Saturday, October 11, 2014

1st and 2nd Thessalonians

    This week we went through the books of Thessalonians with Dan Brown. And it was really neat to walk through it in-depthly to understand the importance of context. To understand the that the book wasn't written for us, but to the people of that time, but that we can still apply it to our lives today as believers. And I have written a paper on it, and would like to share it with you. I hope you enjoy it and can grow in it as I have. Enjoy!


Lisa Friesen
Dan Brown
October 11. 2014

                                                          1st and 2nd Thessalonians
       These books are written in the hand of the apostle Paul. Formerly known as Saul who despised and murdered Christians for their faith in Christ. But God had big plans for Paul and thus changed his heart and also changed his name to Paul. Since then, there hasn't been a more godly man found in the New Testament. Paul was now on the run with the Christians and not on the hunt for them.
       To understand the language that Paul uses in his letter to the Thessalonians, we need to go back to Acts 17:1-9, and this is where we find the context of that time. And as we begin to see the picture put together, we see that it was one of the worst times to be a christian. In fact, it was the second most dangerous place on earth to be a christian! In verse two we see that Paul and Silas were there for three weeks and not too much longer, proclaiming the gospel of Christ, and as we read onward, we see that many of the Gentiles and the Jews and "leading women" were coming to know that Lord. (Leading women, if we look at it in-depth, we come to the understanding that leading women here translates as women that were married to very powerful men.)  This displeased the Jews greatly. They couldn't have people in the position of power, coming to know the Lord. So they plotted to kill Paul and Silas. But because the Jews weren't in authority to do so, and we discover as we look deeper that the judge wasn't in at that time, they forced Jason and the brothers to "post bond"-promising to hand them over for trial. But that night Jason and the brothers sent Paul and Silas away, and therefore they weren't able to come back for quite sometime, because of the pending future trial. While Paul and Silas were gone, the Christians back in Thessalonica were severely persecuted for their new faith. And when Paul finally found out that his fellow brothers and sisters in Christ were still alive, he wrote to them these letters, imploring them to continue and hold steadfast. To persevere and "fight the good fight," as they suffered and suffered, for Christ IS coming back...
        What can I take from this? How do I imitate Christ? To live out the image of Christ-clearly. To live in such a way that is not of this world, but opposite from it. To be set apart and proclaim the gospel of Jesus Christ. To turn from my idols. To turn from that which keeps me from Christ. To leave them at the cross as often as my sinful nature wants to pick them up again. 
         Persecution was a part of normal life for the Thessalonians...am I will ti suffer for the sake of Christ? To take comfort in the coming of THE Judge and to stand firm through trials and persecutions? Will I be on the welcoming committee of Christ when He returns? This is my hope as I continually grow in Christ and to be wholly open for the work of Christ and His work through me. As I'm being equipped to preach the gospel and not be afraid to bear his name for the fear of mere persecution, which is "nothing compared to the glory that is to be revealed..." Romans 8:18. I mustn't "quench the spirit!" 1 Thessalonians 5:19. The Spirit wants to talk about Christ-always. His job in me is to proclaim His name. So I need to open my mouth. I mustn't fear man. For they can do nothing to me with God on my side!
        "Faithful is He who calls you and He also will bring it to pass." 1 Thessalonians 5:24. We NEVER have to question God's faithfulness to His children.  

Malachi

               So two weeks ago I went through the book of Malachi with the guest speaker Satish John. And I learned a lot. And wrote a paper on it, and would like to share that with you, if that's alright? I hope you enjoy it!


