Getting back into the swing of things

So, as I mentioned in my last brief post, I had been in a psych ward recently. Well, some of that followed me home in a bit of a naive decision to be a roommate with someone I had met in the ward. It caused some headaches and definitely stretched my faith and character.

My mentor and senior pastor tells me (and it is true) that I can still exercise too much selfishness. The last two years of my life have been pretty selfish – I was leeching off the VA and SSDI without much to show other than progress toward a 4 year degree. I am moving into a season where I can begin to exercise some degree of normalcy over how my day to day living is, the first time that’s been true really since having a job back toward the end of 2011. I am looking forward to building healthy habits such as having time to write, time to read, time to play music, time to work out, time to learn how to cook and shop for healthy food, and things of that nature.

It certainly wouldn’t hurt to find a godly man who needs a roommate but isn’t as crazy as I sometimes am or at least have the potential to be (certified 100% by the VA!)

Thanks to everyone who followed this blog and I hope to get back to you.


Still alive

I tried to post this earlier but got hindered somehow.

Anyway, I was in the psych ward from 1/01/2015 to 1/24/2015. And that’s why I couldn’t post. Sorry about that. Anyway, you get the point by now I’m sure. So I will end this quickly.

Just want to be crystal clear this time! Ha ha ha ha.

Still alive

I tried to post this earlier but got hindered somehow.

Anyway, I was in the psych ward from 1/01/2015 to 1/24/2015. And that’s why I couldn’t post. Sorry about that. Anyway, you get the point by now I’m sure. So I will end this quickly.

Just want to be crystal clear this time! Ha ha ha ha.

Out of the psych ward again

Sorry to everyone who followed me and I dropped off the face of the earth.

I was in the psych ward from 1/1/2015 – 1/24/2015 or so. More updates later, currently about to meet my outpatient nurse. She’s five minutes late. Discipline or grace? Guess she needs grace on this one!

Ha ha ha…

Still alive

Sorry I’ve not been active. Haven’t had reliable tools out in the field but I’m getting there.

We’re all in this together.

Consider thanking the next veteran you see for their service not just in word but thought and deed too. You’ll both be blessed I’m sure.

Here’s an old Marching Cadence Capt. Marlborough disciplined into me, back in “Okitraz,” hell on Earth, and remember… Believe to receive that the New Year will indeed be a happy one. Grace and shalom, faithful few.

Begin forwarded message:

From: John Donner
Date: December 20, 2014 at 12:06:33 AM PST
To: dean
Subject: That Marine chant I was telling you about

So apparently this was synthesized by me at some point and I even claim to have written a few stanzas (though I could no longer tell you which). I put the stanzas I had originally attributed to my old Company Commander in [brackets].

You can keep your Army khakis, you can have your Navy blues
But I’ve another breed of man to introduce to you
He may not be pretty, he may not be clean
But he goes by the name of United States Marine

We were born on a depot, the land that God forgot
The sand is 18 inches deep, the sun is blazing hot
We hump a hundred miles a day, it keeps us lean and mean
The Germans called us Devil Dog, our real name is Marine

[And when it comes to fighting, we even up the score
We pray to God every single night that he will end all war
And if I die in battle, then leave me where I lay
Continue to fight, with all your might, we’ll meet another day]

We died on the beach at Guadacanal and we died in Vietnam
We died in the mud at Belleau Wood and we died in Lebanon
In all of our battles over a million have come and gone
To honor our fallen brothers we will keep marching on

And when I get to heaven, to Saint Peter I will tell
Another Marine reporting sir, I’ve served my time in hell
And when I look around me, I will be glad to see
One hundred thousand other Marines standing next to me

Singing Marine…..
Our real name is Marine
Singing Marine…..
Our real name is Marine

[And now that we’re in heaven, our final resting place
St. Peter’s calling cadence and you know we’re keeping pace
We thought our job was over, they said you’ve got one more
And issued us a set of wings and flew us off to war

And on his second coming, I think Jesus will be seen
With a hand full of angels and a fist full of Marines
And when you see us coming, you better jump aboard
My eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord]

Singing Marine…..
Our real name is Marine
Singing Marine…..
Our real name is Marine

LCpl JWD USMC Medically Sevranced

Three Important Disciplines

I left my house at 1000 or so and didn’t return until 0209, so I didn’t really have much of a chance to write anything today. Just out, as I claim to be (and whether you find me true in this claim is certainly up for debate) “living the Kingdom of YHWH now.” So, as situations arose and other people needed things, I obeyed, and that chain of obedience didn’t end until just now.

