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Sorry America, but your rage is misplaced

June 7, 2020 Ron Whited 

Coming out of the recent pandemic that saw a near complete shutdown of our society along with critical shortages of many essential items, I am struck by the things we now seem to have an abundance of.

Anger comes to mind as something we have in abundance. And hatred, let’s not forget the overflow of hatred in America. Oh, and I don’t want to forget one other thing we have in great abundance today; finger pointing. Can’t forget that now, can I?

Almost beyond belief, it would seem that the cataclysmic virus that had doomed us all to certain death really wasn’t the apocalyptic event prophesied by the media after all. How could it be, when hundreds of thousands are marching side by side not wearing a mask? Imagine that would you?

Things were so bad that we were strictly forbidden to go to church for fear of spreading this death defying virus, yet somehow or another congregating in crowds of tens of thousands doesn’t pose any health risks at all.

I mean, who knew?

Honestly, I’m thinking the wrong crowds are filling the streets of America. I’m thinking we awful, disease spreading, unenlightened Christians ought to be the ones pouring out into the streets of America to protest the theft of our Constitutionally guaranteed freedom of worship. [1]

Speaking of pouring out into the streets, I have lived on this earth for just over 65 years, and in that time I have seen many instances where people took to the streets out of frustration and anger over issues beyond their control.

I was just a boy of eight years of age when Martin Luther King gave his famous “I Have a Dream” speech in 1963.

I was thirteen when the infamous “Chicago Seven” were arrested for their anti war activities during the 1968 Democratic Convention in Chicago.

Just two years later when I was a 15 year old, the Ohio National Guard opened fire on a crowd of Vietnam War protestors, killing four and wounding nine. Living just a couple of hours from Kent State University, it seemed like it was in my backyard.

Since those tumultuous times of decades past, there have been several other noteworthy examples of citizens taking to the streets to protest for one reason or another. Abortion, LBGTQ, Environment, Guns, Women’s rights, Anti-war, and the Million man and Million woman marches have all made their mark on the fabric of American society.

Today, as our nation once again seethes with anger in the wake of the brutal, heinous murder of George Floyd in Minneapolis, millions are again taking to the streets in a show of indignation and defiance of the status quo.

Of course, the violence that has erupted during the peaceful marches is the result of a well planned and well funded attempt to destroy the fabric of American society from within. There is only one word that most aptly describes what is being played out before our eyes: EVIL.

We can dress it up any way we like to, but it’s still EVIL. We can call it racism or bigotry or any number of other names, but it’s still EVIL. And this is what those marching and protesting in the streets do not understand. This is NOT an issue of race. It is an issue of EVIL. Even those violent criminals that have been unleashed upon our society are completely misguided. The issue here is not one group hating another. It goes much, much deeper than that.

What we’re dealing with here is of the spiritual nature. Don’t believe that? Read what the Apostle Paul had to say about the subject of EVIL.

For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places. (emphasis mine)

Did you understand what Paul meant? Our battle, your battle, is not with mankind. It is NOT with your neighbor who is of a different skin color than yours. It is NOT with those whose belief system differs from your own. No, the battle is against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.

In other words, the battle is against the spiritual forces of darkness that exist in high places. Who is leading the charge of these forces of darkness at play in our society? Why, it’s none other than Satan himself. That’s right, and every person storming the streets today is being played by the devil. Not a popular sentiment, is it?

Why do you suppose racism still exists at the level it does today? Why haven’t supposedly educated, enlightened individuals been able to come up with a permanent cure for racism? The answer is so simple that its almost too simple. The reason racism still exists at its current level is because the cure for racism is the love of God, and the world has largely rejected the Source of this love.

It’s like the old adage about taking a knife into a gunfight. You can be the very best at using a knife, but against a gun you have virtually zero chance of success against your adversary. Fighting systemic racism by protests, even violent protests does nothing to address the root of the problem! To be sure, these marches have gotten the attention of the entire world. They have no doubt spawned new discussions (or soon will) on how best to deal with the problem.

