The Trail of the Dragon will follow Lucifer through history — by way of the Mirror of Alaythia — as he attempts to build his one world alliance of human beings, along with his celestial and angelic minons.  Will Race and his friends find the amulet and locate the Ark of the Covenant before Lucifer.  Follow Race across time in the this face paced and exciting sequel to The Ruins of Rahab.

ARE YOU TELLING “YOUR” WORLD THAT HE DIED FOR THEM?

I believe the Judgment Seat of Christ is going to be an amazing time for those who have been active, in their physical bodies, as to the purpose of God.  The purpose of this book is to give you the tools you need to be a successful “son of God” while in your eartHly body.  Think about going to heaven, standing at the Judgment Seat of Christ, turning around and seeing the throngs of people that you touched with the Word of God.  WOW!!  Now that’s a — Celebration!!

Mark D. Harrell

The keys that unlock the Bible can be found at:  www.v2tm.wordpress.com.  The “myspace” site is no longer in use because of the “stuff” that came along with using that site.

The 7^th Dispensation Begins:  “There Goes The Bride”

Secrets of Tomorrowland is a fictional account of five friends who are about to be caught up in the frenzied events that will lead to the culmination of humanity, on this earth, as we have known it for the last seven thousand years.  The names and places are fictional (although I know people with these names), but the events are based on Biblical truth.

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-Millions Disappear- 

The Bible Study…December 21^st, 2020

Presently, five friends are attending a Bible study group at Ken’s home. Ken is in his mid 50’s with slightly receding hairline, but is in pretty good shape for a man of his age. You can tell he works out and takes good care of himself.  Ken has recently begun a place of worship based in homes; he is facilitating exciting studies on the rapture of the church, while delving a little into end time prophecy.  He has just finished explaining the difference between the rapture of the church and the second coming (the visible return of the Lord); he is being met with mixed emotions.  Let’s join the conversation as it is unfolding?

“You mean to tell me,” Tristan blurted while sitting up on the edge of his seat.  “You mean to tell me that people are just going to disappear into thin air… instantaneously… sometime in the near future?  That’s just too unbelievable!  It sounds like some kind of cult or brainwashing scam to me.  How can anyone with a grain of intelligence get duped by that kind of junk?” 

Even though Tristan knows the whole gang, he is new to the Bible study.  He’s finding it difficult to digest all of the new information.  His background is spiritually eclectic; absolute truth is thought to be for the weak-minded and uneducated.  Bekka, one of Andrea’s best friends, invited Tristan to the study.  She has been searching for purpose in life, and thought it would be a good idea to share the information she was learning with Tristan. 

Ken calmly answers Tristan’s question by holding his Bible in his lap.  With the palms of his hands underneath giving it support, he scoots forward in his chair and says, “Tristan, you have a choice to make.  You can believe that God told you the truth when he said He would preserve every word of the Bible, or you can believe that God is a liar, and that everything in the Bible is some well put-together concoction of lunatics.  And all the inspired writers would have had to be in it together; they all agree.”

“I don’t think it’s all a lie.  I believe some of it.”  Tristan leaned back on the couch and ran the fingers of both hands through his floppy sandy-blonde hair.  Ken chuckled to himself.  He immediately thought of the beach boys when Tristan walked in the door that evening, and it just hit him as a little funny.

“Well, you have to believe all of it, or none of it.  It is a total package from beginning to ending; it doesn’t make sense any other way,” responded Ken.  “Tristan, think about it this way.  You are at bat in a baseball game; the pitch has been thrown, there are two strikes, three balls and it’s in the bottom of the ninth inning.  The choice is yours whether or not to take a swing.  It is your decision to make up your mind if what I am saying is a strike.  But, be careful; your eternal destiny resides on what you do with the Word of God.  Hey, I don’t believe there is a lot of time left.  All I am asking is that you think through what we’ve talked about and make a decision before it is too late.  OK?”

Ken sits back while Connor weighs in on the discussion.  “Yes… If what Ken says is true – and I believe it is – then tough times are on the horizon.  You’ve got to realize that if you’re left behind at the rapture the rules are going to change.  It will be rough sledding for those who miss the catching away of the church.”

