My Master, the Spirit, Son, and Father, has bestowed upon me such limitless joy that I might fulfill my purpose in forever singing His rightful praises with every instrument He has afforded me to manage. He has blessed me so deeply, so intimately, so profoundly, that I have no greater satisfaction than expressing Him as fully as my being is capable. I am so happy, so energized, and so excited for this unending life of boundless pleasure that I will declare Him even from my very mitochondria, for He is the powerhouse of me.
Now that He has given me everything I want, I want only to please Him more. And one of the ways I do so is by reaching out to His sheep. So I would like to offer you all this treasure, His truth and reality in the present. This is sacred knowledge, something so many have sought yet could not attain for their distance from the generous Father; it pertains to euphoria.
I am redeemed, but I've tried ecstasy and cocaine more than once. Each provided only one experience as advertised, with the remaining attempts seeming to be useless duds. Let me tell you about ecstasy first.
I took the pill and wondered some minutes later if I got scammed. Then in an instant, an artificial smile filled my face as though it were pulled tight, while only the word "wonderful" rolled around in my mind as everything appeared brighter and better, but without any meaning in it all. I thought it felt quite good and I had a very pleasant night of manic dancing in front of a speaker that was taller than I and far too loud.
Cocaine was different. I obtained a bag of particularly pure substance and promptly had 'two lines', as though it were a serving size. I felt deep pleasure and confidence. It was a high energy positivity without the mania but some curious alterations of inhibition I would not normally appreciate. It was so enjoyable, I feared developing addiction and promptly flushed the rest while still narcotically influenced.
Some of you may be familiar with these experiences. Those are my true experiences of illicit drugs (the 'hardest' variety the Lord brought me through).
When the Father caused me to be born anew to a life of hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, and I came to see my imperishable, unsullied, and unfading inheritance being kept safe for me in heaven, everything changed. My eternal life had just begun. And my Savior is glorious, glorious, glorious.
I tell you the truth! The pleasure of the presence of Jesus Christ and His indwelling spirit at first approached ecstasy, but then so far exceeded it in every way. He gives me energy and joy without exhaustion, only appropriate exertion balanced with rest, something cocaine can only mimic briefly and without any good result.
He is my meaning, my roots, my origin, my purpose, my inheritance, my treasure... There are so many words for Him and every one is good! He is worth everything because He is everything! I desire nothing but what comes from His hand, and I desire every thing that comes from His hand.
Now that He has given me everything I want, I want only to please Him more. And one of the ways I do so is by reaching out to His sheep. So I would like to offer you all this treasure, His truth and reality in the present. This is sacred knowledge, something so many have sought yet could not attain for their distance from the generous Father; it pertains to euphoria.
I am redeemed, but I've tried ecstasy and cocaine more than once. Each provided only one experience as advertised, with the remaining attempts seeming to be useless duds. Let me tell you about ecstasy first.
I took the pill and wondered some minutes later if I got scammed. Then in an instant, an artificial smile filled my face as though it were pulled tight, while only the word "wonderful" rolled around in my mind as everything appeared brighter and better, but without any meaning in it all. I thought it felt quite good and I had a very pleasant night of manic dancing in front of a speaker that was taller than I and far too loud.
Cocaine was different. I obtained a bag of particularly pure substance and promptly had 'two lines', as though it were a serving size. I felt deep pleasure and confidence. It was a high energy positivity without the mania but some curious alterations of inhibition I would not normally appreciate. It was so enjoyable, I feared developing addiction and promptly flushed the rest while still narcotically influenced.
Some of you may be familiar with these experiences. Those are my true experiences of illicit drugs (the 'hardest' variety the Lord brought me through).
When the Father caused me to be born anew to a life of hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, and I came to see my imperishable, unsullied, and unfading inheritance being kept safe for me in heaven, everything changed. My eternal life had just begun. And my Savior is glorious, glorious, glorious.
I tell you the truth! The pleasure of the presence of Jesus Christ and His indwelling spirit at first approached ecstasy, but then so far exceeded it in every way. He gives me energy and joy without exhaustion, only appropriate exertion balanced with rest, something cocaine can only mimic briefly and without any good result.
He is my meaning, my roots, my origin, my purpose, my inheritance, my treasure... There are so many words for Him and every one is good! He is worth everything because He is everything! I desire nothing but what comes from His hand, and I desire every thing that comes from His hand.
