Spiritually Tainted Meat

The other day our family was cleaning out the freezers. One of my kids picked up a package of grass fed ground beef that I had purchased not too long ago. It felt different to him somehow, so he asked the Lord why. The Holy Spirit told him to look underneath the package and read what was on it. At the very bottom of the back of the package there was a symbol my son had never seen before. When he looked at it closer, (it was kind of hard to see it for the writing was in small print,) one word stood out starkly from all the rest.

He knew what that word meant. THIS FOOD HAD BEEN SACRIFICED TO AN IDOL!

Immediately my son called me over and gave it to me and told me to look at that symbol on the back of the package. When I seen what it said I almost dropped it! Suddenly I could see all the snake-like demons wreathing around inside the package just waiting to be consumed by someone so they could move into them and bite them. I was horrified!

We bound them up in Jesus name and proclaimed the packages of meat as garbage. I then bound up and cast out any demons we may have unknowingly consumed through the eating of such meat in Jesus name. I started to throw them out, but decided to return them to the grocery store. I wanted the manager of the store to know exactly why I was returning them and why I would not be buying that brand any longer.

So the next day we drove into the city to return them. All the way there, despite them being bound, I could sense them slithering around in the bag by my feet. The tension in the car was palpable.
When I returned them to the store, I told them that this symbol meant that the animal had been killed as a sacrifice to a god, and as a Christian I refused to have any part of it for it was food sacrificed unto an idol.

Of course, as expected, she looked at me as if I was on the loony side, and got a hold of the manager on duty. I sensed the girl also thought of herself as a Christian, but I could tell she was one that followed Paul and not Christ, for I seen her self-righteous demon surface and leer at me, and I knew she was thinking of Paul’s words, that labeled me as a weaker brethren, (see Romans 14:2 below,) which meant in her eyes, she was better than I. (How like Satan to get us to play that game!)

When the manager on duty came I told her about it and asked that I wanted it to be known and recorded as to why it was being returned. They assured me the message would be passed on.

When we left the store, the peace in the car was an overwhelming relief!

We went to a different grocery store and found some grass fed ground beef that did not have the symbol on it. We stocked up on them and told the cashier there why we were doing so. I thanked them for carrying a brand that I could have.

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“That ye abstain from meats offered to idols, and from blood, and from things strangled, and from fornication: from which if ye keep yourselves, ye shall do well. Fare ye well.” Acts 15:29 KJV

“Instead, we should write and tell them to abstain from food polluted by idols, from sexual immorality, from the meat of strangled animals, and from blood.” Acts 15:20 (not KJV).

Acts 21:25 As for the Gentile believers, we have written them our decision that they must abstain from food sacrificed to idols, from blood, from the meat of strangled animals, and from sexual immorality.”

Revelation 2:14 But I have a few things against you, because some of you hold to the teaching of Balaam, who taught Balak to place a stumbling block before the Israelites so they would eat food sacrificed to idols and commit sexual immorality.

Revelation 2:20 But I have this against you: You tolerate that woman Jezebel, who calls herself a prophetess. By her teaching she misleads My servants to be sexually immoral and to eat food sacrificed to idols.

(Paul says in Romans 14:2 (KJV) “For one believeth that he may eat all things: another, who is weak, eateth herbs.)

A Miracle: I Survived The Bite Of A Black Widow Spider

(FYI: Nothing in this missive is to be taken as medical advice. If you are in need, go to the Great Physician.)

It was in the middle of the summer, and the temperature had soared to over a hundred degrees every day for the past three weeks. Our puny little air conditioner could never seem to keep up with the heat. I was getting sick of it. Literally.

So when my husband told me that it was going to be another blistering day, I decided to take my paperwork and go downstairs to sit by the air conditioner.

But the Holy Spirit told me no. “Stay up here and work,” He told me.

But I became angry at the command. “No!” I said in response. “I am sick and tired of being so hot all the time! I’m getting a break from it!”

So I took my work and went downstairs.

It was much cooler there. I sat at the table (this was the school table where we did our work during the week,) and felt relieved as I felt the cool breeze on my skin.

Then I felt something crawling on my leg. I thought it must be the fly that had been in the kitchen earlier. I felt the Holy Spirit tell me to look and make sure, but once again, I foolishly ignored Him. Without looking, I used my other foot to brush it off my leg.

That night, began one of the worst nights of my life. My heart pounded like it was trying to escape my chest, and every time I tried to lay down, I felt my lungs fill up with fluid till I had to sit up just to breathe. My head ached, and I felt almost like I had a severe case of the flu.

For three days, I was intensely ill.

