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The Rise of Antichrist

2 Feb


Control is defined as such: “To direct the behavior of (a person or animal). To cause a (person or animal) to do what you want. To have power over (something).” The entire world revolves around one thing, and that is – control. The act of controlling comes in nearly infinite forms…it comes from government and laws, it comes from religion, it comes from philosophy and ideology…it even comes from the people we share our own small worlds with intimately.

During any and all moments, something is wrestling for control over the individual (us). Anything whatsoever that attempts to use that control to guide us away from the truth (Christ), is effectively and certainly the spirit of antichrist. Jesus said, “I am the way, the truth, and the life. Nobody comes to the Father except through me.” That statement is our freedom from control. It leaves no room for other paths, it leaves no doubt to Christ’s importance, and it provides us the single purpose of our mortal lives – Get to the Father via the path of His son. God gives us free will to accept that or to attempt to debunk it. It’s not a controlling statement, but instead a given fact, and we are to decide if that fact is true or false. That sentence from Jesus is where every believer should constantly exist and all things measured against. Whatever it is, if it doesn’t measure up to the truth, then it is attempting to take you somewhere else…away from God.

The world and the spirit that resides in it are in a constant state of redirecting souls away from their purpose. In modern times that spirit is divided into 2 parts, one left and one right. That is the first law of control – to divide. Once divided, then comes conquer of course, and that is the stage the world (again) is currently under. The rise of antichrist. At the time of writing this, there is a great separation now taking place among the divided. A new group is being created that is singular and final in its intent. This is taking place in governments, cultures, sciences, and religions. Each have been infiltrated by the antichrist spirit, and each are being guided to the attempt of a ‘new world’ free of God and under its own “control.” Most do not see or believe this, but that doesn’t make it any less true. 1 John, 4:3 says, “And every spirit that confesseth not that Jesus Christ is come in the flesh is not of God: and this is the spirit of antichrist, whereof ye have heard that it should come; and even now already is it in the world.” That spirit is an entity that does not rest, respects no laws, shows no dignity, and will use any and all matters of deceit to attain its goals. It is right there in plain sight for the believer to see, unless he is dabbling within it, and we were amply warned that a great many will and would.

The greatest enemy of the believer is laziness against the spirit of antichrist. Laziness to check what you’re being fed. From my own observations on social media, I see the sources of what many believers share in agreement, and having already checked those sources, know them to be of soured fruit. These same people will break down the contents of a simple orange or apple to its last biological cell, but won’t even notice that the Huffington Post is the very last place you want to get your spiritual shaping from. Unless it was spoken by Christ, the truth, we need to scrutinize each and every thing against His words and intents for us.

The immediate future for the body of Christ is getting very dark across the planet. The great separation is underway and now is the time for preparation. We will be forced under great distress to choose. Control will not be merciful with us. “I am the way, the truth, and the life.” Are you living safely within the eternal promise of Jesus Christ?

Gary Abernathy


Merry Christmas

16 Dec

To start things off, I would like to point out that the title, Merry Christmas, took 45 minutes of thought to come up with. That shows you my emotional state going into writing this piece:-) It was going to be “With a Song In My Heart – Merry Christmas,” but I deemed that too complicated and long. So instead, I am allowing the wonderful photograph to wish that sentiment your way, and just saying simply to you all, Merry Christmas.

I come into this Christmas in a strange place. I wonder and imagine a lot of us feel that way. As a nation we are collectively confused out of our minds. It has become so bad that we actually are having a national debate/fight over whether or not a young man playing sports should prominently display his faith in Christ. Really? That is what we should be so worked up over? Tim Tebow has managed to bring into clear focus the seething hate that resides among many towards the Savior that was born that wondrous day. Nationally syndicated talk-show host Bill Press went so far as to tell Mr. Tebow on air to “S-T-F-U about your Lord and Savior.” For those not aware what that means…”Shut the F$CK up about Jesus.” Once again…really? Bill Press, a man who made a ton of cash writing the best-seller “Toxic Talk” that scorns conservatives for poisoning the airwaves, comes out and says something like that? To a young man he does not know and is the absolute prototype of the type of person we dream our children to become? I don’t know Bill Press, so I’m not going to claim I know his motivations, but I found his actions repugnant. Not because I support Tim Tebow (which I do), but because there are SO many other things going on in this country right now that deserve that type of scornful hate. The entire political body of Washington, DC to start with. But instead, it is all getting zeroed in on Tim Tebow. This displays our physical health as a nation right now, and if a doctor was giving us a diagnosis, I am fairly certain we would be drafting our last will and testament.

