Christian Living, Encouragement | Posted by Inpulse1
Aug 20 2015

Like a lot of people, I deal with doubt. A lot. I remember shortly after I became saved (again). I was in my room praying, and meditating, and the thought that since I wasn’t perfect, that God was not happy with me.

Though I am resolved that God does love me, there have been times since then that I’ve had other doubts. Sometimes I doubt that I will even see tomorrow, or that God has a plan for me, despite the fact that I know quite the opposite.

But I still struggle with issues of trust. Sometimes life kind of pops a situation at me that, I kid you not, knocks me off my firm foundation. On the outside I act like everything will turn out fine, like I am some sort of optimist. But on the inside I am shaking like a darn leaf on a tree on a very windy day.

But a tree that is well rooted is never shaken. It’s roots sometimes dig far beneath the ground, longer and taller than the part of the tree on the top of the soil.

Since my mother passed away earlier in the year, and even before then, as I watched her getting weaker from all her years of living, I faced a mix of both doubt and faith. I didn’t know exactly what to expect, but I did (and do) continue to move forward (or to stand still, whatever it is that God demands).  There was a fear and/or doubt of what was going to happen to me. I knew that it wouldn’t be easy. I knew that there would be some bumps in the road. But I thank God because I knew that God had His hand on me and that He was increasing me in whatever it was that I needed to move on: whether it was maturity, faith, steadfastness, peace.

That last one though: peace. That is still an area I struggle with. I still face situations I do not like. Situations that cause me to run from my responsible, much like King David did. But I am still learning how God works. I am still learning that even though I face different storms than I did before, that Jesus is still walking on water in the storm, towards me.

Throughout my life, I’ve learned a very good lesson: there are things that are way beyond my control. There are people that are way beyond my control. But they are not beyond God’s control, and neither am I for that matter. I think back to the elementary school classic, and start to sing it “He’s God, He’s got the whole world in His hand!”

Even when we doubt, even when we don’t believe, even when we don’t trust…God is still at work in our lives.

So who am I…who are we, to limit God’s power in our lives?


Are You a Freaked Out Christian?

Christian Living, Encouragement | Posted by Inpulse1
Jul 30 2015


If there is one thing I will take from the world and apply it to my Christian life…actually any Christian life..is that it’s not always a doom and gloom future that we face. So many Christians are actually either looking forward to, or actually fearing the appearance of the anti-christ. Now, I don’t know about anyone else, but I am not one of those Christians. And there is a simple reason:

As a Christian I have nothing to fear that comes or is coming from the anti-Christ.  Since the Lord first called me, before I was even born again.. I’ve meant my fair share of people working for the anti-Christ.  Evil people who will do anything to steer you wrong, or hurt you, etc.  I’ve had experiences coming from subtle demonic forces that have nothing to do with people at all. Yes, I was freaked out by them, but they never made me denounce my faith in Jesus. In fact, I believe that such testing comes from God Himself. To both weaken us, and strengthen us.

And that’s exactly why I don’t fear the news of Doom and Gloom. What goes on in the world…the prophesied earthquakes, the government takeovers, the  FEMA camps, wars, etc.

And no, I don’t fear any “chip.” I don’t fear The Mark.

Unlike many Christians, who are prepared, or preparing to “Bug Out” I find myself in the unique position of not having the capabilities, or the finances to do so. Nor do I see a way that we can actually escape persecution..just as non-believers can’t escape the coming wrath of God.

So I don’t see any reason to fear what is coming, nor concerns. Of course, that doesn’t mean that if something drastic happens (like God splitting the heavens) that I won’t fear. I think that most of us including the weak and strongest Christian among us would. I just don’t fear what man is capable of doing, nor do I fear what man will do. Now I don’t know if, during any possible physical/mental torture I would actually be praising God. But I do know that I would be calling out to Him. By the way, for any uninformed Christian…Jesus does say that some, not all, will be put in prison, but only for ten days. Who knows what happens after ten days? Persecution doesn’t always mean we will be put to death. Perhaps we will be stripped of something dear to us: a limb, maybe a memory, or even our faith, but it will not be for eternity.

Man can only get away with evil for so long. Even satan has eternally limited powers. If the anti-christ/satan were to actually torture a Christian, there is actually a limited amount of damage he can do before God takes over.