I went back to the Lord and begged for His forgiveness, and asked Him to have mercy on me and help me. I push prayed until I heard Him give me directions. He told me not to go to the hospital, but instead was to take a certain number of vitamin C’s, B vitamins, and calcium pills, and to repeat this as He instructed.

I told Him that I could not, for I had run out of calcium pills several days ago, and was waiting for the shipment to arrive any day.

“Go look,” He said.

“It’s not there, Lord! I’d just be wasting my energy!”

“GO LOOK!”, He insisted.

Sigh. I knew my God was not going to give up. So I said “Fine! I’ll go look!”

It wasn’t where I usually keep it; it was sitting right at eye level, in front of the other bottles of assorted vitamins.

I was amazed. I figured that my husband had probably seen the shipment, and had begun unpacking it for me, but got called away before he could put them all away.

I thanked God, took the medicine, and slowly started to feel better.

A week later, and I was still suffering from the strange symptoms. So I went to the doctor.

He listened to my symptoms, looked at my swollen leg, (It looked like I had a half a grapefruit hiding under the skin,) and promptly diagnosed me with a black widow spider bite. He said I was fortunate that I had survived the poison, but that there was little he could do for me now, as the worst of the danger had passed. (The anti-venom was contraindicated this late in the game.)

So I went home, and researched on line what one could do for a black widow spider bite. To my amazement, one web site suggested taking large doses of vitamin C, B vitamins, and calcium, every few hours.

I thanked my husband for putting the bottle of calcium in my closet, but he said he didn’t do it. “Maybe one of the boys did it,” he replied. I figured he must be right.

But a week later, I got a notice in my email from the supplier of those calcium pills. “We are sorry to inform you, that the product you ordered has not yet shipped out, because it is still on back order…”

I was shocked. I went back into the closet to stare at the bottle of calcium pills. They looked no different from what I usually use. They were the same brand and dose as I usually keep on hand. But I took them and hugged them to my chest, and thanked God for sending them to me. When they ran out, I wanted to keep the bottle to remember it by, but the Lord said it might become an idol and that I was not to keep it, so I threw it out.

The symptoms lasted for close to a year. It is not something I would wish upon another living thing, ever.

This last night of Hanukkah, we remember what the Lord Jesus has done for us. This was one of them.

May you be blessed abundantly by the Lord God of all,
C. Dunamis

My Betrothed Returns!

A Dream… 

 

I was in a place, where the surroundings looked almost medieval,
Where swords, shields, bows and arrows were mostly used,
Amongst old pyramid-like stone structures, caves, and castles.

A major fight was going on within the compound that I was in,
A fight between good and evil.
This fight, felt like it had been going on for a millennia or more.
I was the next one in line
To pick up my sword and fight the evil that kept attacking us.
I was a young woman, still in the bloom of my youth,
Lean, toned, clear skinned, and long flowing hair,
Dressed in a warriors’ garb,
I was reasonably attractive au natural,
And was told this was due to the genes of my forefather.

I knew I had become a good fighter, for now the evil ruler
(set or shiva; its name could change through out the years,
But it was the same demon ruler of darkness, destruction, and death) 
Sent groups of his fighters to attack me,
instead of just one or two at a time.
Ugly they were: a mix of various demons,
Some like a goblin or a gargoyle,
Others like a chimera, half animal half insect,
Whatever their form or shape.
I had learned how to recognize what they looked like,
And could even sense where they were,
even when they thought themselves well hidden,
and could defend myself well, when they attacked.
They usually tried attacking me with their bow and arrows.
Those creatures who were large enough
And high up in the enemy’s camp,
Had swords of their own,
Some even had their own unique weapons
Devised just for them to use.
The swords of the enemies though larger,
were not as strong as mine,
And were often more blunt, bent, and dull.
(Deadly however, if ignored!)
So, like a heroine in a medieval movie,
I kept clearing them out of the areas that we lived in,
And off of the land that our clan owned.

When I managed to slice through them
Or pierce them with my sword,
They would shriek, hiss, and howl,
Before turning quickly to ash vapor
And disappearing from our world.

Sometimes I would have help
In fighting them off
From other warriors in our camp,
But most of the time,
There was enough evil around to always keep each one of us
Busy fighting off our own attacks.

I was in one of the rooms, (a bedroom?)
Fighting off the last of a lower caste hoard of demons,
(they used mostly bow and arrows to attack,)
I turned to go out of the room
And into the next fighting area,
When I suddenly seen a great and handsome warrior
Standing before me.

