Anyone else tired of watching the world go down hill?

I wish I knew what to do about it. I can post all day long about why it’s wrong, but God’s already done that. It’s called a conscience. So if man is able to ignore God, surely they are able to ignore me.

I know that in the end days evil will abound. But where is the Holy Spirit? Isn’t that supposed to be overflowing as well?

Perhaps I know why it hasn’t been overflowing in my life. Or this country. In my video, The Passion Promise, Paris Reidhead is quoted saying “…are you using God as an end or a means?” I, for one, have been using Him as a means to my own end. I’ve been so distant from Him, because He hasn’t been anything more to me than a way to fix my life or this country. Maybe a little more. But not enough.

Even writing this out, I noticed that I called the Holy Spirit an it. I don’t think He likes that.
I’ve even started to write sermons based upon what I think the people need, and not what God wants.

There are so many people in this world, myself included, who are capable of declaring war on sin, evil, and the flesh. But instead of using the immense power given to us by God we raise our white flags almost proudly declaring peace with a world that hates Christ. Not for God’s sake, obviously, but for our own selfish desires and ambition.

Who are we that we should even consider our own fate when there are thousands of souls, within and without the church, over whom the Lord weeps?  They will spend an eternity in Hell because I wont spend a minute in surrender sharing the gospel. Shame on me. I deserve a fate worse than theirs.

Who are we that we think we have the right to a comfortable life? We rub the name of Jesus Christ in the mud. He denied comfort and chose instead the most gruesome way to die after living a most humble lifestyle. There are 159,000 Christian slain every year, and I distance myself from them.

Who are we to call ourselves Christians? We use the word so flippantly. I don’t have the right to the word any more than I could call myself a U.S. Marine.

Perhaps nobody does. At least I see that now.

-Cullen Webb
Soldier in Training

In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall covered with small index card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endless in either direction, had very different headings.

As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read “Brian Moore.” I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one.

And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was. This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn’t match. A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching.

A file named “Friends” was next to one marked “Friends I have betrayed.” The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird. “Books I Have Read,” “Lies I Have Told,” “Comfort I have Given,” “Jokes I Have Laughed at.” Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: “Things I’ve yelled at my brothers.” Others I couldn’t laugh at: “Things I Have Done in My Anger,” “Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents.”

I never ceased to be surprised by the contents. Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. Could it be possible that I had the time in my years to write each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature.

When I pulled out the file marked “Songs I have listened to,” I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn’t found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of music but more by the vast time I knew that file represented.

When I came to a file marked “Lustful Thoughts,” I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size, and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content. I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded. An almost animal rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: “No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!”

In insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn’t matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it. Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh.

And then I saw it. The title bore “People I Have Shared the Gospel With.” The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand. And then the tears came. I began to weep.

Sobs so deep that they hurt. They started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key. But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him. No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn’t bear to watch His response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own. He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes. Why did He have to read every one? Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn’t anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again.

He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn’t say a word. He just cried with me. Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card. “No!” I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say was “No, no, ” as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn’t be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so alive. The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood.

He gently took the card back. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards.

I don’t think I’ll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side. He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, “It is finished.” I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. There were still cards to be written.

-Written by Joshua Harris, 1995

You need to watch this. It’s short, but sharp. With a little bit of humor thrown in.

-Cullen Webb

Okay, my last post wasn’t very clear. I’m gonna have to re-write it just as soon as it isn’t 11:00 at night.

I guess it’s a lot easier to write about something you dislike or hate than it is to write about something you do like. It’s like explaining why you hate vanilla ice-cream compared to explaining why you like Blue Moon ice-cream.

And I still haven’t responded to Albert yet. Sorry dude. The 11:00 thing is keeping me from that right now.

My family is leaving at 7:00 in the morning to go work on our new home. Our house sold a few weeks ago, and we’ve been busy getting the place at our grandmas ready to move in. So a bunch of guys from the youth-group will be getting up at an un-natural time to help us out.

I’m sure you don’t want to hear a bunch of random nonsense from a random guy who lives a random life.
So here is a video that I found refreshing.

God bless, and please forgive my grumpiness,
Cullen Webb

I mean no disrespect to the Catholics who may end up reading this. But I simply cannot take your tradition seriously. I have examined scripture, and have found them to be both pointless and contradictory to the teachings of Jesus Christ.

For example, your near divination of Mary

Take a look at this verse in which Jesus rebukes a woman who praised Mary:

Luke 11:27-28
“And it came to pass, as he spake these things, a certain woman of the company lifted up her voice, and said unto him, Blessed [is] the womb that bare thee, and the paps which thou hast sucked. But he said, Yea rather, blessed [are] they that hear the word of God, and keep it.“

Obviously Christ did not see any need to praise his Mother more than any other.