I care about my country very deeply. I have traveled and have friends all over this great piece of earth, and I love it as much as I love myself. God created it and He created me, so it is a natural pairing. So this year I enter the Christmas season tainted somewhat with depression over where I see us headed. It is a qualified depression, because I am immensely aware of the larger picture that the birth of Jesus Christ brought to earth. I am going to be just fine. This much my God has promised me, and the blood of His Son has washed me clean and given me new life that shall be eternal. So does that reality allow me not to feel the responsiblity towards my fellow humans to safeguard and protect this country? No, it does not. Instead, it requires me to stand up and be accounted for. It requires me to speak up and speak out. The Kingdom of the Lord is coming sooner or later, but right now we are busy building that Kingdom, and the plight of Tim Tebow is a good marker as to where that construction stands. Given the hoopla, I feel we are closer than we know. If it happens right this instant it won’t be soon enough for me. But, we will not know until that time and we are to stay focused on building. Tim Tebow is lifting some mighty pillars and God bless him. Bill Press…I’m sorry bud, but the path you are going down isn’t going to turn out well for you son. The good news is that to see the light can happen at any moment to a man. My prayer for you is that you do indeed see that light. That choice is entirely yours and very much your business.

Then there is Christmas itself. My goodness…Christmas in America. It means so many things, most of them borderline insane, that any person of depth deeper than the kiddie pool is automatically left feeling at the least, melancholy. That said, Christmas is the centerpiece of American culture. It is vital to us as a nation in several ways of secular importance, and let’s face it, Christmas in America is generally a secular holiday now. That doesn’t bother me the same as it does many Christians. Yes, we are celebrating the birth of Jesus, but if you are already saved, you do that every other day of the year too. This day is just a set-aside day to acknowledge it, and at one time was even outlawed in portions of the country as being demonic. Christmas is not the untouchable behemoth it is made out to be. Jesus isn’t going anywhere and neither is the happening and meaning of His birth. Do you know why atheists and those of that ilk get so upset this time of year? For the same reason they get so upset with Tim Tebow. Because it represents Christ in a big and glorious way. A big shining beacon saying “come here and you will find truth.” “Come here and you will find peace.” That is why they hate and why they attempt to destroy. Have faith in your God. He is in control and their measures are merely a contrast to measure your own faith against. Are you strong enough to stand up for Tim Tebow? Are you strong enough to stand up and proclaim to all who know you that the birth of Jesus Christ brought salvation to this earth for all who ask? When people like Bill Press do the things they do, those actions give you the opportunity to do just that. If you shrink into the background and slink away, that should tell you something about your own faith. That is not for me to judge but for you to consider. As for me, I stand up for Christ until the day He brings me to Him. That will be a shameful humble moment for me. I shudder at the thought of standing before Him knowing the man I have been, and the sins I still have left to commit. But that fear will not keep me from Him. I trust Him. He told me he would wash me clean and I believe with my whole heart. That is what Christmas signifies and nothing else. Salvation from our own wretched selves. Thanks be to God.

So this Christmas in America in 2011, let a song enter your heart. The joyous music of the birth of the light of this world. Let joy flood you until you are drowning in it. Yet, be mournful and respectful of what we are doing with His creation. Be mournful of your own sinful nature and pray for continued growth at the same rate as the growth of the Kingdom. I feel that growth inside me. I hope you do as well. Our good deeds and our bad deeds do not save or doom us. The solution to that question was provided by the birth of Jesus to the Virgin Mary. Our deeds, both good and bad, are merely carefully designed puzzle pieces of His plan. None of us better than the other. Tim Tebow no better than Bill Press. Gary Abernathy no better than you. We are only separated by how we respond to the given solution. Otherwise, we are all equal sinners in the eyes of the Lord. So I say again…let that song enter your heart. It is truly the only thing that matters in the end. Merry Christmas.

