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The park was full of young kids and parents, so this was going to be difficult to pull off without some attention being drawn. But this ignorant little demon all buffed up with pride began to run his mouth. Through the person it chose to inhabit, the voice that came out didn't quite match the actual person.
Crystal swore she saw the smoke coming out and smell brimstone. Worse than anything she ever smelled. "How's the celestial gig Daniel?" It asked, seeming to have known Daniel. He stood there with a stone look on his face. "Very well, preparing for our Lord's return. Wish I could ask the same Gadmadrin, but I would not be truthful." His voice was in a flat tone used when he got serious.
Then things got strange. This demon whipped out a scroll sealed with a strange emblem that screamed bad news. "I was sent to hand this to you. Concerning her." At the last word, it spat in her direction, good thing she jumped back, for when the spit hit the ground, it fizzled like acid. Daniel opened the missive and began to read.
Crystal managed to get a glimpse of what was written, but all she saw were strange symbols. Apparently this was some kind of language these beings used. A pentagram was at the top, indicating this was from the Devil's domain. No explanation needed there.
Before he could make a move, Daniel and Crystal were surrounded by some of the cronies that had been watching from the shadows. The people who were at the park barely looked up or even reacted. The attack was swift and sudden.
Crystal was able to switch into battle mode (as she has come to call it when the battles come) and was able to dispatch those demons in a fake human form. In the few weeks she's been training, the enemy has been able to develop a temporary physical form without occupying a vessel. Possession was still the best way to attack, but there was reluctance most of the time.
Within less than five minutes, the fakes were all on the ground, turning into a vapor smelling like sulfur. Daniel took care of the spirits in their natural form. The fakes had one common trait: their eyes. They glow red in times of stress. Looking into them was like staring into a abyss.
From the shadows Crystal watched as people waved the air trying to fan away the smell.
She notices Daniel's face and asks about the exchange with that demon. He tells her that a long time ago, they were best of friends. Then Gadmadrin went over to the other side. Crystal could tell it pained him just thinking about it. Losing a friend like that she couldn't even comprehend.
How to overcome unforgiveness and other sins
(I am assuming that the one reading this has accepted Jesus Christ as there Lord and Savior, If one has not that is the first place to start)
I find some people have been hurt by others and they do not want to forgive. The person has been hurt so bad they do not want to forgive the one who hurt them. They feel that some type of revenge or to see justice to that person. The thing they fail to see is the damage it causes them by hanging on to the unforgivness.
We need to remember something.:
Romans 3:11 There is none that understandeth, there is none that seeketh after God.
John 6:44 No man can come to me, except the Father which hath sent me draw him: and I will raise him up at the last day.
The fact that anyone got saved was because God came into our lives and drew us. God drew us to Him and we answered the call. In order to get saved we needed God working in our lives before we could come to Him. The thing is we need Him in our lives to also help us get rid of sins.
We also need to forgive others because Jesus forgave us.
We also need to remember that forgiveness is a choice, not a feeling. We all know the big difference between ‘I will not' and ‘I can't'. I do understand that some people are very honest when they say ‘I want to forgive and I just can't.' It is very possible that this may be true as far as having the ability to forgive. But it is possible....
Now after explaining all of this I will show you how to get free and to be able to forgive.
1 Tell God the truth on exactly how you feel. If you deep down do not want to forgive the person then tell Him that to. Be totally honest to Him and tell Him why you feel the way you do.
2 Remember forgiveness is a choice and not so much to do with the feelings. You tell God you choose to forgive that person even thought you might not feel like it
3 Now tell God once you forgave them that you need God to come you heart and heal the feelings and help you to have a real forgiving heart. Remember we could not come to God unless He helped us first. It is the same with forgiveness; once we allow Him to come in us He can begin to change our feelings.
Here would be how you pray.
Say " Father I give you all the Glory and thank you for sending Jesus to die on the cross for my sins. I now have unforgiveness in my heart to ____________ and I do not want to forgive them for hurting me. I now choose to forgive them because Jesus forgave me. Now I need your help to come in my heart and change my feelings so that I can learn to love and forgive the one who offended me. I cannot do it on my own and I need your help. Now I thank you that you have heard me and now will begin to come in my heart and change me. I give you all the praise in Jesus name amen."
