Unbroken Bible Study Weekly Devotion

March 6, 2019

Unbroken Bible Study Weekly Devotion

 

 

 

 

 

 

Scripture

Acts 2:38-39 King James Version (KJV)

38 Then Peter said unto them, Repent, and be baptized every one of you in the name of Jesus Christ for the remission of sins, and ye shall receive the gift of the Holy Ghost.

39 For the promise is unto you, and to your children, and to all that are afar off, even as many as the Lord our God shall call.

Observation

The promise of the Holy spirit isn’t reserved for only pastors, ministers and your regular church folk. It is available for everyone, if we repent and are baptized in the name of Jesus Christ. Don’t be afraid to share the love of Jesus Christ with anyone because you could be the last person they come across. We don’t need a title to minister to someone, if the holy spirit resides in us.

Application

We need to repent daily as we all fall short of the Glory and are natural borne sinners. It takes daily renewal of our mind to become more and more christ-like. I will repent and be thankful everyday for the presence of the Holy Spirit. I will be a light on to others, never judging, so that they may one day walk with Jesus too. 

Prayer

Dear Father, forgive me of my sins in thoughts, actions, words and in-action. Thank you for sending your son Jesus Christ, who died so that I may live. Thank you for the presence of the Holy spirit in my life. I pray that you give me strength and courage to share your gospel openly with all people, for I know that you wish no one to perish. I give you all the glory, honor and praise. In Jesus might name, Amen. 

 

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Unbroken Bible Study Weekly Devotional

UnBroken Bible Studies Weekly Devotion

February 27, 2019

Scripture

4 And, being assembled together with them, commanded them that they should not depart from Jerusalem, but wait for the promise of the Father, which, saith he, ye have heard of me. – Acts 1:4
Observation

Jesus appeared to His disciples for forty days after His resurrection and continued to speak on things pertaining to the Kingdom of God. He gave them clear instructions to stay put and wait for the comforter or Holy spirit. In these verses we see unity in the congregation of believers in the upper room, as well as obedience, patience and trust.
Application

We must wait patiently on God and trust in His perfect timing; bloom where ever we are planted. Sometimes we try to rush things according to our own time when God told us to wait. Let us live by His teachings and His words, leaning not on our own understanding.
Prayer

Dear Father in Heaven, Thank you for guiding me and providing for me. Help me to grow in patience as I wait in the place you have placed me. Help me to hear you and your directions clearly above all things. Forgive me for any disobedience and error in my ways. Lord, I thank you for what you have already done in my life and all you are going to do. I give you all the glory, honor and praise. In Jesus name I pray, Amen.

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Love letter to you…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Roses are red, and violets are blue
Everything you need is inside of you.

I cannot imagine what it is like to be a teenager in these times. I thought I had it rough growing up, but it has become ever so clear that I was wrong. We live in a time where everyone is so connected, yet it seems that we are in fact, disconnected. We are disconnected from truly knowing each other beyond our posts and pictures. We stopped asking important questions, like, “How was your day?”. We express emotions and affection in the form of yellow characters instead of picking up the phone or knocking on the front door. Our plates are full, but our homes are broken. We have access to so much information, but we know so little. We take beautiful photos to capture a moment that was never truly lived. The village that once raised a child, has become a city of self-gratification. Click, click, click. Next. Everyone is right, but anyone is wrong. Division isn’t just for math, its reality. I would tell you to check the news, but we can’t even say for sure, that it’s real. WTF.

I am sorry.

Life has become easier, on the surface. We have access to so much more than we did 50 years ago, and that includes stress, anxiety, depression, heart disease, cancer, ADHD, Autism, addiction, and should I go on? Brokenness. We are quick to fix a broken screen, or else we lose our distraction and must face the reality of our hopelessness. The brown swirly emoji has hit the fan, like literally.

Thankfully, we have you. You may have been dealt a set of crappy cards and this present world is all you know but you were purposed. Yes, that’s right. You were purposed. It might sound funny but try saying it aloud, “I am purposed”. Good, believe it and let me explain.

The love letter was already written, and it is finished. It abounds, it radiates, and it lives within you. You are purposed. You did not happen upon this life by accident, by the lust of your father or willingness of a mother. You my child, were purposed. You were known way before your forefathers were even a name on a birth registry. You are that important. You were planned, you were executed and beyond the confines of time, YOU have fulfilled your purpose. You just don’t know it yet. You were bled for, whipped for, and died for. You were, because you are purpose.

This world may tell you otherwise. It will force you to compare yourself to the strangers on an Instagram post. It will abandon you and neglect you. It will try to disorient and confuse you. It will sexualize you and molest you but do not forget it. YOU WERE PURPOSED. There is something that our father has planted inside of you, that is waiting to uproot the lies, the sorrow and the frustrations you have faced. There is something about you that His son laid down his life for, he bore it all for you. There is something stirring in side of you, for an advocate has been given to you, to guide you and lead you. You were purposed.

