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As ye go, preach, saying, The kingdom of heaven is at hand. KJV Matthew 10:7 -- I will give unto thee the keys of the kingdom of heaven: and whatsoever thou shalt bind on earth shall be bound in heaven: and whatsoever thou shalt loose on earth shall be loosed in heaven. KJV Matthew 16:19 -- Ye are come … unto the city of the living God, the heavenly Jerusalem, and to an innumerable company of angels, KJV Hebrews 12:22 On my servants and on my handmaidens I will pour out in those days of my Spirit; and they shall prophesy: KJV Acts 2:18 -- That your faith should not stand in the wisdom of men, but in the power of God. KJV 1 Corinthians 2:5 --

Pastor's Corner

Sometimes things happen in life and you respond to them without thinking. Then when you have a moment of repose you play the scene back, like a director viewing an actor in the scene, and you see something that you didn’t see during the event.
That’s the way it was with me the other day. I was driving home from work and traffic was crawling up the hill. I jumped from the slow lane to the moving lane instinctively. A few moments later I was under a freeway underpass and saw, for the first time, the traffic problem. Three extremely expensive, high powered, brand new, very shiny, sleek sports cars and one cop car took up the jammed lane. CRUNCH, CRUNCH, CRUNCH. All three cars were munched! The reason was clear. Left turn lane, under a freeway in a 35 mile an hour lane and no clear access to turn left. Gorgeous the Red had struck parked Dazzling the Black right into Indy 500 Yellow! I’m sure no one was smiling.
Well, I know I wasn’t. As I drove by this travesty of traffic I found myself sighing deeply. I said to myself, "My, my what a tragedy. All those incredible cars! All those wonderful cars all cracked up. What a tragic sight." As I drove on I felt such sorrow for the drivers. Their beautiful sunny day had just been turned into financial and personal gray. I fell sorry for the creatures of transportation. "POOR BABIES", I said to myself. And I thought of the dollars it would take to fix them, and the traumas the owners would have to face. I thought of the poor driver who started it all. I thought about how their ‘pride’ had all been hurt; people passing by gawking at their cars -- something I’m sure they only wanted done when they were in perfect condition. I drove away just wagging my head.
A little while later, I don’t remember exactly when, someone kicked on the movie camera of my mind and the scene replayed. I saw it all over again. I felt it all over again. I sighed. And then somewhere in the recesses of my subconscious (maybe even from my spirit, ya think) I get this uneasy feeling that something was wrong. ME! I was wrong! Then it hit like a drop of acid burning through the film of my memory destroying the scene. I was feeling bad for THE CARS.
What about the peoples lives! Had I prayed for the souls as I went by? Had I even considered that someone inside one of those cars could have had broken legs, spine out of place, trauma to the head, or worse? Had I even considered that the souls might be in shock? I ought to have thought of THEM first; not the stupid cars! I SHOULD HAVE PRAYED. And so it is when conviction strikes; all you can do is choke… and go to God… and say, "Sorry Boss!".
Anthony J. Massotti Th.M., Th.M. 7/02/2000


The other night I was sitting on my balcony. It was dark, being only about two in the morning. A soft glow of streetlight and moonlight enlightened me. Down below in the yard, where darkness was stronger, and eyesight could barely see, I heard the rustling of something living. "Squirrel, raccoon, person, some other animal", I wondered to myself. Then, from within the shadows, I see a shadow moving. Slowly, cautiously, yet with specific determination, out of the darkness comes an old friend; one of the local neighborhood’s roving felines. It was a friend -- with whom I have often shared a purr, a pet, and a bowl of kitty crunches. He loves our kitty crunchies!
He quickly comes up the stairs. Confident, determined, and hungry. We sit for a bit. He eats. I pet. He purrs. All is contentment and peace. Then, in the midst of a crunch, His Highness of Furriness jumps! He turns. He listens. Slowly he moves away from the table. Slowly he focuses his attention on sounds heard a distance away from his place of serenity. There is no enemy HERE, but he senses that something is not "right." Something new has come to disturb his tranquility.
He quickly moves to the railing of the balcony to look down the street. He points his nose and twitches his tail. He is alert! He is on duty! He has to know: FRIEND OR FOE.
I slowly stepped to the banister and peeked around the corner down the street. "What do you see, ole’ friend?, I said with wonder. "What did you hear?" I look where his nose is pointing. There! Down the street. Two men have just come out of a house and are barely talking in the night. I have to strain to hear what I had not heard just moments before. Neighbors! "Nothing to fear today, eh, ole’ cat?", I said laughingly. But I can’t but notice that HE is not at peace. He is still standing guard.
In the flash of a moment he turns. He runs down the stairs. He stops -- frozen and still. Then he slowly walks, one step at a time toward them. He wants to know more. He has to know more. It is in his nature. And it is NIGHT after all. And things may NOT be what they seem!
As he vanished into the brush to hide and watch -- he never did emerge from the brush to go down the street in plain sight -- I hear in my heart the echo of a verse and the stirring of a Holy Spirit lesson. The verse said:
Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil, as a roaring lion, walketh about, seeking whom he may devour: (KJV) --1 Peter 5:8
And the lesson felt? REMEMBER THE CAT! He understands VIGILANCE! The endtimes are no place for the saint who is not paying attention with ALL his spiritual senses! It’s how an alley cat -- a creature who is not tamed by this world-- survives! You do want to survive, don’t you?
Anthony J. Massotti Th.M., Th.M. 7/16/2000

Original Quote by Pastor Anthony The Faster I Go, The More The Tortoise Is Ahead Of Me!" -- The Hare
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