December 25, 2021 (PTR) marks a celebration of jingle bells and winter tales. Although historians' calendars beg to differ, this is the day that our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ was born. Born in a manger Jesus would grow up to be a carpenter and gathered twelve men to be his disciples. For three years Jesus and the twelve disciples would travel to Jerusalem and abroad to preach salvation and work miracles (mainly during Passover). At age thirty-three Jesus gave his life a ransom and was nailed to a cross on calvary for the remission of our sin. Of course, we as humanity didn't care for this fact. It's safe to say that we were so caught up in worshipping Santa Claus and reindeers to the point where we ignored god's very existence. There were five days until Christmas when a series of disappearances had taken place. Churches that at one point held Sunday morning services were empty (clothes were even found on the floors of alters). Time passed and the sky parted into two. Dressed in a red rope, topped off with a crown of gold, there he was. Jesus Christ, the world's one and true Savior was standing on a cloud. One by one souls that were once human beings were united with the Lord Jesus Christ to create a new heaven and a new earth. Rain turned into fire and toxins filled the air. In desperation people lost their morals and became thieves, prostitutes, and barbarians. Anarchy and lawlessness now rule the day. The systems that once made the world rotate in place have fallen into despair and decay.
Walker (sometimes Mr. Walker) was the name/alias that I went by before the rapture. After a revelation I decided to take up the name Jonah. Like Jonah I have ignored the lord's voice and purpose for my life (on more than one occasion). Instead of being swallowed by a whale, I was left behind and wasn't united with my fellow brothers and sister in Christ. My bible is the only thing that keeps my spirit on the upside. One of the last things that my late mother gave to me, this bible means the world to me. Yes, I have seen a lot of bibles in my lifetime. But this one is different (for good reasons). For me it's the design. The background is yellow and the color that tops it off is a red cross. Although me and my mother didn't always see eye to eye, just maybe she saw the things to come.
Arizona's dryland is one of the nation's hidden beauties. During night hours I would beg to differ. Between coyotes fighting each other and other unpleasant echoes my body goes into a PTSD trance. At first thought I assumed that moving out of NYC and heading out west would be a good idea. Democratic leaders' inability to keep law and order and put their foot down against "off-grind" ideologies has forced concerned natives to seek refuge in other states/and cities. The four walls of a trailer not too far from the Grand Cannon, is the place I call home. A job offer was granted to me (profession and place of employment disclosed), but by the time I could settle in the state the rapture took place. Since sixteen I have been a practitioner of Iaijutsu (thanks to my obsession with Samurai Jack). While I was in a sorrowful spirit (which was the entire year of 2018) I had received a gift from my sensi. Opening up the long rectangular box and covered in a dark heavy leather holster there it was, my very own katana. And she sure is a beauty. The handle is charcoal black, and the blade is a thick sliver. Old Rapunzel has proven herself to be a worthy companion. Just ask the three wise fools whose heads make a good warning signal.
Every morning at six o'clock my dog Jim (a black and white Pitbull Terrier who will eat anything you offer him) wakes me up so I can say my morning prayer. While in prayer I ask God for forgiveness, and I thank Him for another day. I also ask the Lord Jesus Christ to walk with me and make my path a righteous one for the time that I am granted among the living. Forever, I am thankful for each day that is added to this everlasting equation.
On New Year's Eve of 2018 I decided to start reading the Word. It would eventually become a challenge. Between January and December of 2019, I had read from Genesis to Malachi. Anxiety and paranoia brought by the COVID-19 global pandemic caused me to drift away and lean on my own understanding. To be honest the only thing I could do was get on my knees and pray. The minute I decided to do this the Holy Spirit took control, and I was able to read the Word again. Although I don't have a sufficient understanding of The Gospels-Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John I know the four purposes of Jesus Christ according to the scriptures. The first was to prove to the world that Jesus Christ is The Messiah. Second, is to present the person, work, and teachings of Jesus Christ. Third, is to present an accurate account of the life of Jesus Christ and present him as Savior. Fourth and last, is to prove conclusively that Jesus Christ is the Son of Man and gives eternal life. If you wanted a more theological explanation, I don't know what to tell you. Everything that was said was enough for me.