In the midst of your struggles and your adolescence you won’t see it, you won’t feel it, but it is there germinating. Every heart ache and every rejection will strengthen it and prepare it for growth. Keep your focus set high above all things of this world. God has plans for you, He has plans to prosper and never harm you. When life makes you look down, look up! You are a child of the most high God and victory is promised to you, who believe.

So thankful, we have you. The gifting and the calling that is welling inside of you. Don’t be afraid of the light that burns brightly within your spirit. You are a city on a hill. You are a light in the darkness. You are the salt of this earth. You were created, you were planned and you were purposed.

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Message In a Bottle

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Buried gold exists, if we can find the X. Or so I thought, as I went along the tide lines left high upon the shore. I dreamt of far off places and deserted islands. I checked every glass bottle for a letter just in case someone was lost. Green sea glass was in fact emeralds and if I caught fish with my net I could take them home and put them in fresh water.

“Salt water fish will die in fresh water,” some adult told me. They were right. Its not that I was a disobedient child, but I was very curious and always hopeful. Always hopeful until, you know? The abomination washed up on shore. I had nightmares in my youth that wasn’t about something I saw, but rather something I felt. It was this sinking feeling of hopelessness, that no matter what I did, I would be overcome. I’d wake in a cold sweat, my throat constricted and pulse racing.  That’s how the abomination made me feel whenever someone noticed it.

I didn’t name it, that big dark mass of I-don’t-even-know. It was named by a preacher man. He wasn’t talking to me, but he was talking about people who were like me. I understood that there were boys who acted like girls and they were Mahu. The way they lived on the outside was how I was living on the inside. I needed to keep it that way. I had no one else to tell me otherwise. There was no Rupaul’s Drag Race, Glee or other Gay “coming of age” shows. If God said it’s an abomination, then it is. That was when hope left my body.  It was like a candle blown out and with it went joy, hope, creativity and child-like wander. Everything from that point on was a show. I could recognize other empty vessels, glazed over eyes, and human facades ever since. Takes one to know one.

There I was at the shoreline, a now empty vessel in full bloom. The friendships of my childhood grew distant because it was clear that we were different. I wasn’t one of the boys and I wasn’t one of the girls either. The very friend I thought would understand my struggle, the one I KNEW could relate, didn’t know me anymore. Over the course of one summer, from elementary to intermediate, I lost so much. I tried to pretend as much as possible but as much as I tried to distance myself from the great mass, the more it grew. Like a sand ball, the more I pushed into it, the bigger it got. I now, was on a deserted island and completely alone.

I wasn’t ready to let anyone on the shoreline, I didn’t want them to see everything, like how big the abomination was. Having made it to the beach, I sat and released. The sand was used to salty tears by this time. A whisper in the wind landed on my ears and I saw my cousin. A cousin, whom I really wasn’t that close with. She was six years older than me and our relationship was okay. She was my cousin and that was it. I chased her with a broom once because she was a hormonal teenager and sometimes really mean. But she was a mother now and I, I was slowly dying. A whole bottle of pain pills was my plan, it didn’t seem so painful. It wasn’t a matter of how, but when. I knew why I saw her in my mind and I knew I had to talk to her. I wrote a letter and I put it in her purse during a visit.

I got a letter back.

That was the moment my cousin, became a pillar. I never thought my cousin was very book smart, she was pretty, she had nice things and street smarts. But that was one of the most eloquent and impactful messages I have ever read. I read it in private and felt a knot unravel. Her signature marked the spot and I found a treasure that continues to add value to my life every day. We didn’t talk about it face to face for a few years but finally someone knew, and they still loved me. She was going to be there whenever I was ready to bring her to my shoreline. I wasn’t alone in my secret.

The abomination, though it still stood, began to unravel just a bit. I could face it a little easier because help was just a phone call away when I was ready. Coming to terms with who I was, led to serious mental health issues and deep depression. When you are in it deep, it can seem impossible to get out. This was my first step and the nightly panic attacks started to wane shortly after. Like I said before, we are never alone. If it wasn’t for that whisper at the beach, the churning in my stomach that said “THIS, DO THIS!”. I don’t know where I would have been or what I would have done. If love didn’t meet me where I was, as I was. If a cousin didn’t become an angel in a moment of despair, a message of hope and a life vest.

The Holy Spirit is called the comforter, an intercessor and an advocate to name a few. He was the other presence, always there with me whether I believed Him or not.

If you are in the depths of an internal struggle. Let someone know. I pray that the great comforter, the spirit of God, also comfort and guide you. I pray that He sends the right people into your life at the right time.

 We can’t unravel somethings on our own. My email is listed if you need to talk.

 

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Littered shorelines and pearly shells

I grew up within walking distance of a secluded stretch of shoreline. It rested on the other side of a golf course and we would often refer to our campsites by what hole it aligned with, like the 7th hole. The white sand stretched between two rocky points and little islands of Naupaka shrubs dotted the landscape. This was and remains a special place to many of us.