OrDEr oUT oF ChAos

6 Oct

The chill in the air ran through his arthritic hands with a burn the way it feels when medicine from a medical iv shoots into your veins. Autumn was always his favorite time of year but he never understood why. Autumn was about the death of things. Wouldn’t it make more logical sense to crave Spring? Yet, there was a great beauty and truth about Autumn as life bowed out gracefully so that new life may soon come to replace it. “Ironic,” he said out loud in his empty cell. Today was the day so they had told him. Of course, they told him that last month as well, and the month before that too. “Are you people going to murder me or not?,” he yelled out, but no reply came nor did it ever. How long had he been in this Godforsaken cell? 6 months? 1 year? By this point he knew but one thing, and that was if they were going to do it, the sooner the better. Waiting around to die was far worse than the actual act. If they would just release him he would be free for all eternity. He was pretty sure that is why they kept torturing him with the delay. They knew the truth. So did he.

He lay back down on the concrete slab, furnished with all the comforts…of Hell. No pillow, no mattress, no blanket…just cold damp concrete. When the pain would get to him, and by this point, the pain was always there, he would think of Jesus and his 40 days in the wilderness. “This is easy,” he would tell himself. Jesus had to endure 40 days and nights of horrid temptation by that wicked serpent, that terrible evil beast, Satan. Not only did he have to endure it, but he had to remain 100% unblemished doing so. He could not fall for one trick nor make one simple mistake. If he failed, all of mankind would fail along with him. He imagined the cave Jesus was in was not that much different from the cell he currently called home. He thanked God for the opportunity to maybe feel just a little bit of what Jesus must have felt like then. The difference was he was allowed to make his mistakes, he was allowed to fall for temptation after temptation because of what Jesus had done. He surely took advantage of it too. He winced as he thought back at his life and the sins he committed so willingly. The outright smug disobedience he displayed towards his Father. Through it all though God continued to love him just as he promised to do. With the sacrifice of Jesus Christ, and his resurrection and conquering of death itself, he knew that today he would stand in the presence of his Savior. The thought scared him and he began to sob. Sobbing like a frightened child, which is exactly what he was. He would feel so ashamed to stand before Jesus. So unworthy. He was unworthy and a sinner a million times over. But Jesus said he would wash him clean and accept him into his house. What a miracle that was to him when he first realized the truth in that promise and its reality. What a miracle it was today. “Thank you God, thank you Jesus. If today you wish for me to join you, then please accept me with all my wretched baggage.” I humbly bow in your presence.

Drying his tears, his mind began to drift back to before all of this. When he wasn’t thinking about Jesus, he was thinking about his wife and family. His beautiful two daughters that he loved so much he could barely stand to even allow the thought of them to enter his mind now. His wife who loved him so loyally, so completely, that he struggled hard to believe in it. Why would somebody love me that much? It was the same type of confusion he felt when he would consider how God could possibly love him. She was his greatest blessing and he knew it the day he met her. He never doubted it not for even a second. She was meant for him and he thanked God for it constantly, as if God would take her away if he didn’t. So much had been stripped from him in his life it was almost impossible to believe in something permanent. But she made him feel like maybe, just maybe there were things meant to last forever.

He didn’t know what happened to them. No idea, and it drove him almost to the brink of complete insanity. If he allowed himself to think about it for too long, he might not ever come back from it. The last time he saw their faces was the day the Chinese troops called out his name, as he huddled with the other souls inside that tiny Church that had sheltered them after they had to abandon their home. The soldier, educated in the United States by the American Taxpayer, but now wearing the uniform of the International Union, barked his name out in clear English. Ten other names were called out that day too, and all of them were cuffed, gagged, blindfolded and placed inside the armored wagon out front. The moment the blindfold was put over his eyes was the last moment he ever saw his wife and children. He prayed over and over that God was watching out for them and that they would not succumb to the fear. That they would remain strong until Jesus would call them home too. The only thing that kept him alive with hope was the promise that he would see them again soon and it would be for all eternity.

“ORDO AB CHAO,” or in simple English, order out of chaos. The motto of these scum that dates back centuries. He had fought it, and he tried everything in his limited power along with many others to delay it, with full knowledge that it was destined to happen eventually. From a personal standpoint he felt honored to be alive in these days, as if God had blessed the people of this age to be witness to the hands of God at work. However, he never wanted this for his children. He wanted them to grow up and have the same chances the children before them did. To live a life of free will leading to either success or failure based solely on their own actions. That was not their destiny as it turned out, nor was it his. When the riots were happening and things were spinning out of control, he considered taking them underground. He knew people. What kind of life is that though? Living underground, out of sight and in constant fear of being found? That is the life of the wicked, not for the body of Christ. He decided he would not run and he would continue to fight as long as he could to try to bring reason back to his world. To stand for his Savior just as his Savior stood for him. God’s will to be done.

