Deep down in my heart I can feel how close it is- the actual rapturing away of the Bride, and the fulfillment of prophecies in our day serves as a confirmation. The world, everything around us is getting more evil by the day, one could hardly recognise truth and one could hardly see holiness in the lives of men.
Values and virtues of common society barely thrive in the arrogance of modern day and now they have rejected the scripture and this has been foretold in the Bible. The lukewarm condition of this generation was prophecied and soon the whole world will detest the very idea of christianity. Nevertheless, evil will not prevail in the never has and never will. It may bluff and roar and scare, even kill and destroy BUT God's anointed ones will never be touched, hallelujah.

The Lord God will redeem what is His, all of it- from His creations to the very precious souls that were part of Him from the beginning. Our God will do away with all the evil in this world- demons, sin and all the corruption which took place, whether in the natural or spiritual realm.
Sometimes, I often wish that the finality of rapture will take place but then again we cannot precede God's plan. He is always on time, He has his own time...
I cannot really cut my race short, it is a shame to do so. If we look down through the ages, all the saints who were persecuted and who suffered- bore their cross with joy to the very end, indeed I feel shamed to even think or pray for God to give me an easy route or short cut. Jesus himself chose to go through the whole process of redeeming us, despite the fact that He has the power to make things easy for Him, yet He was faithful to the prophecy.
I still have to accomplish everything the Lord wants me to accomplish by God's grace and that is the same with each and every one of us.

The lives of God's children follow a blueprint. There are no accidents, even the sufferings we go through were all permitted and it is all for God's glory. And we must realize that we can never claim any victory, because without Christ we are nothing. We cannot even overcome ourselves, we need His spirit to do the overcoming for us. I made that mistake a long time ago, I thought I can do things for Him, but He broke me down to nothingness and then I realized that it takes the supernatural God to break all the unseen fetters that bind me. I am a weakling, I am just a speck in the universe. Oh, but how that little 'speck' is precious to my Lord's eyes, I cannot fully comprehend nor explain but I know to Him, it is worth dying for.

I only know this: that in my life Jesus Christ must increase and I must decrease. To be humble enough to repent, to be humble enough to love others even those who'd done me wrong. To always set my eyes on the Lamb of God, believing and unwavering. To depend on His strength and wisdom - the mind of Christ, the rest of my days, every single day. To allow Him to break me when I needed to get brocken, to allow Him to heal me when it is time for healing. To prophecy again to this dark and dreary world.
I am just a simple believer and all I have is the love of Jesus in my heart, not because I chose to but because He placed it there from the beginning...amen.

It is not yet too late for you, friend. There may be little time left, choose ye your God this day. Who will you serve ?
will you continue in sin or will you turn from the wickedness and repent, turn back to the Almighty God?
The choice is yours to make, blog-reader, just remember that our God is not just a merciful God but He is also a God of judgement. We are accountable for the way we lived our lives.
Harden not your hearts and let Jesus Christ heal you from all unbelief.



Posted on Sunday, December 14, 2008 | By Kaye | In

As I was reading through the archives of PF, I suddenly felt overwhelmed. I again was reminded of how good God is to me, how He manifests His attributes of being a father, friend, Lord and Saviour, a knight- in- shining armour, a Healer, Jehovah-Jireh- in my life. He was all those things and I feel honoured by His constant presence. Sometimes, it feels like it's just the two of us, just Him and me...although I know He is the same with every believer out there, still I feel special when He is around.
It is such a privelege, such an honour that in this lifetime, God has stepped into my life and like the faithful potter- slowly worked on the clay until His vision of me in his mind is slowly moulded and manifested bit by bit within and without.
I was a tough clay to work on, I resist every now and again yet His gentle persuasion won me over. He watered my 'self ' down with His word. He just didn't give up on me. I was unworthy and an infidel but He looked beyond the clay and now I just cannot thank Him enough. There are no words, even my own flimsy version of love can never match His'.

I remember, when I was still living in the Philippines- we were so short on cash, that night we got nothing to eat, there was nothing in the pantry at all and I don't have a single cent on me. So, I was very much distressed as I have four mouths to feed. So, I prayed and asked Him to provide us something for tea...then after an hour my brother in law (who lives an hour away) came and gave us 150 pesos, he didn't even talk to me- he told my daughter he was passing by and just handed her the money. Praise the Lord.

Again, when I was processing our papers for immigrating here in NZ- my daughter, my son and I were in Manila, it was pouring hard and we have an appointment to keep. I was carrying my son on my left arm, holding a huge sack of clothes on the other, my eldest daughter was carrying a knapsack on her back and a pram. We travelled five hours on the bus and my son was burning with fever.
So, I just muttered a prayer under my breathe- if the Lord could halt the rain til we get to our destination and - it did immediately! I was so relieved. The thing was- we need to ride three jeepneys as well as do a bit of walking before we reach the embassy.
So, what happened? everytime we were on the jeep, the rain poured and just when we're about to get off- it stops and that happened the whole day. It never occured to me as coincidental because the pouring of the rain worked like clockwork. It was a supernatural act from the supernatural God, amen.

And one of my favourite testimonies was when I was having trouble with my left foot...I was suffering for two years, the soles of my foot was so sore I limp when I walk and as I was walking along the footpath, I realized- hey, I do not have to suffer from this, the God that I serve is the healer ! and I just prayed a simple prayer- the pain went right there and then and it never came back. Amen.
I decided to share some of the things God has done for me because you can have the same experiences, dear friend. God's promises is not limited to an elite group of people- it is for all of us, for all who believe in Him. If you think you are unworthy- well, who is worthy?
There is only One who is worthy and He paid for it all. The worthy One was nailed to the cross to pay our debts in full and His blood satisfied the law. When the father looks on the book of debtors -our names are not in it. Jesus Christ, God himself wiped the slate clean.

Now, the same God who worked miracles in the lives of His children can move in yours this very minute but He could do more if you let Him- He could change you. He is the only one who can.
If you're starting to feel you've had enough of this world, if you feel there's something missing in your life despite having it all- then the Lord is undoubtedly calling you...He is knocking on the door of your heart.
If you are thirsting and hungering, if deep down in your heart you feel that you want to serve Him then answer His call and take up your cross, follow the Lord. And let me say how it is never a burden, blog-reader...His load is the lightest of all loads and if at times you feel weighted, He will even carry it for you. In fact, God has done all the work, He finished it all. Victory is ours, all His promises are ours. We only need to have faith in Him.

Let God be God in your life, don't hold Him back from pouring His blessings on you because it is His joy to do so.
The world offers nothing but deception and death, everything this world offers is temporal- it won't last. What God offers us however, is eternal: to spend our lives with Him, to eternally have peace, rest, and happiness. Imagine, one day you'll see Him face to face- the One who were a father, a saviour, a friend , a healer to you- you'll get to embrace Him and say 'Thank you, Lord for saving me'.
As for me and many others- I'm sure we all can't wait for that day to come.

God bless you.



Posted on Monday, December 08, 2008 | By Kaye | In

We often hear people say that our worst enemies are ourselves and isn’t it true ?
We get into the habit of putting the blame on others and we give too much credit to the devil sometimes. Don’t get me wrong blog- reader, the enemy is an expert when it comes to tempting and he’ll do just about everything to get us to disobey God BUT we are the ones who make the choice. We choose which path to take, how far we’d go, the spirits that try to shackle us ? you might be surprised to know that they are not strangers, we actually know each and every one of them. We easily recognize pride, lust, greed, envy, anger, self- pity, depression, hatred, disobedience, malice, ungodliness, apathy, homosexuality, rebellion, etc... when we see it on others but we are either blind or in denial when these spirits are on us.