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This was my sanctuary for a good part of my life. As a child I was always amazed at the amount of treasure along the shoreline. I could spend hours sifting through plastic bottles, fishing line, nets, drift wood and sea shells. I had no concept of pollution at that point. The Great Pacific Garbage Patch was still in its infancy and so was I. At the north end of the beach were slabs of rock and reef that would expose themselves at low tide. Carved in the stone were the names of people come before, many of whom I recognized. There was always so much to be discovered here. There was always so much beauty.

Our lives are like this shoreline. It is expansive, it is beautiful, full of memories, experiences, and trash – yup, years and years of accumulated debris. As a teenager this place become an escape, a temporary respite from the war within my soul. I would always find myself called to her sandy, plastic filled shoreline, much like the Japanese fishing gear would. We had a lot in common. We were inherently beautiful creations, sometimes battered by winds, taunted by rising tides, an ever-changing glorious mess of pearly shells and plastic pieces. I would walk here, sit down and cry. The tide would rise within me and finally push its way out. I too was often overcome by salty water.

We are never, at any point in our existence- pristine. The sandy shores of our lives have both the beautiful remnants of those come before and the litter of a thousand stories. As children, we see everything as new, shiny and precious. The brown cowry shell and the plastic floaters. The limu(seaweed) and the fishing lines. As we grow and come to know the differences, we understand that somethings were meant to be found there and others weren’t. Some were divinely created, and others were from the world. So, it became clear to me as a teenager that I had much more litter then I could bare. A giant mass had accumulated beyond the reef and made its way to my shoreline. It demanded my attention. I saw it as a child, I knew it was always there- on the horizon. I had hoped it would never come to close.

It was called an abomination.

I couldn’t go near it, I tried to ignore it and I prayed and prayed and prayed that it would go away. But like the shoreline, I had no control over what would wash up over the course of time. So, we would sit together. The waves running along it’s face and the tears running down mine. Why me? How can I hide something so big that it’s weight influenced my speech, my gait and my heart? Everyone will see it. I don’t even know how to explain it.

The younger children at church would sometimes ask me if I was a girl or a boy and it would piss me off. Obviously, I was a boy, I think. I liked Voltron and transformers. I played with G.I. Joe. But sometimes, I wanted a My Little Pony and when no one was looking I would take my cousin Maine into the bathroom and play with Barbies. I always knew it was there looming, but how dare anyone talk about it. I had friends who were boys and we did boy things. But I dreamt of other things. I liked blue and pink equally. I liked chasing chickens and catching butterflies. I had dreams of He-man rescuing me from danger. Dreams of being Gem and the holograms. But don’t you dare call attention to it. I avoided preschoolers because they could see it, they would ask to much questions. They were always peering into my shoreline, looking at the abomination wanting to poke at it. Leave it alone and it will go away. Damn kids.

How could a piece of shoreline have so much in common with me? It is not even human. Yet, we would sit together. When my tears would subside, the waves were still rolling in. The wind was still howling amongst the brush. The littered shoreline remained, and the abomination still stood amongst the dunes of my life. However, another presence would always appear as my heart settled and my eyes dried. I couldn’t see it, but I could feel it. I felt it in the wind as it touched my face. I felt its vibration over the roaring waves. It felt like glittering sunlight falling down my head, radiating out my arms and down my legs. I would forget the mess and the accumulated debris piles. I would see a humpback whale, a turtle or a passing cloud and think, Man! This is all so beautiful. I was so grateful to be here with you.

He knew. He knew it all along. He knew about the mass out at sea and how it would wash up on my shoreline. He knew who I was, more than I could have ever known. I would sit alone on the shore line, picking thru the pieces of litter that overwhelmed my life. However, I would always leave knowing that I was, in fact, never alone. You see, He was the one who brought the shoreline and I together. We had more in common than our inherent beauty. We had more in common than being a gathering place of the worlds waste. We were both created by Him. His footsteps graced the sands of both our existences. He walked them before I did. He planted the tree and laid the hinahina out as a carpet. He painted the cowry shell and poured out the sand. He fed the fish and gave light for the algae. He knew I would meet Him there, because I couldn’t see him anywhere else. He used the shoreline to reveal his creative force and the love He had for me.

The abomination still stood and every time I couldn’t bare it, I would come to the shoreline. It was my church. My place of worship. I had no control over the things I had to face, like whatever would grace my shoreline, but I became aware of His presence. Between that time and now, He invited people into my life and little by little they helped me unravel the mass – the abomination that came to my shore. I can’t wait to tell you how it evolved. It has been many years since these moments, but the lessons still live in my spirit. I accumulated more debris, but I had so much help clearing it. There are more pearly shells and glittering sea glass now. Life is beautiful, it is a gift and no matter what washes up on our shoreline we are never alone. We were spoken into existence and we are inherently beautiful. Waves may crash, and the sea might rise but His love endures forever and ever. He loves you and so do I.

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