The left lane is for passing ! ! !

DRIVER: “What is wrong with this guy in front of me?! HE should know slower traffic should stay in the ‘right’  lane! The left lane is for passing and once you get by someone ya move over and ‘stay right!’…man…COME ON ! ! ! !”

He shout loud enough for the guy in the car ahead of him to hear him, although all their windows are up and the radios and a/c on.

DRIVER: (continues) “Come on comeon comon come commON!!!!!!” ‘Come onah!!!’ ‘Guy-ya!!!’ HELLO! The law is clear, the left lane is for PASSING ‘P. A. S. S. I. N. G.  P. ASS. I/N/G, that is what i am trying to do, PASSING!!! Come on man!!!! Get over and let others pass, how inconsiderate, breaking the law AND being rude about it AND aggggh!!!! whew…man on MAN! This guy is going to cause and accident!  Make me wreck, then i’ll sue your butt cause you, YOU made me do it!!!! You butt, GET OOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooover!”

Just then the driver in front turns on his signal and moves to the right lane and lets our upset driver pass. As he passes he continues . . .

DRIVER: “THANK YOU *@%/<(#*@! */ *,<>*&%#?!! ! ! ! YOU WERE BREAKING THE LAW, Hello, the left lane is for passing, the right lane is for slower traffic, going UNDER THE SPEED LIMIT! ! ! !”

It was then the driver looked down at his speedometer and he was going 10 miles over the speed limit…but the story has a good ending, it didn’t bother him too much because he is usually in the right and his self-righteous will allowed him to feel no guilt at all for being the one who was really breaking the law.

THE END

I Got Hit By A Truck, What Is Your Excuse?

2 years ago  (2013 )  at the Salvation Army Camp Keystone men’s fellowship camp we had a great special guest. I bought two of his CDs.

I’m going to plug in his name and a link to his main website let alone post a video of him performing one of his songs.

He not only had a great voice but used it as part of a prison ministry. Talk about a mode of transportation.

He not only sings good Christian songs, you know praise band stuff or what people call worship team music nowadays, he realized that he could take some classic rock tunes and make the lyrics a little more meaningful toward things that apply to faith in Jesus Christ.

The last thing I’m going to say about him is that he has no arms at all and 1 leg shorter than the other. I will include his testimony, let him tell you the details.

And there are more details!

My point is God can use everybody and anything. My other posts talked about how he used dreams – animals – situation  – tragedies – music – and more.

That special guest reminded all of us that there is no such thing as an accident with God. This man was born with no arms. Sometimes the tragedies in our life or our disabilities can be the biggest blessing because regardless of how great the opposition is there’s always an opportunity. Some times the bigger the opposition, the bigger the opportunity.

I was able to send this entire post while laying flat on my back, on the floor, dealing with some health issues… We’ll leave it at that.

I’m not going to go back and edit this but in the comment section below when I’m able to I will add the promised music and videos of that special guest.

I remember hearing a little girl with cerebral palsy say,

“I have cerebral palsy what’s your excuse?”

Although this **temporary disability I’m struggling with is nothing compared to those other brothers and sisters in Christ it still slows me down in some ways but there is no disabling God’s work. **https://tombeetlebailey.wordpress.com/2016/01/12/toms-physical-health/

There is no disabling God’s ability!

May He reach others through me, my blog, and what I share. after all, what I am sharing is HIM.

HE is greater  than  I

Where there’s a will there’s a way! may God’s will be done.


~CREDITS IN COMMENT SECTION~

See comment for Video and details of Special guest mentioned above Jon Sheptock

http://jonsheptock.com/

Here is just audio and a slideshow

Play this while you read comment section…

SOLD OUT Earth suit

No rooms for rent in my apartment (my own mind).
I am presently fully occupied with the presence of The Holy Spirit and have no room for anyone else.
I am letting Him, more than a room mate, do the interior decorating and even from the outside some are noticing how much nicer the place looks.

SOLD OUT, no other seats available.
Sorry.

I understand that HE is willing to come into your current dwelling place and do the most amazing reconstruction and interior designing you will every sea, they are out of this world. Late one night he told me He wants to visit you and if you are willing live there as well, maybe even full time if you are interested. CALL: Jeremiah 33:3 for assistance, Jeremiah was an employee as well and, although no longer with us, still giving good information. Call now, it is free.