Sainthood

From what I understand, you must perform various miracles and be dead, among other things, to be considered a Saint among the Catholics.

Let us look at another scripture verse regarding Sainthood:

1 Corinthians 1:2
“Unto the church of God which is at Corinth, to them that are sanctified in Christ Jesus, called [to be] saints, with all that in every place call upon the name of Jesus Christ our Lord, both theirs and ours:”

They’re not dead and there are no miracles to speak of. Why are they regarded as Saints? Because they are sanctified in Jesus Christ.

If that’s not enough for you, here’s another one.

Ephesians 2:19
“Now therefore ye are no more strangers and foreigners, but fellowcitizens with the saints, and of the household of God;”

Ephesians has another troubling opposition to Catholics.

Jesus Christ is the mediator

I quoted Ephesians 2:19, but lets step back a little bit and read what else it has to offer:

Ephesians 2:18
“For through him we both have access by one Spirit unto the Father.”

Stop praying to the Saints! Jesus Christ is the only mediator between us and God. Don’t you remember when Saul tried to speak to the prophet Samuel after he had passed away? Was he not rebuked and met with a demon?

Confession

Ephesians 2:8
“For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: [it is] the gift of God: Not of works, lest any man should boast.“

Catholics have tried to earn their salvation in a number of ways, including “hail Marys.” Salvation is not for your to earn, but for God to give. Only through his Son Jesus Christ can you be saved.

And no, you are not supposed to confess to a Priest. Look throughout scripture, you will find that the man of God convicts the sinner, and the sinner repents to God.

David for example. He did no apologize to the Prophet who revealed the sin in his life, but rather he fell before God almighty and begged forgiveness.

Here is an account of a dedicated Catholic during confession:

“He told me I was absolved of my sins, and to go in peace.

I stared at him for a moment. “That’s it? Don’t I have to say Hail Marys? Our Fathers? The Creed? The Rosary? Anything?”

He laughed at me and told me to go do a good deed or something.”

The Priest told Her to “do a good deed or something.” How can I take that seriously? How can they argue that as scriptural? The rest of the story can be read here: http://caity.nu/musings/he-laughed-at-my-sins

There are too many holes and contradiction in Catholicism for me to offer any respect.

A few days ago I had an experience so common that most of you have had it happen at least once. I opened my door to find 2 well dressed individuals with a pamphlet they wanted me to read. They were Jehovah’s Witnesses.

I want to take a look at their pamphlet and their most notorious doctrines, and compare them with scripture.

#1 – The divinity of Jesus Christ

This is the doctrine they are most known for. They believe that Jesus Christ is not in any way of divine origin. In fact, they believe that he is Michael the Arch Angel.

They teach that in the beginning, he ruled from Heaven as Michael. Later he was born of a virgin, fully and 100% man. He was not the Christ until after his baptism.

After his death, God destroyed his body and recreated him as Michael. Now fully angel, he will never be seen visibly on earth again. In fact, only 140,000 faithful Jehovah’s Witnesses will ever see him again. The rest will be ruled over by the 140,000.

The primary defense for his mortality, is that we are all “Children of God,” and therefore he was no different than we are.

However, we must look at some scripture.

John 1:14
“And the Word was made flesh, and dwelt among us, (and we beheld his glory, the glory as of the only begotten of the Father,) full of grace and truth.”

Jesus Christ is again referred to as the ONLY begotten of the Father in verse 18:

“No man hath seen God at any time; the only begotten Son, which is in the bosom of the Father, he hath declared [him].”

There we have a very clear description of Jesus Christ. It says he is of the bosom of the Father. This is a big thing when compared to our place in existence.

We must also realize that if Jesus Christ was indeed fully man, it would have been impossible for him to remain sinless. For we are all sinful by nature.

Genesis 8:21
“…for the imagination of man’s heart [is] evil from his youth…”

#2 – The Age of the Earth / Judgment “day”

Something that truly disturbed me was the irreverence for scripture. While reading their pamphlet I saw several references to the idea that scripture is inaccurate if we believe the time line literally. The day-age theory is deeply rooted in their teachings.

For example, it took many thousands of years for God to create the earth. And Judgment day is really thousands of years long.

Let us look at one of my favorite scripture verses:

Proverbs 30:6
“Add thou not unto his words, lest he reprove thee, and thou be found a liar.”

Ouch. I don’t think God likes it when we accuse him of being incapable of telling time, or preserving his word.

#3 – The Cross

It is a well enforced belief that Jesus Christ did not die on a cross. But rather a pole. If fact, the cross is seen as a symbol worshiped by us “pagans.”