The finishing point is that we shouldn’t be freaked out by the current, or future events that man/anti-christ has in store for us. But we should be freaked out by what and who is waiting for us at the end of these events. He is worth being freaked out over!

Revelation 21:8 But the fearful, and unbelieving, and the abominable, and murderers, and whoremongers, and sorcerers, and idolaters, and all liars, shall have their part in the lake which burneth with fire and brimstone: which is the second death.

A Whole Bit of The Half & Half Gospel?

Christian Living, Discouragement, Encouragement | Posted by Inpulse1
Jul 29 2015

I don’t exactly know where our country took a left turn. Many Christians will, and do, blame the President. But the President is just one man running a nation that, for the most part has abandoned whatever Christian roots it ever had.

But the President isn’t in charge of what’s going on within the walls of the church. The President really doesn’t care. Jesus should be the only one who is in charge, but now it seems that the only ones in charge are the worldly Christians. And what’s going on is a far cry from the Great Awakenings of the past. There is no longer a call to Holiness and repentance that is so widespread that it catches fire.

Many pastors it seems, have taken a laid back approach to their sermons. It’s more of an encouragement. Granted encouragement is always needed, especially for the Bible believing Christian in today’s world. But we can’t preach a laid back approach to sin. We can’t be soft to sin. Jesus, John, Jeremiah…none of the Biblical fathers were soft on sin. If you were caught in sin you had a choice: get out of sin quick!

Now as a Christian I am well aware of God’s enduring grace. And that’s important. It’s God’s grace that sets the Christian on fire, wanting to absolutely soak in God’s loving presence. It’s also God’s grace that is the overall theme in the Evangelicals life. It’s what drives us. or should, to seek the lost.

But the evangelistical Christian Spirit has for the most part been quenched. We no longer have Christians preaching on what really saves us: repentance from sin.

Both John and Jesus, when they came on the scene preached repentance of sin and a turning to God. Unfortunately it’s gotten to the point that we only preach the turning to God part.

Are we preaching half a truth, or half a lie?

A half and half gospel isn’t going to do anything. It’s not going to save souls, and it’s not going to guarantee that we get anyone to heaven.

By now, everybody knows that Jesus loves them: the fornicators does, the adulterers do, the gay person does, even the mother of all liar does.

In fact, were it not for the gospel of love, no true Christian would remain with Christ.

But the gospel of love is half of the story. The fact is that we are all guilty, or were guilty, of stripping and tearing Jesus down. We are all guilty of still nailing Him to the cross with our sins.

The other half of the story…conviction of sin, and the resulting repentance, is far too important to overlook.

Anyone who continues in willing sin is a total stranger to God.

I know all about sin. I know that even after I confessed Jesus as Lord and Savior, I still had sin in me. Even the Bible points out that “If a man says he has no sin he is a liar.”

But with God’s help, and an understand that sin separates us from God, we can overcome sin, we can get back into fellowship with Christ. But we cannot, and we must not, have one foot in the world, and one in heaven. We must not be divided on the issue of sin. As Christians we are called into the fellowship of Christ, we are called to the banqueting table, to buy gold refined in fire.

To continue in sin after knowing the truth is death.

Hell is Forever and Ever

Hell is Forever and Ever

A Dream about War, and Victory!

Christian Living, Encouragement | Posted by Inpulse1
Jul 01 2015

I do not advocate a physical war with gun, swords, or any other weapon. I do not advocate physical violence. I do advocate a war where Christians shun off what they themselves may fear, and what others may think. As the enemies of God come together en mass, I believe that Christians need to  come together in unity of the Spirit of the Lord, and start using their voices as the greatest and possibly last witness the world has ever seen.

I had the following dream about 10 years ago that may encourage Christians in light of today’s battle.

In the dream I was a spectator floating above the earth.  My eyes were focused on a small part of the United States. It was like looking down from an airplane at night flying over a well populated city with many lights. These lights were actually individual Christians.  The Christians were the “lights of the nation.”

The lights, which I could see clearly, were covered with a transparent glass-like armor. Each Christian were equipped with a flaming sword. While it was very bright with all the Christians very close to each other, there were a few dark spots on the ground.