 Connor opens his Bible to Hebrews six. He shows Tristan that during the tribulation you can’t turn from your faith; the rules change.  If you turn from your faith – you will lose it.  He goes on to show Tristan that it will be impossible to “renew it again” during this time of tribulation.  After saying his piece, Connor bows his head and begins to weep for Tristan.  Connor was a star athlete, so the group knew that this subject weighed heavily on his heart if it brought him to tears.  They had never seen him cry before, not even when he broke his collarbone during the State Championship soccer match in high school.  He didn’t tell anyone it was broken until the match was over; he even scored the winning goal with seven seconds remaining.

Andrea chimes in and says, “Hey guys. Back off just a little – OK.  You’re smothering him.  He’ll make a decision to accept Christ when he’s good and ready.”

“OK.  I’ll do as you ask, but remember…you may not have as much time to make up your mind as you think.  Don’t let Satan convince you to put it off until it’s too late. I’m here for you…no matter what!”  Ken had a compassionate smile curling on his lips.

As they are gathering their notebooks and Bibles in preparation to leave, Bekka says, “Yea…I mean… I know you guys want us to believe what you do, but it’s foolish to think that the world is going to end today.  I think ya’ll say that stuff to scare us into agreeing with you anyway.” 

Everyone turned around because they could not believe that Bekka had just voiced her  opinion.  Bekka was 5’4”, 104 lbs soaking wet with a Brittany Spears hairstyle – except that she is a brunette. 

“What?” enquired Bekka as she noticed everyone staring at her.

“Nothing — it’s just odd hearing you put your two cents worth into any serious discussion.  You usually keep to yourself about these things,” replied Maverick with a quirky smirk on his face.

Connor, never one to let a comment drop to the floor, brings the focus back to Bekka’s previous statement and says, “No.  I really believe what the Bible says.  It has never been proven wrong, and it is in complete agreement from beginning to ending. The only prophecies that haven’t been fulfilled are those still in the future.  Look – you guys are my friends.  We’ve shared a lot together.  I don’t want you to miss out on all that Jesus has in store for those who accept his free gift of salvation.  Please think about it, and make your decision as soon as possible.  The Bible says that our life is a vapour that appears for a moment and then vanishes away.  We are not promised a tomorrow like today.  Everything can change without notice.”

Maverick, who has been somewhat quiet until now, looked over to Ken with a thoughtful expression.  “You’ve given me a lot to think about.  I will look into this Bible stuff a little more seriously.”

As they were getting up to leave Ken hollers, “Hey guys, come back for a minute!”  Ken waited for them to return to the den and told them he almost forgot something very important. “Before you leave I have something to show you.”  Ken was standing next to the coffee table.  He reached down and picked up a DVD case and held it up so they all could see.  “This is a DVD that will answer any question you may have about what is happening.”

“What do you mean by – what’s happening?”  Bekka had a confused look on her petite face.

Ken answers her by explaining what he meant. “If the rapture happens before we see each other again, I want you to know that things will be a little topsy-turvy in the world for awhile.  When this happens, and you are looking for answers… come to my home.  I won’t be here, but you can have my house, my car, and all my earthly possessions…but most of all…watch this DVD.  It will be lying here on the coffee table when you need it.  I hope you won’t be here, but if you are – please watch this before you do anything else.”

“Now you’re really freaking me out!” Andrea was holding the top of her head with her fingers intertwined.  “Let’s get out of her before something really weird happens.  I’m thinking a Latte would be good about now.  Why don’t we pile in Tristan’s Jeep and head over to the Cardiac Coffee Shoppe over on the main drag and chill for awhile.”

All five got their belongings together, said their goodbyes to Ken, jumped into Tristan’s Jeep, and took off toward the Coffee Shoppe that was located on the main drag for a little down time.

