Heaven’s Tour Bus

 

I dreamed that I boarded a tour bus, and I sat right up front so I could see everything up close.

First stop was at an enormous shopping mall. There were halls upon halls filled with little specialty stores. Each boutique was unique from the other, and displayed items from a place and time in history. Every place in the world had their own ‘wing’ of shopping stores, and each store represented a different time in its history. Every place and time was covered, from cave man to the future. Anything you desired could be had. All you had to do was ask the store clerk, and they then gave it to you.

The mall was crowded with many different people going in and out of the stores with their packages and purchases, each one smiling and enjoying themselves as they went about their business. But no one seen us or looked at us. It was as if we were invisible to them. They seen the tour guide angels, but they must have sensed that they were not alone, and so they stayed out of their way.

As I watched it all, my mind could hardly grasp all the choices before me. I knew it would take a lifetime to explore all the little stores. And oh, wouldn’t it be wonderful to explore them someday with my mother?

Just then, I seen someone walk by me, holding an old book open to their reading page, with a beautiful Celtic bookmark, hand-painted and stamped with gold leaf.

“Oh!” I exclaimed to my tour guide, “I’d like to have one of those!” And just then, someone else walked by from the other direction with a beautiful hair clip holding back her hair. It would be perfect for my friend. “And one of those,” I said. I turned to my guide. “Where is the store that has those?”

The guide told me it was in a different wing of the mall, and that we did not have time to go there on this tour. “Come,” the guide said to me, “we must go.”

“Wait!” I exclaimed, “couldn’t I just go into this store to get the bookmark? It’s right here in front of us.”

But the angel guide nearest to me shook its head no. “It will be delivered to you,” he said, and then we turned and got back into the tour bus.

After driving some distance, we suddenly came upon a valley as big as the Grand Canyon, with a cliff just as steep. The bus lurched out and downwards, and I screamed as I watched the earth come up to me. We tumbled, and then stopped for a moment, to see if everyone was still O.K.

Shaken but unharmed, we continued on into the depths of this valley, till we reached a small settlement of people, camped out by a big red rock. It was dry here, but pleasantly so, with the sun bright overhead, but without the searing heat. There was a light breeze blowing about, which made it a very pleasant day. Perfect picnic weather, I thought.

As I came closer, I could see the people walking about and going on about their business. They had trailer homes, propped up around each other, so they could all be together. Then, as I came close to one of them, one with a white sunshade propped up and out and a picnic table beneath it, my eyes caught a familiar sight and I stumbled.

“Is that my Father?” I whispered to the guide. I doubted it was, even though it looked exactly like him when he was in his twenties, for this man was laughing and smiling, something I had rarely seen my father do. He was talking and listening to the others around him tells him their stories, and him sharing his with them.

“Yes,” the angel answered me, “it is your father. But you must not stare at him, for that would cause him to notice you, and he is not to know right now that you are here.”

Oh! To turn my eyes away from his peaceful smiling face took everything I had in me. But I obeyed the angel, and looked away.

Our bus continued on again, and made it’s way to another grand canyon. When we came to the sharp drop again, I knew then what was in store for us, and I started to pray over and over again, “Oh my God oh my God oh my God!” till suddenly we were riding on the bottom of the canyon again. The angel must have seen the confusion on my face, for it explained to me, “this canyon is easier to access.”

This time, we rode on, till we came to a larger community, all green covered land, and mild temperatures, with little high-rises all around. Each rise, had everything that was needed in its building. The high rise was filled with people; many of them single women, all in the prime of their lives.

Then the tour guide talks to the building manager, and then the manager gives a nod, and leads us to a small room in one of the high rises. I enter and quietly look around.
The place reminded me of a laundry room, with washing machines lined up on one side of the room, while the other side had tables for one to sit upon and sort their laundry. I frowned in confusion, still not understanding. Why bring me here? I knew there must be something special about this room; I just wasn’t catching it.

Then I looked upwards to the wall and seen it.

My Mother’s cross-stitch. My mother’s ceramics. Her art work, up on the walls of the laundry room. I thought, “oh! How sweet of them to let my mother hang her work here!”
I looked closer, and seen there were several different small banners in cross-stitch, that had a date, name, and an emblem on it. Other ceramics that hung on the wall (bird, flower, bunny, dove, etc.,) was inscribed with a person’s name & date. There were several ones there with her name on it, among the other names on the wall. The manager told me the other names were Mom’s friends.