The day of the EMP was the tipping point. In the dead of Winter, with one missile fired from the Gulf of Mexico off a freighter flying the flag of the Royal Navy, the United States of America was instantly transformed into Hell on earth. The mercenaries who performed the act were made rich beyond their wildest dreams. They were heroes inside “the Order.” A crew of 3 Somalians, 1 Egyptian and 1 North Korean brought down the United States. The nuclear tipped missile burst high in the atmosphere above Kansas City and within seconds everything in America that depended on a power source was rendered useless. Needless to say, that included almost everything Americans depended on to survive. The warnings of such an event had been stated in the halls of Congress and the Pentagon relentlessly by those who knew the day was coming. They were largely ignored. Ignored in the case of the general public that is. The entire leadership of the US government and the key elements of society had long since planned for this day. They were safe underground in bunkers built all over the country, stocked to the hilt and able to outlast almost any length of time necessary until it was safe to surface. “The underground is for the wicked,” he said again to himself. Within 6 months, millions of American citizens had died of starvation, the cold, disease and murder. Most people in the cities struck out into the countryside looking to escape the roaming gangs and terrifying violence that quickly engulfed their lives. Most of them died whether they stayed or they left. Americans were not equipped to deal with this level of emergency. They couldn’t even withstand 3 painful days during Hurricane Katrina back in the early part of the century. Then came the invaders. The seemingly endless invaders from the sky. Mostly Chinese, but North Korean, German and a mix of Middle Eastern soldiers as well. They just kept coming as if it were the 1800’s all over again and the white European was invading the native American lands of the American West. The US military, split off in separate factions as the government went underground, had been neutered by cyber attacks and nuclear attacks all over the globe, and were unable to effectively offer a defense. They fought, and were still fighting, but it was a losing battle. The enemy was too strong and the Americans too infested from within to withstand the onslaught.

Hundreds of thousands of foreign troops covered the landscape of America occupying every major city, port and strategic point. American citizens, armed to the teeth, put up a decent resistance for some time. But as the winter dragged on, supplies ran out, and the deaths mounted, they were all but finished off. Small pockets still roamed about, but they were merely an annoying aspect of the day-to-day by now for the troops of the International Order. Thanks to the age of social media, each American citizen had a nice tidy digital profile ready for the International Order. With these profiles they were easily able to separate into categories the remaining American citizens as it pertained to their new fate. Some would readily go along with the new order, some would resist it and need to be re-educated, and some needed to simply be killed. His name was on the red list. The red list was not where you wanted your name to be if you wished to live. He was captured that day at the small church his family had found brief sanctuary.

They had offered him re-education stating his talent to sway opinion and influence. They felt he could be useful as a mole. He’d been down this road before and said no the first time, and he said no again. He worked for only one, and that was the Lord of Lords, the King of Kings. So in prison he sat, most of the time completely alone. They would subject him to various torture methods and would break him hundreds of times, but he would never give up his allegiance to the God he served. The German guard, who was the only human being he would ever see more times than not, had grown to show just the slightest bit of sympathy towards him. He had come to the cell in the middle of the night one time. He had thought he was going to be drug back to that room again. That room that caused him almost constant nightmares now. But to his complete shock, the guard wanted to know all about this Jesus that he kept hanging on to and invoking his name. “Why do you allow this to be done to you all for some pretend God? What do you know?” The man sat there that night staring at the German soldier, looking at his forehead where the chip had been implanted. The chip that allowed him to live in society and all the aspects of that. The chip, that without, you had no chance of survival for long unless it was the will of God. The chip that came free of charge, but with one little demand. Total allegiance to the new order and a rebuking of God. “I take this time of affliction as but a small price to pay for the eternal salvation waiting for me as soon as you kill me.” “I only wish that you had answered God when he was knocking at your own door. I wish I could call you brother.” The German soldier took the butt of his sidearm and cracked it into the side of the man’s head. Shouting some obscenities in German, he stormed out of the cell leaving the man with blood trickling down his cheek and down his chest. He slept that night with a smile on his face for the first and only time he would spend in that cell.