The Cardiac Coffee Shoppe

The Cardiac Coffee Shoppe was well known for its wide selection of coffee, specialty coffee, teas, extraordinary array of sweets, the latest of every type of gaming system available on the market on the upper deck, fireplace in the middle of the log cabin style lower level, and I-net hookups all around the circumference of the Coffee Shoppe.  It had about everything a person would want or need in order to just hang out.  They arrived at the Shoppe with its usual hustle and bustle of activity and ordered their favorite beverages.  Of course, Andrea had to get the double fudge brownie to go with her favorite drink – the triple caffeine white chocolate mocha.  Everyone in the group began to sigh because they knew it was going to be an evening full of vibrant and superfluous conversation.

After some light-hearted talk, Tristan kick starts a serious discussion by saying that he thought the whole rapture gig was a little far-fetched.  “I’ve heard people talking about Armageddon my whole life, but nothing has ever happened.  I think it’s just going to keep going and going like it always has.  Kind’a like the pink bunny in those battery commercials.”

“Tristan, don’t be too cocky,” replied Connor while trying to control his passion for the truth.  “What if it is true?  What if what Ken said is going to happen in the near future actually happens?  What will you do then?”

“We’ll, I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it.  Besides – it’s just a fairy tale anyhow.  I’m surprised that you really believe all that stuff.” 

They chatted for a longtime, and then Tristan got up to order a latte to go.  While rising from his seat he asks if anyone else wanted something to go, too, and they all tell him they’d had enough.  As Tristan leaves the table, Connor excuses himself to visit the little boy’s room before they leave the Coffee Shoppe.

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The Rapture

All hell breaks loose just as Tristan finished paying for his latte.  People in the Coffee Shoppe were screaming; a driverless car crashed through the window, fell on top and crushed a beautiful young woman that…just moments ago…was happily chattering with her friends at a table by the fireplace.

 Chaos Envelops The Planet (Back To The Café)

Tristan scrambles through, around and over the frenzied mob of people as he is trying to locate his friends.  He looks across the room – where just a moment ago people had been involved in relaxing conversation – to find Bekka and Andrea covering their heads with their arms, while hiding under a table, to protect them from debris that was flying around the room.  Tristan runs over, notices that the guys are not with them and asks where Maverick and Connor had gone.  With a confused and frightened look on her face, Bekka tells Tristan that Maverick had just left for the bathroom to see if Connor was OK.  Just as Bekka finished talking, Maverick comes running over to the table looking like he had just seen a ghost.

“Connor’s gone!”  Maverick was running to them with an exasperated look on his face.

“What do you mean by…he’s gone?” cried Andrea waiting for some kind of reasonable explanation!

“I ran into the bathroom, checked every stall, but the only thing I could find were his clothes.  I found them crumpled on the ground…on top of one another…as if they just fell off of him.”  Maverick lifted Connor’s clothes up and showed them the evidence of his crazy claim.  “I’m not exactly sure what has just happened, but I think we need to go directly to Ken’s house and take him up on his offer.  I think this fits his description of topsy-turvy.”

Maverick and Tristan reached down to give the girls a lift out from under the tables, and started making their way through the debris, and out to their vehicle. The sight of Tristan’s Jeep crushed beneath an LTL trailer greeted them when they stepped outside of the Café.  His car was totaled.  Tristan ran over to his car, ran his hands over the mangled frame, and stood motionless while looking at the remains of this brand new vehicle.  After helping Tristan compose himself, the group retrieved the valuables from his Jeep and began walking toward Ken’s house; it was only a couple miles southwest of the Cardiac Café.

 Utter Devastation And Mass Confusion

The smell of gasoline fires and the stench of burning flesh hung in the air as they walked down a street that looked more like the aftermath of a war-zone.  The wreckage of cars and mangled bodies strewn on the street and sidewalks was a sight for which the four friends were totally unprepared.