When I understood that, I looked around at the machines and wondered why heaven would even need washing machines. Then the angel stepped in and told me that these washing machines were different than the ones I knew of. These didn’t just clean dirt from clothes; they removed emotional stuff from things and cleaned it of all resentment, anger, bitterness, etc., anything that was un-Christ-like. An item could be put in the washer, and as a blinding white light would swirl in and around it, the person ‘washing their dirty laundry’, would sit at one of the tables and tell God all about their resentment, anger, bitterness, etc., and then leave those emotions with Him. The item associated with the ‘stuff’, then comes out clean and free of all ‘dirt’ and made new again.

My mother’s work, hanging on the walls, commemorated these events. Each piece of work had the person’s first name on it, along with the date. The last item on the banner or artwork was a symbol of what took the place of the ‘stuff’. The ceramics was the symbol itself, and had the person’s name etched into it, along with the date on the back of it.

How ironic! I had thought that God would somehow forcefully remove it (anger, resentment, etc.,) from a person, before letting them go through the gates of heaven. After all, I figured, why would God ever let such dirt into heaven? If He did, then it wouldn’t be heaven then anymore, would it?

But I was wrong. God does let it into heaven. He doesn’t forcefully remove it from the person. Instead, He waits for the person to get tired of the ‘dirt’ first, and then helps them to remove it. The tour guide told me that emotional ‘Dirt’ up in heaven, really stands out. It hinders the person’s joy in heaven, so one is naturally drawn to having it washed. When the spirit of God washes and purifies it, it enables them to let go of the negative emotions, which feels good and gives them more joy. All this takes place as commonly as we do our laundry down here on earth. (And mind you, unlike here, a person’s ‘stuff’ is seen as being quite separate from the people themselves!)

I was sitting on the bench and starring at my Mother’s work that hung upon the walls, when I seen my Mother walk in.

She was young and beautiful again, just like her pictures of when she was a young woman.

I quick looked at the angel again, to see if I could acknowledge her, and the angel nodded a yes.

Mom sat down beside me, and we turned to each other and held each other in our arms.
I was crying, and finding it hard to speak.

“Oh Mom,” I said, in a release of breath, “I’m so glad they’re letting me be with you!”
I wanted to tell her, all about my fears and second-guesses, of asking God to take her home to heaven, instead of having her hang on in pain down here. But in a sudden flash of realization, I sensed it wasn’t necessary, and that Mom fully understood and was glad that I had answered the way I had.

But then I found myself admitting something to her that I had not even voiced to myself down on earth. Something far deeper and uglier.

“Oh Mom,” I cried, still in her arms, “you want to know what’s really awful? If I had known just how hard and painful it would be for me without you, I would have never asked God to bring you to heaven!”

And at this, I cried more, and felt all my shame at this ugly truth revealed. I had expected her to turn away with disgust, once she realized how very self-centered and selfish I really was inside. (To think of keeping her here with me simply for my own comfort, even though it would cause her such pain!)

But she didn’t. She simply held me as I cried, and whispered words of comfort to me. “Sh, there, there, it’s O.K., I understand. It’s O.K.”

I stayed there, in her embrace; till I could feel some of her calm and peace blanket my own soul. I breathed a sigh of relief, as the last sobs racking my body faded away.
Then I looked up, to see her leaving, just like how a mother tiptoes out of her child’s room after finally getting them back to sleep. Only she wasn’t tiptoeing, she was walking, and I wasn’t quite asleep yet.

I was about to ask the angel why she could not stay longer, when the angel told me that she needed to get back to her crafts, for it was time for one of her ceramic pieces to come out of the kiln.

I got up then, and turned to the angel, thinking we would get back on the tour bus, for I was now eager to see more. But the angel let me know that the tour had ended, and with a gentle lift of her hand, I was sent back to earth and then I woke up.

 

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Rev. 21:4-5, KJV “And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away. And he that sat upon the throne said, Behold, I make all things new…”

Our New Year’s Snare

(Journal entry from New Years Day, 2015.)

