Tuesday, March 14, 2017

Idols | Images of the heart that take you away from God's Love.

Can you imagine carving a wooden statue, bowing down to it, and calling it your god?


It sounds ridiculous, right? Nobody in modern western culture would bow down to a wood statue, that's just stupid.


I've read about "Idols" all my life. I always wondered, why would these ancient people be so dumb as to bow down and worship a wooden statue? I mean, how ignorant do you have to be?

However, that got me thinking... if the entire ancient world (for most of Israel's history) had this issue with idols... there must be something more to it. Maybe, just maybe, we still deal with idols in the United States of America in 2017.

The following chapter has been my meditation for a few months now. I thought I'd share my thoughts about idols.:
Ezekiel 14 NKJV
1 Now some of the elders of Israel came to me and sat before me. 2 And the word of the Lord came to me, saying, 
3 "Son of man, these men have set up their idols in their hearts, and put before them that which causes them to stumble into iniquity. Should I let Myself be inquired of at all by them? 4 Therefore speak to them, and say to them, 'Thus says the Lord God: "Everyone of the house of Israel who sets up his idols in his heart, and puts before him what causes him to stumble into iniquity, and then comes to the prophet, I the Lord will answer him who comes, according to the multitude of his idols, 5 that I may seize the house of Israel by their heart, because they are all estranged from Me by their idols." ' 
6 "Therefore say to the house of Israel, 'Thus says the Lord God: "Repent, turn away from your idols, and turn your faces away from all your abominations. 7 For anyone of the house of Israel, or of the strangers who dwell in Israel, who separates himself from Me and sets up his idols in his heart and puts before him what causes him to stumble into iniquity, then comes to a prophet to inquire of him concerning Me, I the Lord will answer him by Myself. 8 I will set My face against that man and make him a sign and a proverb, and I will cut him off from the midst of My people. Then you shall know that I am the Lord. 9 And if the prophet is induced to speak anything, I the Lord have induced that prophet, and I will stretch out My hand against him and destroy him from among My people Israel. 
10 And they shall bear their iniquity; the punishment of the prophet shall be the same as the punishment of the one who inquired, 11 that the house of Israel may no longer stray from Me, nor be profaned anymore with all their transgressions, but that they may be My people and I may be their God," says the Lord God.' " 

Definitions for our purposes today:

Iniquity: Consequence of Sin / Bent toward sin

Hypocrite: Crete (speak) Hippa (underneath), one who speaks underneath. An Actor, pretender, one who speaks in the covert instead of the overt.

Idol: An Image. The word from which we get: Imagination.


Breaking it down, what is an idol?

Representation: At the most basic level, the ancient people were not worshiping a statue. They didn't believe that the statue was their god. They believed that the statue was a physical representation of their god, something with which to focus their minds on during worship. The "real god" was out there somewhere, but this gave them something to look at, focus on, and talk to.

Heart Issue vs Physical Issue: When you look at this verse in Ezekiel 14, you see that an Idol is set up in the heart. Worshiping an idol is worshiping an image, idea, ideal, thought, or imagination that counters God's image for you and your life or counters anything about who God is.

An Idol is an image/want/thought/ imagination/desire turned into a movie in my head that sounds better than what I have right now and makes me want to pursue that desire despite what God has said about it.

When any image (imagination) causes me to want God, or the things of God, less... it is an Idol In My Heart.


Self-Stumbling, who needs the devil?

You ever have a song stuck in your head, maybe from a commercial? All someone has to do is start the song, and you will finish it, even if only in your head. Think of your weaknesses, the desires you entertain but shouldn't as songs. He doesn't have to hold your hand all the way into sin. All the devil has to do is start the song, and you'll finish it.

When I entertain images in my heart that counter God's image for me, I am setting myself up to stumble. Nobody else put that stumbling block in front of me, I did it to myself. Sure, the devil may have started the song, but I finished on my own just fine. 

We all have these, areas that we are prone to wonder in, mire in, linger in... look too long at.

For me, it was Pornography and Sex. Stare just a little longer at that girl across the way, imagine what it would be like to be with her. I'm not even looking for hardcore porn, just noticed an advertisement or a Facebook post... and I lingered there. That old song starts playing.

Once that song starts playing, I can make more and more room for that image. And the more room I make, the more room it takes... until it becomes and all-consuming fire.