Now once you have allowed God to help you with your feelings it may take some time but when we choose to allow Him in again then he can get to work in helping us.
This mindset and prayer is a good way to pray to help to get rib of all things we may be struggling with.
Feel free to leave a comment; this way I know that I explained this well enough.
I apologize for being away for so long! We (me, my brother and his two adopted boys) have moved! Still in Salisbury, but on the edge of the city limits. I still haven't forgotten my followers here on mypraize! Putting up new chapters in between moving and school is exhausting. But now with that done, I can continue churning out material. Right now I am laying out ideas for the follow up to Order of Christos #1. I prefer to start at the beginning and building up from there. And yes I do have an idea for book 3 and it came from an unexpected source, but that's for another time.
On a deep and personal note, for those who have read my bio here, I have struggled with so much in my 35 plus years. Hence part of where my handle came from. At my age, it's a wonder I'm still alive. Since my mother was placed in a home in late 2012, things have been less difficult for me. In the last almost year and a half I've been with my brother, I have never felt more stable in my life. Personally and mentally. My health has never been better. I've been off my diabetes meds for almost a year, lost weight (under 200lbs), and pursuing an college education at last.
I feel I am at a place where God can really start dealing with me about certain issues stemming from my past. I still have periods of depression but nothing serious. Anger, resentments against people who hurt me and God has been starting to deal with me about forgiving those who deeply wounded me throughout my life. One person in particular who died 15 years ago. Betrayal is expected from your enemies, but when it comes from your own family, that really screws you up on every level. Body (sometimes, especially with physical or sexual abuse), soul, and spirit.
Also, it seems I have an admirer at the community college I attend. Met him on the bus and we're friends. Even referred him to my brother to get his taxes done. He runs a sweepstakes place and a tax office. It's tax season and I work there twice a week. Labeling files, greeting clients, things like that.
But me and this gentleman are just friends. Though I like it when calls me the most beautiful woman in the world. But I just can't pursue a romance at this time if I wanted to. That's just one of the issues stemming from what I endured as a kid. Though I would like to marry someday. I have a friend (13 years older than me) believed she was called to be single and 6 years ago she got married. Maybe I may be blessed like that.
Hope to hear from all of you soon! Shalom and God bless, Wonder777!
There is a lot of complaining about the weather this year. I know we folks with a touch or two of arthritis tend to want our warm weather so we don't hurt as bad, but we are forgetting the big picture here. So sit back in your chair, your bed, your couch, where ever you are and close your eyes a moment going back in time a little over 2000 years ago. Jesus was not born in December, he was born in early spring, sometime in March. So picture this: Let's say we live in that time and in that place put yourself there. You're living in a mud hut with thick cool walls. During the winter months you have to take rags and place them over the windows to keep the wind and cold out. You have an inside fireplace that doubles as a cook stove and heater. It's tax time and census time- all the public facilities are full so some of the local people are allowing out of towner's to rent space from them. Late that night this young couple comes into town with a pack mule carrying a young pregnant female guided by a weary young man. He stops at inn after inn only to find they are all full. He even stops at some of his kin folks houses to find them full. He was almost out of options and saw one last house. He stopped there to find a kindly old innkeeper who offered him room in his stable for no charge. He gave them blankets and pallets to lay on and an oil lamp to help them see. As they got settled in Joseph said to Mary, "It's snowing, yet I can see the stars." Mary told Joseph it must be a sign. They laid down to rest and as they nodded off to sleep, an angel came to Mary and told her that it was time for her to deliver. Mary said to the Angel. "Here? Now? In THIS place?" The angels told her that God had brought them to Bethlehem for a reason that they would find the answers out later. As Mary began feeling the urges of Labor she awoke Joseph who ran out to find someone to help his wife. Soon they held their newborn son in their arms and the Angels were sent out to proclaim to the world the birth of God's son. Mary and Joseph rested with Jesus as much as they could during the night and day. The skies were perfectly clear, all the stars were extra radiant that night. It was as if God had his angels working double time polishing them in the heavens before his son was born. All of the sudden in the eastern sky appeared this new huge bright shining star that appeared to be coming from right over where Jesus laid.