Thank you.

Classic credit hold music while you wait:

From: https://tombeetlebailey.wordpress.com/2015/11/24/earth-suits/

Broken record, records broken

Feel free to listen to this song as you read…

i am a broken person that God is healing and teaching more and more each day, as i surrender to the growing pains HE is putting me through.

May others see that in Jesus Name and realize we are all broken and needing to be constantly fixed until that final day when HE perfects us.

I am a hypocrite at times without out even fully knowing it and when God starts to put a metaphorical mirror in front of me -in the form of other believers i admire – i see the imperfections in them. It is then i realize, that is just saw dust in their eyes, i’ve got a whole untrimmed tree in mine!

As construction takes place to saw that tree out i then notice the splinters in others people eyes and i still think, ‘well, look at them! This is ridiculous!I am so glad i am not like them!!! Then there is a whisper to my soul that if i am shouting too loud i miss. HE SAYS,

“You are worse my son.”

But He doesn’t shout it at me and condemn me with that statement. He says it soft and lovingly. I am hearing that still small voice. I don’t like it at times because I think, “no i am not!” but then i realize i am then arguing with the one who not only knows me best but with the one who created me.

“I am worse!”

Wow, thank you Jesus for fixing what is broken.

Pressing on,

~beetle

::::::::::Under Construction but ready to be read:::::::

GO TO: The index for when to kick and not kick against the pricks           (That is an index of post dealing with what The Lord has been doing in my life over the past few years and what HE has been doing since the creation of the 1st Adam).

Closing song if music speaks to you more than words…i hope you can get past the container (80’s hair and rock n’ rock and hear what The Sustainer is saying…

HERE IS the band Jerusalem with their song “Constantly Changing”:

Preaching to the choir, cause they need it sometimes too.

EVER FEEL LIKE, “I want to preach the word, LIVE JESUS they want massages (just something that will make them feel all warm and fuzzy inside)…You check chapter and verse, they check their watches? THIS SONG IS FOR YOU, remember who called you, remember who the real enemy is and remember what YOUR call (what shoes YOU are to wear) and let Jesus sort out and determine who’s fruit is worthy. PRESS ON in spite of the other sheep for those may not be sheeps brothers and sisters, they may be goats.

if this made you feel funny in the pit of your stomach, it may be from eating too much starch or The Holy Spirit is speaking to you. If it is in your gut and your mind please go to: acceptance

Should we be Fruit inspectors? Is that my job man?

Learn how to Kick against the pricks.

Learn how to STOP kicking against the pricks !

(whole series index to: Kicking and Not Kicking)

Continue reading “Preaching to the choir, cause they need it sometimes too.”

“This land is your land this land is mine, mine alllll mine!!!!! (post still under construction)

Think back if you will to the wild wild west and the land  rush . Picture people in handmade clothing running with flags in hand, staking out land, dashing, dodging around others with long poles and a flag with their family name or crest on it. Picture them dashing without haste  to a good spot they want to claim, shoving that marker into the ground and shouting,

That there’s my land!

or

THIS here is my land!!!

When i pictured this in my mind i thought of good Friday. If  they were selling plots of land, or giving plots away how craaaaazy that would be…people camping out the week before, maybe the month before. The push and shove and attempted bribes, possibly even a few attempted murders that would take place with crowds of large people and large crowds of people (did ya see what i did there) Gatherings so big that some lil’ people get trampled alive caught in a stampede of inhumanity.

Maybe i am cynical (i can just hear what some readers and saying right now, ‘maybe?!’) but i think that God has created the earth for all of us (Humans, plants, animals) to enjoy it all. He gives and takes away. He even sets the boundaries (Acts 17:26) and for everything there is a ‘season’ (Ecclesiastes 3).

He allows, (tolerates for a time Romans 1:18-32) even greedy people who can not get enough land. Even evil leaders, horrible, terrible Ivans with capital “I”s who have wars, MAKE war just because something drives them from deep down inside to conquer more and more stuff, people, places, things.