Before they can acclimate themselves to the situation at hand, a young lady runs up and grabs them by their clothing – practically ripping Tristan’s jacket off his shoulders.  She is weeping uncontrollably as she tells them that she can’t find her husband or her two children.  She told them that just moments before they had been on a family excursion to the park, and looked up to find herself alone in a car that was speeding out of control toward a telephone pole.  They noticed the blood soaking her clothes that was oozing from the deep gashes on her face and upper body.  They knew they could do little to help her, but tried to console her as much as possible until help arrived. It hit close to home when she said that her family was gone, but their clothing was lying on the seats exactly where they had been sitting before they vanished.  They immediately thought of Connor.

Out of nowhere, Maverick yells for them to move.  Unknown to everyone but Maverick, a truck was hurtling full-throttle toward them.  Bekka was the last to move and barely missed being run over by the driverless vehicle, but the young lady they were just consoling wasn’t so fortunate.  The truck had smashed into her just as she was turning around to see why Maverick was shouting. They knew she was dead before they ran over to the wreckage; the truck crashed into a drug store, and she was trapped between the wall of the building and the grill of the truck.  Weeping, they left her remains to the ambulance that had just arrived on the scene.

They continued walking through the downtown area on their way to Ken’s home, and caught glimpses of news reports, displayed in store windows, that were pouring in from around the world.  The news was reporting total devastation on a global scale, but that America seemed to be the country that had suffered the most.

Maverick pushed them into the store so they could hear the reports more clearly.  The news continued to report that political leaders from around the world had disappeared, and the planet was on the verge of anarchy.  The news agencies were urging their listeners to try and stay as calm as possible while the remaining political leaders put together a plan to bring stability to the world.  The news anchor, while choking back her tears, said martial law was going to be enforced immediately.  She continued that thought by explaining that everyone had to be indoors by eight pm every night.  She said that the situation was so grave that anyone out after the eight pm curfew would be shot; no questions asked.

The news continued to report that the executive committee of the U.N. was being called together in order to put together a plan to restore world order, and that they would keep everyone informed on their progress.

“I can’t believe this is happening!” They looked over and saw Tristan staring blankly at the plasma screen.

Andrea agreed and said, “We need to get to Ken’s house, and as quickly as possible.”  They all nodded their heads in agreement, walked out of the store and headed toward 1327 Third Loop Road in order to find some answers to the chaos that was enveloping the world.

 The DVD

After what seemed to be a lifetime, they arrived at Ken’s home.  They walked through an unlocked front door, and just as Ken said – he was nowhere to be found.  Andrea said she was thirsty; she walked into the kitchen to get a cola.  When she came back she had a stunned look on her face.

“What’s the matter with you, Andrea?”  Bekka asked as she noticed Andrea’s peculiar actions.

“Ken’s clothes are lying on the floor too.  Just like Connor’s.  I know they are his because they are the same clothes he had on at the Bible study earlier this evening,” answered Andrea. 

The group followed Andrea to the kitchen, and just as she’d said – Ken’s clothes were lying on the floor as if he’d just … poof … disappeared into thin air.  After a long silence Andrea said, “Guys…I’ve heard a little about this stuff from Connor…but I don’t know enough to help us deal with what’s going on right now.”

“I agree!  We ought to play the DVD that Ken said is on the coffee table so we can try to get a handle on things,” said Maverick as he was walking over to the living room table to get the DVD.  The group met Maverick in the living room just as he was picking up the DVD, removing the disk and sliding it into the tray of the DVD player.  No one knew what to expect, and they were all quietly staring at the TV with inquisitive expressions of varying degrees pasted on their faces.  Andrea was lying down with her chin perched in her hands, and her elbows resting on the floor.  Maverick sat down in the recliner while Bekka and Tristan were getting comfortable on the edge of the love seat just as Ken’s face appeared on the screen and began speaking.

**This book is half complete!!

Prologue

The Sphinx:  Cairo, Egypt

…During his fight, Hunter picked up a golden relic lying next to him on the floor and slammed it against the head of his attacker, knocking him unconscious.  While running to the door, he glanced back and spotted that Race was still in the throes of a struggle and that Quinn was lying unconscious on the floor.  Hunter watch while his friend was shoved hard against the side wall.  Race felt the small of his back come into contact with one of the notches protruding out of the wall, and was perplexed when his arm went backwards through a cavity the contact with the extension created.  A sharp pain coursed through his spine and, just when he though he couldn’t exert any more effort, his assailant dropped to the floor with a thud.  Race looked up and saw Hunter holding a shovel one of the men had brought into the room.