Iniquity can either be called the Consequence of Sin or the Bent Toward Sin.Therefore, When you set up images in your own heart, causing yourself to stumble, you create a bent (habit, tendency, pattern) toward sin... it gets easier and easier to go back; easier and easier to go further.


Did you betray God and commit spiritual adultery?

Long, LONG, before you ever committed physical adultery (or insert your sin here), you committed spiritual adultery (also known as Idolatry).

Only God should be that all-consuming fire in our heart (Deut 4:24 & Hebrews 12:29). Our God is out lover. He is jealous. When you set up images in your heart that counter His will for you, His place in your heart, or images of God himself that are not real to his nature... you are committing idoltry/spiritual adultery.

So if you want a sure fire way to fall into Idolatry, here are the steps.

3 Steps into idolatry:

  1. Make serving God convenient (make His Word and Presence a lower priority than other desires or pressures).
  2. Add Other Things. Start feeding false images that counter his Word/Will.
  3. Spiritual Departure. The images will lead you further and further from Him until you wake up one day to find yourself far, far away.

Here are the order of events as I see them in Ezekiel 14:

  1. Presumption: Images, once established in the heart, cause us to make provision for the image. We set up our own image and stumbling block.
  2. Estrangement/Adultery: Images counter to God are spiritual adultery/affair. They cause us to separate ourselves from God, God's Will, God's True Image (of us and Him).
    • Jer 3:9-14
  3. Consequences (verse 10): They (the person who sets up a counterfeit image in their own heart), will bear (have in and on themselves) their iniquity (consequence/bent). 
    • Association: Anyone who participates or supports this person will suffer the same fate.
  4. GRACE: God's ultimate plan is to brings us back to Him.

GRACE

Sin will not affect God's love for you; however, sin will affect your love for God. Sin separates the heart and makes you deaf to his voice. Tuning into Sin tunes out God.

God loves you more than you could possibly understand. God is so passionate about the object of His love that he will not stand for anything to harm the object of His love; even when the thing causing the harm is the object of His love.

If you are being harmed by sin, and you are because it brings death, God will step in and try to bring you out of it and bring you back to Himself. You are never too far gone for God.

Sin creates distance but does not diminish His love for you.
Some make the mistake of seeing a set of verses like this and seeing an angry God. Nothing could be further from the truth. God is passionately in love with you, and he doesn't want to see you hurt.

The natural by-product of sin is death, as the natural by-product of jumping from a roof is falling to the ground. He doesn't want to see death in your life. He didn't bring the death, it was just a consequence. He wants to prevent death, or heal it if you persist into it.


Those are the thoughts perculating in my mind, more to come,


Darrell G. Wolfe

Storyteller | Writer | Thinker | Consultant | Multipotentialite

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Sunday, March 12, 2017

A man, a woman, a forest and the secrets rendezvous... A story of recovery after betrayal and affair.

My Story...

This is the first of many writings I will do on this very personal topic that so radically affected and changed my life and that of my family.

The last half of 2016 was the worst year of my life. I had suffered from Pornography and Sexual Addiction since I was 5 years old. That addiction created a division in my soul, two people competing for the same body. The Christian Darrell and the Sex-Addict Darrell were fighting for control. I never could gain complete mastery over the addict. I tried locking him away in a corner of my heart, but he kept getting free. That struggle culminated in my near-abandonment of everything I was and held dear.

Finally, I cracked.

"If I can't be a whole Christian," I reasoned, "I will be a whole heathen."

In October 2016, I went back to smoking, drinking, and I started having an affair. I moved into the guest room and told my wife I was leaving her, the kids, God, Jesus, Church... All of it.

At the same time, I knew I wasn't in a good place. I reached out for one last chance Hail-Mary Pass. I put myself out to a Men's Small Group leader, who had a background with addicts. I showed up every Friday. I also started seeing a Christian Psychologist. I had a few talks with another friend who knew something about sexual addiction. I didn't admit to anyone, other than my Psychologist, the full breadth of my on-going decisions, but I admitted to as much as I felt I could. These didn't stop my behaviors, but they were a last attempt before cutting all ties with Christian Darrell.

But God...

On January 6th, 2017, my wife and I were discussing a pending divorce, when God stepped in. He spoke through her, and she shared the hurts and pains of her heart. As she shared her story, the shame wall that I had locked the Addict behind melted. The two partial personas evaporated, melded, and became one whole person.