Slowly, but steadily there appeared a very big black spot on the ground. I was taken to another view point that had me facing a mountain appearing out of the ground. This mountain was located just under the Great Lakes areas…around Illinois. The mountain developed a volcano like crater, which started spewing forth what appeared to be oil, but on closer inspection was a mass of human- sized beetles, or roaches.

The roaches continued to spew out of the earth, attacking and devouring everything in their path.  As the demons started attacking the lights, it was apparent that the lights had great strength, many of the demons fell, but the mountain still was letting out the blackness.

Soon the blackness of mountain seemed to be overpowering the lights, as many of the lights started to flicker steadily. I could see that although still strong, the lights were losing strength. Even more black spots started to appear sporadically across the nation. However, these were not the oil of new demons coming forth, but of the lifeless bodies of Christians who had either been killed, or overcome by carelessness, letting down their guards.

The beetles/oil/demons had now covered much of the United States. There were only a handful of lights now, enough to cover perhaps a small city or town. They were now centralized and appeared to be covering each other’s backs. Their strength was great. So much so that they were able to hold the demons back and not lose any more of their numbers. Still, the demons kept coming, though not as great as before.

Soon the mountain started running out of oil. while there was only a steady stream, it was thinning out. By this time the lights had their armor cracked…they were tired, battled and bruised and greatly shaken, but still standing. It was now early morning, just before sunrise. Everything was deadly quiet, compared to the previous sound of war: steel against steel.

The lights were standing still. When out of the horizon the sun rose, filling the darkness with light. All of a sudden there was a great shout of Victory with all the voices going off at once. The souls of the soldiers of lights were victorious, the darkness had been defeated.

The Plane in the Storm

Uncategorized | Posted by Inpulse1
Jun 30 2015

A pastor had been on a long flight from one place to another. The first warning of the approaching problems came when the sign on the airplane flashed on: Fasten your seat belts. Then, after a while, a calm voice said, “We shall not be serving the beverages at this time as we are expecting a little turbulence. Please be sure your seat belt is fastened.”

As he looked around the aircraft, it became obvious that many of the passengers were becoming apprehensive. Later, the voice of the announcer said, “We are so sorry that we are unable to serve the meal at this time. The turbulence is still ahead of us.”

And then the storm broke. The ominous cracks of thunder could be heard even above the roar of the engines. Lightning lit up the darkening skies, and within moments that great plane was like a cork tossed around on a celestial ocean. One moment the airplane was lifted on terrific currents of air; the next, it dropped as it were about to crash.

The pastor confessed that he shared the discomfort and fear of those around him. He said, “As I looked around the plane, I could see that nearly all the passengers were upset and alarmed. Some were praying. The future seemed ominous and many were wondering if they would make it through the storm.

“Then, I suddenly saw a little girl. Apparently the storm meant nothing to her. She had tucked her feet beneath her as she sat on her seat; she was reading a book and everything within her small world was calm and orderly.

“Sometimes she closed her eyes, then she would read again; then she would straighten her legs,  but worry and fear were not in her world. When the plane was being buffeted by the terrible storm when it lurched this way and that, as it rose and fell with frightening severity, when all the adults were scared half to death, that marvelous child was completely composed and unafraid.” The minister could hardly believe his eyes.

It was not surprising therefore, that when the plane finally reached its destination and all the passengers were hurrying to disembark, our pastor lingered to speak to the girl whom he had watched for such a long time. Having commented about the storm and behavior of the plane, he asked why she had not been afraid.

The child replied, “Cause my Daddy’s the pilot, and he’s taking me home.”

There are many kinds of storms that buffet us.

And we are in for a rough ride. Persecution may come for us at any time, especially with the events of the past week, but let us remember one thing while we are in the storm:

Our Father is the Pilot. He is in control and taking us home.

Doesn’t that make the storm worth it?

Chili Cook off

Uncategorized | Posted by Inpulse1
Jun 19 2015

If you can read this whole story without laughing, then there’s no hope for you. I was crying by the end. This is an actual account as relayed to paramedics at a chili cook-off in New Mexico.

Frank: “Recently, I was honored to be selected as a judge at a chili cook-off. The original person called in sick at the last moment and I happened to be standing there at the judge’s table, asking for directions to the Coors Light truck, when the call came in. I was assured by the other two judges (Native New Mexicans) that the chili wouldn’t be all that spicy; and, besides, they told me I could have free beer during the tasting, so I accepted and became Judge #3.”

