Freedom, Oh Freedom!!!!!

The Psychopath completes his deed, done. Done. Self is expended, soul filled, satisfied. He had to do it, had to do it. Sated.

And now returns to the throng. To the masses. Working among them, conversing among them, even pleased that he can pass as one of them, provided he does not describe what deed he performed last night in secret. See, I am one of them, he tells self, comforts self with.

And then; “They must never know, they must never see, or be told.”

And what about that thing he did with that little boy/girl? I couldn’t help myself, it’s in me, it is me, I can’t stop it. But oh, I did do a good thing, didn’t I! I covered them up, I buried them, I burned the bodies. I saved them (populace) the pain of seeing such things. The outrage they would have succumbed to, feel, express. I saved them that.

But yes it is true, it too was a way of remorse for me. Fear of discovery, cutting up the bodies, oh yes, I was ashamed, I had to hide my sin, yes, I scattered the parts. The same impulse which led me uncontrollably to commit the deed, led me to attempt to erase the memory.

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The man/woman committing adultery. Hiding, living with a secret, following certain protocols that they might not be discovered. No they are considerate for they refuse to give the knowledge of what they do to their first family at home. I will not hurt them. I can have my cake and eat it too. Live two lives. What’s wrong with that.

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The person in a prominent position, taking advantage of it, filling his pockets. Yet at home disciplining his children, teaching them not to steal and to behave in a specific law abiding manner. Giving a testimony in the Church, reading Scripture aloud, oh what a good parishioner, a pillar of the community; What does this say about the community if this is a supporting pillar?

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And then once in a while one of these will sit alone at night, crying in the dark, anguished, forlorn. Oh Lord why do I do these things? What is this poison in my system? Why am I not like the rest, why am I beset by such doom, such a thing, oh Lord. It isn’t fair Lord.

Why can’t I be free from this curse Lord! Why!!!

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Hating God comes easy, for why should they love God, since he made me like this (Wrong He didn’t). But so we reason, uninformed.

And should they read about one another among the pages of a book……

They might stick their noses up in the air and pour disdain upon the printed page.

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The Knowledge of Good and Evil wreaks havoc.

It can either convince us that we are good, which is bad. Or convince us that we are bad, which is good if it brings us to the Righteousness of God.

For you see (as to the last, above) if we become proud thinking that “Ha”, we know that we are bad and will employ discipline, or some kind of a rehabilitation program in order to sculpt a public image of self as good,  that image if borne aloft by the same “nature” will not stand. It will topple.

But you have witnessed from the beginning of this post, the struggle, our struggle for freedom.

Good and Evil struggling within us, but they (good and evil) are lies when wielded by the Adamic Nature for they emerge from Death, merely a distraction, an option to occupy us, keep us sidetracked. In fact even servants to the Sin Nature which yet steals the thunder from the most Lovely God, and heap credit to the human Psyche. For there is none good except Him.

Ideals, yes just words without Power, the Power of Resurrection.

And what is the exceeding greatness of his power to us-ward who believe, according to the working of his mighty power?

Was it…..

The Virgin Birth, the Exodus, the miracles of the Prophets……??????

The Creation????

The greatest demonstration of His Power, period.

Ephesians 1:20

 “Which he wrought in Christ, when he raised him from the dead, and set him at his own right hand in the heavenly places,”
Provision was made for us.

Freedom, oh freedom.

When He raised Him from the dead we were seminally present there as the “Elect”, we who would believe, place our trust in Him, a trust which went awry in Adam. As if we were there at the creation yes, a new creature, except, this time In Christ. Something better than ideals, than words. Power, and Life are vibrant things. A extra dose was provided for Peter, Paul, and Mary within the deed of that Resurrection of Christ from the dead. With that same power He was; …..set him at his own right hand in the heavenly places.

Worry about something you might do? Tell it to Jesus. He sits as High Priest at the right hand of God, to make up for our deficiencies, intercede on our behalf. Daily, yes daily.

with our own conscience we will fail. But with His might, His Resurrecting Power we can overcome. With the Gospel we are satisfied, what it tells of, describing our need, describing God’s role, we come to an understanding; The “Aha” moment. And with that moment comes Faith. Comes Faith and Oh Freedom. 

No we are not left to our own devices. We have not been abandoned. The machinations of our minds, whatever gods we may set or create are born out of death.

I can be reached at turbans713@yahoo.com, and
https://kingrat1397@gmail.com, and at face book as Miguel Angel Oquendo. (Mickey, of Huachuca City, Az.)

Or you can contact these folk; Rev. Bob Schembre (Missouri), or Ministerio APG  (My Brother, Pastor Angel L. Oquendo, Spanish and English, Florida) both on Face Book.

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