Nine Years

On this day nine years ago a very special event took place in my life. A deeply spiritual, and undeniably God ordained moment, shook the constructs of time and space. On August 29, 2009… my wife and I came into holy matrimony with each other before God and many of our closest friends and family.

This day was the fruition of a dream come true.

God is such a good god. He foresaw all things before our marriage, and beyond the fullness of our marriage, and knew the best and only woman for me is Abigail Caldwell (my woman in pink). He was gracious enough to give me a dream in the middle of the night to ensure my success of locking down one of the finest females to exist. Amen.

Even with clear, prophetic direction, I still had to step out in faith to attain my bride. As we all know, she was (and still is) highly out of my league. My ability to pursue her is a testament of biblical proportions of God’s grace. Even to this day I rely completely on the grace of our Heavenly Father to be the husband she deserves.

The past nine years have had its ups and downs (What marriage hasn’t?), and we have been through a lot as a family. But part of the foresight of what God saw in us included great achievement, love, and the will to overcome.


My love, my best friend, mother of my son‚ÄĒ you are the only woman for me. Nine years has gone by quickly and I look forward to 1,000 more with you. I’m sure deep into eternity that feeling will stay the same. Even though we both believe strongly that God has big plans for us, whatever they may be, I want you to know that I would be just fine with the simplest life as long as we’re side by side.

You possess the graciousness of The Creator of the universe. I am in awe of the goodness of God that you are my wife. You have proven your love for me countless times. You have been my greatest supporter in my most down times. You have made me believe that God can “do it again”. God has used you to mend my soul. God has used you to prove His own love for me. God has used you show me my future. But most of all, God has used you as a covering over me. Your prayers are priceless. Your beauty is matchless. Your strength is endless because your strength is Yahweh. I value you above all things, second only to God and Messiah.

I love you deeper than I ever have before. Deeper than I ever thought possible.

Happy Anniversary, ūüĎĽūüźĽ

-Love, Danny

My Oma

Nothing is quite comparable to the sinking feeling associated with hearing the grievous news of a loved one who has passed away. The unexpected words can compose a sense of shock and even disbelief. I got such words on the night of Tuesday, March 5th, 2018. God bless my older brother for being the one burdened to bear that message. No doubt that couldn’t have been easy.

My Oma (Oma is German for grandma, if you didn’t know) is whom the bad news was about.

My Oma is an unbelievably, amazing person.

Perpetually upbeat.

Vibrantly energetic.

Effortlessly nurturing.

The list goes on and on with so many great attributes to describe her. To say she’ll be missed is highly obvious and an understatement.

I will be flying out to California to be with my Dad’s side of the family to celebrate her memorial. It is truly bittersweet to see my family under these circumstances, and it thoroughly reminds me that being engaged with family is something that should be of high priority for us all. You never know when the abrupt interruption of such a message will be behind a ringing phone.

My Oma was a major part of my childhood. I have so many memories of her and the house she lived in in Long Beach. She ran a daycare for decades out of that house, so I’m sure there are multiple adults of my age that probably could share in the memory of it. I remember my Oma watching me and my brothers out of the kitchen window jumping off the elevated front porch. Seeing her smile through that window is unforgettable.

I remember my dad, uncle Dave, and aunt Heidi working up some elaborate scheme every year just to scare the wits out of my brothers and I, and the year my Oma decided to get in on it. She took a shot to the leg with my dad’s paintball gun to really sell the story.

I remember going for walks around the block with her. One time, when it was just me and her walking, my dad pulled up next to us and was pretending to be a stranger and she humorously leaned in the window and flipped him the bird. As a kid I was astonished, but now as an adult I can’t help but laugh because she would only ever do that in a humorous manner.

I remember her taking my older brother and I to get breakfast at McDonald’s early on Saturday mornings.

It’s been decades, but I can see the memories as vividly now as the moment they were stitched into the fabric of my mind back then.

My most recent memory of her was when she came to my wife and I’s wedding. It’s not necessarily as fond as the others because I sensed she was lonely. It was after the wedding procession and pictures were being taken. There was a moment I saw her by herself leaned up against the balcony rail, taking in the scenery. I could tell she missed her late husband. (She actually endured the passing of two husbands in her lifetime.) I think that was the first time I saw an emotion other than happiness exuding from my Oma. I will remember that moment forever.

She touched many lives in life, but has far beyond established her legacy in her passing. She will be greatly missed and the wonderful memories I have of my beloved Oma will forever be in my heart.