Lisa Friesen
Satish
September 20. 2014

                                                                  The Book Of Malachi
      Malachi is the last book in the minor prophets. The book of Malachi is about a broken Covenant between God and his people-the people of Israel. And he is restoring that covenant in showing them where they have failed-where they have gone wrong. We cannot tell where we have gone wrong, if we have not been corrected. It's very interesting to look at the attitude of the people of Israel and how applicable it is to the people of today's society.
     We should; fear him, honor him, love him, respect him, and serve him...and this is the basic problem in this broken covenant. They no longer feared or respected God. So, what does it mean to fear him? It means to be in reverence to him. To respect him in such a way, to honor God in such a way as to be conscious of the presence of God. Sadly, in modern society, we don't fear Him as we should. And often, it is because the fear of God has not been properly explained. 
    "Now Israel, what does the Lord your God require from you, but to fear the Lord your God, to walk in all His ways and to love Him, and to serve the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul ad to keep the Lord's commandments and His statutes which I am commanding you today for your good." Deutoronomy 10:12-13
      What I've taken from this is; is everything that I am acceptable to the Lord? Is everything open and available to His work through my life? And if so, am I experiencing the Spirit of God working through my life? 
       My life as a christian is not about me in any way. It is not about me being like Jesus, but God being God through my life as I bear His image in me. I must remember that God is the giver of everything! All that I am and have is His, and He needs to be number one in my life. I only have one purpose in life...to reflect the image of Christ in everything. To fear Him in holy reverence and to be consciously aware of His presence in everything around me and where He's taking me through it. And what an awesome privilege that is!
       "Then those who feared the Lord spoke to one another, and the Lord gave attention ad heard it, and a book of remembrance was written before Him for those who fear the Lord and who esteem His name." Malachi 3:16

Saturday, October 4, 2014

"How Can I Best Reflect The Image of Christ?" -His Hill Capernwray Bible School- 2014

          Wow...it has been so terribly long since I have written, and I'm truly sorry for that. Life has basically picked up speed since I last wrote back in February as I prepared for my graduation! I started a full time job, which took up about 85% of my day, and then my family, friends and boyfriend took up the other 15%. God taught me a lot over the summer, and I have gone through a lot of pain and growth which has molded me and prepared me for the new school year. Which is where my journey in this life will hopefully pick up once again in weekly updates. But, I refuse to make you all a promise, for I do not know if i can hold to that. But please rest assure that I will do m best to keep up this form of communication when I have a spare moment. Back in February-I believe it was then....I was accept to a Capernwray Bible School in Comfort, Texas! And as of September 10th, this is where I have been! So much has happened, that I do not know where to begin in updating you in my story! So I will just dive into the story, and hope that it all connects and makes sense to you!
     I have already been learning and growing tremendously as I am immersed in God's word daily. It's really pushed me to evaluate my walk with Him, and to recognize his presence in my life in everything that surrounds me in this crazy world! I have really been hit with the fact that...this life is not about me in any shape or form...but it is all about Him. Who is God in my life, and where is He? First of all, my purpose in life is to reflect the image of God to His glory in absolutely every area of my life...and the question that I seek to pursue and discern in this year is, How can I best reflect that Image that I'm called to bear? And that my friends...is the theme of this  year, and as I walk in it...will update you in the pursuit of this answer as He slowly reveals His will and calling of my life as I walk the path marked out for me.
    Something that I'm really chewing on and can't shake is...the Christian life is not about me being like Jesus. But it is about God being God through my life-which is His life to begin with. He bought me and owns me, Galatians 2:20-21 (which is our theme verses for His Hill) And i'm put on this earth to serve Him and make his name known. And to consider the cost and whether it's worth it....and it is. I want to be a living sacrifice-Holy and pleasing to Him. Romans 12:1-2. I'm so excited to be stretched and humbled and be forced on my knees. I'm so excited to share this journey with "ya'll" and let you in on that process. Please forgive me, for where I let too much time elapse between us. And please pray for me, as I'm far away from home and it is the hardest test that I will endure this year...and may you blessed as I share my heart.

     In Christ Alone, we stand untied....Lisa 

Wednesday, February 26, 2014

Hey Brother-Avicii

Hey brother...this one is for you. As we graduate together this year and go our seperate paths in life, know that God goes with us, and I'll always be here for you. No matter what fails or succeeds in life, we always got family! :)