The sad thing is, most of the time we cover up our own personal demons. We know they are there, we get to a place where we realize their existence in our lives but we don’t do anything about them. Most people voluntarily enslave themselves to these evil spirits, and they nest in you and bring in more. And to those who doubt- yes, they are indeed demons so they must be exposed for what they truly are and not be masked under the many labels that man come up with, these spirits that I’ve just mentioned before are not mere products of our ‘psychological’ self. It is important to know that they are fallen angels and their mission is to destroy man’s relationship with their Creator, with our God.

They hinder us to come to God and all are vulnerable, both Christian and non-christian.
But our great God Almighty raised a standard against this evil. He provided a foolproof way of escape, see- He gave us Calvary, He gave us the Resurrection, the Lord gave us the Holy Ghost- His very own spirit ! amen.

The Lord gave us Himself and what better way to counteract the evil but with Jesus Christ. Everything above, in and even underneath the earth is subject to His name, every single spirit and creation acknowledges their Creator. They know who He is, man do not and there lies the irony of it all. The Lord’s blood that was shed for mankind at Calvary marked the greatest victory- it rent the veil in two literally and spiritually, God took the keys of hell and death from satan and redeemed every single man born on this earth. Through His sacrifice, we can now come under the blood and claim our salvation, and that offer is available to every single soul.

The question is- will you accept it ?

We were given free will, we were given free rein, we get to choose. It does not really take long before we realize that at the end of the day, there is only two paths to choose from: It is only between right and wrong, evil versus godly. Although the devil seem to confuse us with ‘gray areas’, in actual fact there is none. There is no gray area at all but a trap of ‘undecision’, which only delays our journey to Christ even more, until we become complacent. Complacency is one of the enemy’s best tool to date, it is subtly deceiving and we need to recognize it but only through God's word can we expose that spirit. His light scatters all darkness, the scripture says...and everything that is done in darkness will be made known, see.We know that no sane man would want to be a slave to these demons, we need God's great mercy to stir our hearts unto repentance...true repentance.

For those who have not had any experience with the Lord:
There is a God and it is time to hearken unto Him, it is time to repent and to really think about where you want to be at the end of life's journey. Our soul goes somewhere after we've shed this flesh and deep, down inside I know there is a great desire to be reunited with our Maker.
Friend, we have little time left...soon, no more. We have to make up our minds. We need to humble ourselves and allow God to move in our lives, let Him unshackle all the chains that bind you- all the spirits that try to keep you away from knowing Him. Because the truth is friend, we need Him and there is no salvation besides Jesus Christ.
The scripture says in Matthew 6: 24
"You can not serve two masters, ... you can not serve both God and the god of this world".
And again in Joshua 24: 15 & 21
"15: And if it seem evil unto you to serve the LORD, choose you this day whom ye will serve; whether the gods which your fathers served that were on the other side of the flood, or the gods of the Amorites, in whose land ye dwell: but as for me and my house, we will serve the LORD.
21: And the people said unto Joshua, "Nay; but we will serve the LORD

It is time to stand up men and women of God ! it is time to forsake our arrogant and unbelieveing ways and repent and turn back to our God, who is the God of restoration, amen.
Remember that Jesus is greater than all the evil put together in the entire universe, He only uses it as a tool to bring out the shine and lustre of His precious diamonds, which are us, amen.
God is greater than your unbelief, nothing can hinder Him from getting to you but you have to open your heart to Him. He gave us free will because God does not want to impose Himself on us- so if we decide to serve Him, it's from the is genuine.

To all who read Pure Faith:
God bless you all and may we meet at Jesus's feet when we've reached eternity. Shalom to the bride of Christ!

Testimony Series 3


Posted on Monday, December 01, 2008 | By Kaye | In

I remember having asked my christian friend Christine Ruegg, one of the few people closest to my heart, if she could share with me some of her testimonies. The Lord has used her countless times and I am always blessed whenever she shares her precious experiences with the Lord to me.
God's work in the lives of His children testifies of His greatness, His awesomeness and it gives us hope, increases our faith amidst this evil age.
Last Sunday she handed me a piece of paper with one of her testimonies and I was overwhelmed with joy that the Lord lead her to do that. So, as much as it was a blessing to me- I'm sure it would be to you too.
Read on...

"For this cause ought the women to have power on her head because of the angels". I Corinthians 11: 10

It was early 2007, when I became very tempted to cut my hair, although I knew it was wrong and that I'd been taught that long hair in the Bible means 'uncut' hair. At that time in my life I was struggling with a few worldly things and several sisters I knew had begun to trim their hair and I heard every excuse why it was okay.
So, I eventually decided I would first ask God to clearly show me if I shouldn't cut it at all,
and if He didn't- I would cut my hair the following week. I think it was two days later, I had a dream where a man was chasing me with a knife and had me cornered, tried to stab me but was unable to touch me with it though he was stabbing wildly towards me.
Then a voice said to me "He can't touch you because you have uncut hair". The next night I had another dream, I saw myself holding scissors about to cut my hair and all around angels were crying and pleading for me not to cut it, saying they only have the authority to protect me if my hair is uncut.
I suddenly realized though I can't write it in words, what it would mean in the useen spiritual
world if I cut my hair, then I started screaming at myself- "Don't cut it!, please don't cut it!".

Needless to say I didn't. About 3-4 weeks after this, it was a strangely quiet afternoon at work ( I work in a knife shop ), around 4:00 pm and there was not a person in sight when a drunk , crazed man staggered in swearing and shouting that he's going to stab me, kill me...
He was very worked up and angry, he used extremely foul language. I looked at him and suddenly realized that this was the same man that had unsuccessfully stabbed me in my dream !
I felt such a peace and I just looked staright at him, knowing that he could do absolutely nothing to hurt me! He suddenly went all nervous and ran out. A few seconds later he walked back in and said "Sorry about that, lady", then left. It's just the grace of God to have prevented me from cutting off my God-given protection even when I was already determined to do so. Praise the Lord !

Christine Ruegg

Indeed the God that we serve is a living God and in the event of evil spirits tempting us, our Lord promised that He would raise a standard against this evil and He will every single time.
Amen !

The World Rejects Christ


Posted on Monday, November 24, 2008 | By Kaye | In

To be a believer in Jesus Christ in the midst of an unbelieving world can be a heartbreaking experience. Let me be honest with you friend, to hear what people say and think about Christ, about faith, about following Him in this generation ? my heart is often grieved really and I know fellow believers feel the same.
Truly, we are in the Laodicean condition where people are neither hot nor cold. They want the blessings, they want the joy, they want their prayers to be answered but when persecutions and trials come, when there are pressures to confront- they won't take part in any of it.

This is hard to say, but most people in this generation are just content to sympathize with the Gospel, they watch in the sidelines- they say "oh, good on you brother, good on you sister" and then turn their backs and walk away.
The world mocks christianity, they think themselves above it. They crucify Christ over and over again by rejecting Him.

One time, I was doing a school project and a friend told me, to not include anything 'godly' on the slideshow because it was just 'politics' ! I know what she means, I know where she's coming from but being a christian, that comment pricked my heart.
And I often hear an acquaintance commenting about a certain person who is a christian and that how that person is 'overly religious' because there was a "God Bless You" sign on her door and scriptures in the house, they were mocking her, they then suddenly stopped because they realized I was there...

Since when did faith in God became politics? since when did it become shameful to be a follower of Jesus?
Isn't that a virtue? Should we not tell our children about the true stories of the Bible? the stories of Jonah, Abraham, Moses and all the old testament saints? Should we not tell them about the great and mighty love of God, who came down and was made flesh, and was crucified then resurrected for us ?
Should we keep them from knowing these things ? and instead let them idolize fictitious characters and hollywood celebrities who live filthy lives instead ?
There is no such thing as being 'over religious', if anyhting what we need is MORE of Jesus.

