Revealed Glory


Hi Everybody!

I just feel like I’m in a state of worship and wanted to share this awesome song to y’all by James Fortune & FIYA called Revealed.

Have you ever longed for God’s Glory to be revealed? Even in this season of Christmas, I don’t see my Lord as a baby in a manger…He is the Glorious Christ awaiting for His Bride which is us who are on Earth while He is in Heaven. Worship is the greatest gift we can give the Lord more than anything in this world. Nothing else matters but Worshiping our Glorious God everyday of our lives. There are times when I have absolutely no words to say but just bask in the presence of the Lord. Just allow your heart and your spirit to be surrounded by His Glory. Yes, we all have needs….but our Father in Heaven also has needs from His children. He needs to know that We love Him. He needs to know that and the only way He can know this is through our worship towards Him. So when you listen to this song…wrap your entire being and worship Him in SPIRIT and in TRUTH. The Father is seeking us to do this for Him.

God bless you everybody and Remember to seek His Face so that His Glory may be revealed unto you. Enjoy this song! :)

 

Would You Recognize a Christian Cult if You Were In One?


 

Would You Recognize a Christian Cult if You Were In One?

News headlines are filled with stories of religioius cults rising across the country. Charisma News Editor Jennifer LeClaire offers insights on how to recognize a Christian cult.

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Captivated by the Occult


 

Captivated by the Occult

 

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Don’t be fooled as I was. Recognize occultic influences for what they are.

I didn’t want to face my furies. I wanted someone else to do it for me. As a compulsive person, I was particularly vulnerable to the quick fix of mind-bending fads and cults.

Compulsive people are dependency-prone. And from childhood I’d been attracted by the invisible world.

Superstition was part and parcel of New England life. There were rabbit’s foot keychains and horseshoes nailed over doorways.

Then came the Ouija board craze. Great mysteries were revealed by this means, a neighbor assured me. She had special clairvoyant insights, and in my early teens I made frequent visits to her house seeking answers to all kinds of problems.

Once as a seventh-grader, my friend Betty Lou and I attended a magic show at the Barre (Vermont) Municipal Auditorium. When the magician needed volunteers, we streaked to the stage.

Perched on wooden folding chairs, we stared obediently into his intense blue eyes. Later friends told us that after being given hypnotic suggestions, we had scratched frantically as if covered by fleas and shivered violently from icy cold blasts.

Afterward, my mind wouldn’t focus. I felt confused, disjointed. The next morning I made the mile walk back to the auditorium. At my knock the door was flung open, and there he stood.

“I’m one of the people you hypnotized last night,” I told him. “I’ve felt strange ever since you woke us up. My mind seems fuzzy. Everything is all mixed up.”

“You must be one of the very sensitive ones,” he replied. “Really, what I did last night was routine. Perhaps you went into a higher plane of consciousness than the others.”

He pulled a chair beside mine and explained that he would call upon a higher power to help me. I didn’t understand the words he used after that.

Ten minutes or more passed. His voice trailed off into a chant.

“You should have no further problems now, Miss,” he said.

I thanked him weakly and backed out of the room. But a part of me that had felt safe and secure before, now felt violated.

Dabbling With Deception
Psychic phenomena continued to fascinate and lure me. Shortly after representing my state as Miss Vermont in the Miss America pageant, I visited a woman who told fortunes with a deck of cards.

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