Here are the scorecard notes from the event:
Judge # 1 — A little too heavy on the tomato. Amusing kick.
Judge # 2 — Nice, smooth tomato flavor. Very mild.
Judge # 3 (Frank) –– Holy crap, what the hell is this stuff? You could remove dried paint from your driveway. Took me two beers to put the flames out. I hope that’s the worst one. These New Mexicans are crazy.

Judge # 1 — Smoky, with a hint of pork. Slight jalapeno tang.
Judge # 2 — Exciting BBQ flavor, needs more peppers to be taken seriously.
Judge # 3 — Keep this out of the reach of children. I’m not sure what I’m supposed to taste besides pain. I had to wave off two people who wanted to give me the Heimlich maneuver. They had to rush in more beer when they saw the look on my face

Judge # 1 — Excellent firehouse chili. Great kick.
Judge # 2 — A bit salty, good use of peppers.
Judge # 3 — Call the EPA. I’ve located a uranium spill. My nose feels like I have been snorting Drano. Everyone knows the routine by now. Get me more beer before I ignite. Barmaid pounded me on the back, now my backbone is in the front part of my chest. I’m getting sh*t-faced from all of the beer.

Judge # 1 — Black bean chili with almost no spice. Disappointing
Judge # 2 — Hint of lime in the black beans. Good side dish for fish or other mild foods, not much of a chili
Judge # 3 — I felt something scraping across my tongue, but was unable to taste it. Is it possible to burn out taste buds? Sally, the beer maid, was standing behind me with fresh refills. This 300 lb. woman is starting to look HOT … just like this nuclear waste I’m eating! Is chili an aphrodisiac?

Judge # 1 — Meaty, strong chili.=2. Jalapeno peppers freshly ground, adding considerable kick. Very impressive.
Judge # 2 — Chili using shredded beef, could use more tomato. Must admit the jalapeno peppers make a strong statement.
Judge # 3 — My ears are ringing, sweat is pouring off my forehead and I can no longer focus my eyes. I farted, and four people behind me needed paramedics. The contestant seemed offended when I told her that her chili had given me brain damage. Sally saved my tongue from bleeding by pouring beer directly on it from the pitcher. I wonder if I’m burning my lips off. It really ticks me off that the other judges asked me to stop screaming. Screw them.

Judge # 1 — Thin yet bold vegetarian variety chili. Good=2 balance of spices and peppers.
Judge # 2 — The best yet. Aggressive use of peppers, onions, garlic. Superb.
Judge # 3 — My intestines are now a straight pipe filled with gaseous, sulfuric flames. I crapped on myself when I farted, and I’m worried it will eat through the chair. No one seems inclined to stand behind me except that Sally. Can’t feel my lips anymore. I need to wipe my butt with a snow cone

Judge # 1 — A mediocre chili with too much reliance on canned peppers.
Judge # 2 — Ho hum, tastes as if the chef literally threw in a can of chili peppers at the last moment. **I should take note that I am worried about Judge #3. He appears to be in a bit of distress as he is cursing uncontrollably
Judge # 3 — You could put a grenade in my mouth, pull the pin, and I wouldn’t feel a thing. I’ve lost sight in one eye, and the world sounds like it is made of rushing water. My shirt is covered with chili, which slid unnoticed out of my mouth. My pants are full of lava to match my shirt. At least during the autopsy, they’ll know what killed me. I’ve decided to stop breathing. It’s too painful. Screw it; I’m not getting any oxygen anyway. If I need air, I’ll just suck it in through the 4-inch hole in my stomach.

Judge # 1 — The perfect ending, this is a nice blend chili. Not too bold but spicy enough to declare its existence.
Judge # 2 — This final entry is a good, balanced chili. Neither mild nor hot. Sorry to see that most of it was lost when Judge #3 farted, passed out, fell over and pulled the chili pot down on top of himself. Not sure if he’s going to make it. Poor fella, wonder how he’d have reacted to really hot chili?
Judge # 3 — No report.​

War and Peace

Christian Living, Encouragement | Posted by Inpulse1
Jun 18 2015

Do you ever feel,
Or did you ever feel
As if there is a literal war going on within you?
As if you’re being ripped apart at the seams in a spiritual manner?
You want to explode like a volcanoe,
Yet you know that peace is the way to go?