The world and its people is fulfilling their part of the prophecy indeed. The great God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob- the very same God we are serving today is pushed out, locked out of peoples hearts and lives. And that is expected.
It's everywhere... the day is nigh when the whole world will condemn christianity, not just in communist countries. The love of God will only be felt by those who truly serve Him, it would not forever strive with man, says the scripture...
Friends, will you reject God too ? He is on the outside, knocking. Will you turn Him away ? will you turn a blind eye?
Are we above it all ? don't we not need Him in our lives ?

I can only call now to fellow believers and to those who are willing to carry their cross and obey His will-

Let us run hard, let us run for our lives.
Let us cling to God with all that is within us and I pray that we do not loose our vision of Jesus Christ.
May we not forget Him, our God. May we not forget Him.
Let us repent from the heart and may it bring forth the fruits of repentance in our lives.
Let us amend our ways and realize that time is at hand.
It is now or never, friend.

Lord Jesus, help us with all these things, remind us of you Lord. May we see you in your creation, in the circumstances of our lives. May we not loose our vision of You, for you are the precious One.
Lord, you are our portion in this life. If we loose you there is nothing left but the filth and rotteness of this world.
Help us overcome.
We claim Your strenght, your will and your promises in our lives. We claim it in your name, Lord Jesus Christ.

"Therefore now amend your ways and your doings, and obey the voice of the LORD your God; and the LORD will repent him of the evil that he hath pronounced against you."

Jeremiah 26: 13
a poem by Kaye

My Lord I have hurt you
a thousand times and
I can no longer bear to stain thy name,
a reproach to thee I have become
I have sinned, I know I am to blame.
I love you Lord, you know this to be true,
And my heart truly aches,
living my life without you,
But I have been a coward, I have been truly weak
I have forgotten thy Word,
worldly pleasures I have seeked.
If I can only turn back the hands of time,
I wouldn't have let go of your precious hands,
Now I know that I am nothing,
I know without you I cannot stand.
Forgive me Jesus
from my heart I ask you to,
All I ever really want in this life is you,
I never meant to hurt you Lord,
I have been selfish and worldly-
to your precious Word
I have not been true.
Dear Jesus, please mend my brocken heart
And heal my erring ways,
Restore me with thy strenght
and let me serve you the rest of my days...
For my heart is crushed and
My spirit is brocken,
My wings are clipped that I cannot fly,
I feel so incomplete Lord, without you...
At night, I just lay in bed and cry.
Let me shake these pillars once again
Oh Lord,
Let me fight another battle for you
Help me, mend me, heal me
Let me begin my walk anew...
And as I poured my heart out
unto the Lord
A still, small voice
I heard instead:
My child, I won't give up on you
Even when you yourself decide to
For your name is engraved inside my heart
I am married to you, we can never part...
Right then I knew
He is the faithful One,
He is the Saviour of my soul,
He is greater than my unbelief,
Greater than all the
raging storms that howl;
His Word will fulfill what it was sent for
Not in vain did the cross He did bore,
My time will come,
I just know it...
With eagle's wings in the heavens
I will soar !
Praise to the faithful One, our Lord Jesus Christ ! amen.

Sing Praises Unto Our King !


Posted on Sunday, October 26, 2008 | By Kaye | In

"Bless the Lord all my soul: And all that is within me, Bless His holy name!" Psalms 103: 1

Living the christian life is often looked upon as one which requires much suffering, sacrifices and trials- which is partly true and on those account, people get turned off even before starting their walk with Christ BUT what most people don't see is the other three quarters of it and that is -walking the road of life side by side with your Redeemer is such a priveleged and joyful journey. It honestly is. Jesus gives us comfort in suffering, peace in times of turbulence, love amidst a hateful generation. Truly, the load is lighter to carry when God is with you and many will doubt that and find it hard to believe but it is true, my life and the lives of many others is a testament of that.

His presence just always makes me want to worship Him. I hum a hymn when I wash the dishes, while waiting for the bus, while cooking...well, every time I have a chance I seem to just want to praise my God! He placed a song in my heart and I'm sure it's the same with every believer out there- you know that to be a fact. You see Jesus Christ everywhere, even in the simplest things and especially in His creations.
Going to the beach, which is one of my favourite resting places- I just see the glory of God in it, I remember the scripture in Job 10:11 when God was reminding Job of His greatness:

"And said, Hitherto shalt thou come, but no further: and here shall thy proud waves be stayed?"

(It is a wonderful book in the Bible by the way). Doesn't it make you wonder how the vastness of the ocean, with all it's roaring waves and depth- how it stays within its limits? it takes the supernatural to contain the waters in its place. Our God is truly a great God, He commanded the ocean to respect the boundaries He had given them.
Looking out from my window, the setting of the sun never fails to take my breathe away...the sky up above is painted magnificently and at night it is dusted with silvery, shimmery diamonds on a midnight blue background. It's turning me into a poet too, huh? (chuckle...) well, it does too, doesn't it ? and there are just no words to describe the display of beauty and grandeur of God. And to think that it's just a small portion of His glory.

The human body itself, testifies of it's Maker. Our body is meticulously designed by our Creator, every body system down to the organs and the tiny microscopic cells- everything was so cleverly engineered to protect itself and fight off any form of abnormal invasion. Of course, in saying that-we have to respect it and not abuse our bodies also, God entrusted that responsibility to us.
Plant life too, was not only given for us to eat but for other purposes as well, for example- people think that most medicines are synthetic but all the medicines we have now came from plants and animals or both. God made sure we have the supply that we need necessary for survival, see, and He gave us brains to sort it out. He just thought of everything, didn't he? makes me want to praise Him even more, amen.

Oh and let us not forget His sense of humour. Yes, He has that too, just look at the way He created some of the animals like: the platypus, pugs (a breed of dog, they're so cute!), the tapirs, star-nosed moles, the axolotl, the proboscis monkey, etcetera. He did not made them that way to be laughed at, their anatomy certainly suited their function. But He has a sense of humour too and God expressed that in some of His creations.
And they know, the animals know how to praise God, I really believe that. Why, at the break of dawn, birds start to chirp all at once is never a mystery to me- they are praising their Maker. How the whales come together in one place and dance and make their sounds, how the trees wave their branches, I know they are worshipping Him.

I won't go on and on, there's too many to mention, friend. I just sometimes feel that we need to go back to the basics and literally count the blessings we receive from the Lord. We forget too quickly and focus too much on the negativities of our lives that we forget to thank God for providing us all our needs, including nature, which we often take for granted. We even forget to thank Him for our meals, for the air that we breathe.

Let us give Him the praise, the adoration and worship that He deserves. Our God is a great God and He manifests His attributes of goodness, kindness, mercy, and love to all of us every single day, this very minute He is expressing His love towards you. We are just too caught up in the world, in our lives to see it, feel it. I encourage you, dear reader, to take time and appreciate His blessings- all of it. Slow down and take some time out with your Creator. Express to Him your gratefulness and love.
He wants to be loved too, see? that is why He chose to die for us, why He came to woo His Bride on this earth but He is such a gentleman, is He not?
He would not force anybody to follow Him. It has to come from the heart, the will to serve Him.

Praise God! praise Him for all His goodness! praise God for His mercy and grace towards us!
I give Him back all the glory, the power and praise, Amen.

God bless you all and I pray that we'll have a closer walk with Jesus Christ and that it gets sweeter and sweeter til the day of the rapture.