Sunday, November 17, 2013

Acquitted-Part 6

              Fletcher walked into his office with the confidence of a man who knows he has power. But how long will that power last with a state of resistant people arising against him? He strode to his throne of a chair at the head of the office and sat down. He opened his safe drawer with a key hidden under his desk in a little groove he etched in, and from it retrieved a bottle of half empty whisky. Pouring a glass, he looked up as Randy walked in.
                Randy, Fletcher’s right hand man walked in with practiced ease. His one goal since being hired had been to never show his boss fear, for he learned early on from silent observation that Lieutenant Fletcher thrived on it. He gave a slight bow and never broke eye contact as he said with an even tone of voice, “we have found no trace of Angel. He’s gone, sir.” Randy could see the brow of Fletcher knit together ever so slowly, and his jaw tensed and became hard as did the look that masked his brown eyes.
                “Sit,” Fletcher snarled out.
                Randy sat down, and then proceeded to study his boss’s office yet again as he drank. It was clean, always. There was never a trace of dirt in this room, and everything was perfectly arranged. And the hint of citrus filled the air and gave a calming feel to both soul and skin. He knew Fletcher to be a controlling man. But he did so in a non direct deceived manner, to make others believe that they were in charge. As if to mark a point, Fletcher unthinkingly straightens his stack of papers and clicks his open pen shut. His life was about order and control. On first glance, this room wouldn't give the impression of hidden secrets. But over a period of a time as Randy had been in and out of the room, he had come to notice strange things that appeared simple and ordinary, but really were confusing complications and queer. For instance, on the left wall from the chair on which he sat, was a beautiful mural painted of a flower with falling petals and vines surrounding the flower. But upon looking closely you could see that the center vine had raised ridges unlike the others. It was a concealed crack in the wall, covered up to look like a piece of the art. And above the stone mantel at the front of the room was the indentation of a square. It was subtle but there, indicating that there once was something there, if not still behind the wall. A safe maybe or a blocked window, Randy was unsure as this room was under heavy surveillance, and halted any ideas of further investigations. In any case there was no easy way to inspect if, for it was now boarded up and painted over with a dark rustic orange, a darker more natural color cleverly chosen to disguise its presence in the room. The office itself had a homey feel. But after spending time in it, and the man who lies within the four walls ninety percent of the day, shows, that there are hidden secrets here. The question is what is he hiding, and why?
                “We have to find him, Randy. This isn't an option.” Fletcher sat back.                            

It was these words that left Randy to ponder and question the hidden meanings in them and unknowingly confirmed all of his suspicions.

Friday, November 15, 2013

Acquitted-Part 5

Remember that this is only parts of my book, cause its being developed in my writing class. Afterwards you will most likely find repeats of stuff added in with new, or the story shifting and changing somewhat as I will have no restrictions and the ability to finish it the longer way as apposed to the short story style. Have fun reading it! In a few weeks you will find the edited versions of the full pitcture! EEP! Lol, anyway, sorry for the delay in updating my blog...it's...grade 12 is crazy, let's just leave it at that! Have a good week! :D