God miraculously delivered me from the bondage that held me captive my entire life. He healed the division in my soul and I became one whole person for the first time since I was five years old.

Since that day, I've been having to work out the salvation he started in my soul. The brokenness was healed but the old thought patterns established in my brain still needed re-wiring. The mind needed to be renewed to the healing experienced in my soul/spirit.

During this time, my wife and I fell in love again. She leaned in to my healing process and joined me in it.

Our Story...

However, I found it difficult to understand her side, how she felt. I didn't understand the wounds she received during my years of pain. I was so wrapped up in my own experience, I had never been through or understood her experience. I needed some help to transition from my healing to helping her with her own healing.

The following story was provided for me by my wife. After I betrayed her and scarred her heart, we came together and found healing and restoration. We are now in love and building the marriage we never had.

As I recovered, I was very focused on what my experience was. But every time I shared what I had been going through, I was causing her new (renewed) pain. I didn't understand. I couldn't see what her side looked like because I hadn't lived it.

In an effort to help me understand her side and how it felt for her, she provided the following. It was so profound that I asked her permission to share it publicly, so it could help other Husbands and Wives. She agreed.

Here is a fictionalized tale, to help Husbands hear their wives pain after an affair.... and help wives communicate it.

Since this story was written, we've gone through additional healing. This was the first of several steps that helped me see her pain for what it really was. The story isn't done, we have additional healing to go through. But we're on the right path now.

We hope this helps you on your journey...


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A man, a woman, a forest and the secrets rendezvous.

My husband, my lover, my rival and sometimes friend. We started out with promise and potential, and it turned into pain and despair.

After 13 years of confusion, pain, hurts, and love loss we were at the brink of destruction. He communicated to me that he was more hurt and more broken than I had ever known or realized; he still is learning just how hurt I was over the years.

But he was sorrowful and wanting peace.

I was hurt at the thought of him leaving me, the children and all the potential I still saw for us.

The rejection and from that point on the hurtful words stung every time they were spoken. Why did he want to hurt me so much? Why did he hate me and despise me for wanting to love him?

He told me of his hurting heart, his broken soul, and his anguished spirit. I cried with him, prayed for him and at times begged for God to answer his prayers...even the point of yelling "Why?!" at God for him and for myself, who was also hurting and in pain.

I know he enjoyed the forest, through the years we talked about the peacefulness of nature and rest that can sometimes be found there. He would afterward go for walks in the forest, staying later, walking farther and growing more distant from me as the days and months went on.

I wanted to help, to be a part of and comfort him in this time of struggle. So, the next time he went to the forest and didn't return for days without a word I decided to find him.

I entered the forest at the entrance to the hiking path, I knew he wouldn't stay on the path but it was a good place to start. The trail got steep, I fell a few times scrapping my hand and knee. With blood on my clothes, I turned around and headed home.

On my way out of the forest, an arrow flew by me, seemingly out of nowhere scrapping my shoulder as it passed. I ran out the forest and went home to take care of the scraps and bruises. My husband eventually came home and seeing me bandaged, he asked: "What happened?".

I told him that I went to find him, but got hurt and had to return home. I thought he would appreciate the gesture and recognize my efforts. Instead, he was angry and defensive. He told me I deserved the scraps and bruises and that even the arrow was in part my fault as I should have stayed out of the forest and left him be.

I asked if he knew where the arrow came from, he said the arrows were coming from inside the forest and it's not a big deal, it was none of my business what others were doing in the forest and I should get over it. He didn't care that my arm was still bleeding, though I was concerned that it could become a bigger problem. I had to deal with it on my own and try to move forward, wounded and bleeding.

He continued to go to the forest and I tried a few more times to find him, and every time I came home scraped, bruised and with an arrow wound or two. I stopped telling him that I was going into the forest and hoped that if I found him I would have the right thing to say that would make up for my intrusion, and perhaps help him.

The day came, after a huge fight, that he left for the forest and was gone for a week, I knew that this was it, either I would find him or he would be lost forever. I got some gear, hiking boots this time, some extra water and of course some protein bars. I was going to find him and I wasn't going to turn back. I decided to enter the forest from a new direction and work my way around, hopefully avoiding those arrows that seemed to find me every time I entered that hateful forest.