Posted on Sunday, October 05, 2008 | By Kaye | In

I feel refreshed, as I always do whenever I attend fellowship with the saints of God. Worshipping the Lord just lightens every load that I carry and His sweet presence just washes over me and there's nothing like it...nothing in the world comes close to that kind of feeling, of being close to your Maker, it's just different.
The message we had this morning was for me, I knew right from the beginning and my heart was both nervous and excited to receive His word- I know that God knows everything about me, see- so I do anticipate the bitter and not just the sweet, I anticipate the corrections and I look forward to it.

It was about Calvary...sometimes we think we have heard all there is to hear about Calvary, especially to christians, we know the story by heart and we know what it means to us. We know that Jesus gave us His life, that He suffered such physical agony and heartbreak in order to pave a way for us to reach eternity. Cynics would think that- 'well, he knows he's going to resurrect the next day...' but in fact, He could not have bothered to suffer anyway, Jesus could have given up halfway because he doesn't really need to BUT He did, because He was faithful- to His word, to you and to me. Jesus Christ chose to go through it, remember He came here on earth in the form of man, clothed Himself with flesh and is tempted in every way just like us.
But no matter how many times I've heard or read about Calvary, nothing really dulls its shine...
in fact everytime is different, for me, what happened at Calvary is just the ultimate expression of love, it's so precious. It's a love story- Jesus, our kinsman redeemer took our place and bore our sins, He fulfilled all the prophecies. It should've been me on that cross, it shoud've been you but He'd done it and spared us, forgiven us.
He is faithful, our God.

Calvary represented different kinds of people- the believers, the unbelievers, the cynics, sympathizers, observers, and those who deliberately rejected Jesus Christ.
Another character mentioned is a man named Simon of Cyrene, he was charged to carry Jesus's cross for Him, which he did. He actually fulfilled the perfect will of the Lord by carrying that cross, he represented the followers of Christ, the believers from the past, present and the future. He carried that cross to the end and followed the bloodied footsteps of Jesus every step of the way, he didn't go nowhere else, friend, except where the Master's feet has trodden, Amen!

We can see that from the beginning to the very last scenes of Calvary, the Lord has set examples for us. Simon, unkown to him at that time, was born to fulfill that symbolic role and now it's our turn...
The Lord Jesus Christ requires us to carry our cross, He instructs the Bride to 'get herself ready'. Although He paid it all for us, redeemed us and made a way for us to be saved, it does not mean we are not to do anything. We have battles to fight, burdens to carry, temptations to overcome, mountains to climb BUT the best assurance we could have is that God is with us through it all !
He would fight the battle side by side with you,
He would help you overcome,
He would wipe your tears whenever sorrow finds you,
He would give you a helping hand when you climb the steepest mountain,
and He would carry you when you can no longer go on...

The world and the people of the world go through the same hardships and sufferings but they don't have Jesus. It must be way, way harder for them to get on with life without the peace of God in their lives. That is why they turn to alcohol, drugs, women etcetera...they are hungering and thirsting but they do not know where to go, how to start a relationship with Christ.
I encourage fellow christians to stand in the gap and try to shine the light of the pure, unadulterated gospel of Jesus Christ so the lost can find their way to the bloodstained path which leads to Calvary, repentance and death to self and the world.
Afterwards, is the ressurection morn, amen! only God has the power to transform you and me, He can make it happen. It may take days for some and years for others, but remember the same God that was faithful to the saints of old is the same God today. If you desire to change and be more like Jesus, then only believe, dearest friend because it will come to pass.

For fellow believers- we were instructed to remain faithful to Him until the end, to fix our eyes only in Jesus Christ. I know that it could be really difficult at times, and we fall, we trip but don't let it discourage you- get up again, continue the race. God gave us a promise- that He will be with us til the end, He will see us through...let's hold on to that promise, let us rely on the Lord and not in our own strenght or wisdom. Even if we do not fully understand what we are going through, sometimes we need to go through the storm, through the fog and we cannot seem to find our way and yet it is His will, so be it, amen- just trust Him and we'll be alright.
Jesus Christ is the faithful One, He is the same yesterday, today and forever !
Praise God!

¶ Then said Jesus unto his disciples, If any man will come after me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross, and follow me. For whosoever will save his life shall lose it: and whosoever will lose his life for my sake shall find it. For what is a man profited, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul?
Matthew 16: 24-26

"That Day on Calvary" an excerpt from a sermon by W.Branham


Posted on Friday, September 26, 2008 | By Kaye | In

Hi, everyone!


Posted on Thursday, September 25, 2008 | By Kaye | In

Hello, friends!
I apologise for just posting now, I have been very busy these past few weeks now that school year's coming to an end and we had major exams and heaps of essays to do (sigh!) but anyway I decided to post something just to let you know I'm still here and haven't abandoned PF completely!
So, this post would be a casual chit chat for a change ^_^...

Yes, I am indeed an adult learner and I enjoy it, immensely...I also realize how easy it is to slip when you're out there in the world, so to speak, it is quite a challenge- that is why I bring my Bible with me to school, so everytime I open my bag, it reminds me of who I am and it helps. One of the papers I am doing is Psychology and it's very interesting and impressive, but at the same time I thought to myself- it is simply man's knowledge. It's all temporal and in Gods sight, it's just rubbish. The academic world is choking full of ideologies and it is drowning in its own philosophies I reckon because science tries to explain everything away, when in fact, you cannot...
Now, I kind of understand why people gets lured into atheism- because science is attractive to the intellectual, it appeals to those who want a logical explanation for existence. They have overlooked the simple fact however, that the knowledge of man is finite, temporal, carnal hence, it is faulty. Atheists are too arrogant to admit that there is a God because they only depend on their own knowledge and opinion and to admit otherwise would be, to them, perhaps humiliating.
They limit their knowledge on what they see and what they can prove but faith goes way beyond and above that, see?
That is why faith IS a revelation. You cannot fake it, you cannot deny it once it is given to you...and yet we oftimes neglect such a precious gift. I want to be reminded of the cross daily, in the midst of an unbelieving world where faith in a true God has become a mockery. It's sad and yet it is true, and not until their deathbed will these people realize that God is not a myth afterall, that God is not just a neuronal experience- as atheists claim...
I personally don't need anybody else's opinion about God because I know He exist, because I have experienced Jesus Christ myself. I know Him...I know His ways and I pray to have a closer, deeper walk with Him.
I know one day I'll see God face to face in eternity, despite all the odds. Amen.
This Too Shall Pass
by Helen Steiner Rice

If I can endure for this minute
Whatever is happening to me,
No matter how heavy my heart is
Or how dark the moment may be-

If I can remain calm and quiet
With all the world crashing about me,
Secure in the knowledge God loves me
When everyone else seems to doubt me-

If I can but keep on believing
What I know in my heart to be true,
That darkness will fade with the morning
And that this will pass away, too-

Then nothing in life can defeat me
For as long as this knowledge remains
I can suffer whatever is happening
For I know God will break all of the chains
That are binding me tight in the darkness
And trying to fill me with fear-
For there is no night without dawning
And I know that my morning is near...



Posted on Sunday, August 17, 2008 | By Kaye | In

We are living in a world where most things are taken at face value. Where everything that can be seen by the naked eye should be pretty, attractive, up to date- if not perfect. And everybody feels that pressure- men, women and children.
The most basic thing however, which is unique to every person- our face, our features and body type, is being targeted and perverted by the devil. Every one of us feel or is made to feel unsatisfied, in one way or another, with how we look like physically...and in the flurry and circus of all this emphasis on the superficial- people become deluded.

We spend heaps of money in search for the fountain of youth, some people become obsessed with weight management, people go through plastic surgery or play with unnatural products to enhance themselves. Some people get tattoos all over their body, they get piercings, and look gothic... the list goes on and on.