Acquitted-Dialogue
                “Rouge- wait!” Angel yelled.
                Rouge broke into a run as she heard the sound of his heavy footfalls on leaves and bark coming closer and closer. “Go away!” she yelled back. She knew her way around these woods like a blind mole underground. But for some reason he was still behind her, “I’m warning you, Angel.”
                “What did I do? You don’t know me, Rouge…wait!” Angel snapped.
                Rouge abruptly halted and flipped around. She grabbed her bow, and had an arrow pointing at his heart so fast that he hadn't even finished speaking yet. “Well?” she asked.
                Angel was thrown into what seemed like a never ending silence. Her eyes were piercing as she glared at him.
                “I should never have brought you here. I should have just left you for dead.” she exclaimed.
                “Then why didn’t you Rouge…why didn’t you leave me for dead in the middle of the woods. You wouldn’t even have had to kill me, as I’m sure I would have been eaten. And no one would have known of your hideout.” He stated.
                Rouge was taken aback by his soft tone of voice, yet nonchalant attitude. “I-well-I-I couldn’t leave you.” Rouge was unable to give him a truthful answer that wouldn’t reveal her ultimate weakness. She fidgeted with her arrow.
                Angel watched her bow warily as she finally released the tension on the string.
                Rouge sat down heavily on a rock that lay nearby her feet. She rubbed her leg where it was sore, where it had never fully healed.  She walked with a lasting limp to show for it. “I had an abusive father, Angel. He wasn’t so bad when he was sober. But as soon as he had a drop of liquor which became increasingly more often than just here and there…he would become abusive. He was always hurting my mamma. I remember this one time when he was drunk and hitting her, I stepped in to try and defend her, but ah he whipped around and grabbed me. I was throwing punches left and right trying to bring him down. But I had forgotten that he had a bat leaning against the wall. My pa grabbed for the bat and started hitting my leg.” Rouge went silent.
                “It broke.” Angel finished.                                                                                                       
                “Yeah-yeah it broke. Somehow my mamma managed to distract him long enough for me to slip outside. And by the time he came after me, I was well hidden in the trees under the cover of darkness. Gloria came and found me a day later in a spot that I called The Fort. She wanted to take me in to the Hospital. She tried everything to convince me, but I wouldn’t do it. I refused. So she finally promised not to tell anyone and left me alone. She’d come and check on me every day. But I was afraid that my pa would come looking for me and finish me off. So after Gloria left me one day, I went as far back into the woods as I dared. I had a bottle of whisky that I had stolen from him and stashed a while before. I had always hoped that it would discourage my pa’s drinking, but it never did. Anyway I set my own leg. And it hasn’t healed properly since. So that is why I have a limp.”
                Angel looked at her with surprise and deep concern.
                “Yes, I have noticed the subtle looks and questions in your eyes about my leg.” she said amusingly.
                “I didn’t think you had noticed. Why tell me all this Rouge? I’m a stranger,” he replied.
                “You asked me why I didn’t leave you. I said I couldn’t, but I needed to elaborate. That was the worst experience I have ever gone through this far in life. And I’m only twenty-one now. Angel, leaving you wouldn’t make me any better than my pa. And sometimes I don’t think I’m any different now, living in the woods like a coward. What are the odds that we would run into one another at the exact time I needed you, and you getting wounded in the same leg as mine? I can’t ignore that, Angel. The Lord brought us together for a reason. And even though I’m scared and you are a complete stranger, I can’t ignore the Lord when He’s speaking to me. And second, I could never abandon someone who is suffering and alone. Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t do it, Angel…” she trailed off.
                Angel sat very still, contemplating for a long hard moment. “Let’s call on a truce then. Let’s see where the Lord takes it.” He held out his hand to her.
                Rouge observed him. He was surprising her at every turn of event or conversation. Who was this man? “Alright, sounds like a plan. I forgive you by the way.” Rouge smiled and walked off into the trees. 
                Angel was confused at her humble nature yet complicated maze of a heart. He found himself confused and intrigued with this beautiful woman. Why in the world did this town want her dead?



                

Thursday, October 10, 2013

Acquitted-Part 3

Alright, ladies and gents. Here is the beginning of my newest story through the introduction and Characterization of my main characters; Rouge and Angel.Gloria is mentioned as well, but she will mostly be a past tense memory. Her family is introduced as past tense as well. So that you can see where Rouge has come. Why she has developed into who she is now. Hope you enjoy it! Please feel free to leave comments and i will respond!



