a different side of the coin

this blog isn't about poetic expression or nice allusions; it is not about the depth of my writing skill or my ability to prove myself as a word smith; it is not about the white kid typing on this keyboard ranting about whats wrong with our world and Christianity as it presently is expressed. Now that you know what it isn't about let me tell you what it is...

Tonight somebody got shot: not a bullet on tv screen: a piece of lead in somebodies face, blowing half of it off. Tonight A kid down on parramore saw some stuff no kid should have to see. Tonight some mom's mouth is stuffed with something other than food so she can give food to her children. Tonight i was thinking like i do every night; how far humanity has strayed from being human.

We-and i mean the church-preach social charity and good living, but when it comes time to put out we go cold turkey. Im not writing to church bash; im writing to bash this foul mouth lie we have accepted and continue to accept every day of our lives: this lie that says its all about us. This bastard Gospel being preached that says God(JESUS) wants us to have loads of money and a happy,great life full of carefree enjoyment, and that he will take care of the poor without us lifting a finger.

Im sick of seeing these pigs preach breakthrough, sowing, waiting, breakthrough, sowing waiting...Its all bulloux, and the church is smiling as their mouth is full of it. During this meal of fallacy and self-delusion we scoff when reality is presented and find ourselves choking on our own mucus. And laying there dieing; we wonder what happened. As our enemies gather round and say that the proof our God doesn't exist, is in our last breath. I dare to say, THAT God does not exist.

Please, before you crucify me or label me as just another preacher of hate speech, just finish reading.

I remember this sweet little parable that talks about this guy that came to Jesus and asked what he had to do to get to heaven. He proceeded to say he followed all the law and the prophets, and Jesus looked at him and told him to sell everything he had and give to the poor. He walked away and Jesus never ran after him.

I love jesus. He was never fancy with words to get the big tithers.

The God of the American eye is not Jesus as he walked. the American church is that young man, and their God didn't watch them walk away, their God ran after them and said "hey, you know what let me make this easier, thats not what i really meant. what i really meant was sell some stuff and just help out a poor guy you don't have to sell all of it."-and you know what? I cant blame them for believing in that God.

That God seems like a nice guy, wants them happy, warm and fuzzy. it's a nice thought. sadly, that God Wants them to look with pity at the poor but never requires them to eat with them. To look with pity at sinners, then meet in our pretty white walls with a beautiful steeple, and talk about how not to become like those on the outside.

But you know what?-That's not God.

And here i am. With my present dilemma. If that is not God. Where are all those people in the white walls going when they die?

You know, you might say that its ok that they missed it on a couple points. Well, i disagree. These are not just a couple points. Jesus said there were two commandments the law and the prophets were summed up in...that means two commands the whole bible is summed up in. LOVE THE LORD YOUR GOD WITH ALL YOUR HEART ALL YOUR SOUL AND MIGHT and LOVE YOUR NEIGHBOR AS YOURSELF.

I think our problem is love. And God being love...well then our problem is with God.

Let's go back to that person that had their face blown off. They were made in the image of God; the person holding that smoking gun...yeah they were to. God loves them. Do we? Do we really love? Do we really love so much that we would give our lives for the man holding that smoking gun? Even if that face that got blown off was our child, our mother, our brother or sister? If we answered no, well then we have a problem. Because jesus would and did. And he says unless we drink form the same cup as him we have no part in him. Its a hard pill to swallow. Especially when you know it will kill you...but you know that pill has Jesus written all over it.

HA it has been about a month since my last post. I dont even know if anyone is reading these anymore. However, i am about to leave to texas to preach at a youth conference. If you could keep me in prayer. Much love to everyone

move with me

God is faithful. I preached this past sunday at my church-www.worshiphouseofprayer.com-man it was sick. i spoke on the dreams, love and faith. And it had nothing to do with me, but these are things God has burned so deep in my spirit and i felt honored to be able to share about them. i will try to post a video soon. Being back in orlando has brought me to such a place of
contentment with Jesus like i ave never know. Everyday i feel his burning eyes of love over my heart. And everyday i feel like i am closer and closer to his heart. I ask that you would move with me. move in prayer. move in intercession. move with me toward the heart of God

More from me soon
much love fam
Levi

hey im back in o town-orlando and i love everyody hit me up, trecel1@yahoo.com or call my cell much love fam and patrick i miss you as well and your pirate fiend lol

update

hey im in canada been a loooooong time will try to update soon

Im in texas preaching for the next few days, the summer of love tour is CRAZY keep me in your prayer-levi

Letting go of the shiny coin

In the words of the ever-so-eloquent Mathew Leforrest Ray, also know as, Mattyray, "sometimes you gotta let go, let go, to hold on..." And it is in this obvious contradiction that i find the most humbling and comforting truth. You see we are at times like a raccoon, ever washing ourselves and our food; scavenging here and there to satisfy the desire in the pit of our belly. However there are times when, in the pursuit of this satisfaction, something other worldly catches our eye. A shiny coin or object sitting in the bottom of a jar that we can barley fit our hand into. And here, our hearts jump in elation as our eyes glaze over with lust for said objects; we reach deep into that jar and grasp that coin-cool and hard-and with fist clenched tight, we attempt to pull it close to our chest. Eyes wide with adrenaline and excitement we pull: and pull and pull. Now, our hearts sink into the muck of lowliest part of our emotional dissatisfaction as our hand-currently to large to pull out of the jar-clanks against the rim again and again and again. It is here are minds enter into a frantic state, we here footsteps that are not there, see movement that fades away as quickly as they came. While we still pull unwilling to let go of the coin in the jar. We know the coin is not useful-being a raccoon of course-we cannot buy or sell with it, cannot eat it, or mold it. What is it good for then. Nothing except to satisfy our lust for the shine it contains. Up to this point our lives have been simple, sleep, eat wash, live in peace and contentment, but now, these lives are filled with fear, anger and confusion. Here, at this precise point a whisper enters our mind. "let go..." NO! we can not let go the coin is to shiney to beautiful to, to, to perfect. "just let go..." Why! why should we let go? We can get the coin out just keep pulling harder and harder until something happens. "just let go...let go to hold on..." What! that makes no sense, there is no logic in letting go, we have the coin we just have to keep holding on! "sometimes you gotta let go, let go to hold on." Thoughts running rampant, we see we are losing our gripp on our peace, our joy and our life; so we let go. We let go of the shiny coin; our hand sliding out free as the echo of the metal clangs against the jar. Freedom, all because we let go...