I love you, Oma.

No More Doubt About It… Defense Wins Championships

First things first… I stand corrected. My picks for the National Championship game was Clemson and Georgia. I pegged Clemson to win because they have a solid defense, but also because I don’t think anyone would refute they have a better offense than Bama. Enjoy.

This year in the FBS college football playoff, the four most deserving teams punched their tickets to the Sugar bowl and Rose bowl. Georgia vs. Oklahoma; Clemson vs. Alabama.

A long standing belief in the vast football universe is that “Offense wins games; defense wins championships!” College football has once more testified to that this year.

Out of all four teams, only one stands apart from its counterparts‚ÄĒ Oklahoma. By far, hands down, unequivocally, Oklahoma has the best offense in College Football this season. But, comparatively speaking, their defense isn’t necessarily anything to write home about. The other three teams hold something in common that no one can argue against; each have great defenses. Alabama, Georgia, and Clemson all are attributed to playing solid, consistent defense.

The Georgia/Oklahoma game was epic. It can easily be said it is an instant classic. Oklahoma had a lot to prove in this game, and despite the loss, they sure did just that. They are no one to be trifled with; they can put up points on anyone… ANYONE. Including elite defenses. The first half, they made Georgia’s defense look mediocre at best. The bad part about that is we all know it’s not. In fact it’s stellar. Georgia’s defense is arguably the best in the nation this season. Come the second half though, the Dawg’s defense came hungry and ready to feast. They shut out the most prolific offensive attack in the third quarter. That’s huge. Georgia won the game in that quarter, if you ask me. Had they not shut Oklahoma out that quarter and had another shootout with the Sooners, there wouldn’t have been an overtime. The Oklahoma fans would be yelling “Boomer Sooner” in Atlanta, January 8.

I’m sure a lot of doubters will say Georgia got lucky with that blocked field goal in 2OT. Or with the coffin nailing TD run by Sony Michel. But make no mistake; you can not refute that Kirby’s defensive dawgs is what kept them in the game, and ultimately is who should be attributed with the win.

A low scoring affair was the expectation of the Clemson/Alabama game for most people. The offense for each team can arguable be the “weaker” side of the ball in comparison to their respective defenses. It was clear in the second half whose defense wanted it more‚ÄĒ Alabama’s. Not that Clemson’s defensive effort wasn’t enough. It’s just that Bama’s defense dominated Clemson’s offense.

Defense 2; Offense 0‚ÄĒ and I’m sure defense will be undefeated after all is said and done.

The two best defensive teams in the country will be competing for the National Championship… and rightly so. Hats off to the SEC for producing a match up of two Juggernauts that are about to beat the brakes off each other.

New Year‚Äôs Resolutions Are A Sham

Quick! Someone call “Guinness Book Of World Records” because come January 1st millions of people worldwide will attempt to do the exact same thing‚ÄĒ commence their New Year’s resolutions.

It’s the time of year when lists are magnetically fastened to refrigerators, reminders are set to do mild exercises at the most inopportune times, kale smoothies become breakfast, and countless other goals set forth by people wanting, and needing, anywhere from minor to major life changes. We have all been here. Nothing inherently wrong with it.

Recently, a friend asked me if my wife and I are “resolution people”.¬† I answered with a feeble and unconvincing, “I guess so.”¬† I had never been asked that question before to be honest.¬† It’s always been a more direct question like, “What are your New Year’s resolutions?”, as if to assume I certainly need any.¬† I don’t take offense to much, but I could see where a direct question like that could cause a snowflake to melt and evaporate in less than a Planck instant.¬† “Are you resolution people?”…¬† I gotta say, it produced some thinking.

I began to realize based off of this question, that though I may set resolutions, I can not truly call myself a “resolution person”.¬† But come to think of it, does setting resolutions make me, or anyone else, a “resolution person”?¬† Anyone can make a list and either complete it or not.¬† What good is a resolution to lose 20 pounds only to put it back on later in the year during the holidays?¬† Not much of a resolution if you ask me.¬† The meaning of resolution is; the act or process of resolving; the act of solving.¬† It is a very direct, absolute word.

Olympic athletes have a resolve. Doctors have a resolve.¬† Navy Seals have a resolve.¬† All these people, and of the like, categorically have resolved within themselves to live a certain way; to become certain people; to let nothing stop them on who they intend to be.¬† The goal isn’t necessarily the resolution. No. The resolution is the person.¬† True resolutions should be inward. It’s not something you should limit to a list of does and don’ts.¬† It is something you resolve to become, and furthermore‚ÄĒ remain.