“That guy’s going to wake up with a one big migraine,” Race said as he rubbed his back and smiled at Hunter.  “Thank you, man.  I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“I know,” agreed Hunter as he grabbed Race by the shoulder to escort him out of the chamber.  “Let’s get out of here and find out if the girls are alright.”

“Sure thing…but let me check out this opening in the wall first.  I felt it release when that thug threw me against it like a rag doll.  Quinn is starting to get up.  Why don’t you help him while I investigate?”  Race turned around, reached into the wall and brought out a very old box covered in dust and cobwebs.  “What do we have here?  Maybe this wasn’t a wasted trip after all. I wonder if this is what they’ve been looking for all along.”

“Maybe so…but it’s probably just an old box,” Hunter said while helping Quinn to his feet and looking to the chamber opening for more unwelcome visitors.

“No…I really mean it.  They were searching for something significant; I think we found it.”  Race was running his hands over the small chest.  “Let’s get back to the hotel so we can open it and see what it is we unearthed.”

Hunter and Quinn reached the ladder that the man chasing the girls had retrieved during his pursuit of them and scurried to the top.  Race was nipping at their heels the whole way, making sure to keep his arms clamped securely on the cobweb covered box they accidentally discovered inside the secret room.  They had the car in sight, but Bree, noticing them first, was already running full-tilt in their direction. 

Race stopped in his tracks to absorb the impact as she ran into his arms, tears streaming down her face, her body convulsing as she allowed herself to be relieved of all the emotional trauma of the past few minutes…

…Yoni turned toward Race with a look of surprise. “You found what you were looking for, yes?”

“Yes…I think so, but it won’t mean anything if we can’t make it out of this pickle.  Do we have enough velocity for takeoff yet?”  Race asked with an anxious tone.

Gripping the steering controls and ignoring Race’s question, Yoni gave instructions for the group to hold tight.  Neither the cars nor the plane were intent on surrender.  The wheels started to leave the ground as the plane continued screaming in the direction of the oncoming vehicles.  With their arms covering their heads, Bree and M threw their faces in their laps as bullets began to riddle the side of the plane, with a few reaching the interior.  One bullet penetrated the top of Bree’s chair, precisely where her head had been situated just moments before.  The bullets continued their rampage on the rear of the aircraft as Yoni flew them into the welcoming arms of the horizon. 

It took a moment for the group to regain their composure.  Race, sitting next to Yoni, was the first to thank him for his quick thinking and excellent flying in the face of such adverse circumstances.  No one noticed that Quinn was grimacing and holding his arm; he was sitting on the bench to the rear of the plane, exactly where the bullets were making contact just seconds ago.  Blood was trickling between his fingers as he tightly held his right arm.  M looked over to check on Quinn and saw the blood.  She hurriedly unbuckled and kneeled in front of him, instinctively placing her hands over his.

“Are you okay?”  M asked.  She had tears welling up in her eyes.  Not just from the realization of Quinn’s wound, but also the traumatic situation they just experienced.

“I’m alright, I think,” Quinn answered still grimacing with pain.  “I don’t think I’m going to die, not yet anyways.”

“Good!”  M slapped Quinn on his good shoulder.  “Because, if you go and die…I’m going to kill you…do you understand me?  M was a serious.  You could see a solemn look in her tensed jaw.

“Okay…okay, I won’t ever die.  I promise,” said Quinn as M reached up and placed her hands on the sides of his head, gently kissing his forehead…

…Still holding the aged box securely underneath his arm, Race eagerly told everyone to immediately join him in the master bedroom.  He was already laying the time-weathered box on the bed and wiping off the cobwebs when the others met him in the room.  The size of the box was about eight inches high, one and a half feet long, and its length was twelve inches.  On the top of the box there was a simple carving of a tree – sort of like a maple – with a niche underneath for, what looked like, some kind of key.  Race began gently tracing his fingers around the box to locate an opening; he was looking for the slightest notch or indenture.  Other than the design of a tree and the slot for a key, there were no other carvings that could be seen; the box seemed to be impregnable.      