He was startled by the voice of the German soldier out of his thoughts. “Get up!” the soldier shouted. Opening the cell, the German yanked the man harshly into the hallway. “Time for you to die Jew loving pig!” A deep sense of calm and relief came over the man as he walked down the hallway without resistance. The soldier was stone faced as the door opened into the courtyard and the guillotine came into sight. Today was execution day at the prison. He had heard the pleas and screams from his cell on previous days. He knew what was out there. Today he was staring at it. There were many more there waiting for death than he anticipated. The line stretched around the courtyard and out into another building. Men, women and children all refusing to give up their soul in exchange for this world they knew was not going to be long to last. As he stepped up to the platform and looked up at the bright glare beaming off of the blade, he asked for the German soldier to be witness. “Order out of chaos was your plan and you have achieved it.” He smiled earnestly at the solider and looked deeply into his eyes. “That night, you asked me what did I know. The answer is, order out of chaos was never YOUR plan. It was God’s plan and always was. There will indeed come order from this chaos, but it will not be you that is here to live in its glory. The Kingdom of God awaits on earth and Jesus of Nazareth will sit on its throne. Your mark has sealed your fate. Now be witness, as your blade is about to seal mine.” The blade came down with furious intensity and another saint ascended to Heaven to await the coming day of the Lord. ORDO AB CHAO. Order out of chaos will come.

“I saw Heaven opened, and behold, a white horse! He who sat upon it is called Faithful and True, and in righteousness he judges and makes war. His eyes are like a flame of fire, and on his head are many diadems; and he has a name inscribed which no one knows but himself. He is clad in a robe dipped in blood, and the name by which he is called is The Word of God. And the armies of Heaven, arrayed in fine linen, white and pure, followed him on white horses. From his mouth issues a sharp sword with which to smite the nations, and he will rule them with a rod of iron; he will tread the wine-press of the fury of the wrath of God the Almighty. On his robe and on his thigh he has a name inscribed, King of Kings and Lord of Lords.” (Rev. 19: 11-16)

Gary Wayne Abernathy

Calamity in Japan

13 Mar

 Reuters photo from Sunday March 13th, 2011

I have sat down to comment on the overwhelming situation in Japan several times since Friday. Each time I do, a new twist occurs that changes what I might have written. This is a story that goes beyond comprehension…beyond description…and continues to develop every hour that passes. My heart is truly aching for the people and families in Japan. When the time comes that an overview of the calamity in its entirety can be written, I will do so. For now however, I’d like to share a letter from my former Pastor and friend, Chuck Wilson. Pastor Wilson is about the most decent human being you will ever meet. He’s a man I admire greatly, as well as humbly appreciate for the effect he had on my life. When I am in need of answers…or searching for meaning…when I’m in trouble…or just really need a wise friend…I look towards Pastor Chuck. He’s enjoying life in the mountains of NC now as the senior Pastor of Long’s Chapel UMC in Waynesville, NC, but I receive all of his letters and emails. Today he has written about not only Japan, but all of the tragedies around the globe that keep plaguing humanity, and I thought it worthwhile to share with you.

Thoughts on Faith and Life From Chuck Wilson:

We are reeling from the images we have seen from the earthquake and tsunami in Japan. We are overwhelmed by the devastation and the helplessness we all feel to respond. So how do we pray for those who are suffering and for those who have died? It is not easy and anything that we can say seems inadequate. What follows is an ancient way of praying for the people of Japan and those in Christchurch and Libya, Yemen, Ivory Coast and the many other places of unrest in our world. Pray this prayer with me.

Lord our world has been shaken by earthquakes and wars

Lord our lives have been deluged by floods and tsunamis

Our hearts are aching and we are overwhelmed

Lord have mercy

God whose love never lets go, be with all who have died

God whose compassion never ceases comfort all who have suffered loss

God who stands firm as a rock provide security for all whose world has fallen apart

Christ have mercy

Lord hear our cry for mercy when we call to you for help

Lord may we be strong and not give up

May we reach out in love and compassion, finding hope in your abiding presence

Lord have mercy

The following song is from Matt Redman and is a beautiful and meaningful testament in these times of peril for we the children of God. I hope you prayed with Pastor Chuck, and I hope this music brings comfort to you and inspiration to stand up and shine the light of Christ on this world in such desperate need to see it.