WHAT WOULD “ONE NATION UNDER GOD” LOOK LIKE?

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I had a show-stopping moment last week in a Men’s prayer group. I’ve thought of it daily since Cesar made this statement: “I’ve been wondering what “One Nation Under God’ looks like.” It slammed me, bowled me over, stupefied me!

I’ve pledged “One Nation Under God.” I’ve prayed for “One Nation Under God” but I have never taken moments to picture what “One Nation Under God” would look like!

I say it reverently and with startled amazement, “O my God! If a nation ever decided to come under God…what would be the outcome?” Imagine the dripping oil and wine, the milk and honey Heaven would rain on a nation under His covering!!!

What would happen if all the chicks in a nation came Under Wing? Safety, security, belonging, identity, purpose! It would mean a national rebirth of hope and vision, a golden-age of brotherhood. Under Heaven’s shielding umbrella and outpoured bounty what blessings might overtake that nation?

Do you find it easy to imagine what happens to a nation which abandons God? It a little harder, but try this, imagining what happens to a nation in whole-hearted devotion to the Lord of hosts.

I’m endeavoring to pray for one nation a day. I’ve taken up listening to the national anthems of the nations I pray for. Virtually all nations sing of heritage, virtues, aspirations of hope and oneness. Those aspirational longings can take quantum leaps for nations which come under God!

What would become of Algeria, Uzbekistan, Indonesia and Suriname if these nations decided to come under God? “Holy Smoke!”

I am one who believes that whole nations will come to Christ in these last days. They will be known as Sheep Nations. See Matthew 25: 31-46. Imagine the lavish blessings overflowing on those nations who reverence their Creator and live under His protection! They will enjoy His bountiful provisions! Yes, “Blessed is the nation whose God is the LORD!”

Steven C Johnson

LandingStripEnterprises.Com

DO YOU KNOW THE GOD-HONORING FOURTH VERSE OF OUR NATIONAL ANTHEM?

Oh! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand
Between their loved home and the war’s desolation!
Blest with victory and peace, may the heav’n rescued land
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation.
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: “In God is our trust.”
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave

O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

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DISCERNMENT: A LITMUS TEST

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“And it is my prayer that your love may abound more and more, with knowledge and all discernment, so that you may approve what is excellent, and so be pure and blameless for the day of Christ.” Phil 1:9-10

Have you ever been in a situation where you felt a sense of evil that made your skin creep, or a sense of holy delight that got you jumping on your tiptoes? You were discerning. Supernatural powers of discrimination are urgently needed. Many lambs are led away by false teachings and seducing spirits because they lack it. Many believers miss heaven’s resources as they fail to realize an angelic presence is there to provide or guide.

I was in a library of huge books. In the dream there were marble busts of wise and discerning people. Curiously, their noses were much larger than normal. The Lord showed me this is discernment.

You find a Tupperware dish in the back of the refrigerator.  How long has it been back there? Carefully you pop the lid and give it the sniff test.

Do you have a nose for discernment? Can you sense when angels or demons are about? Can you sense when things are holy or tainted? What a vital gift!

                A LITMUS TEST FOR DISCERNING

Here is one way to discern if an activity is worthless or worthful. After you are done with it do you sense:

A greater softness in your heart toward others?

The sweet fruits of love, joy and peace?

Increased gratitude toward Jesus?

A greater resolve to live for Jesus and make the most of your life?

So, after you are done watching it, drinking or eating it, or talking about it – have you gotten good fruit?

Do you have your own litmus tests to help you discern the value of activities, the origin of a spirit, and what is harmful or healthful?  Your comment here might help others hone their discerning gifts.

Steven C Johnson

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“MY HEART GOES OUT.” MOVED BY THOSE WHO INTERCEDE

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Can you explain this to me? When crisis or tragedy strikes I come alert and aware, but it is not until I see people rising to help, mobilizing for rescue, that my heart is deeply moved, my throat tightens up and I feel the swelling tears.

What is this phenomenon I’ve witnessed in myself for years?

When our daughter was abducted and drown I was fully awake, fully contending. But I was moved to tears when I saw police officers and medical workers seeking to help with their every fiber. Then my heart swole three times its size, expanded with gratitude.

