Thursday, March 18, 2010
Create Awrestling Belt Online
personal There are two areas I have struggled with much of my youth. The first is the television I have always been passionate about the media in all its forms. In fact, much of my teens I worked as a cartoonist and graphic designer for magazines and newspapers.
could spend more than five hours channel surfing with the remote control, going systematically over sixty channels. Never considered it a weakness, it soothed my conscience with the argument that was just informing. After all, I needed to disconnect from the daily stresses. However, little by little, the hours lost in front of the TV managed to dispel my prayer life. "I can handle this with maturity, he said, if I choose what to watch, so I never have problems with my spiritual life." One night, after turning off the TV, I went to my room to pray and asked the Lord what I needed so that He could use me. Then I heard a voice in the heart: "I want to fast. But no fast food, but a fast legitimate things. " That meant
On June 17, 1996 I traveled to San Nicolas, Buenos Aires, to preach at a youth summit. In prayer I asked the Lord to show me if there was still something to continue tarnishing my communion with him was when I could clearly hear: "Your ministry." I told the Lord how was grateful for the work with youth and he longed to know whether there was any impediment to closer to Him, "Your ministry"-were again the only two words I heard clearly. God was telling me that my work in the work of God had taken the place that belonged only to him
abstain from certain "pleasures" that were not necessarily sin but I was requested by God. A fast "legitimate things" implies then refusing inconvenient friendships, conversations or idle hours in front of the TV screen. If you think I complained, he is right. After 'explain' the Lord to watch TV is not a sin nor does see a movie I would leave the sentence, and then to wield many other excuses, I realized that God wanted me to start my time in the cross fasting from all occupied my valuable time. I appreciate the fast of food, but I am convinced that it is no use to refrain from food all day then if we "choked" with television or any other distractions the rest of the week. So, being dead to the flesh means being able to give everything not only in a fast casual, but throughout our lives.
second thing was that I loved to face disproportionate to the ministry. On June 17, 1996 I traveled to San Nicolas, Buenos Aires, to preach at a youth summit. In prayer I asked the Lord to show me if there was still something to continue tarnishing my communion with him was when I could clearly hear: "Your ministry." I told the Lord how was grateful for the work with youth and he longed to know whether there was any impediment to closer to Him, "Your ministry"-were again the only two words I heard clearly. God was telling me that my work in the work of God had taken the place that belonged only to him
"Oh, dear Lord, I prayed, I've struggled with more complex and much of my youth and all that gave me hope was meeting you. The ministry is all I have is my motor, my oxygen. You know how I love to preach and to cross, if you ask me why, I can absolutely nothing. " Although all the above was true, too that love for the ministry, he knew, who outshone had given me. And when the prophecy becomes greater than its own generator, it is necessary to sacrifice on the altar.
The hunger for success had taken control and the hunger for God was the back seat. Cela God we love this stand. The Lord, if necessary, we start from the pulpits and lead us to intimacy, the private room for prayer.
remember a time in my life where literally came to bed exhausted, in others only look old sermon outlines to choose which preach that night. And though all my heart activities made them and were quite laudable, it also dried my spiritual life, ie my occupations spoiled my altar. I even got to the point of commitment to preach to a full two years in advance! At that moment I was made to be so young and having so much activity connected with the Kingdom. But God is not important to a full agenda but a good relationship with him
Amid this chaos of activities, I got an invitation to one of the most important conferences in Latin America. Of course I accepted willingly and set a date. When I cut the phone, God told me clearly: "You're not going. I want to suspend all your invitation and come to my altar. You in the mornings to chat face to face. " Obviously it was not easy to obey, but he was not ready to devour my ministry intimate communion with Him
credentials and doctors do not enable you to be anointed, just go through the cross makes the difference.
(Dante Gebel)
The hunger for success had taken control and the hunger for God was the back seat. Cela God we love this stand. The Lord, if necessary, we start from the pulpits and lead us to intimacy, the private room for prayer.
remember a time in my life where literally came to bed exhausted, in others only look old sermon outlines to choose which preach that night. And though all my heart activities made them and were quite laudable, it also dried my spiritual life, ie my occupations spoiled my altar. I even got to the point of commitment to preach to a full two years in advance! At that moment I was made to be so young and having so much activity connected with the Kingdom. But God is not important to a full agenda but a good relationship with him
Amid this chaos of activities, I got an invitation to one of the most important conferences in Latin America. Of course I accepted willingly and set a date. When I cut the phone, God told me clearly: "You're not going. I want to suspend all your invitation and come to my altar. You in the mornings to chat face to face. " Obviously it was not easy to obey, but he was not ready to devour my ministry intimate communion with Him credentials and doctors do not enable you to be anointed, just go through the cross makes the difference.