I am sorry to say, that satan attacked me last night, and I succumbed.

I spent the last day of 2014 baking cookies for that evening.

All day, my husband was in an irritable mood, but I did not realize it until it was too late.

We were planning to eat our dinner, and then sit down and watch the ball drop at midnight, while snacking on cookies and chips.

But we never got that far.

While I was making supper, my husband decided to watch a movie called ‘Spinal Tap’ on television. He told the kids how funny it was, but the vibes I was getting from the show made me feel really uncomfortable. I thought to ask him to change the channel, but a voice kept whispering to me that it was o.k., and that it would soon get better. But when the main character in the movie started to swear multiple times, one right after the other, I called out my husband’s name in exasperation, upon which he then very reluctantly changed the channel.

But it wasn’t much better, for he had changed it to ‘The Twilight Zone’ marathon. Sometimes I’ve been able to watch this without a problem, but tonight was not one of them. It left me feeling uneasy. When I asked him to change the channel, he asked “To what? The three stooges?”

Then for some reason the fireplace ashes started to back up into the room, causing some of us to have health issues. Coughing, watery eyes, and headaches plagued some of the kids. My husband said he had cleaned out all the ashes a few days ago, so I figured I’d go in and wash it down with water to get rid of the rest of the soot. But when I went in, I found big piles of soot still there. So my husband resentfully decided to remove some more of the ash with a shovel, while I went to go get the vacuum cleaner. Half way through he became very angry, lost his temper, and stormed into the bedroom, saying he had ‘had it’ and that this was not what he had planned on doing for the night, so he was now going to go to bed.

I asked him if he was going to cast out the demons troubling him, but he said no and then went to bed.

After cleaning out the rest of the fireplace, the soot in the air dissipated and the kids and I were finally able to breathe freely without coughing or having our eyes tear up.

But we all knew that things were majorly wrong. We all sat down with each other to discuss with some bewilderment, what had happened. Normally their father does not loose his temper like that and storm off. Then almost at the same time, we all breathed the word “Christmas!” We realized that Christmas, several years ago, was the last time he had done such a thing. Then it hit us; we weren’t supposed to be celebrating New Years Eve!

We thought about what we had done the year before, and realized that we had watched the ball drop, but it had been by accident. The cable power had gone out that night, and it had come back on line just a few minutes before midnight. The channel it came back on to, was one that showed the New Year’s Eve festivities. So my husband and the rest of the family, all watched the ball drop last year, by accident.

But we had not planned out the night to do so like we had this year. For some reason, we thought it would be o.k., cause we didn’t have the holiday lights up or the Christmas tree in the room, so everything would be o.k.. But we were wrong.

So we stopped the festivities to do some research on line about the pagan history of New Year’s Eve. What we found reminded us of Christmas. Once again, the pagans, back in Roman times, were celebrating it with their god janus. This god had two faces on him, one looking to the future, and one to the past. (It is where they get the month ‘January’.) All the noise one makes at the stroke of midnight? It’s supposed to chase away all the evil spirits. (I laughed at this; demons are NOT scared of loud noise!) The infant new baby you always see as a symbol of the new year, is the old Greek god named dionysus, the god of wine and alcohol. Father time, the one who ushers out the old year, is none other than the grim reaper himself. When I realized that we were celebrating his holiday, my stomach turned sour. We have seen the grim reaper a few times before. He is NOT a fatherly sight!

I also researched when God said the new year was. (Yes, it is actually in the bible.) Exodus 12:1-2, “And the Eternal spake unto Moses and Aaron in the land of Egypt, saying, This month shall be unto you the beginning of months: it shall be the first month of the year to you.” So, the 1st day of the first month (Abib/Nisan) is the first day of the year. This year, it falls on March 21st, (God’s New Years Eve,) and March 22ond, (the first day of the New Year.) The exact date changes every year, but is usually in March or April of our calendar. (http://biblelight.net/feasts.htm)

But there was one thing that I discovered, that really shook me to the core. I found it on the web site http://www.rampantscotland.com/know/blknow12.htm, (check it out for more info on our New Years Eve pagan traditions,) which gives the history of the holiday from the Viking/Celtic/Scottish viewpoint. I read: “There are traditions before midnight such as cleaning the house on 31st December (including taking out the ashes from the fireplace…) ! What? Cleaning out ashes from the fireplace before midnight on New Years Eve is a pagan tradition?!? No wonder the fire place ashes had become bothersome that evening. Why didn’t it bother us on the days before? Here satan had manipulated me into following his protocols for the holiday, and I didn’t even know it!

