This is a brand new short story called “Living an illusion – embracing the default ignoring the divine.” It’s a fictional (and disturbing) account that reveals what it may be like for many people at the time of death and the events which happen once they have crossed over to the other side. In this tale, we meet a man named John who has just passed away and is greeted by a spiritual messenger named Cassiel to which the conversation becomes very interesting, to say the least. My intention of writing this short story was not to be comical or sacriligious, (to me this is a very serious subject) but is rather a result of my own uneasiness about the chances of missing eternal life. Instead of a fairy tale, this is more like a parable where we can relate to what is being said and sense what the character is feeling. Recently, I was reading the newspaper and saw a nationally syndicated comic strip making fun of this very topic. They were portraying a bearded man standing in front of heavens gates and a long line of people waiting to go in. He said that heaven was overbooked and they were giving generous travel vouchers to anyone who would be willing to spend eternity in hell (?). Now, I do not consider myself a prude but this is simply NOT funny! It just proves that many individuals believe that God is joking and the Bible does not mean what it says, (if they belive in God at all). Over the years I have researched and written many articles about what the Christian life requires and how it should be lived with fear and trembling and I am convinced now more than ever that only a very few saints will cross the threshhold of the pearly gates. It’s true, we will all stand before the Almighty ond day and I can assure you, no one will be laughing. May the Lord continue to give us His wisdom and understanding.
LIVING AN ILLUSION
EMBRACING THE DEFAULT – IGNORING THE DIVINE
By William F. Holland Jr.
We have heard and been taught that every person which has ever lived will someday stand before God and have a discussion about the life they lived. Many will argue and deny this is a summary of the meaning of life, but for the most part, the majority will agree this is true to some extent. The default life is an existence that requires no spiritual discipline, sacrifice, or yielding of the will. This is a worldview that does not have to do anything but relax and be perfectly content to float down the river so to speak, to enjoy all that life has to offer and take a dangerous chance about God and the next dimension. On the other hand, the Christian life is about searching and learning what God requires and being willing to accept the call to become a devoted disciple of Jesus Christ. This life-changing decision has everything to do with yielding our mind, body, and soul to the Creator of heaven and earth. We also may agree this is definitely worth considering since He has promised with all certainty that He is The way, The truth, and The life. Many Bible scholars are convinced there are two divisions of judgments and both are directly associated with whether the individual falls into the categories of saved and lost. Even though there are many different levels of good and bad, the basic concept describes a certain number of souls who are spiritually born-again and are declared as being a child of the Most High or on the other side of the fence where we have those who reject the invitation to become a member of God’s family and thus are referred to as spiritually blind. The deeds that were committed or omitted in both camps are related to how everyone will be judged and are all connected to the final decisions that only God has the perfect wisdom to address.
With many years of listening and observing not only to the world but also within my own life, I have arrived at the conclusion that I am just as much of a philosopher as I am a minister. I see myself as a seeker and a messenger but also feel intimidated to not only wade into the deeper waters of reason and purpose but to teach and lead others into the way of Christ. I am a sinner and live according to the promise of God’s Word which invites me to embrace Him by faith and allow His grace to save me. I am grateful, to say that He looked beyond my fault and saw my need. Besides the Bible, I have also read the thoughts of many leaders and noticed that individuals who are committed to their calling are serious-minded, bold, and disciplined, yet at the same time filled with sorrow over a fallen humanity. I believe that Jesus was filled with compassion and mercy while also being honestly blunt and the huge difference is that He was not a hypocrite as humans tend to be. I do not desire to be remembered as someone who could talk about God but could not live for Him. What do you want to be remembered for? I have made terrible mistakes and taken some hard falls and it’s only with humility that is given by His endless mercy and that I can live and move and have my being. I proclaim my righteousness is as a filthy rag and if I have accomplished anything in my life that has eternal value, it was manifested through me by the one and only holy Almighty Father. What is my message? To cry from the housetops and stand in the middle of a busy highway if need be to warn a captive world being held in bondage about how Christ loves them and desires to set them free. To plead with all whom God will arrange with divine appointments about the dangers of accepting the default life and becoming satisfied to trade seventy or eighty years on earth for an eternity of terrible disappointment. The red devil with a pitchfork is not a joke and neither is the holiness of God who has always demanded honor, reverence, and respect. His offer for all to embrace His divine blueprint is the greatest gesture of compassion the world has ever known.
