Sunburn, Sunsets, And The Difference Between Heaven and Hell

His feet were cold.
When you drag someone out of bed to martyr them, at least give them the justice of wearing their slippers. The Roman soldiers were not so kind.
He sang as they escorted him.
Psalm 113, something he had sung for years on Good Friday.
It bothered the hell out of the Romans.
This was good, he sang louder.

He was aware and had already fully accept what was about to happen. He had never met Jesus, those who wait upon the Lord will renew their strength, he'd waited, he was ready.
And he was about to meet Jesus.
The Roman soldiers agreed.
He was still singing when the flames lit.
His feet weren't cold anymore.

It didn't really hurt so much. More like.... sunburn.
When he was a child he had gone to the beach, he remembered the sound of the waves, the glorious, majestic sunsets.
And the sunburn.
It was always worth it.
That sunburn, that pain reminded him of freedom.
He smiled.
The Romans were having a bad day.

He was there for nearly 6 hours.
He sang alot, enjoyed the sunburn.
Freedom.
Haha! Glorious freedom!

He was getting bored.
He looked around at the impatient Romans and smiled again.

"Turn me over I'm done on this side"

They looked around at each other, the commanding officer shrugged, and they obliged the request.

His face was down now, his vision clouded by smoke.
He saw the beach again, the sunset, God's majesty screaming across the heavens.
Somewhere his memory and reality got mixed together.
He was a little child running on the beach, the sudden smoke made him cough and stumble, he fell to the ground, unable to breath.

He looked at the sunset, felt the sunburn, inhaled a deep breath, in the back of his mind he knew it was his last. He had no regrets of his life. His vision clouded again, he couldn't breath.
Couldn't Sing.
But he didn't need to sing anymore, the Angels sang for him
He looked at the sunset, and with his last earthly thought he realized... the sun was the other way.
Glorious.
Freedom.

"Hey Jesus."



-The Martyrdom of St. Lawrence in Rome in 258 A.D, at the age of 33.

Hell is not just a place where you go when you die, it is anywhere that God is not.
But God is everywhere. But what about when people shove him out.
The internment camps in WWII.
War. (With the exception of when your army is led by God)
Just 2 examples for you...
Some people would say St. Lawrence went through Hell to get to Heaven.
No, God was always with him, with the absence of God it would have been Hell for him.
But instead, all he got was a sunburn, and a new appreciation for slippers and sunsets.

In the darkest time of your life, when you go through Hell.
Look around you
God is there.

What I have found...

Is sometimes the difference between Heaven and Hell,

is just a little sunburn.

Peace... be with you
John 20:15
-Jason

Deathbeds, Revolution, and The Final Concerto

Hi.

So at this point the new name has been up for 2 hours and i've already received messages and comments with people delicately asking "What are you smoking and what can I do to help?" Or something related thereof.

I assure I am not literally dying, I'm quite well, in fact God wont let me die. lol Not that I've tried it, but I have too much left to do. And it's cool cause I think Jesus will come back before I die anyway....

So yea... my blog name. I'll get there, I promise.

In a walk with Christ we are called to die to ourselves daily. To give up everything we have. (Mt 10:37-39) What I've discovered is that it takes a while to die the first time. It takes a while to be honest without ourselves and dig things out to put them at our Saviors feet.
There comes a point where you not only say "God here I am"
But you say "God here is my heart, here are my weaknesses and my strengths, take it, make it yours, no matter how much it hurts."

You can see the change....

This is my deathbed
I lie here alone
When I close my eyes tonight
I know I'll be home

This is my deathbed.
The death of fear.
The death of pride
The death of jealousy
The death of complacency

You are not alone.
You are never alone. (John 16:32)


So the moral of this story is simple.
Get on your deathbed.
Quit crawling off the altar.
Stop running from your fears and face them.
This is news to some. But God loves you.
Alot.
Seriously.
Alot.
There are no words for it,
just trust me, and embrace it. :-)

Life is too short to waste time being afraid
Life is too short to waste time living for yourself.

That road is easy, but it is also empty.

But you already knew that.

So go.
Fix it.
Take whatevers dragging you down and kill it.
Take it out behind the woodshed and show it who's boss.
The rest of this blog will be here when you get back.
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All better?
Seriously. Get off the computer and go talk to yo Daddy. Not that Daddy.

Your Abba.

The straight narrow is sometimes difficult to find I know. But you have a guide.
(2 Samuel 22:29)



Ok now that we got that over with. Here's where I get all prophetic.


We (as in my target audience within my generation) are a broken generation.
At least 90% of my friends come from broken homes.
All of us have faced trials, faced the whole world tearing itself apart because it comes down to affecting each and every person in a way that breaks their hearts. But also fills them with a determination.

What happens when you get an ENTIRE GENERATION that is broken and wants nothing more than to FIX EVERYTHING that they have had to face?


REVOLUTION.

A revolution without music is a revolution not worth having.

God, the conductor, is tapping his baton on the music stand, the music has not even begun, he is just getting our attention, setting the rhythm for the Orchestra of Eternity.

The next generation will be the last, this generation is the leaders of the last gneration. Some of you who read this will not see death before you see the Son of God come across the sky.
Some of you will be great leaders.
Great teachers.
Pillars of the faith in your families and workplaces.
Some of you will be missionaries.
Some of you will be martyrs.

The Final Concerto is starting. God is moving, he is getting our attention, and soon.
The music starts.
You are in that orchestra, are you ready to play your part?

Isaiah 6
Philippians 3:14
Revelation 7:9-17

-Jason


P.S. Use your imaginations, and enjoy the V for Vendetta video. lol
Revelation 22:21