We can have our “bucket list” type things to do as New Year’s goals, like skydive or climb Everest.¬† Those are good, awesome¬†things.¬† But setting one adventurous goal pales in comparison to resolving to be an adventurous person.¬† I will forever believe that who we¬†are¬†will always transcend what we¬†do.

This new year, I resolve to become a Person of Resolution.

Adventures in Furniture Buying

This article is based on a recent, personal experience of buying new furniture. The business practices stated within this article do not represent the business practices of all furniture stores. Due to the subjectiveness of this article, and the personal experience content, there can be no guarantee that the results can be duplicated for you, if and when you attempt to purchase furniture. Enjoy.

In September of 2016 my wife and I began considering new furniture for our living room. We had the same couch and chaise lounge since we got married in 2009. It was great furniture that has years more use to it, but for us it was time. We had originally started considering building a new home which in turn led to us thinking about furniture, but plans for that unfortunately fell through.

On December, 30 2017, we made our purchase. A beautiful couch, loveseat, and chair and a half with an ottoman. It only felt right to share the experience we had in our adventure in furniture buying.

I’m not going to name the company that we dealt with, mainly to avoid conflict if somehow down the line that were to arise. The majority of our previous purchases have been from this chain, and overall we have been satisfied with our dealings with them.

…This go around was slightly different.

One Saturday we went in to look at the furniture we were interested in. We had already been acquainted with the brand and felt that it fit our wants and needs. Of course we were quickly greeted by an anticipating salesman as soon as we walked through the door. …shocking, huh?

He was a nice guy that apparently knew his stuff and was very personable. Having a background in automotive I am highly unintimidated by salespeople. So as we perused the showroom, he gave us info about the furniture of course, but also mentioned at lease twice that their company doesn’t mark their furniture up as much as others do. To me, that’s an immediate red flag, but I just let him talk as highly as he wanted about who he works for. As we rerouted back to what we were originally looking at I examined the price guide on the coffee table and noticed prices were “slashed” from MSRP. To be honest, up to this point I never really had a haggling bone in my body, but I felt the fire rise up in me to want to make a deal. We didn’t buy that night though. We were waiting until after Christmas to see how much cash we would get to help.

The following Tuesday morning I saw a commercial on TV for the company we were at saying “sales tax paid” until the first of the year. Intrigued, we went back up there that night only to find that the “slashed” prices were raised $100 on almost each item in that living room collection. This is not a new business practice and once again, I was not surprised. Nonetheless it still pissed me off and added fuel to the flame of haggling already kindled within me.

The next day I chose to do a little online investigating because the salesman informed me that they price match any advertised price… Challenge accepted. I checked the manufacturers website for a SKU# and exact title for the furniture and off I went. I consistently found prices identical to the original company we dealt with, but I also found prices much higher. Not to mention the half dozen articles verifying the high markup in the furniture industry. Through my web surfing journey I stumbled across a company that had the exact set we wanted. One problem though. They were in Colorado. I didn’t let that stop me though because the pricing was considerably lower than what was listed by the original company. As soon as my eyes saw it it dumped a deluge more of gasoline to make the haggling inferno inside me turn white hot… it was time.

Like a four year old running to the teacher to rat on his classmate, I immediately called the salesman to tell him my find. It was a high I’ve never felt before and I am proud to say I am forever hooked. He asked me what website I found the pricing and I informed him. He quickly stated he’d need to get with his manager to check on what they could do, but before I let him hang up the phone I spat out my offer. In response he says, “No guarantees, Mr. Kent. I’ll get back with you as soon as possible.” (Click)… I thought to myself, “I’ve won this battle!”

A little later he calls back. I rushed away from my desk to answer. I expected, “Sir, you got a deal!”, but noooo… They had to throw in that I would have to pay at least $300 in shipping to get it to me from that company in Denver, and that that company can’t be making a dime on that furniture for the price they have it listed for. I stopped him abruptly mid-sentence at that point, “Don’t give me that. I’ve been in sales and around retail long enough to know that a business does not sell anything to make nothing. You can’t tell me that you aren’t making money if you sold me the furniture at what I offered.” He jabbed back, “This is what we can let it go for, blah blah blah…”. I firmly and assuredly repeated what I would pay for it and of course, like before, he had to go back to his supervisor. The final reciprocal phone call, I thought, would be my victory solidified…

…it wasn’t.