           For many people, the war is with their very own nature (Romans 7 …especially verse 14-25). Other wars we make are civil (within our own walls) -some are even domestic (literally in homes around ‘suburbUNITED’ states america).  Then, there are occasional wars with other countries (beyond our own borders).

War is hell on earth for sure

Even when war is necessary the casualties and post traumatic effects are always just a reminder that we are a hostel  people and live in a..a… a hostile environment.

I see serpents in this here play ground.

There are even wolves that are wearing suits, ties, priest collars, habits and military uniforms  that make them look as civil, calm, & “meek as a sheep” but once their true nature is revealed it is almost too late to run for our lives because we have already become allies with them, joined ranks, ate meals with them and we are connected in a ‘point of no return‘.

         So now, anyone who hates them also hate us.

I’ve personally met, and so have you, some men and women who were not only teenageers but who fought in wars that involved so many nations they were called world wars.

Have we forgotten the war against the ways of world because we’ve pledged allegiance to a ‘country’ who appeared to be serving God but ultimately shows it’s true colors of actually being a united state of self serving individual gods?

I hear a lot of  complaining about the mini god who holds the presidency over the rest of us. I see  many who obsess themselves with talking, tweeting and watching anything that has to do with him, all the while considering and pondering less and less the one who made him too.

“Focusing on the container more than the sustainer”

          Picture with me, little tommy bailey in elementary school (Jacksonville FL), a huge smile on my face -from ear to ear (i’m still trying to grow into it), dressed like uncle sam for this “holiday hill elementary school” class assembly and ‘way off broadway’ production, singing at the top of my lil’ pink lungs,

“This land is your land, this land is my land ! ! ! !

From california the the new yeak islands…la la la la laaa  to the newyork islands …la mumble lala laaa urine ME!!!!!”

Oh, how we use to fight on the playground and play king of the mountain. But here we are gathered together in front of the parents who for some reason didn’t work that day or decided that staying home to take of their kids was the most rewarding and important job on the planet earth.

Here we are joining,  no wait, uniting our high pitched, tone deaf undeveloped voices in merriment! 🙂 Picture us?  Now picture some of those same lil’ kids, especially ones that look like me Tom 1st drumset , at church (Jacksonville Citadel). We’d play king of the mountain on this low brick wall (maybe a foot and 1/2 up and idk how many feet long). We would stand on, shove others off and no one really got hurt, all fun and games and yet engaged in a mini war that we played and got a real kick out of; until Mrs. Johnson would yell at us. That was why i attended church, other than being drug there by my parents i knew there would be some camaraderie with people my age and we’d play fight , horse around and that was what really drove me to church.

As kids, most of us got it, friendly competition, when we were not laying under a bumper pool table playing with the billiard balls we were interacting with others our age. In our own little world, our own lil’ kingdom that was really not lil’ at all, it was massive in our own little minds, we were legends in our own minds it even for a few seconds at a time while the adults were calculating how to raise money for a new building and community center we were playing in the trees on the property that would eventually have most of the trees tore down and cleared to put up a tent to hold evangelistic meetings one saturday in June after the new building is built and only 5 years old.

What we (John John Bennet, Jimmy Morrow) possessed and what possessed us was innocent, healthy, good clean fun until one kid (and it would only take one) would take it too serious and shove too hard because rather than realize that wall we stood up on was “ours” , not one individual kid’s, it was all of ourJaclsonville USOs, we lived on it. We pictured it as a fortress to  be defended. It had 1,000 rooms and was big enough for all of us but at a certain point there was this all powerful dangerous dragon (Rick Bennet -John John’s bigger brother) ,  trying to kill us and burn down our castle (a simple 2 high wall in front of a church in reality). Whoever was on the wall HAD to defend it and push off, away and down anything that tried to get into it’s walls. No one explained the rules and how to play. IT was us vs. them and “them” was anybody smaller than we were. In other words, we shared it, both the fighting to defend it and the come,  “on up and help us defend it”. As a child, in our heads everything was as it should be because in a way we were our own ‘Lord of the land!’ Maybe in some way we understand better then than we do now that God was truly sovereign and we accepted things much easier saying, what has become an all too familiar phase nowadays,

“It is what it is.”