So why am I telling the Christmas story in February? It's the snow. The snow represents purity. It snowed that night to purify the sky and the earth for the coming of the new King. Stop and think to yourself what the arrival of the Christ child was. God sent HIS only son to earth and He took OUR sins upon his shoulder and died for us. When I look at the snow, I see it as a reminder of the birth of a King. Not an ordinary King, but a King who changed the world and the WORD. We should see the snow today as a reminder of God's way to purify the air, to keep us inside with our family, make us slow down and spend family time together. In these days and times family time is practically non-existent. Yes, there is still the TV, internet, gaming devices, etc. But a parent should take charge and say everyone, let's do something different. Go outside and build a fire and roast hot dogs, make smores, hot chocolate, snow angels, snow forts, have a friendly snow ball fight. OR, play board games inside that have the entire family playing. Better yet, pull out the Good book. Yeah, the one you tend to only put out to impress the preacher when he comes to visit. READ it to your family. Challenge your family to read it out loud and individually. A family that reads the Bible grows stronger together.
While the snow purifies the outside, let it purify you personally. Consider the snow as a challenge of rebirth and growth.
Avery. 18. College freshman. English major. I live in Michigan.
Recently went through a horribly bad breakup, and am very traumatized by it. I still love him.
Music is the best therapy.
ADTR, Pierce The Veil, Citizen, Modern Baseball, Transit, Defeater, The Wonder Years, Manchester Orchestra, Brand New, Two Door Cinema Club, Basement, Seahaven, etc... are examples of my favorite artists.
I'm a book nerd and John Green fanatic.
I snapchat, so ask me for my name. c:
I've met many people over the years on this site, and most of them are gone now. I don't intend on making any new friends, but I keep this account in case anyone comes back.
So, that's about it. Ok, bye.
Looking in the downstairs bathroom mirror, David collected himself, but just as he thought it passed, tears began to flow. Looking up, he whispered "Mike, if only you could see your little girl." He had many moments like this since his brother died and did this to keep up an appearance to Crystal so as not to worry her.
What he didn't know was that she knew about these emotional bursts. Standing outside the bathroom, ear to the door listening to him sob. They hadn't been as serious in the last two or three years. But it made her feel worse listening in on him. But this was his twin brother and closest friend.
Crystal left before he came out. She had to get her books for school and meet Andi outside her house. Later, after school she began to work on her piece for the showing next month. She chose to do a sketch of her grandmother with charcoal. Crystal had talent for most mediums. Paint, sketches, collage. When she was in 5th grade, she had a collage presented at the State Fair as part of a collection from her school district. Somewhere that collage was in the house in storage.
It was becoming more difficult to hide this whole thing from her ever observant best friend. But Crystal knew Andi was becoming suspicious, as was her personality. Andi was hoping to be a detective or a lawyer after graduating high school.
The training was going along well, at night she would cover herself in black just to practice the flying. She was getting better at that, and the fear that she could have an outburst at the least likely moment eased. Daniel had drawn on his years of experience to teach her what he did to so many before her. And he was proud of it, his most promising pupil....
"It may be time for her to get the uniform." he thought. But not until he gets the orders to do so, though she is close. Today he chose to dress like a typical kid Crystal's age. He was to observe and blend in with the crowd she hung out with. Knowing he was being seen by the mortals, Daniel kept noticing the girls looking over and hearing how good looking he was.
He did appreciate the compliments and went about his business. Sometimes he actually did think about how they see him in a physical form, but he also knew the part of them that lusted after the body in some.
This was a big school all right. All the midnight blue and white splashed everywhere. And banners for the big Homecoming game in the next two weeks against the Eastside Commanders. By what he had heard, it was always a big rivalry between Grant High and Eastside. All these centuries and it still fascinated him about how competitions could run rampant. Sometimes forging deep friendships between groups.
As him and Crystal visited the park after class let out, trouble began. Some demons decided to have some sport with the two.
Even in class, Crystal was distracted. After waking up floating in air, what if the same happened in front of everyone? Her cover would be blown and the other kids would look at her like some of the characters in her comic books. That was the main thing, being found out.
"Miss McAllister, what is the answer to this equation?" Mrs. Johnson asked her in fifth period Algebra, pointing to what was written on the board. That woke her up in a heartbeat. Crystal managed to figure it out and apologized. She was known for being strict.
