Wednesday, April 7, 2010
The Joy of Discovering Homelessness!
Anawim Christian Community invites you to their first fundraiser, “Sweets for the Homeless”. This is a desert social, in which people are free to come, eat a variety of delicious homemade desserts, and to find out more about the homeless and the mentally ill. There will be opportunities to speak to people who have experienced homelessness and to find out what the homeless really need, as well as being able to help Anawim, a community church for the homeless in Portland and Gresham
Host: Portland Mennonite Church 1312 SE 35th Ave , Portland Hawthorne Blvd.
When: Saturday, April 24, 2010 from 6:30-8:30pm
Cost: Free, but please be prepared to bring donations!
Also, if you are unable to attend, please invite others in the Portland area to join in!
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Easter Greetings
Got this from one of our Anawim folks today:
JESUS IS ALIVE ! (in english language)
यीशु जीवित है! (in hindi language) pronounced, "YISHU JIVIT HAI !"
ISA ZINDA HAI ! (in romanized urdu)
HAVE A JOYOUS RESURRECTION DAY !!
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
The Dreams of Jeff Strong
To read more of Jeff Strong, go to:
Walking down a road, through a city of desolation and on the out skirts of the city I encountered women dressed in shimmering gowns.
Philosophies of this world were upon their lips like sweet honey they purred out invitations to come join them on their beds and lie with them.
Further down the road I see a bridge engulfed in flame and large billowing clouds of smoke. Black Smoke oozing from its sides and I feel a beckoning to enter the flames and cross the bridge. As I draw near a personage rises up before me and attempts to dissuade me from my course and a debate ensues; eventually I resolve to enter in and walk past the personage and into the flames.
Immediately my clothes are consumed and as I proceed other properties that I have acquired in my journeys are also consumed by the flames. Upon reaching the other side, I find myself clothed in the shining Armor of Light and a friend waiting for me. As we greet each other we turn into a gate where the Gatekeeper greets us both and then announced us to the guest inside and we entered in.
-October 31, 1993
Walking down a road, through a city of desolation and on the out skirts of the city I encountered women dressed in shimmering gowns.
Philosophies of this world were upon their lips like sweet honey they purred out invitations to come join them on their beds and lie with them.
Further down the road I see a bridge engulfed in flame and large billowing clouds of smoke. Black Smoke oozing from its sides and I feel a beckoning to enter the flames and cross the bridge. As I draw near a personage rises up before me and attempts to dissuade me from my course and a debate ensues; eventually I resolve to enter in and walk past the personage and into the flames.
Immediately my clothes are consumed and as I proceed other properties that I have acquired in my journeys are also consumed by the flames. Upon reaching the other side, I find myself clothed in the shining Armor of Light and a friend waiting for me. As we greet each other we turn into a gate where the Gatekeeper greets us both and then announced us to the guest inside and we entered in.
-October 31, 1993
Monday, March 29, 2010
Faithwalker's Journal
Jeff Strong, Associate Pastor of Anawim, wrote this in his journal in 1992. His blog is:
Oh Lord, help me I can barely hear your voice. The dither and the clamor almost succeeds in drowning out your sweet voice. I find myself straining at times, to very limits to hear you clearly.
This world is locked in a death throng. Convulsing, screaming, thrashing about as some animal that was forced to drink a caustic concoction, refusing to accept the gift of healing and restoration.
The inhabitants are locked into slavery, through fear and deception. Their chains they themselves have forged with great care, link by link and ring by ring, long lengths that now they wrap themselves around with and each soul is securely bound.
Hear their cry, O how they weep and lament and plead for deliverance........ and yet they have rejected the Deliverer!
The Bride whom you have chosen lies on a bed of her own design. With symbols of power carved in adornment over the four posts and rails.
From a far it seems to glow with righteousness and the ground on which it stands is deceptively deemed holy. Upon closer inspection the righteous glow is the glistening light,reflecting on the blood of the innocent that pools and turns dark in the soil, as it stains the thirst earth under her bed. Drawing closer still, the bed trembles. It is not because of the earth, nor is it some holy supernatural presence;.....
No rather it trembles from the continuous act of adultery and whoring with many lovers.The Bride has polluted herself, with many diverse spirits and luring the souls of the unclean, to come lie with her. Calling come taste of me, for my betrothed is far away.
But the Groom stands on a hill across the valley. Watching and weeping as the procession of lovers enters and exits His brides chambers, knowing her defilement ever increases.With a broken heart the Groom with His Father, watch as the bride dances in Mockery of the grooms holiness and sings praises to her betrothed with poisoned lips and blackened heart. Secretly desiring the next encounter with her latest lover.
Anger grows and righteous RAGE explodes and I feel his white hot wrath emanating from his very presence. His patience is at and end. No longer is there a place for and intercessor. He summons His host to rouse the Prophet to alert the faithful who have not soiled their garments in the putridity of the whore.
The Lord has unleashed His judgments and will not call them back no matter how great the wailing of repentance.NO! matter what promises are made or dedicated or even done; for the abominations are many and the defilement is very great and the purging will be thorough, for my Bride will be ready.
Death in God is the birth of your spirit.
Death without God is eternal.
Oh Lord, help me I can barely hear your voice. The dither and the clamor almost succeeds in drowning out your sweet voice. I find myself straining at times, to very limits to hear you clearly.
This world is locked in a death throng. Convulsing, screaming, thrashing about as some animal that was forced to drink a caustic concoction, refusing to accept the gift of healing and restoration.
The inhabitants are locked into slavery, through fear and deception. Their chains they themselves have forged with great care, link by link and ring by ring, long lengths that now they wrap themselves around with and each soul is securely bound.
Hear their cry, O how they weep and lament and plead for deliverance........ and yet they have rejected the Deliverer!
The Bride whom you have chosen lies on a bed of her own design. With symbols of power carved in adornment over the four posts and rails.
From a far it seems to glow with righteousness and the ground on which it stands is deceptively deemed holy. Upon closer inspection the righteous glow is the glistening light,reflecting on the blood of the innocent that pools and turns dark in the soil, as it stains the thirst earth under her bed. Drawing closer still, the bed trembles. It is not because of the earth, nor is it some holy supernatural presence;.....
No rather it trembles from the continuous act of adultery and whoring with many lovers.The Bride has polluted herself, with many diverse spirits and luring the souls of the unclean, to come lie with her. Calling come taste of me, for my betrothed is far away.
But the Groom stands on a hill across the valley. Watching and weeping as the procession of lovers enters and exits His brides chambers, knowing her defilement ever increases.With a broken heart the Groom with His Father, watch as the bride dances in Mockery of the grooms holiness and sings praises to her betrothed with poisoned lips and blackened heart. Secretly desiring the next encounter with her latest lover.
Anger grows and righteous RAGE explodes and I feel his white hot wrath emanating from his very presence. His patience is at and end. No longer is there a place for and intercessor. He summons His host to rouse the Prophet to alert the faithful who have not soiled their garments in the putridity of the whore.
The Lord has unleashed His judgments and will not call them back no matter how great the wailing of repentance.NO! matter what promises are made or dedicated or even done; for the abominations are many and the defilement is very great and the purging will be thorough, for my Bride will be ready.
Death in God is the birth of your spirit.
Death without God is eternal.
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