Acquitted-Characterization
   “Why did you have to do that?” Rouge breathlessly hobbled through the trees muttering angrily to herself. She had been in the town hall and had grabbed the ring with such ease and stealth, that she was sure that this was going to be a piece of cake. But on her way out she had noticed ‘her’ portrait on the wall. Frozen in place she had gazed upon the graceful and elegant face of Gloria Mentee. With her calloused hands she had brushed the light dust from the surface. Memories of when she was a child came filtering through her mind. Remembering how it used to be…her father had come home many nights drunk and abusive. Always her mother would usher her out the door. She’d tell her not to return until morning. Scared and alone Rouge remembered running through the empty streets, seeking safety. That’s when she had noticed the silhouette of a woman sitting in the candle light facing the window. Rouge had crept under the window and sat down. It was cold, but she felt safe here.
     “Click…” Rouge abruptly got to her feet from where she had been sitting, and watched the door with timid eyes
     Gloria walked out onto the porch to retrieve a book that she had forgotten to take in that afternoon. Upon looking up she noticed a slight movement out of the corner of her eye. She gasped as she noticed a girl staring at her with such intensity. “Good heavens child. It’s freezing out here!” As if to prove her point, she hugged her night gown tighter to her body, as her long curly hair blew in the slight breeze. “Are you alright?”
    Rouge was unable to speak as she watched this lady. She had seen her often, walking through town on errands or on the arm of Sheriff Jared Mentee. She was a graceful woman-truly beautiful. She had the walk of a queen, and on her finger adorned a simple but astonishing ring with an aquamarine stone. It always glittered in the sun as she hugged her husband’s arm. Laughing as he talked.
   “Well, don’t just stand there. Come on in, Rouge. I was just about to go make some tea. Would you like some hot chocolate?”   
   “Surprised at being called by name, she hesitantly walked toward the outstretched hand with the ring, and took hold. She didn’t realize it then. But that moment would change her life forever.
    Gloria had been a mentor to her. Though sick with cancer, she was always caring.  She knew all her secrets-knew the man that Rouge’s father was. He was elusive and never caught for the crimes he committed. As Rouge grew into a young woman, she became more and more aware of the faith that Gloria shared. And through many tears and bitterness, Gloria’s faith became Rouge’s. She walked the path of God. And it was his strength that got her through every day. At the tender age of 16, she took refuge in the woods after a horrific beating from her father. She was left with a broken leg that Rouge refused to go to the hospital for, lest her father find her there and kill her. So she dragged herself into the woods and set her own leg. That was the only time she had ever had a drop of alcohol as she used her father’s stolen whiskey to numb the paralyzing pain, coming in and out of consciousness for days to come because of the unbearable pain. She was gone so long-recovering, that the town believed her dead. Shortly after her 18th birthday, Gloria passed away. That moment turned Rouge’s world upside down as she wasn’t sure what to do anymore, or where to go. So she sought peace in God’s word. Frustrated with Him, her faith was tested and tried. But ultimately He had a better plan. She was in heaven. No longer in pain, she walked with God. This brought comfort as she fought to move on.  Rumors spread through town that Rouge was indeed alive.
     Rouge’s striking green eyes resembled her father’s image, but with her mother’s petite form and a soft and quiet beauty. This was not to be taken for granted as she could wield a bow like no man’s business. She would always do whatever she could for the sake of her family. She was always taking care of her mama and brother. But sure to leave when her father was around. Many thought she was her father, because of the way she dressed and the way that her eyes spoke. But upon closer inspection, it was realized that she was far from her father and beautiful in comparison. She was as elusive as a deer in hiding. She lived in the woods. And no one ever found her hiding spot. She became silent, hardly ever making a sound. She was a loner, always watchful and aware of everything. When her mama died, she attended her funeral, and it was there that her father showed up drunk yet again-shouting angry words at his dead wife. It was there that Rouge put an arrow through his heart as he brought out a gun and pointed it at her brother, muttering that it was his fault that his mother was dead. As he tried to convince his son that he should have been a man and stopped him from killing her. Before he could say anymore, he dropped dead to the ground before the police could even cuff him. The town reeling from the event set up a ransom for anyone that caught Rouge.  