I cannot help but wonder, “who cares?” It has nothing to do with the wood that he hung on, or the metal that pierced him. It has everything to do with his blood.

I do not understand how people can serve a religion or cult that is so scriptural illiterate as this, yet consider themselves followers of Jesus Christ.

Thank you for reading. Be sure to add any of your thoughts in the comment section.

-Cullen Webb

Here it is. The new video.

Dispite its name, there are no prophets speaking in it like ”The Passion Promise.” The prophecy is that of Jesus Christ, fullfilled 2,000 years ago.

He is more than the reason of the season. He is the reason for everything and for always.

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Thank you for your support everybody.

Prayers,
                 Cullen Webb

What. The. Heck.
I read the following on a church website:

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Jesus saved us, not through his death, but through his life. He overcame evil and restored a sense of balance in the world, leaving us in freedom to choose good or evil. He taught us how we should live our lives; in fact he showed us how to do it. It is only by so doing that we can be truly happy. When we die, we continue to make these choices, which determines whether we live in heaven loving God and doing his will, or turn away from him to hell. Jesus set the stage so that we are free to choose. We must do our part to choose good, which will draw us closer to the Divine. This is how Jesus saves.

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I highlighted the special parts.

Not a word of repentance. Not a word of Righteousness. Not a single word from scripture. How dare they.

To say that we are saved by Christ’s life, not his death, is pure ignorance. Pure Blasphemy.
To say God does not send sinners to Hell, is equally so.

Christ was the Lamb SENT to be slain. He came die, not live.

There seams to be a huge misconception about Hell. Let me tell you something:
Heaven is heaven because God is there.
Hell is hell because God is there.

People think Hell is total absence of God, when in reality, it is a place for him to literaly torment for all eternity. Satan is not in control, and the fire comes straight from God almighty.

I may sound like a religious fruit cake. but I wouldn’t have it any other way. Show me a single scripture verse about Gods love, and I will show you ten about his wrath. Jesus Christ spoke more about hell than he did about heaven.

He that believeth on the Son hath everlasting life: and he that believeth not the Son shall not see life; but the wrath of God abideth on him.
(John 3:36)

See it for yourself:
http://www.newchurch.org/beliefs/articles/how-does-jesus-really-save.html?gclid=CJiBzIOAmJwCFQMNDQoduzy2fA

Contact the church, let them know what you think. But please be respectful.
This website is the perfect picture of the apostasy.

-Cullen

Sent out via www.RevivalSchool.com newsletter.

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More GREAT QUOTES from LEONARD RAVENHILL
“Today’s church wants to be raptured from responsibility.”

“Testimonies are wonderful. But, so often our lives don’t fit our
testimonies.”

[Concerning one of the new "movements" in the church that was
causing a stir among Christians:] “There’s also a stir when the
circus comes to town.”

“My main ambition in life is to be on the Devil’s most wanted list.”

“You can’t develop character by reading books. You develop it
from conflict.”

“When there’s something in the Bible that churches don’t like,
they call it: legalism.’”

“Our seminaries today are turning out dead men.”

“How can you pull down strongholds of Satan if you don’t even
have the strength to turn off your TV?”

“Everyone recognizes that Stephen was Spirit-filled when he was
performing wonders. Yet, he was just as Spirit-filled when he was
being stoned to death.”

“If a Christian is not having tribulation in the world, there’s
something wrong!”

[Concerning the fixation that today's church has with numbers,
with growth at any price:] “The church has paid a terrible price for
statistics!”

“You can have all of your doctrines right, yet still not have the
presence of God.”

“Many pastors criticize me for taking the Gospel so seriously. But
do they really think that on Judgment Day, Christ will chastise me,
saying, ‘Leonard, you took Me too seriously?”

“If Jesus had preached the same message that ministers preach
today, He would never have been crucified.”

“If the whole church goes off into deception, that will in no way
excuse us for not following Christ.”

We try organizing – we should try agonizing.

If a man will stand before God he will never kneel before men.

‘”I have nothing and possess all things.”… The church today has
everything yet possesses nothing.’

Do you consider yourself to be a christian?

If yes, do you think of yourself as saved? If so, from what?
The only answer I have ever gotten to this question has been “I’m saved from hell.”
Jesus Christ, did not lay his life down so we wouldn’t go to hell. That is not why he came. If that were the case, all he did was spare a few lambs from being sacrificed.

To explain myself, I want to ask you a few more questions.

1. Are you saved from lust?
2. Are you saved from bitterness?
3. Are you saved from dishonesty?
4. Are you saved from anger?
5. Are you saved from pride?
6. Are you saved from rebellion against your parants?

If you are not saved from these, you are not saved from hell.
Christ came to FREE us from our sins. Not to get us to heaven despite them.

Make sense?