It is no secret that seekers of truth have lots of difficult questions. I guess the most important question at the end of life is how much truth did the seeker find and how much of it did they comprehend? It has been said that knowledge is merely the accumulation of informational facts but wisdom is the understanding of knowledge. Again, we use the idea of levels to describe just how far and how deep we will venture in our quest to know the mysteries and secrets about the meaning of our existence. The passion to discover these revelations seem to only matter to a small amount of the population and that is peculiar in itself, but nevertheless, we can agree as the fictional X-file agent Mulder used to say, “the truth IS out there.” Speaking of truth, with the help of technology we can receive a constant flow of communication from the world at the push of a button and most consider this as a blessing. However, what the masses do not realize is that all events are mixed with opinionated commentary that conforms the knowledge from their own personal perspective. In this light, things are not always the way they seem, thus the critical need for spiritual discernment. By the way, it appears that humans love to learn the dirt about others and then proceed to judge and council them according to their way of thinking, but are not willing to examine their own heart and accept their own advice. It’s much easier to tell everyone else what to do instead of dealing with our own denial and embracing the sacrifice of self-discipline.
This fictional dialogue between a man named John and a spiritual being named Cassiel is not meant to be condemning but rather as something to seriously consider. The doctrine that we are held accountable for our actions is not a strange or unreasonable idea but actually one of the basic fundamental pillars of the Christian faith. We can only speculate what happens after we die or what types of conversations we might encounter, but whatever the case, we do imagine we will have access to someone in this transition. We also have a brief example in Matthew chapter seven and verses 22 and 23 where Jesus describes people trying to convince Him of all the good religious things they have done and He concludes bluntly that He was not impressed. In fact, “depart from Me, I never knew you” indicates there are many people who are confused about the difference between religion and relationship. So, will we really have a chance to sit down with a spiritual being and have a friendly chat immediately after we die? Sorry, but we do not really know. There are a number of people who have had near-death experiences that contained some interesting adventures but maybe they were dreams or hallucinations. Others have claimed to come back from the dead, but most scholars will agree that once a person crosses over into the next life, they cannot return. Of course we have the mystics who can channel spirit guides through the portals and dimensions of the netherworld and psychics who believe in reincarnation and use crystal balls and seances to summon the deceased that have not yet crossed over, however, Hebrews Chapter 9 and verse 27 says that it is appointed unto humans ONCE to die and then the judgment. If anyone has been granted the opportunity to cycle multiple times they would have to die more than once and according to the Bible this is impossible. In this light, we can know that any familiar spirits which can be conjured are actually familiar spirits (demons – fallen angels) posing as someone from the grave in order to deceive. Luke chapter 16 states that souls cannot pass from Hades to paradise because a great gulf or barrier prevents them from intermingling. I personally believe there is a similar gulf that does not allow a soul to come back to earth after they are deceased UNLESS there is a specific reason that God would allow. On an interesting note, we read where the rich man that was in Hades could see into the realm of paradise but Lazarus could not see him. This causes speculation about whether the lost can possibly see into the earth and be reminded (and tormented) of how they neglected the opportunity to be ransomed by God’s love and give their life to Christ.
“Where am I?” John seemed to be in a daze, looking around like he has just awakened from a dream. “What is happening…who are you?” “Hello John, my name is Cassiel and I’m a messenger. You’re spirit separated from your body and now you are going through the process of discovering who you are and where you are going.” John could recognize that his senses were more increased than when he lived in his old body back on earth. It seemed he could hear in all directions what was being said before Cassiel could even say it. The sounds within this environment reminded him of ocean waves gently rolling up on the shore and he could see trails of colors he had never imagined. Everything was like transparent, but highly detailed, layers of depth but more advanced and complete. He could literally see the wind as the air was wavy like the heat coming off a hot pavement. In the distance, he could make out what appeared to be layers of light and streams of rainbows that were so vividly bright and clean. The only thing he could relate this to is the feeling of being underwater except engulfed and saturated with an overwhelming brilliance of wonderment, beauty, and awe. “I remember you…I saw you right before I…left. You were reaching out your hand and I took hold and the next thing I knew, I was going through the ceiling. I looked down and could see my body and then as I lifted my head, I was flying so fast, like at the speed of light. It felt like I was falling forward through the universe…past the sun and the stars…then I heard what sounded like loud claps of thunder that was vibrating the air along with the echoes of many voices. Eventually, I could see a tiny light far away and I knew I was being drawn toward an opening, like the end of a tunnel that was a million years away.” John stopped for a moment and with quivering lips and mumbled… “I died.” With a long pause, “I’m dead.” Cassiel had heard all of this so many times before yet calmly but firmly replied, “Yes, John, you did pass away, and now you have crossed over into eternity.”