When the Twin Towers fell I was shocked, angered, and grieved, but no tears until I saw pictures of first responders and noble-minded citizens seeking to help.

I see riots in Portland and am alarmed and pained. But when I see the interview of a True-Blue black officer standing steady for what is right I am caught with that hard-to-swallow feeling in my throat.

I’ve experienced it recently with news from Beirut. Their apocalyptic explosion left miles of waste, loss of life and injury. Its horrifying, but I am moved to tears when I see people respond to comfort and relieve.

I read the story of the sinking of the Titanic. It’s tragic. But I’m choked-up when I learn of the noble rescue efforts of the crew and passengers on the Carpathia.

When I see things going South in our world I am alerted, but when I see righteous men and women of character take their stand in the gap, I am stirred with emotion!

I’m not sure what goes on inside my heart, but this could be part of it: I think of problems and tragedies as normal, but people rising up in noble intercession as exceptional!

Deborah sang with deep appreciation for those who volunteered to go into the fray. I’m wondering, can you relate? “My heart goes out to the commanders of Israel who offered themselves willingly among the people. Bless the LORD.” Judges 5:9

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THE RIDICULOUS, DANGEROUS NONSENSE OF “HATE CRIMES.”

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We should expunge “Hate crimes” from our vocabulary, and remove all “hate crimes” from our list of laws. “Hate crimes” should be outlawed!

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The designation “hate crime” is nonsense. You can’t measure hate. You can’t know the motives of people’s hearts. You may speculate or surmise but you cannot know. You can however judge people by their actions!

It is impossible to know with certainty the motives of anyone.

If we keep creating new “hate crimes” we will be able to arrest anyone for any action we feel is motivated by hate. What’s more, we may arrest anyone based on our suspicion they may possess hateful thoughts. “I have a strong suspicious that in your heart you are a racist, and religious bigot. Therefore, you should be arrested!” This kind of “justice” is found in communist and totalitarian antichrist nations.

All hate crimes should be obliterated from our law books. If not, prepare for the motives police to knock on your door. “Hate Crime” laws create a new type of prejudice.

If I don’t like broccoli, tattoos, someone’s sexual orientation, or the color they paint their living room I could be in danger of being charged with a hate crime. “You must hate farmers, tattoos artists , celibates, and interior designers. After all, your don’t care for what they do. Therefore, you are full of hate!”

 

One of the dominant, nonsensical presumptions is that people who hate should be punished more severely.

For example, if a murderer kills because he hates another for social, religious, philosophical, or racial reasons he should get a more severe punishment than the cold-blooded psychopath.

To get a lesser punishment we might plead, “I was not hateful. There was nothing personal. I simply killed them for their stuff. No premeditation, no animosity, I’m simply making a living.”

We cannot measure the quality or magnitude of anyone’s hate, therefore “hate crime” laws are nonsensical. What’s more, such laws lend themselves to suspicion, speculation, and false accusations, based curiously on novel prejudices. Communist China has perfected this type of justice. Suspicion is enough to have your arrested and worse. 

No person is capable of judging people’s motives, but we can judge actions and call people to account for breaking established laws.

 

There is One who will make judgements over our lives based on motives.

God knows every thought and intention. He searches our hearts and make true judgements of heart contents.

Let’s not pretend we know the motives of others. Rather, let’s be humble and vulnerable before our Lord as He scrutinizes each of our hearts.

“We speak, not to please man, but to please God who tests our hearts.” 1 Thess 2:4

“You are those who justify yourselves before men, but God knows your hearts.“ Luke 16:15

 “The Lord searches all hearts and understands every plan and thought.” 1 Chr 28:9

When we judge the motives of others we are in peril of mocking God, claiming His supernatural abilities to know the mysteries of hearts.  Let us properly judge based on people’s actions, based on their fruit. But for pity sake, please put an end to the dangerous folly of “hate crimes!”

Do you agree? Disagree? Want to dialogue?

This article by Louis DeBroux shares one type of abuse of “hate crime ” laws.

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RE-MASCULATING BOYS: RESTORING STOLEN MANHOOD

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I was listening to The Danish National Symphony Orchestra’s outstanding performance of The Good, The Bad and the Ugly. This has become a go-to song for inspiration. It stirs me deeply. Apparently, millions feel the same way.