Accepting  there there was something bigger and better than everything we know, see and experience around us.

Joshua 1:3-5 ((((((((((click here))))))))))) God told Josh, “i’m giving you every square inch of land you can get your foot on.

Imagine (picture) greedy people playing a game of “Twister” on a huge map trying to put their “LEFT FOOT ON GREEN!” (North Carolina), “RIGHT FOOT BLUE!” (The atlantic or pacific ocean, which ever is truly bigger) And those same ‘players’ using their free hands to punch and defend with brute ‘strike force’ making fists and exhausting every extreme offensive behavior to claim everything in between the green and blue dots. Hear them kicking, screaming and crying out,

“This is ALLLLL mine in between here and here! Get off!!! Get OUT!!!! Back off!!! You are not welcome here!!!! I’m sorry if your country sucks the political tyranny and dirt of a few selfish leaders but there is no room for you HERE!!!!!!

No that is not a selfish statement in and of itself, or is it?

I hear,

“It is their problem their leaders don’t know how to run their  country and not meet their needs but that’s not our job to make them feel at home here, this is our country and we are the best county in the world. We are so rich and blessed and that is because of us and how we do things. (Then in the same breath) Why can’t our president run things better, blah blah blah bigotty bick  bick bick….”

THEY SAY, ‘GOD BLESS AMERICA?’   I SAY, ‘AMERICA, BLESS GOD!’

And to those people i whisper,

“Please remember , you are not Moses, you are not Joshua,…you are not God”

Pressing on in Him,

just a friendly reminder in The Name of THE Lord Jesus Christ,

~”beetle”

FREE FLORIDA ORANGE JUICE! (Only eat the oranges on the trees)

A guy drove by this orange tree farm everyday on his way from work and he kept himself amused by watching the progression of the orange trees slowly growing to maturity, blooming flowers then producing oranges.

He was also amazed at how they picked the oranges and loaded hugh trucks to ship them all around the world. One day, after the trees were harvest he noticed so many oranges on the ground. He read out loud to himself the words he saw on these 2 big sign,

“Don’t eat the oranges on the ground!”

Another sign said,

“Only eat oranges on the trees!”

He thought to himself…Alone int the car for the next 20 min. drive to work he became more and more obsessed with the arguments going on in his own head. He began with thinking…

“What a waist! Man those workers didn’t do a very good job picking all the oranges and look at all those on the ground.

The don’t know how to run a business!  There are starving people and here this orange corporation is leaving oranges on the ground!!

What would it take, just a few minutes? Just pick up each one as they fall to the ground, just throw those in the truck. It’s modern times, if they used more people and less machines in this day and age there wouldn’t be that kind of waist!!!

Heck, that won’t be that bad of a job. How simple can you get?! Just make sure to get all of them. I wonder if you took every orange off the ground and added that up and sold them at the rate, what is it by the pound, right there is probably another $1,000!!! Oh yeah, i bet a Thousand dollars, easy ! ! !

 Then they could pay their hard working farmers more. I bet that is back breaking work, but nice to be outside and not have a boss. I’d do that!!! Get out in the sun and have one simple task, how hard can it be?

I bet some guy is in a nice air conditioned office right now not realizing the money they are losing but he’s probably mad, like, “why aren’t you pickers picking more oranges , you… orange pickers!”  Hee Hee

A smile cracked on his face as he picture some big guy sitting behind a desk while on speaker phone smoking a big cigar, wearing a suit jacket that is too small for his obsessed body…

“fat guy in alil’ coat!”

sing songed through him mind and he smiled again. His thoughts continued to run in delight.

Boss man’s like…

The driver puffed his body up and said outloud in a deep arrogant ‘boss-like’ voice,

“I’m coming down harder and harder on our orange pickers here and we are getting ready to lay the lazy ones off and hire some that aren’t afraid to get their hands dirty.”

He then blurted out, “YOU FIRED ! ! !” as he  realized the cars passing by probably wondered who he was talking to. “Blue tooth, Blue tooth people! ! Yep, the ol’ Blue tooth is my rational people!”

He continued on with the boss man voice, “We are pushing to meet the quote you’ve requested! Push, push push, it is all push push push!!!”