That being said, if I had to write about any of the disciplines that kept me sharp out there in the field, I’d say that there were three important ones I practiced – forgiveness, reconciliation and unity.

Why, as a body, does it seem like we’re always focusing on what’s wrong with one another and seeking to correct that? If a person has a ten point argument, and 5 are good points and 5 are bad, imagine what happens when you only focus on the negative ones and say nothing about the positive ones. You’re immediately reinforcing the negative points and causing the person to become defensive about them and SEEK OUT REASONS TO CONTINUE TO BELIEVE IN THEM rather than something more edifying. If you disagree with something, IGNORE IT, and then affirm what you DO agree about. The points people receive positive feedback for are the ones they’re going to develop further, focus on, and continue to talk about (since people like them)!

All three of the disciplines are at work in the paragraph above. Anyway, I understand this is a shorter post but I feel I’ve said all that really needs to be said, and while I might be able to lay all of this out with exact scriptural addresses for you to find it in…why not apply the scriptural discipline of testing the spirits for yourself, and seeing whether what the spirit is telling you about what I am saying can be confirmed through the witness of the 4000 year testimony of the Old Testament and the 2000 year old testimony of the New Testament?

And then, how about we come into more agreement by encouraging each other, working together, building each other up, and connecting… truly becoming “The King’s Church International?”

A Christmas Miracle

This is another piece I hammered out with a keyboard. Forgive me. I’ve been so busy recently I haven’t had the free time to myself as much to sit down and write the old fashioned way. First thing’s first: I was convicted by Proverbs 23:23 and Matthew 10:8 and realized I should not at all be charging a dime to people for them to access what I have written. If however THEY feel for whatever reason that they want to contribute to my life, I am leaving the patreon up (the same way you might see a paypal link on a twitch stream or something). At some near-future date I may also convert this wordpress domain into a “legitimate” one.

Anyway. I have had a tremendous battle going on for the greater part of five years concerning being diagnosed “Bipolar Type I” according to the wisdom and ways of man (and thus being treated in that same wisdom) and contending for the truth of the spiritual realities behind that diagnosis. I won’t go super into depth about it because it’s a topic a lot of people are very passionate about, but I will say that I was healed in the same way Yeshua would go about healing anyone.

I’ve been off my meds for about 7 months. I’ve been sort of “white” lying about it, to the VA and to some other people, just to avoid any number of things I had fears and worries about – ending up in the ward again, having my benefits cut off, all of those things. I realized I couldn’t go out and do the sorts of things I wanted to do nor accurately proclaim to the world that I am living in the Kingdom of YHWH and that the truth had set me free unless I rectified this situation.

The first thing to do was to honor the contractual agreement that I had with the VA, which I signed, which required me to “take medications as proscribed by my psychiatrist.” And so to honor that I contacted my assigned nurse and left a voice mail explaining that I was having symptoms in the natural that might lead a doctor who understands the theory of Bipolar Type I to be concerned that a “manic episode” was incoming. I said if I didn’t hear back from her, I’d check myself into the ER at the VA hospital after a church service last night (12/24).

She called me back a few hours later and we verbally re-negotiated my contract (with the understanding it was never legally binding in the first place) such that my treatment plan now includes no clause about needing to be on medications. Moreover, the VA understands my position that I do not think I am “disabled” nor that I should be the recipient of benefits afforded “disabled” persons, but has decided to continue to bless me with them for the time being.

There may come a day when I am found “0% disabled” and my benefits are cut off, and I have full faith in the father to provide for me no matter where I am or what I am doing (Proverbs 3), so I do not fear that day. In a way, I kind of look forward to it.

What was your Christmas Miracle this year?