Scrolling through the comments I read: “My neutered dog heard this and his testicles have grown back.” I laughed with tears for five minutes! It was good for the eyes.

I wonder, What it would take to grow back testicles on emasculated men?

 

 

It’s been said, “Our culture has taught young boys to be good little girls.” How many young men are wobbly about what it means to be a man? No wonder our sexual confusion. Boys are taught, “Men are rude and violent. You don’t want to be one of them! Men abuse women. You don’t want to be one of them. Men start wars. You don’t want to be a man.”

Some boys are neglected and become feral. They may become aimless and unrestrained, become abusive and violent, or cowering hermits. But the education many boys get today is almost worse than neglect.

 

 

Modern social innovators teach boys to be sensitive, to quench their rambunctious ways, to be passive, not damage the china or clang the tableware. In our pursuit of taming men, we have turned lions to sheep and eagles to chickens. In our taming the “savage beast” of manhood we have removed their fight for greater things, their courage to contend for a noble cause. And many seem proud of this accomplishment.

 

     

Who will teach boys to harness their masculine powers for good, rather than the bad and ugly? Boys need to be taught self-control, to play within the boundaries, and fight fair, but Lord have mercy on the ones who would steal away sport and sparring and rumble from hearts born to possess it!

 

 

May boys be raised again to have tough sinks and soft hearts. May boys harness their sanctified manhood to protect the vulnerable, to contend for the right and to pursue high-heaven ambitions! Boys should be inspired to yoke their masculine powers for The Good, The Glorious and The Magnificent!

 

 

Perhaps a listen to The Danish National Symphony Orchestracould help bring healing for young men robbed of manhood.

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CAROLYN GROGAN GRADUATES! HEAVEN IN ELATION!

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“I tell you, use worldly wealth to gain friends for yourselves,

so that when it is gone,

you will be welcomed into eternal dwellings.” Luke 16:9

Carolyn Grogan Graduating mana cum laude!

 

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Pam’s Mom, Carolyn, passed into eternity last night, 7/9/2020. It would be hard to find a Saint more eager and excited to be with her Lord. She is receiving a royal revelry! Carolyn is a woman who made many great investments. “Welcomed into eternal dwellings” rightly describes heaven’s scene!

I used to tease Carolyn over an agreement we had. “Carolyn, if you die before me I’ll come up with something nice to say about you. And if I die before you, you scratch your head and come up with something good about me.” She would laugh. So, I’m under obligation. But no head scratching necessary.

Carolyn loved to laugh! She would find any excuse to do so. Joy characterized her life as brightness characterizes the sun. Sometimes I thought she laughed too much, but I don’t think heaven was offended by her joy and the faith behind it.

Carolyn was an evangelist, a good-news-er! I recall times when we were together and she met a stranger. She would ask in various words, “Do you know my Lord Jesus?”

We wrote a book about our daughter’s resurrection but didn’t have much money to see it published. Carolyn volunteered to help with expenses. When I told her we did not know how the book would sell of if we would be able to repay her, her reply was, “I’ll take it in souls!”  I know for a fact that thousands came to Christ though that story and the TV and radio interviews which carried it around the world!

Carolyn pitched in strongly to make the prayer meetings go to new levels. Most of her prayer was early in the morning with marked up bibles, inspirational books, prayer lists and worship music in the background. She is famous in our family for praying her immediate and extended family members into The Kingdom.

Carolyn delighted in her children, grands and greats! She had many qualities which make for a great Mom and grandmother. Fun, adventure, and celebration, sewing, cooking canning, and more. I prize a beautiful thick, warm sweater which she made for her husband, Frank, which I inherited.

     A sweater Carolyn made

She was a God-send helping with our kids and concerns in Ellensburg and Goldendale, WA. She also enjoyed living with us in Sevierville, TN, and would adventure out on foot with her hat and stick to enjoy the beauty and see if there was a conversation to strike up.

As she aged the wrinkles always went upwards. The last leg of her race was a challenge as she struggled with memory loss. None-the-less her spirit always leaned toward the finish line where her Lord, standing at the tape, was cheering her across.

Many of us are jealous for her arrival and the joyful pomp and circumstance of reunion! May God bless each of us in our respective races, and give a special grace for strong kicks to our runs as we cross over!

Steven C Johnson

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