They gave up the fight, but not in the way that favored me. They basically decided it would be better for them not to get a sale at all and would not come off their counteroffer. I was beyond dumbfounded. What arrogance?! What horrible business practice?! I’m pretty sure there is an unwritten statistic that verifies at least 20 out of 10 salespeople would agree, “A little profit is better than no profit.”

The devil is a liar!

After the call I was about 95% sure he’d call back that night to apologize and beg for my business, and eventually agree to my offer. Nope. The call never came.

I gave it till that Friday to call back. When I did, the salesman was very cordial and was still genuinely interested in helping me. He informed me that his hands really were tied on the matter. I made a counteroffer on their counteroffer, and let him know we’d be checking other places, but would be stopping by again Saturday. He didn’t call back that day.

That Saturday, we went back. The salesman approached and was easily read as being overwhelmed by a busy day. We conversed about my last offer, and to my dismay they still wouldn’t budge. We strolled through the store to arrive by the furniture we want. The salesman thought at this point it’d be best for me to deal directly with the sales manager. I agreed. As the manager approached, my wife asked if she and my son should go to another part of the store. I strongly agreed. My son doesn’t need to see this side of me yet. To be honest I didn’t know how it would play out.

We haggled together… it was awesome. I wanted the furniture, and he knew it. I knew that was why he wouldn’t meet me where I offered. However, he made one last offer. I paused and stared at the price for dramatic effect. “Let me go talk with my wife.” I turned away quickly, as if I was mad, for more dramatic flare.

We agreed to the price.

Though we didn’t get it for what we wanted to give for it, we still came out better than some putz who went in there and paid full sticker. We learned a stout lesson with this endeavor‚ÄĒ get over my pride, and haggle.

As an average consumer who has to budget and make good, responsible financial decisions I owe it to myself and my family to not pay full sticker on major purchases ever again. Even if we were well off, I would still haggle. From now on I will put up a fight that proves I work hard for the money I’m spending, and am not willing to give it up easily.

Haggling is an American institution. Join the club.

It’s been awhile…

Unfortunately, I can’t blame my lack of a blog post in several months on a planet-sized¬†case of writer’s block.¬† I’ve just been slightly¬†… well ok… extremely lazy.¬† What good is confessing my laziness without backing it up with excuses, huh? None whatsoever. I started a new job (again) at the beginning of October; the holidays came (we added one this year and fulfilled celebrating all eight days of Hanukkah); I rejoined my church’s worship team; lastly, we recently began furniture shopping. In all reality, each of those endeavors provides plenty of raw material to build a good blog post or two. So shame on me and my laziness.

The Worship Team

Two years ago I felt a “release”, if you will, by the Holy Spirit to step down from my position in the worship team at our church.¬† It was much needed.¬† I had served faithfully for about ten years up to that point, almost every single Sunday.¬† Needless to say, it took a toll. Also, in all candidness, my heart was not in it anymore. I was frustrated and felt I¬†was nowhere near where I believe God intended me to be.¬† Ministry left a stench in my nose and soul, and I¬†wanted no part of it.

Not long after, in February of 2016, my wife and I attended a Bethel worship night in Conway, Arkansas.¬† At the time it was a big step for me.¬† I wasn’t far removed from my worship ministry departure, and it did not appease me as much as I may have let on; nonetheless, I kept an open mind and heart in hopes that The Lord would speak to me.¬† I remember sitting in the auditorium before the music started feeling reminiscent of my adolescent days of depression.¬† I hated to hear the jabbering young hipsters around me talk about what kind of guitars the band is probably going to be playing.¬† Heaven,¬†help the person who needs me to stand up so they can get to their seat.¬† Much to my dismay, I couldn’t but feel like whale of raw emotion was billowing towards the surface about to breach.¬† Thankfully the band finally started and was loud enough to deafen my inner confliction.¬† A song or two in, I finally felt the familiar caress of the Holy Spirit.¬† He sure proved the nature of the name “Comforter” to me that night; just as He had countless times past.¬† I worshipped.¬† I cried.¬† He spoke to me.