He thought to himself again, “bet they wonder why they are not making more. Not making enough money. Is it ever enough?  “Got to buy one of them their new tractors, ‘trackers’ !”  He said out loud to nobody in the car with him. He continued with his best ridiculous hillbilly accept,”I read about that on that there wicka pig ya’ll web site! Hee Hee, yee haw! wikipedia, wicked pig ya’ll!!” He thought how funny that was and wanted to tell Bill at work what he came up with.  

His thoughts ran on, probably blames the workers for not doing a good job. I wonder how long it takes. i know that truck probably saves time and money, one shakes the tree the other just used for loading probably. But, nothing beats a human being making sure they get them all. Even with the machine that shakes the day lights out of the tree to get the ripe fruit to fall off ya need someone on the ground to pick some up. I’m sure of it! Hmmm, How much are the payments on a orange tree shaking truck or machine thing??? I wonder how much it cost tp pay someone to hand pick it. What does the person picking make compared to the person picking the person picking.

He paused from his ongoing amusement to smile and even let out a laugh.

“Hee Heee, that is clever, let me say it again, how much does… the person picking make compared to… the person picking the picking person? The person picking the person who is going to be doing the picking. Yeah, The Picking Person.  Say that longer phrase 3 times fast. “Hee hee, haw, Yee Haa! Yee HAUW!” He belted out loud while in traffic now.

I wouldn’t mind pickin’ those fruit, but I’d want good pay! You’d have to pay me good and give me benefits!  AND I  wouldn’t leave so many on the ground!!!

I should go there after hours and take the ones off the ground, i mean if they are just going to throw them away it would be better to take them, do the job they didn’t do well, and make some money!!! Heeeeck  I would sell the ones they left on the ground and make some serious money, I could probably quit my job or at least make some extra money. “Hmph!” He pushed out verbally followed by ” shooot!”

HE paused in thought again then reiterated the signs he read earlier,

“Don’t eat the oranges on the ground”

And the other sign said, what did it say,

“Only eat oranges on the trees?!?!?”

They probably put that sign there because they don’t want anyone else to make money off of their oranges but if they would just do THEIR job those oranges wouldn’t just sit in the dirt and rot!!!


 

Upon arriving at work while sitting the in break room over coffee the topic came up about the orange fields and all the waist of the oranges on the ground and the nerve of them to put a sign up.

The driver shared with his coworker this same earlier thought, “They probably put that sign there because they don’t want anyone else to make money off of their oranges; but if they would just do THEIR job  (his voice increased in volume and intensity) those oranges wouldn’t just sit in the dirt and rot.” Bill, the co-worker said,

“Oh, no that is not it at all!”

He continued, “my uncle Phil  use to work for them and he said they warn people not to eat the ones on the ground cause those are the ones the farmers rejected and the machine rejected. They have a sensor on the machine that can tell. The ones on the ground are the ones dropped on purpose by the machine or the pickers.” Bill crinkled up his nose,

“Them ones on the ground are cracked and have bugs in them!”

This made the driver and everyone in the room over hearing crinkle their noses too. Bill lowered his voice and leaned in to say, “and if there is not bugs in them yet…” He got got even softer, “there will be because once an oranges skin is broken or gets even a tiny hole in it it is at risk of letting even microscopic germs, even some little itsy bugs in there and then…” He was at an extreme whisper now “the bugs… they  lay their eggs…” Bill smiled and winked at his co-worker.

“and agh, let’s talk about the weather or sports or somthi’!”

The drive thought to himself again, no longer even hearing what subject Bill went on to; something about, “how bout them’ buc’s?” The driver wondered if that guy’s Uncle Phil found out the hard way about the fruit on the ground. Had he eaten it and got sick? Had he ignored the signs saying

“Don’t eat the oranges on the ground.”

And the other sign that read,

“Only eat oranges on the trees!!!”

Then he thought, ‘what do they know, rules are made to be broken.’ His mind pondered that,”that rule was there not to be broken. It was there to prevent others from eating what they shouldn’t. It was there to keep them from getting sick.” How many people didn’t know the reason why or didn’t read the sign or had an Uncle Phil experience or a Bill to explain this a little further?