When turned on its side, Bree noticed an irregularity on the bottom of the box.  Race, Bree thought, had again failed to look for the obvious.  He had meticulously searched the top and sides of the box, but failed to turn it over and verify that nothing was strange about its underside.

“Let me try.” Bree reached out to take the box from Race, turning it over.  “I knew it.  Look right here…on the bottom right; do you see that?  It looks like some sort of slot.”

Sighs were heard around the room when Bree placed her finger inside the indenture and nothing happened.  Not one to give up so quickly, Hunter asked if he could give it a try.  Slowly, not knowing what to expect, Hunter slid his finger into the slot on the bottom of the box and experienced the same result – nothing…

…Race had a bizarre sensation in the pit of his stomach; he knew when he touched the slot on the bottom of the box that it would open.  He had waited his whole life for a moment like this and, now that it was upon him – he wasn’t sure he wanted to follow through.  The unknown could be a little alarming when it was plainly lying right in front of you.  He looked at the box for an extended moment, the others waiting with breathless anticipation.  He carefully slid the box closer to his knees and solicitously reached his hand forward with a certain amount of trepidation and anxiousness in the direction of the box.  In that moment, a bizarre emotion of déjàvu swept over his being.  The bed began to quake as Race moved his hand closer to the ancient box.  Everyone in the group looked at each other with a troubled stare in their eyes because of this highly unusual occurrence.  They could not observe any substantiation, but it felt as if spirits were soaring all around them.  But, nonetheless, they were convinced they were not unaccompanied in the room.             

A brilliant, multihued radiance began shooting out the crevices of the box as Race continued to inch his finger closer to the indenture.  Again, he looked up to the group for confirmation that he should persist.  A little further and there would be no turning back.  It was now unmistakable that a life-altering event was about to be revealed.  They all nodded their approval, but the face he was particularly paying attention to the most was that of Bree.  It was her assessment for which he was most concerned.  She gave a supportive nod to Race, they both returned their focus to the box that was shaking and emitting extraordinary colors from the slits on its side.  The entire room was overflowing with radiance. 

Suddenly and without forewarning, they heard the elevator door to their suite open as Race’s finger was only centimeters from the box.  Seconds later the locked door to the master bedroom was torn from its hinges and slammed to the floor, just missing M who was sitting on the edge of the bed. 

“Don’t open that box,” yelled Uriel as he and Gabe stormed into the room over the door they had just, with apparently no great effort, destroyed.  “We must wait until we are in a secure environment; we don’t have any idea what it is we have in our possession.”

**This book is almost finished.  Connor loves it (he’s twelve) and waits impatiently for me to complete each chapter so he can read it.  I’ll let you know when a PDF copy is available.

Thanks,

Mark Harrell

Table of Contents:

Chapter One: RU A Son of God? [What does it mean to be a Christian?]

Chapter Two: RU Aware? [What the statistics say about the church]

Chapter Three: RU Compassionate? [Do you really care about others?]

Chapter Four: RU Walking? [What does it mean to “walk” with God?]

Chapter Five: RU Growing? [The seven stages of Spiritual growth]

Chapter Six: RU Bearing Fruit? [What is our driving purpose on this earth?]

Chapter Seven: RU One? [What about the husband/wife relationship]

Chapter Eight: RU Approved? [Using your Bible in a powerful way]

Chapter Nine: RU A Steward? [Paul’s seven mysteries: What are they?]

Chapter Ten: RU Naked or Clothed? [Are you ready for the judgment seat?]

Chapter Eleven: RU Ready? [What do you do now that UR Ready?]

It’s now time to see what it means to… “Get Real!”

“Over time, some things that should have been remembered… were forgotten. History became legend… legend became myth.”
-Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Ring-

Chapter One

RU a Son of God?