Well, after finding all this information out, we realized that we’d really be cursing ourselves if we continued to celebrate this holiday. So we stopped. Instead, we told the Lord that we were sorry, and then asked Him to please forgive us. We didn’t see the ball drop this year. We didn’t listen to “For Auld Lang Syne” afterwards. We didn’t make a whole bunch of noise at the midnight hour either. And we did not miss it at all!

I was still uncertain what to do concerning my husband. The Lord already knew that I was reluctant to go to bed next to my husband, for now I always refuse to lay down with known demons near by. But the Lord then told me to go get the blessed olive oil and bless him as he lay sleeping. So I did, binding up and casting out any holiday demons (and or other demons like resentfulness, anger, or projection,) that were troubling him. He didn’t even wake up or stir, but I could feel that they had left him, so I was able to go to sleep peacefully.

The next morning, my husband told me that even last night he did not want the demons troubling him. (I guess this was some kind of misunderstanding between us.) My husband and I then both hugged each other and said sorry to each other, and then agreed to not celebrate New Years Day. No watching the Rose Bowl Parade, or games, or other New Years Day activities. So, today has been just a regular day for us.

But- it has been a good one!

Now I find myself wondering just how in the world did satan get me to fall back into such a corrupted hole again? I felt as if I had landed in a snare! We had stopped celebrating it because we had sensed that it too, was pagan. So I had known that the holiday was not of the Lord, yet I had fallen back into old habits again. Lord, please help me to never forget again! I can hear the old warning of the Lord call out “Learn not the ways of the heathen!” (Jeremiah 10:2) I can see the dangers of learning their ways. Especially when they become habit and tradition!

Please Jesus, place your truth in and over the hearts of us and all of Your people. Help us to see clearly how best to worship You and love You as You have asked us to do. Help us to not stray from Your Word, which instructs us on how to follow You and worship You. And please Lord, stop us from adding anything on to it! Wake us up! Help us to keep our eyes focused on YOU!

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“You shall not bow down to their gods, nor serve them, nor do after their works…lest they make you sin against Me…their gods…will surely be a snare unto you” (Ex. 23:24, 33)

“Take heed to thyself that thou be not snared by following them, after that they be destroyed from before thee; and that thou inquire not after their gods, saying ‘How did these nations serve their gods? even so will I do likewise.’ Thou shalt not do so unto the eternal they God: for every abomination to the Eternal, WHICH HE HATETH, have they done to their gods ….” (Deut. 12:30-31.)

“In VAIN do they worship me,” said Jesus Christ, “teaching for doctrines the commandments of men!”
“Full well YE REJECT THE COMMANDMENT OF GOD, that ye may keep your own tradition, … making the Word of God of none effect through your tradition, which ye have delivered!” (Mark 7:7, 9, 13.)

II Kings 17:15-18, “And they rejected his statutes, and his covenant that he made with their fathers, and his testimonies which he testified against them; and they followed vanity, and became vain, and went after the heathen that were round about them, concerning whom the Lord had charged them, that they should not do like them!”

“Therefore the LORD was very angry with Israel, and removed them out of his sight …. and afflicted them, and delivered them into the hand of spoilers, until he had cast them out of his sight …. so was Israel carried away out of their own land to Assyria unto this day!” (II Kings 17:18, 20, and 23.)

“For I am the LORD, I CHANGE NOT!” Malachi 3:6. (This same reminder is repeated in Hebrews 13:8.)

“As for you, O house of Israel, thus saith the Eternal God; Go ye, serve ye every one his idols and thereafter also, if ye will not hearken unto me: but POLLUTE YE MY HOLY NAME NO MORE with your gifts and with your idols” (Ezek. 20:39).