But not one thing is being done to address the root of the problem: we have forsaken God.

And that, dear readers, is not something that can be corrected by marching down Main Street USA. It can only be corrected at an altar.

Have a blessed day,


Why do the heathen rage, and the people imagine a vain thing? Psalm 2:1

[1] The Bill of Rights: Amendment 1

It’s Going to Be Okay

July 9, 2019 amazingtangledgrace

“And I heard a loud voice from the throne saying, ‘Look! God’s dwelling place is now among the people, and he will dwell with them. They will be his people, and God himself will be with them and be their God. He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away’” (Revelation 21:3-4).

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One could say that I’ve had an epiphany over the past day or so. As I think back about the different dreams and visions I’ve received, including many of those I’ve shared in this blog, I am seeing more and more how they correspond to actual events. I would like to share a few with you today.

In Wormwood, I wrote about a dream, which coalesced into what was a determined and methodical attack. I looked across the room where a woman was constructing some sort of gallows on which she intended for me to willingly hang myself. By this point in the dream I was exhausted, despite the fact I was asleep, and all I could do was fall to my knees and weep. I asked Jesus to please forgive me for my pride and lack of faith, and as I was uttering those very words, “Jesus please forgive me”, the woman rushed across the room toward me. The last thing I remember is seeing her face morph into something ugly and hearing her cry out, “No!” I felt arms wrap around me from behind and then I woke. I realize now that the dream was not only a revelation of what was happening all around me then, but a warning of what was to come in the days, weeks, and months ahead.

In Spiritual Oppression, I wrote about a vision I received n which I saw a dark heaviness laying on top of a woman with the intention of crushing her spirit; however, I also saw Jesus standing by her head. The vision was nearly engulfed in darkness, except for the light illuminating from the Lord. As she surrenders to God falls upon His grace, the Spirit spoke that the stone set against her will break. The Lord was communicating that He hasn’t abandoned the woman in her long struggle—God showed me what was. In The Wall, the Holy Spirit came to me in another vision concerning the woman, and He commanded me to speak against a wall. I was not told to simply request that the Lord do something, for the Lord had already taken action. Instead, my instruction was to declare what God had already done. So, I spoke against the wall, and the wall began to crack; and then a little more, and then the wall fell. Light shined through the cracks, as the wall collapsed, light shined and shined and eventually filled the whole expanse, and the stronghold was toppled by God’s decree—God showed me what is. Recently, I was praying concerning the woman and her situation, which still appears to be quite perilous, and God reminded me of His decree against the wall—God showed me what will be. Speaking with regard to prayer in the face of trials and temptations, the apostle James instructed believers, “But when you ask, you must believe and not doubt, because the one who doubts is like a wave of the sea, blown and tossed by the wind. That person should not expect to receive anything from the Lord. Such a person is double-minded and unstable in all they do” (James 1:6-9); therefore, I will believe without wavering with the measure of faith I have been given.

In Teachable Moments, I wrote about a dream in which I was lead into home full of darkness, so much so I was frozen with fear. The darkness was so heavy and so oppressive that I could hardly move under its weight. Jesus was with me, and I told Him that I could go no further, but I also would not flee. Then a man turned the corner and started up the stairs toward me; I believe he was Satan. He had the outline of a man, but he appeared blurry and greyish in color. I tried to look at him directly, but my line of sight kept being redirected around him. I rebuked the man in Jesus’ name, but he was unmoved. I asked him, “Would you dare defy the name of Jesus? Would you defy the Son of God?” And the man answered, much to my surprise, “Hell yea!”, and rushed me. Immediately, I awoke startled and shaken. The power of darkness was emphasized, not to glorify the enemy, but to glorify God. All the Lord asked in that moment was to trust Him enough to stand my ground. The scripture that came to me when I wrote the account initially is John 15; Jesus is the vine and we are the branches. Jesus’ words came alive that night, and they remain every bit as evident to me today, apart from Him I can do nothing.