I’m trying to keep the words of John 14:27 in me, meditating on them, and living by them. But it’s so hard to keep the fruits of the spirit alive in me lately.

Even with all the praying and bible reading I’ve done lately, it seems like I’m still walking through the valley of the shadow of death, and it has for a long time now.

Yet I don’t fear anything
Except perhaps where my own soul is stopping to rest.

*Just getting into a poem writing mode for a bit. So much going on in my heart and as a Christian I am feeling like I am walking a tightrope that’s about ready to snap. Bear with me… 🙂


Christian Living, Discouragement, Encouragement, judging | Posted by Inpulse1
Jun 17 2015

Deepening sadness as I lay in the dark
I’ve failed to preach the gospel no saved souls in sight
I’ve cursed and berated my fellow brothers
Yes, I’ve despised them
I’m not alright
There is love to be shown in a world without light
But angry Christians still put up a fight
Over a man dressed like a woman..
Oh what a fright!
Yet even the rich and famous need a godly light
It’s true when a Christian shuts up
The world itself is pulled away from the light
We need to stand up, stand out and stand tall
Not judging the lost, but speaking the light
Too many Christians aren’t living extraordinary lives
Lives full of love and piety
Instead they fight against the issues of this world?
When all Jesus ever said was “go and seek the lost”
Many people have already chosen their own destinies
Their own wills, their own ways
We cannot help the blind who want to be blind
I am not an example of Christ

Running Behind

Christian Living, Encouragement | Posted by Inpulse1
May 26 2015

running-behind-the-leaderI’ve been running behind on posting. A lot.

I’ve been feeling like I’ve lost my sense of direction. Things of course, have been getting harder with the passing of time. The freedom I was hanging on to has been seeming smashed. Hope has mysteriously disappeared. The future… the future is still shrouded in a very dense, black cloud.

You would think that as a Christian who’s been walking the same road for over 35 years or more, that I would learn from a few lessons along the way. And I have. But some lessons apparently bear repeating. Then along with the same lessons, there are new lessons to learn also.

The lessons are harsh sometimes, and they can take a lot oout of you both physically and emotionally. I’m not refering to the battle of faith that many Christians are going through right now with the freedom of speech, but of overall life: keeping your cool in extreme situations where you feel like you want to give up. Let me tell you a secret to giving up: there is no such thing. You will always stand by your convictions. You won’t back down, but most likely you will resign yourself that whatever it is that you’re fighting against is a losing battle. So you simply walk away, knowing that those circumstances aren’t going to change. Paul refered to it as being content in every situation: whether you’re in the good or bad.

It’s come down to focusing my thoughts, my actions, and a whole lot more, on trusting God. If there’s one thing I’ve learned is that trust can be fleeting. The bible tells us to trust no man. But God? God is not a man who should/would lie. Man always tries to straighten the path that God makes crooked (but not nessarily wide). It’s in our nature to make life easier for ourselves.

Of course, God isn’t going to lie to you. But that still doesn’t mean that God has it in easy for you. Yeah, you can get to heaven from here. You can enter into the Holy of Holies. But somewhere along the deepening bond building up between you and God there is hardship. And I am not going to lie. The greatest hardship you/we/me is ever going to have is trusting people.

You see, we have no choice but to trust God. God isn’t going to fail us. God isn’t going to die, turn His back on us, or do any of the thousands of things that people do.

One of the most beautiful phrases, among many in the Bible is “God is with us” It’s found in Psalm 46:

God is our refuge and strength,
A very present help in trouble.
Therefore we will not fear,
Even though the earth be removed,
And though the mountains be carried into the midst of the sea;
Though its waters roar and be troubled,
Though the mountains shake with its swelling. Selah

 There is a river whose streams shall make glad the city of God,
The holy place of the tabernacle of the Most High.
God is in the midst of her, she shall not be moved;
God shall help her, just at the break of dawn.
The nations raged, the kingdoms were moved;
He uttered His voice, the earth melted.

The Lord of hosts is with us;
The God of Jacob is our refuge. Selah

Come, behold the works of the Lord,
Who has made desolations in the earth.
He makes wars cease to the end of the earth;
He breaks the bow and cuts the spear in two;
He burns the chariot in the fire.