How many people just ignore that hugh sign on the side of the highway, pass by it it every day but if it doesn’t seem to apply to them they file it in the ‘idk’ or ‘i.d. give a hoot section’ of their memory warehouse. They just ‘swipe left!’ and move one???

His thoughts wrapped up quickly as he tried to finish his coffee to clock back in from break time with, I guess if they are not interested in fruit it wouldn’t even cross their mind.


 

Need i explain this parable?

Special note: i am seeing lots of fruit. i’ve even tasting some of it. Others have shared their fruit with me. Some of it looks so good on the outside, no crack in the skin, no visible holes,  but very bitter to the taste!

There maybe no bugs or (don’t make me say it, bug eggs). But some reason the fruit is just so bitter to the taste, my dad told me it has something to do with the soil (Matt 13  and go to: short video ).

I’m going to just focus on my own orange grove and producing the best fruit i can produce. I may plant some seeds but i can no longer  worry about the other farmers, their trees and they how good or bad their  fruit tastes. After all, the same creator is growing the trees, each farmer has his own land and own soil. They will have to learn from HIM how to:

  • Till the soil
  • Get the rocks out
  • Weed the garden.
  • Accept (take) the pruning
  • Work with nature
  • Relying on the rainmaker
  • And enjoy the sunbeams.

 

If you have no clue what i am talking about, metaphorically, let’s talk.

If you could care less, we don’t need to talk and i understand if you want to avoid me.

If you know and understand what i am talking about here you already care and have better than 20/20 vision and a green thrum rather than a sore thumb (black and blue).

Keep farming.

Farming along,

“Beetle”

THE END…or is it?

:::for those still on the stage (all the world’s a stage):::

:::for those who are backstage now:::

:::here is your pass:::

:::HEre is your sign….

Thank you for stepping into the mind of a person driving to work with me. Let me ask you, “Who is driving you?” Maybe you are driving yourself with no help from anything or anyone.. How is that working out for you? If you are honestly ‘doing just fine’, keep it up.  If you need a little more help or encouragement for some reason right not go to: “Getting Past The Maze”

I hope this helps.

It helped me

For those who hear better through music, this song is for you;

May add more in comment section

Carry On MY Wayward Son

Special note: in the above video, Kerry Livgren, the original lyricist for the song makes an appearance. Kerry was the lead guitarist for the band Kansas. He also wrote the lyrics to many of their songs. Although always on a spiritual journey, looking for more in life, it wasn’t until he was on tour and frustrated with this spiritual search. He describes his frustrations  in his biography (Seeds Of Change -i may put link here) and said that one night while in his motel room he called out and basically said,

“God, whoever,  whatever, you are, help me and let me know your there.” 

That is all it took, inviting God in and accepting an invitation God has been giving since the creation of mankind and still gives today.

God got a hold of Kerry. Kerry searched all different paths, gave several religions a try, however it wasn’t until he developed a relationship with the creator of the universe that he began to change from the inside out.

Without giving away the awesome details he mentions in his book, “Seeds Of Change” (audio album), God began to reveal Himself to Kerry Livgren, step by step, slowly but surely.

If He hasn’t yet, may you allow Him to do the same thing for you.

THE END…of is it?

:::for those still in the Theater or still on the stage:::

:::Let the music play on:::

   …Play above music while reading on…..   
     Every time you cross my mind, I break out in exclamations of thanks to God.
         Each exclamation is a trigger to prayer. I find myself praying for you with a glad heart.
I am so pleased that you have continued on in this with us, believing and proclaiming God’s Message, from the day you heard it right up to the present.
        There has never been the slightest doubt in my mind that the God who started this great work in you would keep at it and bring it to a flourishing finish on the very day Christ Jesus appears.
          It’s not at all fanciful for me to think this way about you. My prayers and hopes have deep roots in reality. You have, after all, stuck with me all the way from the time I was thrown in jail, put on trial, and came out of it in one piece. All along you have experienced with me the most generous help from God.
        He knows how much I love and miss you these days. Sometimes I think I feel as strongly about you as Christ does!
         