“And I heard a loud voice from the throne saying, ‘Look! God’s dwelling place is now among the people, and he will dwell with them. They will be his people, and God himself will be with them and be their God. He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away’” (Revelation 21:3-4).  The spiritual realm appears to be rich in symbolism, much like a dream; the intangible is tangible. The rules governing our physical reality are not applicable. I perceive a shared consciousness, seizing all the senses at once; words aren’t spoken idly. War rages all around us; the spiritual is all around us; worlds intertwined, yet separate. “For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms” (Ephesians 6:12). But take heart, brothers and sisters in Christ, for the strong man was bound at the cross (Matthew 12:29). Jesus is preparing a place for us just as He promised. I’ve seen a translucent city of gold; the New Jerusalem, and it is a sight to behold!

I wrote about the night I met Jesus in The Night I Met Jesus (24-Hour Fasting and Prayer Event Message, November 2, 2018).  One of the things the Lord said to me was that He is always with me, and that He has always been with me; moreover, Jesus said that He stands behind me on my left, with his hand on my shoulder; His right hand, I believe. Jesus told me that He would be with me until the end of this world. What a glorious promise to hold onto, and it’s a promise that is neither new, nor given just to me—read Matthew 28:16-20. Be at peace child of God; whatever it is, it’s going to be okay! Thank you for reading.

One Question, Four Answers



Mark 15:16-19 carefully details the mockery that Christ endured at the hands of a battalion of about 500 Roman soldiers inside the Praetorium. After He was falsely accused of leading an insurrection, the soldiers taunted Jesus by putting a twisted crown of thorns upon His head, wrapping a purple robe on His bloody body, placing a fake scepter in His trembling hands, and saluting Him with sadistic glee. Through enduring these various forms of abuse, Jesus as our high priest took upon Himself the shame of innocent victims living in a fallen world. Victims of verbal, emotional, sexual, and physical abuse need to know Christ as not only a guilt-bearing Savior but also a shame-bearing Savior—one who identifies, empathizes, and heals.

—Mika Edmondson, pastor of New City Fellowship in Grand Rapids, Michigan and author of The Power of Unearned Suffering: The Roots and Implications of Martin Luther King Jr.’s Theodicy


Jesus’ prayer in Gethsemane—“Not as I will, but as You will” (Matt. 26:39)—is one I think about often, as it reveals much about the nature of prayer. When we pray, we are not asking God to magically do things we want, but rather we enter God’s presence and ask that our hearts and minds be transformed. We’re tempted to see problems in the world as out there, in other people; it’s much harder to recognize the darkness, greed, hate, lust, and anger in our own heart. In prayer, we follow Jesus in asking for our own transformation—not to make us better people, but to make ourselves available to embody God’s love and compassion in the world.

—C. Christopher Smith, editor of The Englewood Review of Books and author of How the Body of Christ Talks: Recovering the Practice of Conversation in the Church


After all Jesus went through His last week on earth, He could have said “OK, Father, I’m done with them.” But that’s not who Jesus is. I find it moving that He took the time to come back to the disciples a second time after His resurrection—and in particular that He decided to give Thomas a chance to touch His wounds and believe. He could have been “done” with Thomas, but He proved Himself again. He did that so there would be a record of it for people like me. I appreciate that about Jesus. He knows us, and He loves us still. His love is never done.

—TaRanda Greene, member of Cana’s Voice and solo vocal artist. Her latest album is The Healing.


I can’t imagine being at the table with Jesus in the upper room. After He took the cup and bread, giving thanks, He said six words I can’t shake: “Do this in remembrance of Me” (Luke 22:19). I kind of think of communion now as part of a progressive dinner party that began in the upper room and ends in the Wedding Feast of the Lamb. We attend the same meal those disciples did; we’re just down the street a little. Believers who come after us attend the same meal, but it’s held at another house. The body and the blood is timeless, and believers get to be there for the finale in heaven. We remember every time, but He remembers as well. It’s His covenant with us, and I can’t wait to find place settings with my name and yours at the ultimate Easter banquet.

—Sarah Harmeyer, speaker and founder of Neighbor’s Table

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