In the Middle of Difficulty lies Opportunity.
II Corinthians 4:16-18
Therefore we do not lose heart. Even though our outward man is perishing, yet the inward man is being renewed day by day.
For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, is working for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory.
While we do not look at the things which are seen. For the things which are seen are temporary, but the things which are not seen are eternal.
His way is the Light of the World, the Truth, Salvation for Mankind and the Promise fulfilled for all time…Happy Birthday Jesus! Zoey~
2 bout this time Caesar Augustus, the Roman emperor, decreed that a census should be taken throughout the nation.(This census was taken when Quirinius was governor of Syria.)
3 Everyone was required to return to his ancestral home for this registration. 4 And because Joseph was a member of the royal line, he had to go to Bethlehem in Judea, King David’s ancient home—journeying there from the Galilean village of Nazareth. 5 He took with him Mary, his fiancée, who was obviously pregnant by this time.
6 And while they were there, the time came for her baby to be born; 7 and she gave birth to her first child, a son. She wrapped him in a blanket and laid him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the village inn.
8 That night some shepherds were in the fields outside the village, guarding their flocks of sheep. 9 Suddenly an angel appeared among them, and the landscape shone bright with the glory of the Lord. They were badly frightened, 10 but the angel reassured them.
“Don’t be afraid!” he said. “I bring you the most joyful news ever announced, and it is for everyone! 11 The Savior—yes, the Messiah, the Lord—has been born tonight in Bethlehem!12 How will you recognize him? You will find a baby wrapped in a blanket lying in a manger!”
13 Suddenly, the angel was joined by a vast host of others—the armies of heaven—praising God:
14 “Glory to God in the highest heaven,” they sang “and peace on earth for all those pleasing him.”
15 When this great army of angels had returned again to heaven, the shepherds said to each other, “Come on! Let’s go to Bethlehem! Let’s see this wonderful thing that has happened, which the Lord has told us about.”
16 They ran to the village and found their way to Mary and Joseph. And there was the baby, lying in the manger. 17 The shepherds told everyone what had happened and what the angel had said to them about this child. 18 All who heard the shepherds’ story expressed astonishment, 19 but Mary quietly treasured these things in her heart and often thought about them.
20 Then the shepherds went back again to their fields and flocks, praising God for the visit of the angels, and because they had seen the child, just as the angel had told them.
21 Eight days later, at the baby’s circumcision ceremony, he was named Jesus, the name given him by the angel before he was even conceived.
22 When the time came for Mary’s purification offering at the Temple, as required by the laws of Moses after the birth of a child, his parents took him to Jerusalem to present him to the Lord; 23 for in these laws God had said, “If a woman’s first child is a boy, he shall be dedicated to the Lord.”
24 At that time Jesus’ parents also offered their sacrifice for purification—“either a pair of turtledoves or two young pigeons” was the legal requirement. 25 That day a man named Simeon, a Jerusalem resident, was in the Temple. He was a good man, very devout, filled with the Holy Spirit and constantly expecting the Messiah to come soon. 26 For the Holy Spirit had revealed to him that he would not die until he had seen him—God’s anointed King. 27 The Holy Spirit had impelled him to go to the Temple that day; and so, when Mary and Joseph arrived to present the baby Jesus to the Lord in obedience to the law, 28 Simeon was there and took the child in his arms, praising God.
29-31“Lord,” he said, “now I can die content! For I have seen him as you promised me I would. I have seen the Savior you have given to the world. 32 He is the Light that will shine upon the nations, and he will be the glory of your people Israel!”
33 Joseph and Mary just stood there, marveling at what was being said about Jesus.
34-35 Simeon blessed them but then said to Mary, “A sword shall pierce your soul, for this child shall be rejected by many in Israel, and this to their undoing. But he will be the greatest joy of many others. And the deepest thoughts of many hearts shall be revealed.”
36-37 Anna, a prophetess, was also there in the Temple that day. She was the daughter of Phanuel, of the Jewish tribe of Asher, and was very old, for she had been a widow for eighty-four years following seven years of marriage. She never left the Temple but stayed there night and day, worshiping God by praying and often fasting.
38 She came along just as Simeon was talking with Mary and Joseph, and she also began thanking God and telling everyone in Jerusalem who had been awaiting the coming of the Savior that the Messiah had finally arrived.
