Superman and Nuclear Warheads

Did you ever see the Superman movies that came out in the 80’s? Spoiler alert: at the climax of the fourth movie, Superman rids the Earth of a nuclear warhead by throwing it into the Sun. The warhead, while devestatingly powerful here, vaporized when it hit the magnificent mass and burning power of the Sun. God, like the Sun, is pure and powerful; with Holy fire. No matter how huge our sins, no matter how destructive they are or could become, they are no match for God. When I confess my sins to Him, they transfer from me to Him, and they are vaporized while still in transit. He has already paid for all of them, and in the face of such love, they are utterly diminished.

God Bless You, and have a good weekend.

Forgiveness and Texting

I didn’t write an entry this week, but I kept thinking about a text conversation I had once. Here is my side of the dialogue, plus some extra:

Forgiveness is hard, but what I’ve ultimately learned is that the love I have with God is such a good thing that it tends to push back hate. I think the best explanation about forgiveness comes from a man who was tortured for 14 years under Nazis then Stalin for refusing to denounce his Christian beliefs:

He said he was able to forgive those who tortured him because he knew that in Heaven, his guardian angel stood next to the guardian angel of the torturer… and they were both standing in the presence of God, trying desperately to get their respective man home safely.

Also, I feel responsible for the death and torture of Christ, because if I had not been a sinner, He would not have had to die for me. So if He can turn His blood-covered face toward me and say, “yes, I forgive you, and I love you, and I want you to be a part of my life forever”… well, I may not have that much love, but I should at least try. And the more I let his love in, the more it takes over, and I start to feel his pity for all the broken people of the world. I think, “of course they’re terrible to me! They’ve grown up in this messed up world, they’ve got baggage and brokenness and they don’t know the love that I have here in Christ”.

Basically I’m just too happy with Jesus, and that house is so full of love, that I don’t want it to be tainted by external forces like hate.

I realized once in prayer, that when I face Christ, seeing Him crucified, He died not only for my sins, but the sins of the whole world… That includes those sins others have done to me. My sins die there with Him, but also, the hurts that have been inflicted on me through the sins of others are nailed and dying on the cross. That gives me strength, to know those past hurts are dead.

God bless you, and have a good weekend.

Love, Morgan Grace Hart

Blue Spirit Water

Something lately has me going back in my mind to a vision of sorts I had once. It’s a little hard to describe since, like a dream, it didn’t match the constraints of ordinary senses. It had that quality where two things could coexist in one place yet visually make sense, even though you could never paint an image like that in real life.

I had recently had my first child and was sitting with him on the couch. Out of nowhere, God told me something to the effect of, “Here. Now. I want you to have an encounter with the Holy Spirit.”

“Here?” I asked. He said yes.

“Now?” I asked. He said yes.

“Okay, then,” I said.

And suddenly I had this sense that He reached into me and pulled out something like chains, which He broke, and as soon as He did this, my soul became buoyant like a diver removing weight, and rose above me. He met me in the air, His soul to mine, and embraced me while turning in a matter reminiscent of a high school slow dance. Something like clean water came from His chest in a torrent, entering mine and sweeping out, in its force, dirty water, which flowed back into Him. I had not recognized or looked for features on Him – the experience was only partly visual – but now He was definitely Jesus, and I saw the dirty water running slowly from the wounds in His side and hands. I had the thought that this probably came with some degree of pain for Him. (If there was something after that, I no longer remember, but I do remember afterwards holding my child and having the sense that we were both surrounded and protected by the Holy Spirit.)

Not all visions are about something specific or urgent in life, and this one was never tied to any specific event.
But the memory of it is recurring, and I sometimes find links to it in my prayers. I used to see a pattern when I prayed of two curving, interlinking geometrical shapes, one blue and one brown. I realized one day that the pattern was a reference to the aforementioned vision, where the brown water was removed from me by the Blue Waters of His Spirit.

Thinking on this topic, in the scriptural reference below, I reference some of the more dream-like and/or spatially confusing visions in the Bible, as food for thought. PLEASE take time to look over a few of these – they’re very interesting.

Ezekiel 1:4-9, 1:15-28, 2:1-2, 3:12-15; Acts 11:4-9; Isaiah 6:1-2; revelations 4:1-3 and 4:6.