Upon previous “concerts” of the likeness of this one, I usually would focus on the guitarists. I enjoyed the tones they were able to emit, and the effects selections within certain songs fascinated me.¬† I noticed it was different with this worship night.¬† I was entranced with the worship leaders and vocalists to the point where I knew it was The Lord drawing my attention to them.¬† He spoke to me gently, inside my spirit and asked, “When did I ask you to focus on guitar playing?”.¬† This question was clearly rhetorical and by no means could be answered.¬† Looking back, I can’t find the point in time where He specified such a command.¬† (Please know I felt zero ounces of condemnation when this correction happened.¬† The rebuke of The Lord harbors infinitely more love than the loftiest of accolades from friends and family.) So I examined my heart with the help of the Holy Spirit and it became clear again that my gift is in¬†leading¬†worship.¬† Not long after that night I set out to sell ALL of my electric guitar equipment and remarry the acoustic guitar.

So the past two years, being on a hiatus from a “formal” worship team setting, really allowed me to get reacquainted with my gift as a worship leader.¬† Back in September of this year (2017), I was singing and worshipping in my car on the way home from work and suddenly I felt the unction to rejoin the worship team at my church.¬† It felt identical to two years earlier when I was “released” from the team, except reversed.


“Oh, you’re Jewish?”, I was asked several times this year. I get it though. Our westernized “Christian” culture is very non-Jewish, so being asked that question was never surprising.

I would like to elaborate our position on holidays though…

The past few years have been very enlightening in regards to the depths of my professed faith. I always had an understanding that Christianity “derived”, so to speak, from Judaism, but never really had the revelation on the matter until maybe the last three years. We’re systematically taught growing up that Christianity and Judaism somewhat are two separate yet intermingled faiths. Even if that may not be what is directly taught from the American pulpit, it is most definitely, massively assumed by the majority of American Christians, and potentially Christians from the majority of other countries.

This is no longer my current, nor future orthodox. It has been abolished in my mind and spirit to believe that way. Yeshua/Jesus the Messiah was not sent to create a new religion or way of belief. He was Jewish; lived a Jewish life, and fulfilled Jewish prophecy and law.

So to bring this back around to the subject of holidays…

Hanukkah actually has a true story to back up the festivities. If you have never heard the story of Hanukkah and the Maccabean revolt it is a must. It’s miraculous. Christmas, on the other hand, is quite… well… pagan. Please investigate the details for yourself. I will not elaborate them here. Yes, it is the designated day/timeframe in which we celebrate the birth of The Savior, which I am on board with. However, it has lost all other appeal to me other than that. I obviously also enjoy the family time it produces. Christmas for a lot of people is very mystical, and comes with it a sense of wonderment that somewhat removes a little reality for them. I’m all for wonderment and creativity and celebrations, but to me, it is a ship that has been sailing the wrong direction for centuries.

Don’t get me started on the intentional lying parents do to their kids regarding a fat guy wearing a blood red suit who can break into people’s homes. And even worse, a possessed elf character that likes to sit on shelves. “But it’s just a bit of fun! It’s tradition.” Eh.. keep telling yourself that. Take it down to brass tax, you’re just setting your kids up for disappointment when they find out it’s all claptrap. Not to mention the potential doubt they’ll have about all the other stories you’ve told them throughout their childhood. Including the gospel.

We did put up our Christmas tree, but before you call me a hypocrite because of my aforementioned words, I want to say that I’m indifferent on it. It holds no meaning to me other than it’s really pretty.

Hanukkah was a blessing for me to share with my family this year, because more than likely, Yeshua Himself celebrated the Festival of Lights with His family and disciples.

Does this make us converts to Judaism. No. It’s just hard not to give it the attention it deserves once we’ve learned about it. “Converting” is misunderstood anyways, in light of “The One New Man” elaborated on by Paul in Ephesians 2.

If you’ve gotten this far with reading my post, know that I am no Scrooge. I’m just sharing my heart.

In conclusion

I am aware this is more of a personal blog entry. I don’t intend to do a lot of these. This is the route this one went because it’s the first one I’ve done in several months and I really just wanted to spill my heart about a few things. I hope all of you had a wonderful 2017 and pray you’re 2018 is at least twice as wonderful.

Much love.


-Daniel Kent

I Am Convicted

I am convicted by my previous post “The True Giver”. The thoughts in my mind about poverty and wealth are wrestling against each other. Is poverty and wealth individually what we understand them to be? Is poverty bad according to the wealthy? Is wealth good according to those in poverty? As we all know, wealth has its downsides as well as its benefits. Jesus says in Mark 10:25,

‚ÄúIt is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle, than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of God.‚ÄĚ

Can we take these words literally? I think we have to. But also I believe it is deeper than what is literal. Again, as shown in my previous post, value is not put on an amount given, but it is the heart behind the giving that determines the valuation.