Thanksgiving is our celebration of America and other Nations finding unity in a time where to break bread and share in the fellowship with one another was deepening the Blessings of God. ~Zoey 2020
Please join with me in my devotion: Jesus Calling by Sarah Young
YOUR TIMES ARE IN MY HANDS. So trust in Me, beloved. I am training you to feel secure in the midst of change and uncertainty. It can actually be a relief to realize you are not in control of your life. When you accept this human condition while resting in My sovereignty, you become increasingly free .
I am not telling you to be passive or fatalistic. It’s important to use your energy and abilities, but I want you to do so prayerfully. Pray about everything, and search for Me in your moments. I am a God of surprises, so look for Me in unexpected places.
I invite you to rejoice in this day that I have made, asking Me to orchestrate its details and events. Since I am in control of your times, you don’t have to be anxious about making things happen faster. Rushing and anxiety go had in hand, and I have instructed you not to be anxious. If you let Me set the pace, I will bless you with Peace that transcends all understanding.
But I trust in you, O LORD’ I say, “You are my God.” My times are in your hands; deliver me from my enemies and from those who pursue me. ~Psalm 31:14-15
This the day the LORD has made; we will rejoice and be glad in it. ~Psalm 118:24
Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with THANKSGIVING, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. ~Philippians 4:6-7
We Shall Behold Him
“I, Jesus, have sent my angel to give you this testimony for the churches.
I am the Root and the off spring of David, and the bright Morning Star.” Rev. 22:16
An old astronomer clasped his
protege and said,
“If Polaris dies tonight,
Be assured some greater light
will take its place.”
Ansond guided his mount above
a mountain range. He saw the
spires of the City of the Troubadour.
A lovely city without walls, for
walls though not forbidden were
forgotten. In worlds where evil has
not come walls never come to mind.
Invictrix skimmed a sunlit tower
and flew down to the plaza where
the children played. The steed
alighted. Ansond walked through
an arched portal and saw the Singer
sitting with his lyre. He saw
Ansond and rose to meet him.
The two embraced.
“Earthmaker is sovereign love!”
“The music of the universe!” agreed
“Halana to the Father-Spirit!”
cried the Golden Knight.
“Come with me!” the Singer said.
They walked to the Plaza of Peace.
In the center of the square a
sphere of bright transparent glass
rested on one crystal’s very point.
In the center of the sphere was a
world about the size that Terra Two
had been the day she rode into the
final battle of the War of Fire.
“It is Terra One—a replica,
exact and scaled,” the Singer said.
“Forever sealed?” inquired Ansond.
“Forever,” agreed the Troubadour.
“And we can never hear the anguish
from its center?” The Golden
Knight seemed troubled.
“Never. There shall be silence
where the Dark Prince writhes in
“He is small indeed to live in such
a tiny world as this.”
“His is a dwindling point of death
within a growing universe of joy.”
“Come, “said the Singer. They
Soon they came to a grand reliquary
on a distant ivory causeway. There
was a cube of glass and deep within
a replica of the Great Machine of Death.
“Why keep this?” Ansond asked.
“It was the only hope of Terra One.
Those who walk this newer world are
here because I chose to die down
there between the gears and ropes.”
“What was it like to die?” the
Golden Knight asked.
“Be grateful you shall never have
The troubadour looked thoughtfully
away. “When it was over, I held
a new relationship with men. Even
Terra One died. Death does not
matter.” The Singer gestured to
the glistening world of Terra
Two. “Dying is not final, only life.”
Ansond looked at the scars of death
still marking the Prince’s hands.
“You are the Singer, Prince and
There was music all around them in
They sang the Star-Song, and far
above the Crystal Chair, their
music drifted outward on the
“Earthmaker viewed the sculptured
Of man, God-like and strident,
Of everything that is,
content to be
His intimate and only earthen
“Behold, I am coming soon! Blessed is he who keeps the words of the prophecy in this book”
He will Save us and Wipe away our sorrows, for our names are written on the palm of His Hand. ~Zoey
a poetic narrative in the tradition of C.S. Lewis’s Narnia Chronicles and J.R.R. Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings trilogy –is Calvin Miller’s completion to his own trilogy which includes the very popular The Singer and The Song. In this final volume, Miller tell the story of the Singer’s last battle with World Hater and envisions in dynamic prose-poetry the winding up of history on Terra One and the creation of Terra Two. As The Singer parallels the story of the Gospels and The Song parallels the book of Acts, so the The Finale is an artistic retelling of the Book of Revelation.
The Trilogy Continues…
“For God has purpose by agreeing to give the beast their power to rule, until God’s words are fulfilled. Rev. 17:17
Materiality: A blessing all its own.
Spirit-Demons play in fire
hoping for cremation.