          So this is my prayer: that your love will flourish and that you will not only love much but well. Learn to love appropriately. You need to use your head and test your feelings  so that your love is sincere and intelligent, not sentimental gush. Live a lover’s life, circumspect and exemplary, a life Jesus will be proud of:  bountiful in fruits from the soul, making Jesus Christ attractive to all, getting everyone involved in the glory and praise of God.     ~Philippians 1:3-11
Enough said.
Paul wrote that from a prison cell to his friends.
I share it here, free from my cell of self-righteousness and sin,
hang ups that weighed me down for so long.
I still have some limitations. MY earth suit is physically malfunctioning and you will notice an occasional plank in my eye that sheds tiny splinters that may affect those closest to me.

For this i am truly sorry


but may what i share ,

even where and


   if   when i fall short, may that inspire you, others, anyone to grow some ballistic courage and may Jesus Christ shine even in my

pain, shortcomings  and weakness.
After all, we are all just
dust in the wind.
“Because of my chains, most of the brothers in the Lord have been encouraged to speak the word of God more courageously and fearlessly.
and that most of the brethren, trusting in the Lord because of my imprisonment, have far more courage to speak the word of God without fear.
Not only that, but most of the Christians here have become far more sure of themselves in the faith than ever, speaking out fearlessly about God, about the Messiah.  ~Philippian 1:14
Click here and let where that takes “you click with all you already know”.

HIS mode of transportation/instrument,

~”beetle”

For music Kerry did after he got saved and was able to get out of his contract with the band “Kansas” see comment section below.

Earth Suits

What is YOUR main gig? What is your side job?

There was a story of a guy who was puzzled that this old book store was still open, there were no cars in the lot. He asked the guy who was busy stocking the shelves with the latest novel by Kyri C. Bailey, “I didn’t think you were open! I saw no cars in the lot. Where is your car?” The employee said with a laugh, “oh yeah i only work down here, i live upstairs, above the store.”

Realizing i only work down here and i live upstairs (Heaven is my home, Kingdom life here is my temporary dwelling place) i am striving to stay heavenly minded and humble enough to be of some earthly use.

~Tom “Beetle” Bailey (written while wearing my earth suit and trying to adjust the suit for a better fit. Driving my sometimes unidentified flying object, my main mode of transportation.)

THE END…or is it?

::::::::::::::for those still in the Theater or still on the stage:::::::::::::

::::::::::::::Don’t Stop The Music::::::::::

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Not playing a game, “praying” in a war.

Jesus in you will win every battle, he has already won the war.

Romans 8

That is all.

Enough said.

:::THE END:::

:::::FOR THOSE STILL IN THE THEATER or STILL ON THE STAGE FOR SOME :::::::REASON::::::

Maybe it is just a sick curiosity,

maybe you’re boarded or

you just need more than that short video and Romans 8.

Go to: my Son’s short post, “Marching As To War”

and/or

This Means War

Invisible War !  (an audio by Chip Ingram )

cue music

and fight the good fight

LYRICS

Burn it down! I see the dawning of a movement of the kids who won’t concede to a culture of deception; and a spark is all we need. I see the dawning of a movement of the kids who won’t concede to a culture of deception. And a spark is all we need to see a revolution in a culture that’s living a lie. Still, this is our generation, and still, we will not watch it die. Out in the streets we run, with the fire of conviction, and we let it shine. We burn every structure down, that stands for our destruction. Liberate your mind! And we will always believe: They can see our banner waving high, so let your fire burn tonight. And while the city sleeps, in the empty streets, there’s a flame lighting up the sky!
There is a system designed to destroy us. We’ll send it back to hell! I’ll watch it burn to the ground. (Burn it down) I’ll watch it burn to the ground; and freedom will rise from the ashes.
Burn it down! I see the dawning of a movement of the kids who won’t concede to a culture of deception; and a spark is all we need. I see the dawning of a movement of the kids who won’t concede to a culture of deception. And a spark is all we need to see a revolution in a culture that’s living a lie. Still, this is our generation, and still, we will not watch it die. And we will always believe: They can see our banner waving high, so let Your fire burn tonight. And while the city sleeps, in the empty streets, there’s a flame lighting up the sky! They can see our banner waving high, so let Your fire burn tonight. And while the city sleeps, in the empty streets, there’s a flame we see burning bright!