John 1:12  But as many as received him, to them gave he power to become the sons of God, even to them that believe on his name:

John 1:13  Which were born, not of blood, nor of the will of the flesh, nor of the will of man, but of God.

Identity Theft

Let me ask you a question, if I may? Do you know who you are? I mean, do you really know what it means to be a son of God? Do you realize the power that is available to us being that we are children of the King? Do you comprehend the authority that lies in the statement of I John 4:4, as the Word of God expresses to us the incredible truth that greater is He that is in you, than he that is in the world? For some reason, I don’t think that the core of true Christianity understands who they are IN, OF, BY and THROUGH Christ.

You Are a Son of God (Temet Nosce)

I could exegete this principle and go as deep as you would care to go, but that’s not the purpose of this book. I don’t seek to impress you with any knowledge that I might possess, but I do desire that you gain an understanding of God’s purpose for your life.  That purpose has everything to do with what it means to “know thyself.” I will give you the principle to start off and then I will leave it up to you to flesh out the rest for yourself. If you’re “supping” (fellowshipping) with Christ, then I know you will do just that.

Son of God #1: (Job 2:1 / Job 38:7)

The first sons of God in the Bible, or history, were the angels. Angels were specially created beings that were given the privilege and responsibility to glorify God in the universe. But guess what? They failed in that purpose (Revelation 12:4) when they followed Lucifer in his rebellion against the mountain of God. At that point, they sealed their eternal destinies.

Son of God #2: (Luke 2:38)

The next son of God to show up in history, and in the Bible, is Adam. The Bible tells us in Luke 3:38 that Adam was a son of God. Adam was a special creation by God and was given the privilege and responsibility to be fruitful, multiply and replenish the earth. Well, before he could get rolling with God’s plan for his life, Adam allowed his wife to be seduced by the serpent and…you know the rest of the story…he failed in his commission.

Son of God #3: (John 3:16)

There were no more spiritual sons of God on the earth for the subsequent four thousand years…until…the birth of Jesus Christ. Jesus was the third, Biblical and historical, Son of God. But observe the difference. This Son of God came to earth as a special creation (virgin birth), but his purpose was to give his authority to all those who willingly ingested the truth of his sacrificial atonement on the cross.

Tag! You’re it!

God gave man the opportunity to show that he could attain righteousness on his own, but each time he failed miserably in his dispensational choice (stewardship). The Lord makes an amazing statement in John 17:4 when he says, “I have glorified thee on the earth: I have finished the work which thou gavest me to do.” The crucial aspect of this statement rests in the fact that Jesus hadn’t died on the cross yet. If dying wasn’t “the work” he came to accomplish, what was? The answer is astonishingly simple; He came to give us spiritual power to overcome the false reality and bring others into that same realization.

We can’t do it alone; God knew that.  That’s a major reason why He sent his only begotten Son; He was sent to equip a group of men (disciples), who would equip a group of people (disciples), who would equip a group of people (disciples) – etc, etc, etc. Think about it! If Jesus came, lived, died and rose from the dead without equipping people to carry on the purpose of why He came, what good would it have been to come to earth in the first place? Jesus told us that “as my father hath sent me, even so send I you.” Guess what? Because you are a son of God, the Lord says to you…TAG, YOU’RE IT!

Son of God #4:

John 1:12 states, “But as many as received Him, to them gave He power to become the sons of God, even to them that believe on His name: which were born, not of blood, nor of the will of the flesh, nor of the will of man, BUT OF GOD.” When you look over the doorpost of your life and see the words “Temet Nosce,” remember that you are a son of God endowed with power from above, so that you can overcome the false reality, as you rescue minds from the possession of the dragon! If you are a son of God, the Lord trusts you to be “The One” who makes an eternal difference in the lives of others. Therefore, as you begin to understand who you are in Christ, it is time to take the steps that lead to true spiritual growth.

There are four principles that will guide you as you come to the realization of what it means to be a son of God. I would like to briefly touch on those principles right now. These principles are vital!  Yea, they are indispensable to the proper functioning of a son of God as he confronts the powers of the matrix.

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