In the terror of their immortality
they envy dying men.
Dreamer would have been terrified
by the leering Hater. Now he was
amazed that the aggressor’s grin
left him unafraid. The Hater’s sword
was twice the size of his, but he
drew his own blade and stepped
the thirsty distance to his foe. The
Hater swung. Then the smaller
swordsman hurled his steel in a
direct arc that would have hit the
Hater’s armor. The sound of
clanging steel resounded through
the streets. Each stalked the other.
Again their blades resounded as
Dreamer slowly weakened.
Suddenly Ansond bolted through
the smoke, calling to the Hater,
“Come! Leave the Dreamer! Your
wounded shoulder still seeps my grudge.”
“Not before I finish with this
miner,” the Prince of Mirrors cried.
He followed his defiance with a
question, “Is Elan dead?”
“The planet’s dead!” cried Ansond,
“and Elan with it. He fell in flame
from a slaughtered Vollkon.”
“He died wearing my face,” mused
the World Hater,”…but no matter, I have his.”
Terra died because it wore your
face,” Ansond interrupted.
Gesturing to the flames the Hater
cried, “Look, Ansond! I have laid to
rest Earthmaker’s hope and smashed
his finest work of art. Behold the
power of hate!” He laughed.
Dreamer watched the unfolding
conflict Suddenly he was dazzled
by blinding intensity. Light-Raider
bolted through the wall of flame.
Ashes formed whirlwinds beneath
his hooves. The Singer came.
“It is your final moment!” called
“Perhaps,” the Dark Prince said.
“The planet burns and the flames
spread. Perhaps the seas themselves
shall erupt in flame,” he laughed.
Indeed they will,” the Troubadour
agreed. “Hate sometimes has
a fiery end before it is absorbed in
The old antagonists faced each
other as the Troubadour continued.
“My Father-Spirit loved this place
and the men he made to live here.
“Now…” He seemed choked by the
declaration. “Now…both his
world and men are gone.”
“I told you I would win,” sneered
the World Hater. “I warned you
at the wall. The fight was fair. Now
see the ash can of your artisty.”
“You have not won…Look!”
Ansond sent his mount through
the wall of flame. The fire fell back.
Low in the night sky flew Terra
Two. It had grown since it floated
upward from the saddle shelf a few
The Troubadour smiled. “In only
three hours comes the midnight of
this planet. Terra One will die!
But even as it falls the sky will be
filled with the growing hope of
Terra Two. It is a world that you
will never enter, World Hater.”
“You cannot kill me, nor control
me. I go to any world I wish. I once
brought civil war to Lifeland itself.
Have you forgotten?” The Prince
of Mirrors sneered at the world
growing above the flames.
Invictrix soared abruptly back
through the flames and settled
suddenly. Surprised, the Dark Prince
stumbled backward and fell
ingloriously to the charred ground.
He looked up at Ansond who trailed
a long chain of heavy links.
Light-Raider pawed the earth and
it opened in an awesome rift. From
the great scar the Hater could hear
the moaning from the Canyon of the
“No…no!” carried the World Hater.
The Singer leapt from Light-Raider.
The ancient struggle began again in
fury. Hate tore at Love for the
remaining hours. Terr Two loomed
larger and larger until it filled the
sky. Close to midnight, the World
Hater in desperation flung his
sword at the Troubadour.
The Golden Knight now entered
into the struggle. He grasped the
discarded sword and wielded it to
split away the Hater’s torn and
Evil stood naked.
Ansond knew he could not put an
end to the evil prince with the
sword, for they had both been made
to live forever. So he took the
chain and wound it round the
Hater’s wounded body.
The Hater cursed the Singer and
his Golden Knight and poured his
scorn on Terra Two.
Dreamer beheld the final moments
of the ancient struggle. The World
Hater would live forever but never
move again. He would hate but
never enter Terra Two.
Invictrix nudged him toward the
Great rift. Over and over he rolled.
At the edge of the crevasse Invictrix
nudged him one more time. He
tumbled into the abyss and
The ground closed.
Dreamer followed Ansond and the
Troubadour back to the waiting
army. The soldiers like himself
were all unharmed.
The War of Fire was over.
The Singer led the Army of Liberation
back upon the sky way.
At midnight the two worlds collided.
Terra one split away and then
dissolved. Terr Two rolled on in
“But of that day and hour no one knows, not even the angels in heaven, nor the Son, but only the Father.” Mark 13:32
There is so much value in the following short excerpts that I am posting these over the next three days. May God bless you and keep you always.
