Abortion is nothing more than human sacrifice on the altar of convenience.
It is no different than pagan sacrifice of infants in ancient rituals,
where people would sacrifice their infants for good crops, prosperity, etc…

You can help end abortion in America. Over 50 million unique individual humans have been killed one at a time since roe vs. wade

Their blood cries out from the ground. When will the righteous stand and tolerate this no longer?

Please consider sponsoring the end of abortion. http://bound4life.com/patriots
How much is a human life worth to you?

Timothy Luce

NOTE: I have no formal affiliation with Bound4Life, but I believe in their work! They are doing a great work.

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hi guys we have posted 20+ sessions from onething 2007 on the podcast: onething 2007 podcast files
enjoy!!!!
Special Thanks to Matt White for typing out all the summary info for me.

KEEP THE FLAME!!!!

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While at onething 2007, (@ IHOP in Kansas City, MO) I spent a good bit of time in the prayer room reading Rick Joyner’s book the Final Quest. It rocked my world!

My life course has been greatly impacted by this book (and I thought I was on fire before).

I would love to hear what this book has done in other people’s lives.
Post your comments below. (things are still settling out for me, but in a few weeks I will be able to comment more in detail about how this book changed my daily routine. The story of Angelo really hit me hard.)

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ADDED 1/23/08

Thirteen Stories

With tears streaming down my face, I stand up and exit the prayer room, I have had all I can handle for now. His presence is so overwhelming I have to give my skin-suit a break from the intensity, besides I need to go find him… I head out into the corridor, gain my bearings and beeline for the door. My mind is racing, I hope he is still around – the homeless man we bought soup for the other day.
At a brisk pace I head for the last place I saw him, the food court we eat at, about a half mile away. The sound of my shoes on the snow and ice remind me that he was only wearing “Crocs” and it can’t be more than 20 degrees out here. Why was I content to just buy him food the other day, instead of at least attempting to engage him in conversation? I had told myself that I didn’t want to make him uncomfortable, which was true, but if I was homeless wouldn’t I have enjoyed a conversation with someone who would treat me like a fellow human. I remembered how someone had came up to me and praised me for buying him lunch. Why do I like it so much when people notice the “good works” I do. Pride, I hate it.
I’m almost there, at least he has the food court to go and get warm in, I think to myself. I turn the corner, OH, NO, the door’s locked! They closed a half hour ago. Where can he be? I know, I’ll circle the block, maybe he’s tucked into a doorway somewhere. I’m out of breath now, and my lungs are starting to ache. I circle the block. Man, this is a long way around. He’s nowhere to be seen.
As I make my way back to Bartle Hall where onething is held, I reflect on what sent me on this hike in the cold. While in the prayer room I was reading the book “The Final Quest “ by Rick Joyner. I had just finished the story about Angelo, a homeless man that God had given Rick a vision of, so that he would reach out to him in the park. However, Rick had forgotten the vision, and when he actually saw the man in the park, he had brushed him off as a “religious nut” being used by Satan to turn people off from God. God had intended Rick to reach out to the man and mentor him. My mind goes to God’s exaltation of Angelo in Heaven, and how the “last shall be first” now meant so much more to me than the watered-down “last in line at the fellowship dinner” concept this verse had been reduced to for me.
As I re-enter Bartle Hall and head back into the prayer room, my heart burns for the encounter to continue. The Holy Spirit has been stripping me bare, and exposing the complete depravity of my condition.

The heart is deceitful above all things,
and desperately wicked: who can know it?
Jeremiah 17:9

It is a beautiful thing – this unadulterated conviction, a force that brings true change.
But that’s just a glimpse of my story at onething, and there were thirteen of us in all.

onething is the annual gathering (sponsored by IHOP.org) of young adults from around the world seeking God through prayer, worship, teaching and impartation.
This year thirteen SEEKERS and workers went seeking an encounter with our great King. We were not disappointed.

Recommended reading, “The Final Quest” by Rick Joyner. (non-fiction)

Timothy Luce

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