John had considered himself an average person and with all due respect, this was a sad but accurate description of his life. He never really accomplished anything exciting, significant or notable but rather lived a melancholy, laid-back style that was shy, quiet and low-key. His normal routine was going to his mundane place of employment which he hated, coming home, eating dinner, watching TV until he could not hold his eyes open and then going to bed. He was very enthusiastic about his sports teams and his hobbies and were unashamedly high on his list of true loves. His fate had allowed him to grow up in the twentieth century in the United States where he had the opportunity to be educated, land a decent job, have a loving wife and raise two children, but he never realized what a blessing this was. To categorize his social status, you could say he was raised middle-class and had maintained this mediocre level of success. He mowed his lawn, kept his vehicles washed and seemed to get along with most everyone. On the outside you could say that he was a decent fellow. He had been a rebellious teen but finally settled down and became satisfied with going through the motions like most everyone else he knew. With much help from a hard-working wife, they raised their three children and then he retired after 40 years in the insurance business. He went to the doctor regularly but did not embrace the idea of eating healthy and exercising seriously. Cheeseburgers and milkshakes was his idea of heaven on earth. When he was in his early sixties, it was discovered he had a serious cancer and after some aggressive surgery and chemo treatments, he lived a couple more years in a weakened state and then to everyone’s surprise, he had a massive heart-attack and died suddenly. A few people came to the funeral and the minister did the best he could to create a legacy of integrity and admiration. Several times it was affirmed how much he loved his family and how he would give anyone in need the shirt off his back. They laughed about how he loved to eat and what a devoted sports fan he was. Of course, it was mentioned that he was now standing in line at the all you can eat buffet in heaven and what a great time he was having with those who had gone on before. The usual prayer and sad song concluded the service and after a short presentation at the grave to say their final farewells, everyone went to the vehicles and drove away. It is sad but true but after the initial shock of the death of a loved one, we all discover the painful reality that the world keeps spinning and life goes on. We are born and we die but it’s what goes on in-between these two events that will make a difference in the next life.
When it came to his spiritual life, I guess you could say this was another part of his life that was average. He believed in God and had went to church many times in his life, but never really felt the desire to pray, learn more about the Bible or become involved with serving the Lord. He was taught that if a person believed in God, they had nothing to worry about and everything would be alright in the end. In fact, he had read somewhere that maybe everyone would go to heaven because God is love and did not want anyone to be lost. He always figured that everyone who was a morally decent human being would be given certain amount of points or some type of credit especially if they were nice and tried to help others that God would surely take all of these things into consideration. “So, if you are a messenger, I assume you are an angel?” Cassiel stood before him and replied, “is that what you think I am?” John was noticing how peculiar this being really was. He could not even tell if it was a he or she, but rather it’s striking image was like a marble statue that spoke wisely and could move gracefully yet more strange that anything he could have dreamed. “I am probably not what you think I am. Not all “angels” are the same.” Cassiel stood at attention like a soldier as John kept staring. Procel also knew that John had many questions. John finally spoke up, “So, what happens next? Where are the streets of gold, the cities and rivers and God’s throne?” Cassiel looked at him and then glanced out into the distance without any change in facial expression. His voice broke the anticipation, “The heaven you have heard about is real and will be unveiled in the future but it is reserved for a very small remnant of saints. You are presently in a holding place that some languages on earth refer to as Sheol. This is where all souls which have crossed over are gathered to wait until the final judgment. Sheol is divided into two separate places. God’s children are led into paradise while those who are lost are sent to Hades. There are levels and degrees of punishment for those who are in Hades just as there are levels and degrees of reward for those who are in paradise. Eventually, the saints will stand before The Lord of Lords at the judgment seat of Christ where all of their deeds will be considered and the lost will stand before Him at the Great White Throne judgment to be sentenced.” All at once, John did not really have a very good feeling about this. He could feel himself becoming tense and a strong sensation of dread washed over him like an emotional tsunami. “Now wait a minute, you seem to be giving me some negative vibes here. Since there are only two eternal destinations…which one will I be a part of?” Cassiel once again stood motionless and the silence was uncomfortable to say the least. “I’m afraid I have bad news…I’m sorry. I’ve been instructed to escort you to Hades.” The words seemed to freeze in the air and then drop like a stack of china plates. It was as if someone had punched him hard in the gut and knocked the breath out of him. He was paralyzed, not knowing what to say, he could not think or move. A tear rolled down his cheek, his voice cracking as he could barely utter the words, “there must be some type of mistake.” Cassiel’s answer was steady and confident, “there is no mistake.”