Women, in particular, knows this to be true. It creates an uneccesary need to conform to what Hollywood or the latest trend dishes out to us, for fear of being perceived as 'old fashioned' or had 'let go' so to speak... We are beset daily with magazines and billboards depicting youthful looking women with perfect skin, hair and body ! wearing the latest fashion and nicely made -up. We are bombarded daily with thousands of beauty products and diet programmes and pills, youth serums, etcetera...
Celebrities, ordinary people with good thespic skills, are being idolized by the next generation- regardless of the fact that their lives are not good examples to anyone. Their rebellious and ungodly behaviour is even deemed as 'cool'.

People measure the outward man...and if they do not approve of what they see, they make judgements or make fun of them. We are all guilty of it, we have in the past or maybe even now, we do give in to these things.
We also equate happiness and satisfaction to appearance. We think that we have to look good to feel good, but the fact is vice versa really; and big businesses have built their empire around this false rationale. It is a shameful reality but that is the truth.

We have forgotten who we really are. We have forgotten that God created us in His image. We have forgotten that this flesh is just a shell, a temporary dwelling place.
The Lord chose us to exist, from conception, among the thousands of life trying to get in the egg ( i don't intend to sound crude...please view it from my context ) , God picked you to live. Yes you- complete with all your physical features. God chose how we look like, including our physical imperfections.

Sometimes we are too hard on ourselves:
We often focus all or most of our time, energy and money on the outward man. We always want to fit in with the crowd, we have to be 'pretty' all the time, we have to buy this, that and the other...we feel a temporary 'high' and at the end of the day- Are we really at peace? am I truly happy?
Don't you feel tired sometimes? like a guinea pig on a wheel?
because tomorrow, you have to do it all over again. Put on a face, a lifestyle. You have to keep up with your own vanity.

Oftentimes we are hard on others:
We often measure people by the way they literaly look, or the way they dress, their education, their affiliations, their social status etcetera. We kind of feel 'superior' to those who are inferior. And we do that even without using words...And, how do we make them feel?
They go home and they feel inadequate. They feel mocked, they feel insecure...they feel they are not enough. They feel sad.
And we caused them to feel that way.

It is harsh isn't it?
And that is not how God wants it to be, dear friend. The world, and the people of the world indeed act so foolishly. Truly, His ways are not our ways, the way the Lord thinks is not the same as ours and He looks at us through a different lense too, blog-reader. He looks at us through Calvary...He looks in the inside man, which is the genuine you.

You look in the see somebody imperfect, you see somebody who is not attractive, perhaps you've become old...wearied by life, perhaps you are handicapped, or whatever it may be- you deem yourself 'not enough', not 'pretty' ( by the worlds standard anyway).

Then God looks at you...

He see a perfect man, a perfect woman, a perfect child. To Him, you are lovely.
God looks at you and it melts His heart with the purest love- the great Creator, the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob-
looking at you - PERFECTION, perfected even before the foundations of the world were laid...
and just wanting to embrace you, yearns to be one with you, friend.
To Him you are His portion. Amen !
You are His creation, the one true love of His heart !

God does not see you as imperfect - he made you just the way you are. He meant, that we all do not look the same, see. He is a God of variety- just look at his creations ! all the animals are unique, every single one have their own beauty and strength. The same with us, friend.
We are the sons and daughters of the living God, amen !

I encourage you to look at yourself and others through Jesus' eyes- do not be disheartened when people measure your outward appearance and cease to do the same- that is utter foolishness. God values us, loves us exactly the way we are and we don't have to be anything else with Him. You are part of Him, you have His light in you, you have His heart. What other beauty can compare with that ? Nothing.

Friend, next time you look at the mirror- rejoice because the beauty that He see in you is eternal. Praise God.

" Whose adorning let it not be that outward adorning of plaiting the hair, and of wearing of gold, or of putting on of apparel;
...But let it be the hidden man of the heart, in that which is not corruptible, even the ornament of a meek and quiet spirit, which is in the sight of God of great price".
I Peter 3: 3-4

A Prophet in the End Times


Posted on Sunday, August 10, 2008 | By Kaye | In

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Our Heart's Desire


Posted on Friday, August 08, 2008 | By Kaye | In

" Although the fig tree shall not blossom, neither shall fruit be in the vines; the labour of the olive shall fail, and the fields shall yield no meat; the flock shall be cut off from the fold, and there shall be no herd in the stalls:
Yet I will rejoice in the LORD, I will joy in the God of my salvation.
The LORD God is my strength, and he will make my feet like hinds' feet, and he will make me to walk upon mine high places. To the chief singer on my stringed instruments. "
Habakkuk 3: 17-19

Our lives are always filled with things to do, which truth be told, pre-occupy us and really eats up most of our time. At the end of the day- you scratch your head and wonder where your precious time has gone. That happens to me quite often, and perhaps to you too, blog-reader but it doesn't sit well in my heart- in our hearts does it?
Don't you get the feeling of just wanting to be away from it all?

Away- from the hustle and bustle of life...alone with my Maker, just Him and me.
When Jesus starts whispering His love verses in your heart, doesn't it just stir something inside of you? I just want to get away ! and I do, friend...I get away from it all.
I meet with my Saviour in the altar of my heart. I find myself a quiet place or corner, or I wait for everybody to settle down at night -then I pray. I meet with my Lord and oft times I don't say anything at all, I just enjoy His sweet presence. He's always there. It's times like this when you just want to go 'home', when you just want to leave this pesthouse, and don't think it strange either because we are just passing through, we are just pilgrims on this earth. We seek a kingdom, a city from above, and that is where we belong- back to God because we are part of Him, amen.

Although time is almost up, there are yet souls to be won, I believe. We have to finish the battle, the last leg of the race. The world is groaning, travailing for the manifestation of Jesus Christ on this earth through the Bride- through genuine, Holy Ghost filled men, women and children. We are the world's living epistles, God's billboard on this earth.
Personally, the prayer of my heart is- despite my many imperfections and weaknesses, is to be a living light unto others. Although my flesh cries unworthy and I am beset daily by the accusation of the enemy, I know that I am His, amen. I cannot explain and I do not know why- I just know. I desire with all of my heart, to grow more and more in Him, each day and to be strong and overcome the things that needed overcoming- most of which is me.
And despite the world, despite me, despite anything else- this burning in my heart cannot be quenched. I know its God, friend and perhaps you're the same way.

Those who were predestinated before the foundation of the world- there is something burning in your hearts right now. Why, you ask ? because you are part of God, we are part of each other. We are His Bride body. I know we make mistakes but don't let it discourage you from following the Lord, hang on and continue praying. He will never abandon you. This little love burning in our hearts is just miniscule compared to His love for us...Jesus is just an armsthrow away ! only believe.

We were the ones He died for at Calvary- while those nails dug through his palms, while that spear pierced through His side, while those thorns bore through Christ's head- He was thinking of you and me. You and me in eternity. That was His vision that He himself turned into reality. He took off His cloak of fatherhood and became man. He took on a veil of flesh, from being the highest King and Creator into a lowly man, who washed his disciples feet. Agape love, my friend- God's mighty love for you and me.

And God didn't stop there...He will see His Bride to the very end, He will see us through until we have fulfilled our part of the prophecy, amen. And that, my friend, is the reason why we feel what we feel- because we are bethroted to Jesus Christ, we belong to Him alone. Our creator, redeemer and friend. Let those who have ears to hear, let them hear. Amen, and our hearts desire is to be more like Him every step of the way.

God bless you all.

