New Years Holiday is Pagan

Analyze each holiday, question what you do and why you do it, and ask yourself, "Is this of God?"

BE AWARE (Pagan Holidays) New Year

Are You One of US?

Evil said, "You act like one of us."
Why put up a fuss?
Exposed to witchcraft under a holy steeple
acting wild like the other people.

Came out a bit strange,
your spirit has been rearranged.
Walking on both sides,
you took a ride.
Opened yourself up to many things,
stood before others in various rings.

Didn't realize the work you had done
was really for Satan's fun.
You didn't know he too had a son.

Oh, your religion told you some things,
but it didn't share the evil that it sings.

Between the lines of text
stories appear to be complex.
But truth is everlasting,
a survivor of selfish masting.

For there are a few chosen
among the dozen
who walk an enlightened path,
but will end up under God's wrath.

You see they pledged for shortcuts,
but found themselves in numerous ruts.

Help came running when acts were cunning.

Around the world there are many copycats,
seeking to be a part of noted rat packs.

Wearing crosses at the pulpit,
commanding others to just sit.

For father knows best,
until he is put to the test.

Taking orders from dark ones,
a church he doesn't truly run.

A God who has long left,
replaced by a spirit who sits in a cleft.

Violated in the most private places,
the spirit rests on many faces.

They say they serve an awesome God,
but they have really chosen Satan's rod.

Prophecy to the nation
who seeks  messages of elation,
but none are given
to the dead that are livin.'

Lost you are,
spiritually far.
Draw near my dear
respect the Lord's words and do not fear.
For terror comes to the church door,
to restore hearts once more,
but trouble comes again
from a dark man
who has taken many oaths,
protected and betrothed.

There comes to you this day
an embracing of a new truth
begin to act like a sleuth.

Turn the TV off  when lies
attempt to get you to compromise.

Be a new creature worth keeping,
instead of one who's always sleeping.

For now is the time,
don't ignore this rhyme.
Rather look ahead,
get out of your bed.

Nicholl McGuire is the author of Spiritual Poems by Nicholl on Blurb.com

Thou Shall Not Serve Any Other Gods...But I Don't?

We say we don't serve any other gods, but the truth is, we do!  We claim that we love the Lord and he is our only God, but when you look at the sheer number of believers celebrating pagan holidays, you have to question what exactly do you mean you don't serve other gods.  The truth is, you do in some form or another and the one true God of the Bible is calling all of us to separate ourselves from centuries of traditions.  Study more about the origins of your practices, starting here:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wheel_of_the_Year

Christmas http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t08r4aMuOUE&list=UUZCQmUBtjxKSdMJWyjNCeVg&index=8

The true meaning of Christ-Mass and Merry Christmas http://www.lasttrumpetministries.org/tracts/tract4.html

Halloween http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AxjXxz9GZFQ&list=UUZCQmUBtjxKSdMJWyjNCeVg&index=7

Easter http://www.lasttrumpetministries.org/tracts/tract1.html

Valentine's Day http://www.lasttrumpetministries.org/tracts/tract6.html

You Didn't Want Dolls - a poem by Nicholl McGuire

This poem is a combination of contrast and rhyming poetry. The speaker is a frustrated Christian mother who shares her upset with a father of children who doesn't hide the fact that he doesn't want them. Toward the end of the poem, she warns witnesses. Enjoy!

Don’t be mad dad, when I’m bossy, overbearing, and overwhelmed when it comes to the children.

Society created me to be just what I am.

Playing with dolls during childhood, conditioned to be a mother.

Protective was I, my dolls were cared for.

Washed them, dressed them, carried them, fed them—It was I who loved them!

Told friends how to care for my dolls, talk to my dolls and play with my dolls.

If they didn’t treat them well, there was a price to pay – I cried, I fought about my dolls!

When I needed something for my dolls, I talked and talked until someone heard my pleas.

My dolls, they were there when no one wasn’t!  They needed me, like I needed them.

So don’t be mad dad,

if I fight you in court, I have good reason.

if I expect the children to behave, I have good reason.

if I need you to help, I have good reason.

if I want your help, I’ll ask.

You weren’t there when I played with my dolls.

Society put you in a truck, a car, a van, or a motorcycle when you were a child made you think you were a super hero.

You didn’t think about dolls.

Didn’t want dolls.

Couldn’t care less about dolls.

So please forgive me when I don’t step aside, don’t listen to you or don’t even want to play with you when it comes to our dolls!

Remember, you didn’t like dolls.

Dolls were not your friends.

Dolls you kicked aside, compassion you would not let in.

Dolls made noise, dolls weren’t for little boys.

You ran from pink, liked to play with stuff that stink.

You thought you had it all, as long as you had a ball.

But then you grew up and became a man.

Even though in the past, you ran.

Now you realize what to do, there are duties that come when you pursue.

Little girls become women, not just something to swim in.

So now you raise up concerns,

with unforgiveness in your heart, you yearn,

words and looks you use to burn,

your family.

Heed this warning, you who sit and watch my fit!

These are no longer the days of dolls, you have to watch real close lest you fall.

For seasons come and seasons go,

it's not about a holy show.

You don’t act like a God-sent family is nothing more than an anomaly.

Nor, do you compare what you have with others,

then talk about your own with the brothers.

For God sees all and many a man takes one long fall.

Watch their women go away with others,

While they sleep alone under-covers.

Dolls, dolls, dolls.

We see them in malls.

Crying out for dads,

while wearing clothing fads.

Crying out for moms,

like David with God in Psalms.

This is how we grow, this is how we show,

the truth about our ugly side,

between verses that don’t hide!

So look before you leap,

if you don’t want to be manipulated like sheep.

Men promise things,

Women expect rings.

Be careful of the next love song that you sing.

Check out more of Nicholl's online work here: nmenterprise7 - YouTube