By the end of the day, she was stressed because of this possibility. She had to tell someone. Might as well be Pastor Rich. He referred her aunt and uncle to a really good counselor after her parents and brother died. His office was always open and was support whenever she needed it. Crystal knew he would be in and she would just drop in for a few.
Ms. Nance was at the reception desk, filing some papers. She looks up and sees her and flashes a large grin. After a minute of catching up, she calls Pastor Rich and lets him know Crystal was there. Almost always he made time for his flock, especially for her.
Pastor Rich was a tall gentleman, about 6 feet, 2 inches. Grey was starting to show in his hair but still had the energy of a college kid. But the eyes were his most drawing feature for her. Something in them attracted her to him. He married and they had 4 kids.
She began to spill it all to him. The angel, the training, and even what she's seen nobody else could. Crystal couldn't read his face. He must be thinking she's crazy or something with all this rambling. After a minute or two of silence, he finally spoke.
"I knew about this from Mr. Jackson and the previous pastor. Every city with someone like you the pastor knows. I am what is called a Pastoral Counselor for the Order. Mr. Jackson must have known you were special when we had our conversations. Now I know who was to be his successor." Then he went into how he came into this group as an outsider.
"You have my word, what is said here will never leave this room. And I will never spill the secrets of who you were meant to be by the Father." He grasped her hands and then he prayed over Crystal. The meeting was then over.
She went home and told her uncle (Aunt Marty was on a trip with a friend so it was just her and Uncle David) about meeting with the pastor for a support session to help deal with the stresses of school.
David McAllister looked at his niece like his late brother would. Michael was the older, more responsible of the two of them. Seven minutes apart, they were never apart. Until that day seven years ago. Michael, his wife Mary, and their newborn son Stephen were killed in a head on collision by a drunk driver who walked away with a broken arm and bruises. It was like a part of him literally died.
Him and Marty were named godparents to his brother's kids. It must have been uncomfortable for her to look at her uncle knowing it would remind her of Dad. Emotions began to swell up inside and had to leave the table to collect himself.
Soon Crystal had mastered the fundamentals. Daniel considered teaching her some more challenging techniques, considering she was so young. He consulted with his supervisor and they agreed because of the time constraints. The Enemy was up to something.
In one of the night dream training sessions, he began to show her how to fly, yes, fly. "It's kind of like that story you loved so much as a kid, 'Peter Pan'. The writer had the right idea. Only it's trust and faith in God the Father."
Daniel now knew his problem. He taught like a 70 year old college professor droning everyone in class to sleep. In all his time training Order fighters, he never had one complaint about his old style. Except that one from the 1400s. With that thought, he realized something familiar about Crystal.....
Suddenly, Crystal snapped out of her sleep. Looking around her room, the blanket was sliding off of her. And for good reason: What she was doing in the dream, she wakes up to the same awake. It scared her, yet excited her at the same time. She fell back on the bed with some noise.
After a few minutes, she managed to calm down. Why did this happen? Had to have been something she ate earlier. Sometimes weird dreams can be triggered by food. Daniel calmed her down and she went back to sleep. "Sometimes when the session is interrupted, the effects transfer to your world."
Nobody the next morning said anything. That was a relief. Maybe her aunt and uncle thought the noise was her walking the 10 feet to the bathroom.
Andi came on over for breakfast with her mom. They did this at least once a week. Her mom was a beautiful Lumbee Indian who married a Cherokee man against her family's wishes, but warmed up to him. She looked like her mom but had Dad's eyes and grin.
He died 3 months before she was born and named Andrea after her dad Andrew. That's why they were so close. Andi never knew her father and was there when Crystal lost her parents and brother. She knew the pain of losing a parent.
Then there was school. A group, dressed in black and paper white faces, stood around the front trying to look so dark. Crystal now could see the shadows swirling around some of them, enjoying some sport. When they saw her coming, they cower in this crowd and try to sway them to move away. She heard the whimpers as she approached. The goth group in turn, reacted by walking away.
That night while sleeping, Crystal woke up in a white room. Daniel was there, waiting. She looks down and finds she's in a different outfit. A shirt and shorts with sneakers. He helps her up and brushes her off.