Hosea 2:11: “I will also cause all her mirth to cease, HER feast days {days THE PEOPLE chose}, HER new moons {marking the beginning of the pagan New Year}, and her sabbaths, and all her solemn feasts.” Notice that these were Israel’s feast days — those Israel had acquired from the pagan nations around them — NOT those God had originally instituted through His Bible! “And I will visit upon her the DAYS OF BAALIM, wherein she burned incense to them …” (verse 13)! (This is a quote with scripture from: http://www.bodyofchristonline.us/newyearseve/)

Daniel 7:25King James Version (KJV) “And he shall speak great words against the most High, and shall wear out the saints of the most High, and think to change times and laws: and they shall be given into his hand until a time and times and the dividing of time.”

1 Kings 18: 21 “And Elijah came unto all the people, and said, How long halt ye between two opinions? if the Lord be God, follow him: but if Baal, then follow him. And the people answered him not a word.”

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http://www.bodyofchristonline.us/newyearseve/
http://rcg.org/articles/wcdcny.html
http://www.simpletoremember.com/articles/a/newyearshistory/
http://www.twilightbridge.com/hobbies/festivals/newyear/custom.htm
http://www.tartanplace.com/newyear/newyrcustom/general.html

Our Family’s Testimony Concerning Halloween

As a young child, Halloween was my favorite time of the year. I loved it even more than Christmas. But things changed when I became a believer. Something then just didn’t feel right about the holiday anymore.

Our family tried to keep it more upbeat, by not allowing our kids to wear costumes that were evil or scary looking. I tried carving an angel into our pumpkin, instead of the traditional scary face, and I played Christian music that spoke of fighting off witches, or demons, and proclaimed the glory of Christ instead of satan, while the trick-or-treaters came to our door for candy.

But nothing worked. Those feelings of ‘something is not right’, became stronger.

It also became harder for our family to afford to celebrate the holiday. Every year costumes had to be purchased or made, and the amounts of candy needed to make it through the night was growing more and more every year. Apparently, our suburban neighborhood was becoming known for having the best hand outs, for kids were bussed to our area in huge yellow school buses, and dropped off at one end of the street, and then picked up again at the end of the street, after the hoards had swarmed their way through the yards and doors of the neighboring homes. These kids rarely spoke a word of English, (most spoke Spanish,) and hearing a thank you when given the candy was just as rare. If you ran out of the candy, you would get egged, or even had your yard or car vandalized.

In our history lessons, (we homeschooled,) we were beginning to learn about the history of Halloween, and how it all began. (http://www.lasttrumpetministries.org/tracts/tract10.html , http://www.demonbuster.com/halloween.html , and what the bible says about it: http://www.preparingforeternity.com/hallween.htm for an idea of some of the things we learned.) It was horrible to realize that some of our own Irish ancestors took part in such Baal worship where torture, horror, and death ruled. A group would go from house to house, demanding a person to be sacrificed on that night, and if a person was given over to be tortured, raped, and killed, (usually a slave girl,) then a lighted gourd would be given to them, to put in front of their home, as a sign to others that they had already given one of their humans over to the ceremony. If they refused to hand over anyone, then a hex was painted on their home in blood, which meant that someone in that home was marked for death and would be killed sometime that year. At the ceremony, they had a cauldron of boiling hot apples and cider. If you wanted to try and save yourself from the death that would follow, you could try to grab an apple with your teeth. But your hands would be tied behind your back, and few were able to get that apple. Those that did were scarred for life, for the boiling cider burned the face off to the point that you were almost unrecognizable. They also had The Wicker Man, where humans were put inside this huge wicker basket/prison that was formed into the shape of a man, and when it was filled with humans, it was set on fire, and the people inside of it were burned alive. This was definitely a part of our family’s history that we would rather renounce and turn away from, rather than remember every year!

Well, finally one year, we decided to not celebrate it anymore.

That first year was hard for our kids, for they were still quite young and they felt left out. We gave them bags of their favorite candy, but it just wasn’t the same. We spent the night at a friend’s house out in the country, where they did not have trick-or-treaters coming up to their door for candy. It did help us, and was a godsend to us, for their family had many children that helped to take our kids minds off of missing the celebration.

Mean time, someone (or several people,) egged and toilet papered our house and yard.

The following year we went to the movies instead, missing out from the most of the activities.

And we cleaned up more rotten eggs from our window screens, car, and home.