But of course it wasn't long before the arrows found me, it was beginning to feel purposeful. But how? Who? They always got me, a scrap here, a wound there... I was limping, the wound in my arm cut deeper with repeated strikes. My head was bleeding from a fall that happened when an arrow went through my leg. But I was going to find him or die trying and I continued on.

Up ahead I heard some laughter, I thought perhaps they could help me, I ran out of bandages and water many hours before. As I moved toward the sounds I noticed a clearing, through the trees the sun was shining, the grass was green and I think I heard the sounds of a brook. I heard a woman clearly now, "just one more" she said, and then we will eat. I heard the voice of my husband saying "okay" and then less than a second later an arrow found me.

With great speed and a sharp pointed tip, it struck my chest, grazing my heart, punctured a lung and continued straight through my body like a sharp hot knife through butter. I lost all feeling in my body, the pain was so great that I could not think. I stumbled forward into the clearing. I could see the smiles on their face as they stood hand-in-hand holding the bow that had just released an arrow.

THE ARROW.

The moment they looked away from each other and noticed me the woman's face went from joyful laughter to slight amusement. However, my husband's face held an expression of shock and frustration. He realized that I was bloodied, though he took little responsibility at that moment. He felt that it must be a ploy or exaggeration of any pain that could possibly come from an arrow.

I tried to call for help, to plead for assistance, but I had a hard time forming words. I managed to say:
"come... hurt... arrow..." 
After that last bit of energy was used up, I fell... The soft grass breaking my fall to a soft thud, and I lay there bleeding; wondering if I was going to die now and if I was hoping it would happen quickly.

They looked at me, unmoving, not willing to respond just yet. As though they wondered as well, and perhaps if I did die, at they could carry on with their day. The woman turned to my husband and whispered something into his ear. He looked at her with a sorrowful smile and said: "I can't, I need to at least check on her, I'll come back if I can."

She held his gaze, he kissed her and said: "It's probably not as bad as it seems." With that, he slowly turned and walked over to where I lay. He spoke harshly, accusing me of taking things too far and telling me of the time an arrow had cut his arm. It wasn't so bad, did he fall to the ground in heap? No! So why am I doing this, dramatic display of unnecessary drama?

He wanted me to get up, he offered to walk me home, and then we could talk and sort things out. He was upset when I didn't move. He turned to look at the woman, she still had the bow in arm and arrows nearby, and she spoke to him of the meal she had prepared

He was torn, I could tell as I gasped for air. He thought and observed me for a little. Then he saw the puddle of blood beginning to form from under my body and realized that this may be more serious than he thought. He knelt down, pressing his hands to the hole in my chest, trying to stop the blood from leaving my body so quickly. He tried to apologize, to explain, and to reason through what was happening and what happened.

But that wasn't going to stop the bleeding. He didn't want me do die but was still trying to figure out why? Why was arrow able to pierce through and wound so greatly. If only I had stayed away or at the edge of the forest, I may be hurt but not dying.

Why could he not see that I was only able to get this wound because of how deeply I cared for him?
I pushed through the minor and not so minor wounds, through the hunger and dehydration, and turned my head toward the voices I heard in the clearing, I was in the one place, in just the right position (of desperation in looking for him) that the arrow found no resistance in being able to go straight through me.

I was too weak to convince him that this was the truth, that the pain was real, or that his inability to understand the wounds didn't make them hurt less.

I could feel the pain from the arrow, and I could feel the blood draining from my body a little more with every pained heartbeat, but what hurt more than that, was when even after knowing that I was hurt, bleeding and possibly dying, he looked up and turned his head away from me to look at her. His thoughts lingering on what he had just given up, what he was currently missing out on, and how happy he had felt in the forest with her.

She saw him looking and she raised a plate, inviting him to come back to the meal. He slowly shook his head no, but his stomach growled in protest. She raised the bow and an arrow, with the same phrase I had heard before. She said: "just one more", but this time added, "the damage is done, one more can't make things any worse".

He looked at her, the bow and the new shiny arrow, and he remembered how much fun it was to hold the bow, to raise the arrow and excitement as you release the arrow, watching it soar through the sky and disappear into the trees of the forest. He, knew from that first conversation long before that his wife was getting scraped and bruised, but in the moment it was fun.

As I laid there I realized that he still liked the woman, the bow, and the arrows. I was bleeding to death, but he held none of these things as his responsibility. They were things he was fond of, and yes they hurt his wife, but why should that change his perspective of them or how he had felt when he was with them?