Stunned beyond belief, John somehow managed to gain some composure and sheepishly wondered out loud why he had not received any type of consideration for the good things he had done. He finally spoke out, “I believe in God…I was a decent person…I never killed anyone or committed any heinous crime or hurt a child. How can this be happening? Surely some of my good deeds are worth something, I helped people, I went to church a few times, I even gave money!” Cassiel looked around as if waiting for someone and then hesitantly responded, “John, I’ve watched you since you were born, and you’re right, you’ve been an average decent person, but it has always been true that being decent has nothing to do with going to heaven. The Bible carefully explains about taking up your cross and following the Lamb but you refused to embrace any level of dedication to have a personal relationship with God. You willingly allowed your mind to be deceived as it was easy and pleasurable to live according to what you wanted to do and now you are facing the consequences. I must tell you the truth…it’s too late for you. You will spend eternity without God’s presence because you did not love Him on earth. Your final destination will be filled with regret and you will be reminded of your selfishness and rebellion while you suffer in a place of darkness and pain. Only those who choose to surrender their will on earth and sacrifice their life because they love God and desire to know Him personally are invited to live in heaven with God forever. Only those who have been washed in the blood of Jesus and have been truly born-again are rewarded with eternal life. You never allowed yourself to be convicted with fear and trembling about what true salvation really meant. You never had a fervent passion to develop a spiritual intimacy with Jesus. You never wanted to learn how to pray or worship in Spirit and truth or had a desire to know what the Bible required for you to do. The Holy Spirit tried to warn you hundreds of times that without self-discipline and a determination to have God as the highest priority, a person cannot walk in God’s Spirit or live in His presence. There are masses of people who are socially and traditionally religious but sadly, there is only a small group of people that will go to heaven.” Out of desperation, John felt like he was on trial and needed to present some type of critical evidence which could overturn this magnificent presentation but he could not think of anything that could justify his earthly life of lukewarmness and overturn this depressing verdict. “What about mercy?” John pleaded, “What about God’s love and compassion?” Cassiel continued, “The grace of God sent Jesus to the cross to save whosoever will, however this grace does not mean that mankind can live however they want. Grace is the opportunity to be forgiven of sin and welcomes the individual to become accountable by inviting Jesus Christ to be their Lord and Master. This means inviting Christ to sit on the throne of their heart and freely giving Him control over everything they think and do and unfortunately also explains why hardly no one will agree to these terms. Everyone wants a Savior but only a few want a Lord and will completely lay down their life for Him. Yes, God loves everyone and His mercy endures forever but how many will sincerely love Him? He proved His love on the cross, but how many will prove their love for Him with absolute obedience?”
Again, the silence was deafening. They slowly began to walk together and to John it felt like a condemned convict being led toward his cell on death row. He gritted his teeth and winced as if he was in excruciating pain as he was already recalling his old life and how he turned over his decision making process to his carnal nature. He could have tried harder to follow Jesus but he just didn’t want to. He could have been as close to God as he wanted but he loved the flesh much more. He could have turned away from the temptations of the world and cried out to the Lord, but he just did not want to do it! And now…no do-overs, no second chances…he was going to hell. He is now reaping exactly what he had planted. If he could only go back and warn everyone. If he could only have a chance to explain that being a Christian is not what everyone thinks it is. He would stand on the street corner and beg people to repent. He would fall on his knees and pray day and night if only he had another chance. He began to weep and cry out as he grabbed Cassiel by the arm. It was no use, everything was settled, nothing added and nothing taken away. Cassiel pulled him loose and said they needed to keep going. Continuing further down the corridor, the atmosphere began to change as it was becoming darker and more difficult to see up ahead. The air was transforming from what was a fresh aroma of roses to now more of a stench that smelled like something burning. It wasn’t long before John realized this offensive stench smelled like charcoal and the misty fog was actually a growing density of smoke. The temperature was also noticeably becoming warmer which made him feel nauseous and fearful. Cassiel slowed to a stop and politely stated this is where they would separate. John’s breaths were ragged and had increased like he had been jogging, “Where are you going? with a sense of panic.” Cassiel turned and looked directly at him, “I must return to earth for there are many more souls getting ready to cross over. I’m going to help them and be with them just like I was with you. Continue in this direction and you will eventually be greeted by another guide named Procel who will lead you the rest of the way. “Goodbye John.” “Wait, do not leave me!” Please, I’m afraid, it’s becoming darker and the smoke is taking my breath. In the distance, John could now faintly hear what sounded like people crying and screaming in agony. Louder he called out, “Oh No…please…I beg you to please help me!” Cassiel walked away and quickly disappeared in the smoke. John was now all alone surrounded in a cloud of gasses and vapors that reeked of brimstone as it seemed like he was standing at the edge of a volcano. Everything was quiet except for the crying voices which seemed to be coming from all directions. His thoughts painted a horrible picture of people burning and suffering but yet not being able to die. He remembered the scripture that mentioned the rich man who lifted up his eyes being tormented in the flames of hell and how he begged Abraham to send Lazarus the beggar back to earth to warn his five brothers. Abraham told the rich man if the world will not listen to God’s Word they would not listen to someone who comes back from the dead.