After that, she was not the same. Orphaned and alone, Rouge became angry. She stole food to keep her young 13 year old brother alive. The food was scarce during hunting season, and she was unable to get him what he needed through nature alone. Therefore started petty thefts; food, clothing, etc. Through this she was given the name, Hood, for she was never seen or heard unless she wanted to be, and did and stole what she wanted, and when she wanted. She never stole for selfish gain, but solely for the sake of her own survival. Never the less, the town could not have a rampant young adult stealing like this from them. That did not look good, and would only encourage further behaviour for others. She would also play with the town’s kids and give them stolen treats. She protected them from danger and would always come to call when the parents were not around. (Thus the only proof of this, are the stories from the children themselves). But she was unable to help the kid that needed her the most, as he became sick with malaria. No medicine that she stole could help him, and by the time that she decided to risk it all and take him to the hospital to keep him alive… he died in her arms on the way. And this broke her. She knelt over him and wept. She wept for Gloria who died of cancer. And her mom who died through her father’s endless beating. She was never able to fully heal before she was beaten again. And now she added to her weeping, the death of her sweet innocent brother. She wept for her mistakes, and run in’s with the law. She was lost, there was no redemption for her soul…but it was there that she remembered the faith that she had forgotten and shoved aside. It was in that moment, that God spoke to her. Using scripture to remind her that this was not so. She was not lost, but found. And she grew stronger in her faith, as she remembered Romans 4:20; “No unbelief made him waver concerning His promise. But he grew strong in his faith as he gave glory to God.” She didn’t understand why these things happened. Why God allowed this. But she knew that He had plan. And that it was to further His glory and remind her, who it was that remains in ultimate control. And so she gave him the glory…
     “Over here! I hear something!”
     Rouge gasped as she was brought back to reality. How long had she been lost in her thoughts and memories? It was pouring rain now. And she was soaked to the bone. Not realizing what she was doing, she pushed herself to her feet from her stiff and cold position on the wet ground. Starting her awkward run, she looked over her shoulder, to see who followed…and ran right into a hard surface.
     “Whack!” She fell backwards at the same time as something else also fell over. She heard it moan and realized with a start that it was a man. Rouge sprang to her feet and went with her natural extinct. She came up and tried to punch him, but he grabbed her fist in his palm, inflicting severe pain in her wrist. With a growl she went for his middle with her other fist. But before she was able to do so, he whipped her around so that her back was pressed against his rock hard chest and wrapped her arm around herself, so that she was immobile.
      “I’m not going to hurt you,” he rasped against her struggling.
     “Why should I believe you? You and the rest of the town all want to kill me!
     “Look missy, I don’t know who you think I am, but I’m not after you. I have my own problems to worry about here.” As If to prove his point he dropped her in the mud, and raised his arms.
     Rouge realized that this man was not from town, in fact. She was not at all familiar with him. “Who are you,” she whispered.
   “Angel,” he finally admitted after some hesitation.
    Before Rouge could respond, the same voice from before shouted again.
   “Over here! I see her!”
   It was too late to hide now. Rouge grabbed for her arrows and aimed them in the direction of the oncoming footsteps. Rain ran down her face, making it hard to see. At her side, she noticed that Angel had wielded his sword and he was pointing it in the same direction. She had no time to analyze what he was doing. So she focused her attention on the scene before her. As they came into view, she realized that they were separated in groups. Hope filled her as she thought of ways to escape, before the others found her. She was familiar with them as they ran at her; Brent, her school yard bully from years past, Jeremy the mailman and Tony a rancher and proud owner of the only butcher shop in town. As they neared, she realized that they were without weapons. She never wanted to hurt anyone. This was not the way she had pictured living her life. So she dropped the bow. Now the fight was fair. Beside her she sensed Angel’s confusion. But that was of little importance to her. She threw the first punch as Brent came into her range. He dropped like a fly, unconscious from the hit. Tony surprised Rouge, as he wielded a knife against her. She braced her herself for the hit, but in that moment, Angel stepped in and blocked his strike. It was there in the pale moonlight as she was hidden behind his large form, that Rouge noticed his strong set jaw and handsome features. She had not noticed before as it was pitch black out. It was during this distraction that she had not noticed, Jeremy standing there. Before she could say a word, Angel knocked her out of the way, just as the sound of a gun went off. For some unknown reason, this enraged her and with hasty ease, she grabbed her bow and put an arrow through his heart. All was silent for a moment as she stared Tony down.
   “You will see me again, Rouge.”
    And with that he was gone, as other voices neared the area she was in. She ran over to Angel, and found that he had been shot, in the left leg. She ripped a piece of her flannel shirt, and bound it tightly around his leg as he groaned heavily.
   “I don’t need your help. I’m fine,” he mumbled as he rolled to his side and awkwardly tried to stand. This only resulted in agonizing pain as he let out a yelp and fell over again.
     “Sure you are. In the meantime I’m going to blindfold you and get you to safety.”
    “Wait, what? Blindfold me? What for,” he protested.
   “I’m taking you to my place, but you mustn’t know where it is, or I shall have to kill you. So what shall it be?” She waited impatiently as the mob neared. She didn’t like the idea of him coming to her home, so gave up and started walking away.
   “Alright, fine! Blindfold me.”

    Rouge stood still for a moment, debating what to do. If she killed him, then there was no way of her being found-ever. But who was she to judge a man she didn’t even know? So she helped him to his feet. She then wrapped his arm around her neck and guided him to where she had created her home. Hoping against hope, she hadn’t walked right into a trap.