His hands now covered in blood, he was sorry and was doing whatever he could to try to save me. He raced to get bandages and water. And slowly he worked to stop the bleeding so he could get me out of the forest. So he could get his wife help and see her healed. He realized he loved her, needed her and wanted her, but would she be able to survive? He wasn't sure.

The problem was located in what he didn't realize; that with every fond thought or memory of the picnic, the woman or the bows,  his hands lifted slightly off of my chest and the blood was able to flow more freely from my body. Any patch or bandage that he had positioned would get soaked and loosened.

Because the bleeding had been slowed down, I was able to communicate a little here and there. I tried to ask, then I begged him to see the arrow, the bow, the picnic and the woman in light of the devastation they caused, but he could not.

He considered pretending to be over that time, to act like it now meant little or nothing, as though her pain and suffering overwrote what he had experienced before. That when he thought of the picnic, instead of remembering the satisfaction of the meal, the image of my dehydrated flesh would replace it. And when he thought of the bow and arrows, instead of remembering the fun, the images of my broken body would replace it. And when he thought of the woman, instead of remembering easy times of conversation and connection, the image of my body limp in a puddle of my own blood would replace them... But I could tell that it still bothered him. I wanted real change, real connection, not pretending.

Turning his head around toward her, and seeing the blood on his hands, tears started to fill his eyes...

He lifted his hand from her not yet bandaged body without thinking about the pain she would feel and began to cry. She was in pain and tired but looking up at him she felt sorry for him. With as much energy as she could muster she raised a hand to his cheek wiping a tear, saying 'I am hurt, but it will be alright'...

Looking into her eyes he slowly spoke as more tears ran down his cheeks and said 'I miss her, I was beginning to love her and I miss her'.

When she heard this she wished she was well enough to run away, into the forest so she could have the comfort of death. The pain would be gone, and this would be over. But she kept her hand on his cheek, offering comfort and saying again to him 'it will be alright'.

He cried a little more turning his head to the picnic, 'I wish you could see my side of this, maybe if you could understand somehow it could comfort you to know that while you thought I was alone and in pain, hurting and longing for help. And though every action brought you pain and heartache, I was not alone...I had someone to talk to, to be with... And that time was special to me.

She nodded her head lowered her hand and a tear slowly fell down her cheek, she closed her eyes, and every last bit of energy she had in her drained from her soul, just as the blood was draining from her body.

And now...

And this is where we were, me slowly getting patched up, hoping he can give me his full undivided thoughts so that the bleeding can be stopped. I am laying here, pleading with all that I am to be enough, but how can I be?

How can someone so hurt and broken compete with a happy memory? The work of trying to patch someone up versus the memory of the ease of a picnic in a forest clearing.

I am jealous of those memories because we didn't get to have that type of time. And sometimes when his hands lift, ever so slightly, and the blood flows again the pain is worse than the original strike of the arrow.

In the back of my mind, I wish he would let me be so I can die and find peace in death. I know that life is better, that once healed life will be more than I ever imagined, but right now when I feel the blood seeping through the bandage, dripping from my wounds and he tells me that his affections for her shouldn't be an issue, I wish that he could see the truth.

That it is an issue, that's it is still causing pain... I can feel him the slight lift of his hand, the blood, and the pain...and just because he cannot perceive these things doesn't mean they are not happening.

So I lay here wondering why did these things happen? And when will the bleeding stop, so I can begin to heal? And how can his perception change so he can see behind the veil, and into the heart of what has happened?

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This story set me (Darrell) free in profound ways, helping me connect with my wife's heart. It set her (Flavia) free to share her heart and know she was really heard. 

I hope it helped you and set you free too. Share this story with other Husbands and Wives (and those to be), that it may set them free too. 
God Bless,

Darrell & Flavia Wolfe

Storyteller | Writer | Thinker | Consultant | Multipotentialite

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Friday, March 10, 2017

Notes from my Men's Meeting | 03/10/17


It's not about you! The Ancient One, Dr. Strange

Delayed obedience is disobedience. Todd White

Acts 14:3 God confirms His Word with signs. A lack of signs in your life is a sign of a lack of His Word.







Darrell G. Wolfe

Storyteller | Writer | Thinker | Consultant | Multipotentialite

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Wednesday, March 1, 2017

News flash: Moving Update


We accepted an offer on the house for $160,000.00 cash. We are expected to close on 03/17/17, provided all goes well. We'll be moving to Coeur d'Alene, Idaho and leaving between 03/17-03/20.