Final by Calvin Miller
Light is never given
while we fear the dark.
When dawn came, the Army of
Liberation drew their swords and
began the advance. They marched
in silence toward the enemy columns
stationed by the wall. Elan, in the
saddle of a Vollkon laden with
the ore of death, advanced to meet
the enemy. His bridled reptile
release the canister. Fire fell
everywhere, but the Army of
Liberation marched on.
The unbridled Vollkons flew again
to the armory and returned to hurl
more fire. The heat grew so intense
that the forest near the Plains
of Man ignited. Sheets of flame
swept in waves across the land
and licked the base of the fortress
walls. It looked as if the entire
globe would burn.
Elan made a tactical error. He
decided that the Singer must be
killed to stop the onslaught.
Astride his great dragon Elan dived
toward Light-Raider who did not
Giant claws grasped for the
Troubadour but could not sweep
him from his horse.
Then suddenly the Vollkon looked
toward the sky and screamed.
Ansond closed on him. The Golden
Knight recalled a ploy he had
used in earlier attacks and sliced
through the canister which Elan’s
dragon grasped. Fire engulfed both
beast and rider.
As the saddle girth collapsed and
the searing flame rushed over him,
Elan wailed in terror. In separate
moments yet almost one, Emperor
and Vollkon hit the earth.
Two Vollkons remained. One
wheeled and confronted winged
Invictrix in the air. Wildly its six
great talons ripped the air. Invictrix
barely kept beyond the reach of all
its savage claws. Each way the horse
flew, the beast turned in the air to
face Ansond and fight. The roaring
Vollkon almost deafened those
below. The reptile opened its deadly
jaws to grasp the horse’s wings.
Below the screaming skies, the battle
ranks began to close. Along a
hundred-mile front, sword clashed
on shield. The wail of dying men
continued through the day. Above
the din of war echoed the cries of
dragons in the air.
By afternoon the Vollkon had
begun to tire. Invictrix circled it
until the sun fell full into the
monster’s face. The reptile’s glazed
eyes spoke its death ahead of time.
Its wing beats slowed and finally it
settled toward the earth. It could
not rise although it longed to do so.
Invictix and her rider watched
the beast descend. It hovered for
a moment above the thickest combat,
then fell the few remaining feet.
The men of Ellanor moved back to
give the dragon dying space. Its
great leather wings fluttered like
a crippled gull. Its claws dug into
the bloody earth among the corpses
of the fallen soldiers. It whimpered,
groaned and gasped. Then died.
The dragon’s slow, painful death
unnerved the men of Ellanor. They
had reason to fear. Elan was dead.
Terr was aflame and the fire had
spread to the capital. The gates
were now ablaze.
Ansond turned to the final Vollkon.
The beast, knowing it was the last,
had lost its heart for war. It would
not fly. It perched like a great stone
gargoyle on the palace armory
where the canisters of death ore
were stacked in pyramids.
As Invictrix flew close, the Vollkon
toppled backward, scattering the
It could not fold its wings. Spasms
shook its ugly head. Froth
poured above its forked tongue.
Seized by desire to end its existence,
it brought a merciful conclusion
to the war. Grasping a canister, the
Vollkon tore the frail shell until
It burst. In an instant fire shot high.
The whole armory detonated. Flame,
growing in intensity, collected in
a golden ball and settled on the city.
Terra was ablaze! Hate’s final grudge
against Earthmakers love was
Dreamer, turned Avenger, struggled
to find the Prince of Mirrors in the
burning city. He was confused by
all the flame. The streets were filled
with the fallen, and the buildings
were in ruins. He sought the stable
where the Dark Prince had sharpened
his weapon for the conflict.
A cloud of dense smoke blew across
the small lane where Dreamer
walked. A burning timber crashed
ahead of him and exploded in a
showers of sparks whose light was
smothered by the soot and darkness.
He fought the smoke and, shielding
his face against the heat, he stumbled
through the hot mist. When Dreamer
drew his arm back to breathe, the
Prince of Mirrors stood directly
in the burning way.
The Hater grinned and drew his sword.
In defiance of all the torture,
the might, and the malice
of the world,
the liberal (free) man will ever be rich;
for God’s providence is his estate,
God’s wisdom and power his defense,
God’s love and favor his reward, and
God’s word his security.
“For the Truth’s sake, which dwelleth
in us, and shall be with us Forever.”
II John 1:2
Our country, however bounded or described—still our country,
to be cherished in all our hearts to be defended by all our hands.
...”and the dust returns to the ground it came from,
and the spirit returns to God who gave it.”