My cousin Chris (Christopher Morgan Jr.) went from selling cars in North Carolina to forming a church. Chris along with one of his friends from college had given their lives to the Lord while attending a conference on their college campus. Together the both of them started to evangelize all throughout the campus. After they had graduated and received their degrees both Chris and his friend Elisha got together and started a small congregation. New Earth was the name that they chose for the purpose and calling God put them on. One day I got a text message from Chris inviting me to New Earth. The text even had the address, town, state of North Carolina, and area code. Watching a sermon of Chris breaking down Psalm 23 verse per verse was the only thing I needed to let me know that there was no hustling or fraudulent activities going on, but straight soul saving. I promised Chris that I would come and visit him at New Earth before the spring of 2020. However, the pandemic took a toll on our daily necessities (including the use of highways and airports). COVID didn't just come with the lost of loved ones, but with mandates and restrictions. Members of New Earth were not supporters of these new rules of human engagement. During a bible study/conversation Chris told me that he and the congregation were relocating to Nevada. Our conversation was ended abruptly with me receiving a disclosed address.
From the minute Chris dropped the news on me to this day I laugh from the bottom of my soul. Over and over again I ask myself what would a black man want with a state like Nevada? Then I ask myself why in the hell is my black ass stuck in the middle of the Grand Cannon. So that's when I shut my mouth.
Walker (sometimes Mr. Walker) was the name/alias that I went by before the rapture. After a revelation I decided to take up the name Jonah. Like Jonah I have ignored the lord's voice and purpose for my life (on more than one occasion). Instead of being swallowed by a whale, I was left behind and wasn't united with my fellow brothers and sister in Christ. My bible is the only thing that keeps my spirit on the upside. One of the last things that my late mother gave to me, this bible means the world to me. Yes, I have seen a lot of bibles in my lifetime. But this one is different (for good reasons). For me it's the design. The background is yellow and the color that tops it off is a red cross. Although me and my mother didn't always see eye to eye, just maybe she saw the things to come.
Arizona's dryland is one of the nation's hidden beauties. During night hours I would beg to differ. Between coyotes fighting each other and other unpleasant echoes my body goes into a PTSD trance. At first thought I assumed that moving out of NYC and heading out west would be a good idea. Democratic leaders' inability to keep law and order and put their foot down against "off-grind" ideologies has forced concerned natives to seek refuge in other states/and cities. The four walls of a trailer not too far from the Grand Cannon, is the place I call home. A job offer was granted to me (profession and place of employment disclosed), but by the time I could settle in the state the rapture took place. Since sixteen I have been a practitioner of Iaijutsu (thanks to my obsession with Samurai Jack). While I was in a sorrowful spirit (which was the entire year of 2018) I had received a gift from my sensi. Opening up the long rectangular box and covered in a dark heavy leather holster there it was, my very own katana. And she sure is a beauty. The handle is charcoal black, and the blade is a thick sliver. Old Rapunzel has proven herself to be a worthy companion. Just ask the three wise fools whose heads make a good warning signal.
Every morning at six o'clock my dog Jim (a black and white Pitbull Terrier who will eat anything you offer him) wakes me up so I can say my morning prayer. While in prayer I ask God for forgiveness, and I thank Him for another day. I also ask the Lord Jesus Christ to walk with me and make my path a righteous one for the time that I am granted among the living. Forever, I am thankful for each day that is added to this everlasting equation.
On New Year's Eve of 2018 I decided to start reading the Word. It would eventually become a challenge. Between January and December of 2019, I had read from Genesis to Malachi. Anxiety and paranoia brought by the COVID-19 global pandemic caused me to drift away and lean on my own understanding. To be honest the only thing I could do was get on my knees and pray. The minute I decided to do this the Holy Spirit took control, and I was able to read the Word again. Although I don't have a sufficient understanding of The Gospels-Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John I know the four purposes of Jesus Christ according to the scriptures. The first was to prove to the world that Jesus Christ is The Messiah. Second, is to present the person, work, and teachings of Jesus Christ. Third, is to present an accurate account of the life of Jesus Christ and present him as Savior. Fourth and last, is to prove conclusively that Jesus Christ is the Son of Man and gives eternal life. If you wanted a more theological explanation, I don't know what to tell you. Everything that was said was enough for me.
My cousin Chris (Christopher Morgan Jr.) went from selling cars in North Carolina to forming a church. Chris along with one of his friends from college had given their lives to the Lord while attending a conference on their college campus. Together the both of them started to evangelize all throughout the campus. After they had graduated and received their degrees both Chris and his friend Elisha got together and started a small congregation. New Earth was the name that they chose for the purpose and calling God put them on. One day I got a text message from Chris inviting me to New Earth. The text even had the address, town, state of North Carolina, and area code. Watching a sermon of Chris breaking down Psalm 23 verse per verse was the only thing I needed to let me know that there was no hustling or fraudulent activities going on, but straight soul saving. I promised Chris that I would come and visit him at New Earth before the spring of 2020. However, the pandemic took a toll on our daily necessities (including the use of highways and airports). COVID didn't just come with the lost of loved ones, but with mandates and restrictions. Members of New Earth were not supporters of these new rules of human engagement. During a bible study/conversation Chris told me that he and the congregation were relocating to Nevada. Our conversation was ended abruptly with me receiving a disclosed address.