Year Three for Pure Faith


Posted on Monday, August 04, 2008 | By Kaye | In

July has come and gone and it just dawned on me that this blog has turned 3 years old ! so again , truly from my heart- let me say THANK YOU friends. Thanks for reading Pure Faith and based on my stats - subscription for PF has grown by leaps and bounds and I am glad that somehow, God is able to reach people online.
That is the very reason why I started this blog. I wanted to share my personal experience and journey with Christ, including the up's and down's of it, in order to remind us that the God that we serve is a living God, ever present and is greater than anything else, friend. Greater than our problems, greater than our persecutions, greater than our unbelief.
That is the burden my heart carries, if God has shed His light and love to others through Pure Faith than I will consider it as one of the most rewarding things I have ever done in this life.

So, again thank you...and may our great God keep us all until we meet at Jesus' feet.
God bless you !



Posted on Monday, August 04, 2008 | By Kaye | In

This vision was written by Joe Brandt, age 17, while recovering from a brain concussion in a Fresno, California hospital in 1937.
Previously published in "California Superquake 1975-1977?" written by Paul James.
Again published in "When the Comet Runs" by Tom Kay, 1997.

I woke up in the hospital room with a terrific headache--as if the whole world was revolving inside my brain. I remember, vaguely, the fall from my horse--Blackie. As I lay there, pictures began to form in my mind--pictures that stood sill. I seemed to be in another world. Whether it was the future, or it was some ancient land, I could not say. Then slowly, like the silver screen of the "talkies", but with color and smell and sound, I seemed to find myself in Los Angeles--but I swear it was much bigger, and buses and odd-shaped cars crowded the city streets.

I thought about Hollywood Boulevard, and I found myself there. Whether this is true, I do not know, but there were a lot of guys my age with beards and wearing, some of them, earrings. All the girls, some of them keen-o, wore real short skirts...and they slouched along--moving like a dance. Yet they seemed familiar. I wondered if I could talk to them, and I said, "Hello," but they didn't see or hear me. I decided I would look as funny to them as they looked to me. I guess it is something you have to learn. I couldn't do it.

I noticed there was a quietness about the air, a kind of stillness. Something else was missing, something that should be there. At first, I couldn't figure it out, I didn't know what it was--then I did. There were no birds. I listened. I walked two blocks north of the Boulevard--all houses--no birds. I wondered what had happened to them. Had they gone away? Again, I could hear the stillness. Then I knew something was going to happen.
I wondered what year it was. It certainly was not 1937. I saw a newspaper on the corner with a picture of the President. It surely wasn't Mr. Roosevelt. He was bigger, heavier, big ears. If it wasn't 1937, I wondered what year it was. . My eyes weren't working right. Someone was coming--someone in 1937--it was that darned, fat nurse ready to take my temperature. I woke up. Crazy dream.
[The next day]. Gosh, my headache is worse. It is a wonder I didn't get killed on that horse. I've had another crazy dream, back in Hollywood. Those people. Why do they dress like that, I wonder? Funny glow about them. It is a shine around their heads--something shining. I remember it now. I found myself back on the Boulevard. I was waiting for something to happen and I was going to be there. I looked up at the clock down by that big theater. It was ten minutes to four. Something big was going to happen.
I wondered if I went into a movie (since nobody could see me) if I'd like it. Some cardboard blond was draped over the marquee with her leg six feet long. I started to go in, but it wasn't inside. I was waiting for something to happen outside. I walked down the street. In the concrete they have names of stars. I just recognized a few of them. The other names I had never heard. I was getting bored, I wanted to get back to the hospital in Fresno, and I wanted to stay there on the Boulevard, even if nobody could see me. Those crazy kids. Why are they dressed like that? Maybe it is some big Halloween doings, but it don't seem like Halloween. More like early spring. There was that sound again, that lack of sound. Stillness, stillness, stillness. The quiet is getting bigger and bigger. I know it is going to happen. Something is going to happen. It is happening now! It sure did. She woke me up, grinning and smiling, that fat one again.
"It's time for your milk, kiddo," she says. Gosh, old women of thirty acting like the cat's pajamas. Next time maybe she'll bring hot chocolate.

Where have I been? Where haven't I been? I've been to the ends of the earth and back. I've been to the end of the world--there isn't anything left. Not even Fresno, even though I'm lying here right this minute. If only my eyes would get a little clearer so I can write all this down. Nobody will believe me, anyway. I'm going back to that last moment on the Boulevard.
Some sweet kid went past, dragging little boys (twins, I guess) by each hand. Her skirt was up--well, pretty high--and she had a tired look. I thought for a minute I could ask her about the birds, what had happened to them, and then I remembered she hadn't seen me.

Her hair was all frowzy, way out all over her head. A lot of them looked like that, but she looked so tired and like she was sorry about something. I guess she was sorry before it happened--because it surely did happen. There was a funny smell. I don't know where it came from. I didn't like it. A smell like sulphur, sulfuric acid, a smell like death. For a minute I thought I was back in chem [chemistry].

When I looked around for the girl, she was gone. I wanted to find her for some reason. It was as if I knew something was going to happen and I could stay with her, help her. She was gone, and I walked half a block, then I saw the clock again. My eyes seemed glued to that clock. I couldn't move. I just waited. It was five minutes to four on a sunny afternoon. I thought I would stand there looking at that clock forever waiting for something to come. Then, when it came, it was nothing. It was just nothing. It wasn't nearly as hard as the earthquake we had two years ago.

The ground shook, just an instant. People looked at each other, surprised. Then they laughed. I laughed, too. So this was what I had been waiting for. This funny little shake. It meant nothing.
I was relieved and I was disappointed. What had I been waiting for? I started back up the Boulevard, moving my legs like those kids. How do they do it? I never found out. I felt as if the ground wasn't solid under me. I knew I was dreaming, and yet I wasn't dreaming. There was that smell again, coming up from the ocean. I was getting to the 5 and 10 store and I saw the look on the kids' faces. Two of them were right in front of me, coming my way.

"Let's get out of this place. Let's go back East." He seemed scared. It wasn't as if the sidewalks were trembling--but you couldn't seem to see them. Not with your eyes you couldn't. An old lady had a dog, a little white dog, and she stopped and looked scared, and grabbed him in her arms and said: "Let's go home, Frou, Frou. Mama is going to take you home." That poor lady, hanging on to her dog.
I got scared. Real scared. I remembered the girl. She was way down the block, probably. I ran and ran, and the ground kept trembling. I couldn't see it. I couldn't see it. But I knew it was trembling. Everybody looked scared. They looked terrible. One young lady just sat down on the sidewalk all doubled up. She kept saying, "earthquake, its the earthquake," over and over. But I couldn't see that anything was different.

Then, when it came, how it came. Like nothing in God's world. Like nothing. It was like the scream of a siren, long and low, or the scream of a woman I heard having a baby when I was a kid. It was awful. It was as if something--some monster--was pushing up the sidewalks. You felt it long before you saw it, as if the sidewalks wouldn't hold you anymore. I looked out at the cars. They were honking, but not scared. They just kept moving. They didn't seem to know yet that anything was happening. Then, that white car, that baby half-sized one came sprawling from the inside lane right against the curb. The girl who was driving just sat there. She sat there with her eyes staring, as if she couldn't move, but I could hear her. She made funny noises.

I watched her, thinking of the other girl. I said that it was a dream and I would wakeup. But I didn't wake up. The shaking had started again, but this time different. It was a nice shaking, like a cradle being rocked for a minute, and then I saw the middle of the Boulevard seem to be breaking in two. The concrete looked as if it were being pushed straight up by some giant shovel. It was breaking in two. That is why the girl's car went out of control. And then a loud sound again, like I've never heard before--then hundreds of sounds--all kinds of sounds; children, and women, and those crazy guys with earrings. They were all moving, some of them above the sidewalk. I can't describe it. They were lifted up..
And the waters kept oozing--oozing. The cries. God, it was awful. I woke up. I never want to have that dream again.