Tall, broad shouldered, with steady brown eyes,
Dressed also as a warrior from our clan,
He was so handsome, that I paused, impressed,
And simply starred at him.
Inwardly, I sensed, just for a moment,
that there was something about him that seemed slightly familiar,
something that perhaps I should know,
but I quickly cast the thought out of my mind,
as probably being a trick of the enemy,
for it would not be the first time that this kind of deception
had been played upon my people. 

As he stood there expectantly,
I moved forward to walk past him,
But he reached out and tried to grab my arm,
And said “I’m back! Come!”

Shock, (how dare he!) roiled through me,
And I immediately moved my silver sword
So it came between me and him.

I expected him to back off,
for if he was of the enemy, such a sword would cause fear in him,
but instead, his head moved slightly back and his eyes blinked.
But the rest of him remained unmoved.

“In case you haven’t noticed,” I said to him,
“there’s a war going on around here.
So if you really are on our side,
Pick up your sword and fight!”

His arm lowered then, and he took a step back from me.
“You really don’t recognize me, do you?” he asks.

The sound of an impending fresh attack nearby,
Wailed its arrival through the door.

“I know what will help you to remember,” he says. “Follow me.”
He motioned out towards the hallway,
Towards an alcove just a short distance from the door.

I followed,
For all the fighting action was now outside the room anyways,
And I was curious to see what he had to show me.

We came to the alcove,
Where the statue of a false god, an old idol,
Lay broken on its back.
It was shiva the god of death,
The one who brings destruction and darkness,
The one who was defeated long ago by our King.

“Do you remember what happened here?” he asked me.
“Of course,” I responded. “Our great King sacrificed himself
So he could descend into the underworld and defeat lord shiva.” 

“Look,” he said, bending down to touch the bronze statue.

And as I watched, his touch turned the charred bronze statue
Into a small white crumbling biscuit.
He then picked it up, broke off a piece of its foot,
And handed it to me.

“I can’t take that,” I responded to him with wariness.
“It’s from an idol. We have been told to stay away from such evil.”

But he still held it out to me.
“eat it,” he said, “and then you will remember.”

It seemed different somehow,
Transformed upon his touch,
And no longer seemed to be from the idol.
So I took it from him,
And looked at it closely.
It was of a pure white color in the center,
And lightly browned on the outside.
It was covered with rows of stripes
With dotted indentations in between them.
I could not see nor feel nor smell any evil coming from it at all.

At that moment,
The enemy rounded the corner into our area,
And tried to renew its attack on us in earnest.

But this regiment was no match for the man warrior
That had just given me the biscuit to eat.
I watched him lay waste to scores of them at a time
With just one slash of his sword.

As he pursued the enemy,
he called forth a rallying cry to the rest of our clan,
“Come! Let’s go!”
to all who were able to hear.

Upon seeing this,
I took the crumbling piece of biscuit in to my mouth and chewed.
I gasped, and then swallowed it,
As shock flooded my whole being.

This man…he was my fiancée, by beloved!

I ran after him,
And soon caught up to him,
With the battle still all around us.

“You are my fiancée, my betrothed!” I said to him
With shock and accusation in my voice.
I went up to him and tried to grab some of his top into my fist,
so I could pull him closer to me,
but the enemy attack came between us,
So my beloved had to turn and fight them off.

“How come you didn’t just tell me you were my betrothed?!”

“Would you have believed me if I had?”

My shoulders slumped, realizing my answer. “No,” I sighed.

The fighting continued all around us,
But at this point, my focus was not so much on fighting off the enemy,
It was on my beloved. 

I chose my fights with purpose,
Battling out the ones that were between me and my beloved,
So I could get closer to him.

As I did so, I told him that I had been waiting for such a long time for him to return,
That I had almost begun to despair of him ever coming back!
I shared with him, how tiresome it had become for me,
To keep fighting the enemy daily, hourly, without much reprieve.

At this point, we had created a break in the fighting,
So I was finally able to run into his arms.
Oh! The feel of his warmth and comfort!
Strongly shielded in his embrace
It felt so good to be held by him again,
I almost forgot about the battle going on around me!

But the moment was short lived,
For the enemy then came down upon us from above,
Crashing down on top of us, spears and arrows pointing at us.
We surely would have been killed,
except for the strength and fast reflexes of my beloved,
who was able to lift up his shield at the last moment,
and provide a shelter for us underneath it.

For a moment there, under his shield, there was complete peace.

When the weight of the enemy began to grow heavy,
he gave one mighty shove upwards,
Which caused all the demons to tumble back and fall.

He then grabbed my hand again,
Pulled me back onto my feet,
And together we ran out the door.
I then woke up.

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