"Welcome to the Training Chamber. The lessons are only part of it. This is where I show you how to deal with the Enemy. This is all a dream, so if your aunt and uncle check in on you, you're safe." With a snap of his fingers, the room became like a dojo in a martial arts studio. Reminded Crystal of that movie with the computer world resistance fighters.
Now she was dressed in a karate uniform. Daniel in an obvious master's garb. "Now the lesson begins." With that, he starts with a unexpected punch. She dodges it, trying to remember her lessons from way back when. Her reflexes were still good. "Not bad, maybe that was wrong to do that. Let's try it like this..." He began to move and she followed.
It was natural, Crystal also had to have a crash course in how the Holy Spirit works. Also, how some like herself, have a genetic marker to manifest it more intensely than the average believer. She had to develop hers and fast. What she didn't know was that it would come in handy sooner than she thought.
After a week and a half, she was tired, mentally and physically. Having to keep all this under wraps along with school and Andi was very observant. It was really difficult to keep things from her best friend. They shared everything, secrets, inside jokes, the usual girl stuff.
And her aunt and uncle....that was a pain. Hopefully, she can hold them off. It was like a comic book, the excitement of developing this newly discovered gift. That night in the alley still lingered. The sights, smells, those eyes boring into her soul. But the emotions were the most intense part, that creature screaming into her ear, insulting her family and God.
Then there was the burning stone. All she could recall was that she was dying and in a last ditch effort, grabbed it. Doing what the voice told her to say. It was more like Crystal wanted to get even in a righteous rage. The fire that engulfed her when she awoke renewed her. Then the sword that came out, that surprised her most of all. Sometimes, it almost was too much for her just recalling it.
Also, her art began to reflect her emotions. Mr. Kyle was impressed. "You exceed my expectations. I knew I made the right thing by allowing you in my advanced class." He mentioned in his English accent, which Crystal always enjoyed. "There's a junior art show just before Homecoming. Would you like to submit something for that?"
Usually on Saturday morning Crystal would sleep in until around 9:30. Not today. Her sound slumber was interrupted by the alarm she didn't recall setting the night before. Daniel was in a coach's sweatsuit complete with hat and whistle. It was 8am and she was in dreamland somewhere on the beach and now is jostled into reality to the sight of this.
"Now it begins, time is of the essence." were the first words out of his mouth. "Can I get 5 more minutes?" Crystal moaned from under the covers. Daniel had a book and a writing pad in one hand. "I know that I was harsh starting out, but now I may be able to help you relate better." Opening the book, a hologram projected out of its pages. Crystal was in awe. "Give me an hour and we can do this." They could smell breakfast cooking. Hash browns, eggs, turkey bacon, and sausage. The usual Saturday breakfast.
Aunt Marty was setting up the table for three and Uncle David was reading the paper sipping coffee by the time Crystal showered, dressed and went down. The aroma of food tickled her nose. Memories.
Not long after, Crystal and Daniel went out to the park not far from the house. Daniel changed his sweatsuit for a casual flannel and jeans. In a secluded area of the park, he started to show her the history of the Order in a hologram form using the book he had earlier.
"The archangel Michael presented himself to a simple monk in what is now called England in the year 1234AD. The monk was given the gift of peering into the spiritual realm and fighting the forces physically. Also, to find others through the Holy Spirit, who are called to do the same. The two dimensions, this plane of matter and the plane where I come from, collide more often than most of you think."
Crystal watched as he began to explain the last part. Drawing a picture, Daniel showed her how the two dimensions meet. "Everything here on Earth is a reflection of what's in Heaven. Everyday since the beginning of recorded time, we angelic have fought the fallen ones. All believers can fight the enemy, but sometimes a few are gifted with physically going toe to toe with demonic creatures."
"Wait," Crystal interrupted him, "So I have this gift, all because I helped an older gentleman and he died in my arms? This would be a great plot for one of the comic books Uncle David sells in his shop."
She then looks at Daniel. "Don't tell me, Mr. Jackson was the one of you, right?" He looks at her and says, "Yes, he was. The day you encountered him in that alley, he was on his last assignment. He was being led to his successor. And it just so happens to be you."
After learning a little more history, they left to pick up Andi. She had been worried since coming over and finding out Crystal was awake and gone. The rest of the day was them at the mall, hanging out and having some fun. She was tired by the time she got home and relaxed by putting the finishing touches on her latest work of art.