It came again. Like the first time which was a preview and all I could remember was that it was the end of the world. I was right back there--all that crying. Right in the middle of it. My eardrums felt as if they were going to burst. Noise everywhere. People falling down, some of them hurt badly. Pieces of buildings, chips, flying in the air. One hit me hard on the side of the face, but I didn't seem to feel it. I wanted to wake up, to get away from this place. It had been fun in the beginning, the first dream, when I kind of knew I was going to dream the end of the world or something. This was terrible. There were older people in cars. Most of the kids were on the street. But those old guys were yelling bloody murder, as if anybody could help them. Nobody could help anybody. It was then I felt myself lifted up. Maybe I had died. I don't know. But I was over the city. It was tilting toward the ocean--like a picnic table.

The buildings were holding, better than you could believe. They were holding. They were holding. They were holding.
The people saw they were holding and they tried to cling to them or get inside. It was fantastic. Like a building had a will of its own. Everything else breaking around them, and they were holding, holding. I was up over them--looking down. I started to root for them. "Hold that line," I said. "Hold that line. Hold that line. Hold that line." I wanted to cheer, to shout, to scream. If the buildings held, those buildings on the Boulevard, maybe the girl--the girl with the two kids--maybe she could get inside. It looked that way for a long time, maybe three minutes, and three minutes was like forever. You knew they were going to hold, even if the waters kept coming up. Only they didn't.

I've never imagined what it would be like for a building to die. A building dies just like a person. It gives way, some of the bigger ones did just that. They began to crumble, like an old man with palsy, who couldn't take it anymore. They crumbled right down to nothing. And the little ones screamed like mad--over and above the roar of the people. They were mad about dying. But buildings die.

I couldn't look anymore at the people. I kept wanting to get higher. Then I seemed to be out of it all, but I could see. I seemed to be up on Big Bear near San Bernardino, but the funny thing was that I could see everywhere. I knew what was happening.
The earth seemed to start to tremble again. I could feel it even though I was high up. This time it lasted maybe twelve seconds, and it was gentle. You couldn't believe anything so gentle could cause so much damage. But then I saw the streets of Los Angeles--and everything between the San Bernardino mountains and Los Angeles. It was still tilting towards the ocean, houses, everything that was left. I could see the big lanes--dozens of big lanes still loaded with cars sliding the same way. Now the ocean was coming in, moving like a huge snake across the land. I wondered how long it was, and I could see the clock, even though I wasn't there on the Boulevard. It was 4:29. It had been half an hour. I was glad I couldn't hear the crying anymore. But I could see everything. I could see everything.

Then, like looking at a huge map of the world, I could see what was happening on the land and with the people. San Francisco was feeling it, but she was not in any way like Hollywood or Los Angeles. It was moving just like that earthquake movie with Jeanette McDonald and Gable. I could see all those mountains coming together...I knew it was going to happen to San Francisco--it was going to turn over--it would turn upside down. It went quickly, because of the twisting, I guess. It seemed much faster than Hollywood, but then I wasn't exactly there. I was a long way off. I was a long, long way off. I shut my eyes for a long time--I guess ten minutes--and when I opened them I saw Grand Canyon.

When I looked at Grand Canyon, that great big gap was closing in, and Boulder Dam was being pushed, from underneath. And then, Nevada, and on up to Reno. Way down south, way down. Baja, California. Mexico too. It looked like some volcano down there was erupting, along with everything else. I saw the map of South America, especially Columbia. Another volcano--eruption--shaking violently. I seemed to be seeing a movie of three months before--before the Hollywood earthquake. Venezuela seemed to be having some kind of volcanic activity. Away off in the distance, I could see Japan, on a fault, too. It was so far off--not easy to see because I was still on Big Bear Mountain, but it started to go into the sea. I couldn't hear screaming, but I could see the surprised look on their faces. They looked so surprised. Japanese girls are made well, supple, easy, muscles that move well. Pretty, too. But they were all like dolls. It was so far away I could hardly see it. In a minute or two it seemed over. Everybody was gone. There was nobody left.

I didn't know time now. I couldn't see a clock. I tried to see the island of Hawaii. I could see huge tidal waves beating against it. The people on the streets were getting wet, and they were scared. But I didn't see anybody go into the sea.
I seemed way around the globe. More flooding. Is the world going to be drenched? Constantinople. Black Sea rising. Suez Canal, for some reason seemed to be drying up. Sicily--she doesn't hold. I could see a map. Mt Etna. Mt. Etna is shaking. A lot of area seemed to go, but it seemed to be earlier or later. I wasn't sure of time, now.

England--huge floods--but no tidal waves. Water, water everywhere, but no one was going into the sea. People were frightened and crying. Some places they fell to the streets on their knees and started to pray for the world. I didn't know the English were emotional. Ireland, Scotland--all kinds of churches were crowded--it seemed night and day. People were carrying candles and everybody was crying for California, Nevada, parts of Colorado--maybe even all of it, even Utah. Everybody was crying--most of them didn't even know anybody in California, Nevada, Utah, but they were crying as if they were blood kin. Like one family. Like it happened to them.

New York was coming into view--she was still there, nothing had happened, yet water level was way up. Here, things were different. People were running in the streets yelling--"end of the world." Kids ran into restaurants and ate everything in sight. I saw a shoe store with all the shoes gone in about five minutes. 5th Avenue--everybody running. Some radio blasting--bigger--a loud speaker--that in a few minutes, power might be shut off. They must control themselves. Five girls were running like mad toward the Y.M.C.A., that place on Lexington or somewhere. But nothing was happening in New York. I saw an old lady with garbage cans filling them with water. Everybody seemed scared to death. Some people looked dazed. The streets seemed filled with loud speakers. It wasn't daylight. It was night.

I saw, like the next day, and everything was topsy turvey. Loud speakers again about fuel tanks broken in areas--shortage of oil. People seemed to be looting markets.
I saw a lot of places that seemed safe, and people were not so scared. Especially the rural areas. Here everything was almost as if nothing had happened. People seemed headed to these places, some on foot, some in cars that still had fuel. I heard--or somehow I knew--that somewhere in the Atlantic land had come up. A lot of land. I was getting awfully tired. I wanted to wake up. I wanted to go back to the girl--to know where she was--and those two kids. I found myself back in Hollywood--and it was still 4:29. I wasn't up on Big Bear at all, I was perched over Hollywood. I was just there. It seemed perfectly natural in my dream.

I could hear now. I could hear, someplace, a radio station blasting out--telling people not to panic. They were dying in the streets. There were picture stations with movies--some right in Hollywood--these were carrying on with all the shaking. One fellow in the picture station was a little short guy who should have been scared to death. But he wasn't. He kept shouting and reading instructions. Something about helicopters or planes would go over--some kind of planes--but I knew they couldn't. Things were happening in the atmosphere. The waves were rushing up now. Waves. Such waves. Nightmare waves.
Then, I saw again. Boulder Dam, going down--pushing together, pushing together breaking apart--no, Grand Canyon was pushing together, and Boulder Dam was breaking apart. It was still daylight. All these radio stations went off at the same time--Boulder Dam had broken.
I wondered how everybody would know about it--people back East. That was when I saw the "ham radio operators." I saw them in the darndest places, as if I were right there with them. Like the little guy with glasses, they kept sounding the alarm.

One kept saying: "This is California. We are going into the sea. This is California. We are going into the sea. Get to high places. Get to the mountains. All states west--this is California. We are going into the...we are going into the..." I thought he was going to say "sea," but I could see him. He was inland, but the waters had come in. His hand was still clinging to the table, he was trying to get up, so that once again he could say: "This is California. We are going into the sea. This is California. We are going into the sea."