The year after that, we stayed home, in the hopes of stopping whom ever it was from egging our home again. We did manage to scare off the group of tweens doing this, but it was unpleasant to have to keep off all the lights in the house for the evening, in the hopes that no trick-or-treaters would come to our door. A few tried, but soon left when there was no answer.

Our car was deeply keyed instead, several days later.

Thankfully, we soon moved out into the country, we found that there were no trick-or-treaters out here. The local small shops downtown would have a night for everyone to go to and get their treat instead.

The first Halloween out at our new place, was quite memorable to my children. They had such peace and joy that night, it almost shone off of their faces. I had to ask them why this was so, for it confused me. They then asked me in astonishment, “Mom! Can’t you SEE them? The angels are EVERYWHERE! Can’t you hear their singing?” Well, sadly, I could not. But it was enough for me to see their own contentment on such a night, for I had been concerned that we would have trouble during that time. (This was during the worst of what we were going through with our cursed land, and right before I learned about cleaning the land.) That night, thanks to all the angels and to our God Jesus Christ the messiah for sending them, we had no problems at all.

The following year, we learned more lessons about Halloween.

When we would go out shopping, we would come across Halloween decorations that were filled with demons. We could feel them try to reach out and attack us. We found that we could not cast them out, (for they were often there through legal rights given to them by the owner of the store,) but we were able to bind them up in the name of Jesus, so that they would be forced to leave us alone. Still though, it became a stressful time in general to be out shopping, so we tried to curtail the number of outings we make during the season. For us, it has become more of a day and a season of mourning instead, especially when we see those around us look upon the holiday as nothing but a bit of harmless fun.

We found that a build up of spiritual spiders and their webs, demonic bats, rats, owls, and black ravens occurred in our home, the closer the days came to Halloween. We would catch glimpses of them out of the corner of our eyes, and think it was just our imagination. They increased in number, until Halloween, when they all decided to attack us in unison. We got very little sleep that night, and spent most of it casting out all the demons that had infiltrated our home. The following year, (and ever since then,) we went through the house and wherever we sensed something may be hiding, we said positive pieces of scripture out loud, and then cast the demons out in Jesus name. That Halloween, (and every one since then,) we had very little spiritual oppression. Whatever we did sense, was small and easy to cast out.

So, I write to you, so that you may hear our family’s testimony concerning Halloween, and to be forthright in fighting off those roaming evil spirits that might try to attack you in your own home. Don’t wait for Halloween night to do this. Begin now! Go from room to room reciting a positive scripture (psalm 91 is our favorite for this, – even pieces of it does the job,) and casting out any hidden demons in Jesus name. Cover your land and home, and all that reside in it, with the blood of Jesus. This is always a good spiritual practice to exercise at any time of the year. But for Halloween and the Christian, it is essential!

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“And have no fellowship with the unfruitful works of darkness, but rather reprove them.” (Ephesians 5:11.)

“Abstain from all appearance of evil.” (1 Thessalonians 5:22.)

“When thou art come into the land which the LORD thy God giveth thee, thou shalt not learn to do after the abominations of those nations. There shall not be found among you any one that maketh his son or his daughter to pass through the fire, or that useth divination, or an observer of time, or an enchanter, or a witch, Or a charmer, or a consulter with familiar spirits, or a wizard, or a necromancer. For all that do these things are an abomination unto the LORD: and because of these abominations the LORD thy God doth drive them out from before thee.” (Deuteronomy 18:9-12.)

“Regard not them that have familiar spirits, neither seek after wizards, to be defiled by them; I am the LORD your God.” (Leviticus 19:31.)

“And many that believed came, and confessed, and shewed their deeds. Many of them also which used curious arts brought their books together, and burned them before all men: and they counted the price of them, and found it fifty thousand pieces of silver.” (Acts 19:18-19.)

“Learn not the way of the heathen . . . for the customs of the people are vain,” (Jeremiah 10:2-3).

“And what concord hath Christ with Belial or what part hath he that believeth with an infidel? And what agreement hath the temple of God with idols? For ye are the temple of the living God; as God hath said, I will dwell in them, and walk in them; and I will be their God, and they shall be my people. Wherefore come out from among them, and be ye separate,” (II Corinthians 6:15-17).

“Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil, as a roaring lion, walketh about, seeking whom he may devour,” (I Peter 5:8)

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