Be still, and know that I am God;
I will be exalted among the nations,
I will be exalted in the earth!

The Lord of hosts is with us;
The God of Jacob is our refuge. Selah

Continue to run after God my friends…to trust in Him knowing that He will guide you all the way!


10,000 Reasons to Believe

Christian Living, Encouragement, Uncategorized | Posted by Inpulse1
May 06 2015
i believe

i believe



Pastor Joe McKeever writes:

“Looking for a reason to have faith in God, His creation, and His plan for redemption? Take your pick, there are only about ten-thousand or so…

“If you believed Moses, you would believe me; for he wrote about me. But if you do not believe his writings, how will you believe my words?” (John 5:46-47).

I believe in God because I believe in butterflies.

I believe in God because I’ve seen a baby and held one and watched it grow into adulthood. And I have seen him hold babies of his own in his arms.

I believe in God because I watched the sunrise this morning.

I believe in God because of a lack of turbulence. As the earth spins around its axis, as the earth speeds around its orbit, as our solar system zooms through the galaxy, and as the galaxy tears across the heavens at enormous speeds, you and I don’t feel a thing. We can lay a ball on the ground today and it’s still there tomorrow morning, unmoved. I find that truly amazing.

I believe in God because of Jesus.

I believe in God because of the character of Jesus.

I believe in God because of the Bible. There is nothing like it. This book knows me, understands me, speaks to me, and speaks to every fresh situation in my life. It’s the most fascinating book in the world and has the testimony of history as to its truthfulness and the testimony of millions as to its Truth.

I believe in God because of the church. How it survived all these centuries with its human leadership flawed–oh man, is it ever flawed!–and still survives today and when it gets the gospel right is the best thing on the planet.

I believe in God because of my Grandma Bessie McKeever. Widowed when she had 11 children and one in the oven, she served God faithfully for another half century and was radiant in her testimony for the Savior.

I believe in God because everything in my heart and soul cries out that He is real, Jesus is alive, and I am His.

I believe because not to believe means voting for despair and meaningless, and I reject that.

I believe in God because of the humans who populate this planet. So far the silence from the search for extra-terrestrial intelligence has come up empty because–I figure–earth is unique and the only planet gifted with such creations of a loving God. The atheist figures that he is an accident. I reject that.

I believe God is a God of love because of the diversity in humanity, in flora and fauna. No two humans are alike. How in the world could He pull that off!!

I believe in God because of science. More and more, we learn how complex this universe is and how unlikely life on earth is. And yet, here we are.

I believe in God because He allows dissent and rebellion and free thought. You can join the Atheist Society and He doesn’t snuff you out in a fit of temper. He smiles at your naivete, I expect, but He allows you to do it. “He has not dealt with us according to our sins nor rewarded us according to our iniquities” (Psalm 103).

I believe because I see people suffer and come out stronger.

I believe because I see people suffer incredible misfortunes and emerge on the other side of it praising God for bringing them through and the things He taught them.

I believe in God and happily stake my life on it.

Each of us is indeed staking our lives on what we believe about God.

I flew in from California last night. The Airbus is a mighty impressive plane. As we boarded in Salt Lake City for the final leg of the flight, I did not stop to interview the captain and first officer. I did not ask to see the engineer’s report on the construction of that plane nor an update from the most recent mechanical examinations. I merely (I say this with a smile) staked my life on some people I do not know looking out for their own interests–and indirectly, for mine–in building a great plane and getting it through a stormy night successfully. They did it well, and I arrived in New Orleans around 1 a.m.

I believe because I’ve seen the kind of people that unbelief produces, and I want none of it. (I am well aware of all the talk about the noble atheist, but I’ve never known one. They tend to be angry and mean-spirited.)

I believe because it is a choice, no one forces me to do so, but everything I read and see about the Lord Jesus draws me in. I do so want to know HIm and to be loved by Him, and to live forever with Him. There is much about the Old Testament history that troubles me and I do not always appreciate, but there is nothing–absolutely nothing–about Jesus that does anything other than attract and impress me.

Whatever we believe about God, we stake our lives on it.”

Thanks Joe: Now it’s my turn 🙂

There are many more ways to believe in God. But the best way is to simply believe!