I seemed to hear this, over and over, for what seemed hours--just those words--they kept it up until the last minute--all of them calling out, "Get to the mountains--this is California. We are going into the sea."
I woke up. It didn't seem as if I had been dreaming. I have never been so tired. For a minute or two, I thought it had happened. I wondered about two things. I hadn't seen what happened to Fresno and I hadn't found out what happened to that girl.
I've been thinking about it all morning. I'm going home tomorrow. It was just a dream. It was nothing more. Nobody in the future on Hollywood Boulevard is going to be wearing earrings--and those beards. Nothing like that is ever going to happen. That girl was so real to me--that girl with those kids. It won't ever happen--but if it did, how could I tell her (maybe she isn't even born yet) to move away from California when she has her twins--and she can't be on the Boulevard that day. She was so gosh-darned real.

The other thing--those ham operators--hanging on like that--over and over--saying the same thing:
"This is California. We are going into the sea. This is California. We are going into the sea. Get to the mountains. Get to the hilltops. California, Nevada, Colorado, Arizona, Utah. This is California. We are going into the sea."
I guess I'll hear that for days.

A Blog Award


Posted on Wednesday, July 30, 2008 | By Kaye | In

Pure Faith's first blog award ! I'm so excited and I am greatly humbled as well. Many thanks to fellow blogger and warrior for Christ- Tammy of Tamela's Place , for choosing me as one of her recipients- it was a pleasant surprise and I am truly honoured that our labour of love, as christian bloggers, is somehow acknowledged, by a fellow blogger nonetheless... so, cheers, tammy!
My cup runneth over.
So, paying it forward, here are the list of blogs that I feel deserve an award:

Reasons To Believe
Only In His Service
Seed Thoughts

The Art Y Pico award is given to those who serve as an inspiration or blessing to others in the field of artwork, writing, or design and follows a pay-it-forward principle. I am not truly familiar with how this works but according to Tammy, if you are a recipient of this blog award-
You should share it with five other blogs- so, you have the liberty to choose which blog you share it with.

To the recipients, your “official instructions” follow:
1. Pick five blogs you consider deserving of this award, whether for creativity, design, interesting material, or contributions to the blogging community, no matter what language.
2. Name each nominee and link to his/her blog.
3. Show the award and include the name (and link to his/her blog) of whoever presented you with this award.
4. Be sure to link to the Arte y Pico blog, so everyone knows the origin of this award.
5. Post these rules.

So, enjoy the award, you guys ! and thank you for stepping up and shining Christ's light unto others. God bless you.

"No Other Love"


Posted on Saturday, July 26, 2008 | By Kaye | In


There is nothing like God's love, my friend...quite nothing like it. It's like a refreshing drink of water in the middle of a desert and boy, it just reminded me again of what I've been missing. I've been rundown lately and i admit, I am feeling a bit lost and discouraged, but these past few days He's kind of trying to get my attention, and now, this very minute I feel God once again like never before. I can feel His presence wash over me, I feel washed and clean and forgiven. Praise the Lord...i truly praise Him.
I feel His hand holding mine and I'm not struggling at all... His presence is just sweet, He calms all of my fears and gently cradles me to His bosom. I'm so thankful that our God is the way He is, that he never changes, for loving me despite me. You know what? i love my Lord, truly, madly and deeply. He is everything to me, it's his name that is etched in my heart. And I know that this love that I feel for Him is just a reflection of His mighty love for me, amen...He loved me, before I even knew Him. The world cannot take that away from me- despite all their shimmer, despite all their gold...I know I belong to Jesus, He is my portion in this life.

I just want to share with you a link and I hope you do take the time to sit down and listen... because i assure you, it's going to bless and feed your soul. CLICK ON : April 2008, 9th, VIDEO titled "Searching for the Manifestation of the Sons of God" Part 1
Thank you, friend and I hope it strengthens you on your journey as it did mine. God bless you. 

A Consecrated Life


Posted on Sunday, July 13, 2008 | By Kaye | In

"Behold to obey is better than sacrifice..." 1 Samuel 15:22

I'm pretty sure, most of us- deep down in our hearts, want to be saved. We yearn for salvation and eternal life, we know there is a God and we want to be reunited with this God. What is happening out there in the natural world is a perverted manifestation of that desire. The theme of Hollywood movies is mostly based on super heroes- supernatural men & women who is out there to save us from evil or destruction, fairytales too always have the same plot or storyline, having a villain, a hero, a damsel in distress- the villain always almost winning but lo and behold, the hero suddenly comes to rescue his loved one and defeats the enemy...
Subconsciously, even the movie world is retelling the love story of the Bride of Christ and Jesus, our bridegroom, although in a worldly manner, but the main thought of having a Saviour of men is quite apparent.

The world and its people is groaning, travailing for the manifestation of the true sons and daughters of God. They want to see the light in this age of absolute darkness and perversion. It is not enough to just say " I am a christian ", it will never be enough my friend because by their fruits ye shall know them. There should be a manifestation and that manifestation should dove tail with the Scripture otherwise it's false manifestation. There is a call for consecrated living... an authentic and holy spirit led christian life, stripped of any form of hypocrisy and self serving agenda. And only the pure unadulterated Word, the blood of Christ at calvary, the Holy Ghost and the message for this hour would be able to bring about that manifestation, any other thing would be death and will bring forth death not life. Hard saying but it's the truth.

Organised religion won't do it. It won't. Serving God is a love affair, an individual affair between the Creator and His creation. We have to experience God ourselves and not be content by just hearing it on the pulpit every Sunday from a pastor or any other man- I'm ot saying it's bad, don't get me wrong but my point is as the Bible says " the letter killeth but the Spirit giveth life..." I hope you read between the lines.

If you haven't done this before and deep inside- you believe there is a God, start with a prayer and confess your sins to Him, not to man but to God himself. Breathe it all out and don't dismiss the thought of praying... it isn't silly, ridiculous or a laughing matter either, it's the beginning of your relationship with God. Do you know that He is more interested in you than you are of Him? He is just there waiting for you to open your heart to Him. Pray regularly, as if you're talking to a friend ( He is a friend ), meditate on His word- read the Bible and He would open your eyes to truths you haven't seen before. The Hoy Spirit would minister unto you and that's a privelege, blog reader.

For fellow christians- it's time for us to re dedicate ourselves to Him. To rekindle the embers of our first love to our God. It's time to find our way back to His arms, to recapture the pureness of what being a christian is all about. It's not about filling our heads with knowledge, it's not about entertaing the crowd- I personally think there is too much carnal entertainment going on in churches than the breaking of the Word and this is just sad because it does not bring forth genuine believers but carnality, in the church nonetheless. Worship is an essential part of our christian walk but the breaking of the Word, the hearing of that Word in a Sunday service is of utmost importance and should not really be cut short for the sake of worship. Might sting a little bit but that is truth.

What we are in desperate need of right now is more of God...more of the Word, more chastening from the Lord, more correction and rebuke, more sorrow and suffering, more trial and more tribulation- to purge the flesh and try us by fire... to bring forth a new creature, a new man in Christ Jesus. We need to step up and be brave enough to fight the battle in the frontline and not hide in the shadow of our church, our pastor, our mother or father, or anything else.
We have to go back and retrace our steps back to Jesus Christ and it's not yet too late to do that. But we do have to hurry, time is running out and we don't want to miss our last ride home, amen.
Friend, from my heart, I love you and I have a burden for the lost because they are too blind to see what is waiting for them in hell and so I don't mince words at all...and I myself am not perfect, I often slip and fall but christians fall forward because we learn from our trials, by God's grace, amen ! let's fight harder- we're nearly there.
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