Darrell G. Wolfe

Storyteller | Writer | Thinker | Consultant | Multipotentialite

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Tuesday, February 21, 2017

Almost There... 3... 2... 1... Go!


Almost there... Almost ready to sell this house. We have a few things to finish then we can list the house for sale. Then the new adventure starts in Idaho.

I don't know what to expect, only that things are so very, very, different now. My wife and I are in love, and communicating in ways I didn't know were possible. My heart is free in profound ways. My relationship with my boys has improved exponentially.

And there is this... subtle... whisper? I have no words for it yet, but it's saying: "Come", or something to that effect. Coeur d'Alene, Idaho; here we come... almost.

Darrell G. Wolfe

Storyteller | Writer | Thinker | Consultant | Multipotentialite

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Monday, January 30, 2017

Daily Diet | Through His Spirit | #BeStillBeLed


1 Corinthians 2:9-10 English Standard Version (ESV)
9 But, as it is written,

“What no eye has seen, nor ear heard,
nor the heart of man imagined,
what God has prepared for those who love him”— 
10 these things God has revealed to us through the Spirit. For the Spirit searches everything, even the depths of God.
1 Corinthians 2:9-10Amplified Bible (AMP)
9 but just as it is written [in Scripture],

“Things which the eye has not seen and the ear has not heard,
And which have not entered the heart of man,
All that God has prepared for those who love Him [who hold Him in affectionate reverence, who obey Him, and who gratefully recognize the benefits that He has bestowed].” 
10 For God has unveiled them and revealed them to us through the [Holy] Spirit; for the Spirit searches all things [diligently], even [sounding and measuring] the [profound] depths of God [the divine counsels and things far beyond human understanding].

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Today I had no particular chapter and verse in mind, so I picked up my bible and it opened to 1 Corinthians 2. I read through chapters 2 and 3; and a verse that I had previously highlighted kept sticking out in my heart/mind. 

But God...

I always enjoy a good "But God". This or that awful thing happened, But God.... This or that truth about life is solid, But God... This or that giant has come to challenge us, But God... 

But God has revealed them to us through His Spirit.
Revealed what? The things which no eye has seen or ear heard. In other words, how can I know God's will and plan for my life, day, weeks, month, year.... 

By getting in touch with His Spirit. 

The HolySpirit is my guide, helper, teacher. It is the HolySpirits job to show me what I need to know to walk with him, and He Loves me, and He enjoys me, and He loves surprising me with things.

Let's say that life has done what life does, and I end up with a need for X. 

Some of the people in churches I've been to would go grab a verse that applies and shout: "In the name of Jesus, according to His word ____fill in verse here___ I demand X come into my life."

That's not wrong, but it's woefully incomplete. Rather, let's start by hearing God. You see, some circles call that faith, but faith requires hearing first. If you paused, prayed, and heard God and he gave your that verse and those words, then it would be faith. But if you just decided to do it, or did it because you heard someone else do it, it's not faith.

Faith comes by hearing. Not reading. Not even hearing someone else. Faith comes by hearing God's active voice. This is where it gets tricky. You see, the bible is not God's word. The bible is a book that contains God's word. It's dead words on a page until he actively (in the present) speaks them to you. 

So you can get faith by reading the bible if God speaks it to you. Or you can read it and walk away dead (like the Pharisees). It's only when God (in the present here and now) speaks to you that you can then respond in faith.

Now, God can speak through the bible or through a preacher or friend... and you can respond in faith. 

So, it's not faith because you found a verse. It's not faith because you heard a preacher or friend do it and you believed it. It's faith when God speaks it and you believe it.

So, back to this verse. God has revealed the things we haven't heard before to us through the HolySpirit. 

So it's time to spend time hearing God's voice through His HolySpirit. 

Next time you sit down for a quiet moment with God, don't just jump into your devotional, chapter, whatever... pause. Listen. See where He will direct you for that moment in time. He may just want to say: "Hi, I love you." Or He may want to give you a crucial piece of instruction to the next portion of your life.

#BeStillBeLed

Darrell G. Wolfe



Storyteller | Writer | Thinker | Consultant | Multipotentialite
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Thursday, January 26, 2017

Anointing | The Burden Removing, Yoke Destroying Power of God


I woke up this morning with neck pain, as is often the case. But rather than whine about it, or toss and turn until the pain meds kicked in, I decided to get up and pray.