I still struggle with wanting certain things that I don’t need, such as a motorcycle. I want to be able to buy the house my beautiful wife deserves. I want my son to be blessed with things that I wasn’t able to have growing up because I was raised by a single mother who had to work hard to raise two boys essentially by herself, and couldn’t afford to get us what we wanted all the time. (That is by no means a complaint on my upbringing. My mother gave me the most valuable thing a parent can give their children… prayer.) I’m sure most other people can connect with what I’m saying on a personal level.

However, though I want these things for me and my family, I can’t lie and say that my heart does not have conviction and want to do as Jesus has commanded, sell everything and give to the poor. Some may look down on that. I don’t believe it is the action of doing such things that they look down on. I believe being convicted about it is what they look down on. “Can one shrug off a command from Jesus as “not for them” and continue on a separate path?”, is something I have asked myself frequently. Like when He tells the man in Mark 10, “One thing you lack. Go, sell as much as you have, and give to the poor; and you will have treasure in heaven.¬†THEN come, follow Me.”, the man turns away in sorrow and grieved as he left because he had a lot of property. A few verses further, Peter tries to tell Jesus something he wants Jesus to be sure of about he and the other disciples, “Look, we’ve left everything to follow You!”(verse 28). Jesus proceeds to debunk what Peter says, “Amen, I tell you, there is no one who has left house or brothers or sisters or mother or father or children or property for My sake, and for the sake of the Good News.” …Wait, what? Our graceful Savior basically made Peter eat his words probably in front of a large group of people? No. It cant be! He’s too kind! …This, of course, was Jesus’ way of proving the hearts of man are deceptive and full of lies.

Jesus is the most graceful rebuker. If it weren’t for His rebukes and corrections we would have zero hope of ever changing to become more like Him!

So here is where the conviction of my heart comes in. I must first disclose that I am not against prosperity, nor am I against choosing to give everything away and give to the poor, but I am not on the fence about any of it either. I do not intend to sell everything but I am not pursuing “prosperity”, either. I often tell myself that I need to pray to be directed by The Holy Spirit on how much, who, when, where and what to give. This, I’ve grown to believe, is a degrading way to treat the principle of giving from the heart. I am guilty of it. I am convicted in the reason that if God gives us a heart to give, a heart that pleases Him and truly glorifies His goodness and mercy to the poor, it should not matter at all how much, who, when, where, and what to give, because He will honor it. That of course is not to say that He wont give us specific amounts to give occasionally, but that is so far beside the point. Having a heart to let go of it all and hold fast to my savior is where God wants me at all times. This produces an attitude of giving selflessly, and also, I am finding, the ability to not desire things for myself as I once did. How is this so? Because I already have everything… Jesus. I am thankful to my Lord that He has worked such gratitude into my heart!

When Jesus tells the man with a lot of property what he must do, He already knew the man would not do as He stated. Nonetheless, Jesus still told Him. So much grace! Also, just to clarify, what Jesus is telling this man is not a legalistic gesture for the man to do in order for him to obtain eternal life. He is merely proving a point that you can not and must not love anything or anyone more than Jesus. Only through this appropriated love and devotion to Jesus will the seed of salvation be planted in your heart.

There are amazing people who give continuously that will have riches beyond measure in heaven, but that is not why they give. They ultimately could not care less about what they will attain for there good works. They only want Jesus. They desire the Holy of Holies. That is their treasure and riches. In that, a million dollars can be disregarded quickly as petty worthless cash, and two pennies can be accounted as the most valuable donation given, noteworthy of the attention of Messiah, and documented for millions of souls to read throughout two millennia. That is where they give from. I want to give from that place.

I truly have lost any desire to be wealthy, for the¬†desire¬†to be wealthy is a distraction and a lie. No matter how much we pray to God to help us win the lottery so we can build churches and pay off houses, and this and that, He will always know our true motives and also what is best for us. Do not deceive yourself. Focus on what holds true value to our Father. Souls, love, faith, etc. Seek first the kingdom of God, but do not do it to get things added to you. The addition of the things will take care of itself.¬†Do it because you love Jesus and want to expand His kingdom. God is not to be worshipped and pursued for the benefits of doing so. He wants to be the object of our affection, as we are His. If you do not feel the love and truth behind this message, I strongly urge you to get before God and pray for Him to reveal His heart to you. You have to truly want that though. You also truly have to want to be able to let go of all of your wants and false needs. God knows your true needs. Again, don’t deceive yourself. True blessing and freedom comes from truly and deeply loving Jesus.

With love and shalom

From Death To Life