From the minute Chris dropped the news on me to this day I laugh from the bottom of my soul. Over and over again I ask myself what would a black man want with a state like Nevada? Then I ask myself why in the hell is my black ass stuck in the middle of the Grand Cannon. So that's when I shut my mouth.
As I'm riding on my M70 Farewell (given to me by a generous fellow that needed help wiring his car) my trailer is in the distance. Using my katana, I dug into the into the sand and carved out three crosses six feet from the entrance of my trailer. I pray that God protects the only place I call home. If I must find a new place of refuge than that will be that. Possessions of my choosing (including my bible and my katana) are with me. Jim sitting on the passenger seat barks in a constant pace (telling me to slow down perhaps). My shades protect my eyes from the toxic sand showers. The fade that's on my head needs a clean-up, but it will do.
Driving through the Las Vegas Strip was a skin-crawler (not to mention that this was my first time ever seeing the strip in person). Luxor, The Mirage, and The Flamingo Hotel were all but ruin. Prostitution, murder, and gambling ruled man. Eyes piercing with envy, lust, and even admiration stared at me and Jim as we continued on our way.
It was ten minutes to midnight (presumably). Arriving to the disclosed location Chris had given me I noticed that there was nothing in sight but remains that use to be a farm. Preventing Jim from falling asleep I turned off the motor and parked right where I was. Seconds later I would look down at my feet and see two red lasers. A man and a woman that were both armed with snipers approached me asking me about my whereabouts. Putting my hands where their eyes could see them, I go into my backpack and pull out a piece of paper that had the dislocated address (which was the exact place we were standing). Seeing that they both were having a little conversation of their own I noticed a familiar face. Through my face mask I was able to utter Elisha's name. In response he turned around and noticed my voice from when we use to have bible study over the phone. In a tone of relief Elisha's guard went down and he told his comrade not to worry. Soon I would be escorted by Elisha into the farm. The woman who was his comrade walked behind us with Jim's collar tucked in one of her hands. Before entering a wide door that came from the floor and would bring me to a congregation that was growing by the hour I was impressed. Impressed in the fact that this farm turned regiment still was in good condition, as well as being an antique. Greeting words such as "Praise God" and "Well Done Cadet" were thrown at me as I'm walking through a tunnel patched with hay. Chris (now King Melchizedek, aka King Mel) and I would meet each other eye to eye. Getting up from his throne King Mel tosses me an M16 rifle (which had Gal 3:28 on the handle) and says Merry Christmas bro. At this point I knew that there were things that I had to learn and topics that I needed to teach. I guess this is where my journey has to begin.
TO BE CONTINUED....
It was ten minutes to midnight (presumably). Arriving to the disclosed location Chris had given me I noticed that there was nothing in sight but remains that use to be a farm. Preventing Jim from falling asleep I turned off the motor and parked right where I was. Seconds later I would look down at my feet and see two red lasers. A man and a woman that were both armed with snipers approached me asking me about my whereabouts. Putting my hands where their eyes could see them, I go into my backpack and pull out a piece of paper that had the dislocated address (which was the exact place we were standing). Seeing that they both were having a little conversation of their own I noticed a familiar face. Through my face mask I was able to utter Elisha's name. In response he turned around and noticed my voice from when we use to have bible study over the phone. In a tone of relief Elisha's guard went down and he told his comrade not to worry. Soon I would be escorted by Elisha into the farm. The woman who was his comrade walked behind us with Jim's collar tucked in one of her hands. Before entering a wide door that came from the floor and would bring me to a congregation that was growing by the hour I was impressed. Impressed in the fact that this farm turned regiment still was in good condition, as well as being an antique. Greeting words such as "Praise God" and "Well Done Cadet" were thrown at me as I'm walking through a tunnel patched with hay. Chris (now King Melchizedek, aka King Mel) and I would meet each other eye to eye. Getting up from his throne King Mel tosses me an M16 rifle (which had Gal 3:28 on the handle) and says Merry Christmas bro. At this point I knew that there were things that I had to learn and topics that I needed to teach. I guess this is where my journey has to begin.
TO BE CONTINUED....
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