I felt led to look up Isaiah 61:
1The Spirit of the Lord GOD is upon me because the LORD has anointed me to bring good news to the poor; he has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim liberty to the captives, and the opening of the prison to those who are bound; 2to proclaim the year of the LORD’s favor, and the day of vengeance of our God; to comfort all who mourn; 3to grant to those who mourn in Zion— to give them a beautiful headdress instead of ashes, the oil of gladness instead of mourning, the garment of praise instead of a faint spirit; that they may be called oaks of righteousness, the planting of the LORD, that he may be glorified. 4They shall build up the ancient ruins; they shall raise up the former devastations; they shall repair the ruined cities, the devastations of many generations

This chapter has been precious to me ever since I first learned about the anointing, in 2003, but in light of my new found healing and inner freedom, it is taken on a whole new depth of meaning to me.

One of the keys to understanding the anointing is to go back and read through Moses' first encounters with God, his establishment of Aaron as the priest of Israel, and God's specific instructions for creating an oil that can only be used by the priests for anointing and nothing else.

Then take a close look at Isaiah 10:27:
And it shall come to pass in that day, that his burden shall be taken away from off your shoulder, and his yoke from off your neck, and the yoke shall be destroyed because of the anointingKing James 2000 Bible
Many translations render the last word "Fat" or "Fatness". The word can be translated either Oil or Fat, depending on its context (oil = fat).

Some translations take that and impose their own interpretation on it, and say because you grew too fat or because of your prosperity. This is not wrong, but it is incomplete. The word Fat can mean that you are doing well in this culture, and someone who is anointed is doing well. 

The actual word here in this context is referring back to the anointing Oil, as given by Moses and used by the priests. 

One of my first pastors, Pastor Stewart Roberts, had this oil made according to the original biblical formula, found in Exodus 30:34-35. He used it in services to anoint people, as we are all now a royal priesthood. It's a highly fragrant oil, the smell is sweet and powerful. If someone were recently anointed you would know by your nose that they'd entered the room.

So what is the Anointing? It is the: The Burden Removing, Yoke Destroying Power of God

So if we are all now filled with the HolySpirit of God, and anointed, what are we anointed to do?

  • Bring good news to the poor: You don't have to be poor anymore (spiritually, physically, or financially). 
  • Heal broken hearts (distorted lenses, and hurting hearts).
  • Tell people who have been captive (to sin, sickness, demons, and fear) that they can be free!
  • Use that Power of God to take people who are bound (by addictions, sickness, demons, or fear) and set them free (by letting God's power work through you to heal, cast out, and deliver). 
But that's not all! There's more:

  • The Acceptable Year of the Lord refers to the Jubilee Year when all debts are wiped clean and everyone's property and fortune are restored. This was a type and shadow of Jesus' death and resurrection setting us free from Sin, Sickness, Demons, and Fear. We are to tell everyone we can about this Freedom and LIFE Jesus came to give.
  • Because of the gift of Jesus, we are able to show them beauty despite the death and destruction around them; Joy or Gladness or Thankfulness despite the sadness or grief they feel; and show them how to praise God in the very midst of adversity.
  • These attributes allow us to help them become firmly rooted in God's Kingdom, and they will then rebuild and restore others.

We are living in the last of the last days before the return of Jesus. The darkness of this world will continue to increase. The debt, death, and violence will not get better, only worse. 

Nevertheless, so too will God's people get more powerful. Where sin abounds, grace does much MORE abound

We will prosper despite the darkness and build the Kingdom of God until the day Jesus returns for his Bride. 

We will do it one soul at a time!

Let's go set the captives free!



Darrell G. Wolfe


Story Teller | INFJ | Futuristic | Intellection | Learner | Ideation | Achiever | Command | Input | Focus | Multipotentialite

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My name is Darrell G. Wolfe (aka D. G. Wolfe),

Storyteller | Writer | Thinker | Consultant | Multipotentialite

My gifting is to make complicated things simple. I seek to see Truth that daily changes me (and you) from the inside out.

What is your Unique Value Proposition (UVP). Why are you here on earth? How do you live the life God created you to live? What's stopping you from achieving God's best for you? How can you have more of the Abundant LIFE Jesus came to give?

These are some of the questions I explore on this site. Darrell