(Dante Gebel)
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Stripped Fuselage Piper Azteca
El Patio Encantado (sixth issue)
VI
"When the unclean spirit out of man,
goes through arid places seeking rest;
finding none, he says: "I will return to my house whence I came."
(Luke 11:24)
and I thought we were facing. I decided to ignore it. Not mine. I had never been mine, nor I to him.
Behind me, the murmur of a nearby sea area told me that was mutated.
However, its bold insistence to be noted irritated me so much that I watched from the front straight.
I was so careless ...
Al scrutinize inside I noticed with astonishment in a kind of darkness that had never known. A strong sulfur smell kept me breathing and I felt very close to me as looking for accommodation. My stomach sank and I was involved with a blind terror and brutal. Then I remembered that it was a thought. "I will not be home."
I quickly turned towards the sea, sand foam curd, beach crabs traveled by sea water eyes. These so rare crabs concentrated in some kind of joint activity.
I followed his progress from a distance. We
and by geographical variations and some wounds I had belonged. They walked back over my scars, so campers. I note however that their eyes were fading in the delivery of one injury, as a kind of strange offering. Postpone the resolution of this problem when I grew up.
And I ran to meet my childhood.
I quickly turned towards the sea, sand foam curd, beach crabs traveled by sea water eyes. These so rare crabs concentrated in some kind of joint activity.
I followed his progress from a distance. We
and by geographical variations and some wounds I had belonged. They walked back over my scars, so campers. I note however that their eyes were fading in the delivery of one injury, as a kind of strange offering. Postpone the resolution of this problem when I grew up.
And I ran to meet my childhood.
my twelve years there were frolicking in a fountain filled with Forget Me Not. I was with them a trail of flowers then journeyed, soaked in Oblivion. He becomes a kind of castle. A reddish cobblestone courtyard toiled led to a large main room that looked out, afraid of the future who is spying on a past that has scheduled its present. I could see myself in a bright afternoon, sitting at a table on which lay stretched grapes of desire and the sweetness of love. Red wine was poured from one pot to the cup that held my hand for a black man, beautiful, I could see me laugh a smile that had something of an angel and a lot of animal, his gaze on me never ends and the conversation was like a talisman that all transmuting, it was a special love, ours.
As a logical consequence, that seemed to me eternal desktop.
A commanding voice led me traced back to a more advanced stage of that life, at a time that I was important to my growth ... "Please do not annoy me, I wanted to resist. But instead, I obeyed.
suddenly had read about forty years. She was alone.
The voice told me I was the last day of that life. "I can not," I replied, thinking unusually in crabs.
- Does he? Inquired the voice.
"Not me. I must have died when he was ... "I said. And I started to mourn. I want to go that afternoon ... "I pleaded. Not sure who or what, but it was obvious that he had given to someone or something in control.
-A party, want to go back for lunch? -Was surprised voice.
- It was not a party, was a desktop! "I protested. Give it back! "I implored, in tears.
"I loved a lot. Conjectured voice.
"It's not a question of space but of time," he reflected, overcoming sadness.
Indeed, there we were, once, but at the same place, he and I, dancing the Waltz of the Flowers, with a passion that nothing short of madness. That if it was such, was in a state of exaltation liable to be fought under the sign of imbalance. Although the dance was not visible.
"Yes. Because I loved too much. Bled as I wondered where were the damn crabs, my antidote.
The arrival of dawn broke the spell. I returned to the yard away from storm. The reality of the kitchen, strawberry jam, the mints and chocolate ice cream should be ready for that afternoon, which meet Augusta twenty years. I fit an apron with tears and sorrow did not recognize. Everything became a dream, last but not least, I undertook with the unexpected. And it is not expected, often suffer rejection.
My conclusion was that the freedom of spirit sometimes drag chains forged in the Underworld.
(To be continued ..)
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