Suddenly, he could hear footsteps, and out of the fog, there appeared an image of a disturbing creature walking toward him. This must be the escort Cassiel was talking about. John could sense a dark presence as the demon stood in front of him. With eyes boring a hole through him, he was motionless except for a penetrating and arrogant sinister smile. John was shaking in fear as the creature was more fearful than any horror movie he could imagine. It had four faces of different animal-like characteristics and the face staring at him reminded had the features of a chimpanzee. as it was tall and dressed in battle gear that included leather overlaid with chains and a large belt of iron plates around the waist. The fallen warrior was very hairy with tall boots with many buckles and had large calloused hands. With an angry and irritating voice, he spoke with authority and harshness that John imagined a cruel prison guard would sound like. “Come…NOW!” With a terrifying explosion of laughter, Procel bellowed, “It only gets worse from here!” He took a couple of steps into the darkening decent then turned and aggressively motioned for John to come along. John could not move as his legs were stiff and his mind was racing. He thought about running the other away, but where would he go? In the blink of an eye, the hideous creature reached out with force and took hold of his arm and began to pull him. John began to scream as loud as he could, “Help me, somebody…please help me! Noooooo..please…Jesus help me…please.” Soon they both disappeared from sight and for a few moments you could still faintly make out John’s hysterical cries but after a while it blended in with all the other voices. Cassiel was already back on earth and was now patiently standing in the corner of a dilapidated nursing home waiting for the last breath of an elderly lady named Pat. A nurse was busy with the routine monitoring as one of the staff stepped in the doorway. “I believe we should call the family and the chaplain.” As the young orderly was heading out into the hall, she turned around and asked, “Have you ever seen an angel in the room of someone dying?” While writing on the chart and without looking up, “In over 30 years, I’ve seen some very strange things. It’s very common for someone in the dying process, even if they in a deep coma, to reach out toward a corner of the ceiling like they see something. I believe the death angels do come for us when it’s our time.” The young girl paused for a second and then quietly slipped out. Pat had taken a turn for the worse overnight and she was rapidly deteriorating as there was no doubt the end was very near.
Very similar to John, Pat also considered herself to be an average person that had lived a normal life. She had married, had a couple of kids, cooked and cleaned and all those things a regular wife and mother does. She had went to church several times in her life but had never really thought that much about spiritual things and honestly felt that what she believed was no ones business. She saw herself as being decent, clean, well mannered, and a homebody that kept to herself. She never felt the necessity to read the Bible or pray and received everything she felt she needed to know from the news. Her husband had passed away a few years earlier, and her own health issues had multiplied after experiencing several debilitating strokes. Sure, she had heard about Jesus and the story about Him being on the cross and all that but never really entertained the idea of being a fanatic or even overly concerned about it. Her honest conclusions were to be cautious around extreme religious people because they were kooks. Besides most religious people were hypocrites and probably more dangerous than anyone else. She had created her own views and thought that if there is a God, He will do whatever He wants in the end so why should she worry about it? She used to tell her friends that living and dying was like playing the lottery as some will win and some will lose. Instead of researching the Bible, she built her own persuasions and convictions which included always trusting her tuition and depending on her own common sense. She had taught her kids to be strong and independent but neglected to guide them to Jesus. The same was true about missing a wonderful opportunity to teach her grandchildren about God but it’s only logical if God is not a part of our life, we will not tell others. As her breathing was becoming more shallow, one of her last fading thoughts was recalling a recent magazine article which declared that everyone could be happy whatever situation they were facing. It mentioned that if we could just think good thoughts that we could live in peace and contentment. The heart of what was deemed an inspirational message was that everything will work out in the end. “It’s all going to be alright” sounded wonderful to her at the time and now with the same sense of emotional security and the chance to be lucky, she closed her eyes and hoped for the best.
RECALLING FOND MEMORIES WITH MY GRANDPARENTS
An older man was telling a story the other day about his grandparents and it caused me to think back to when I was a kid and the relationship I had with my mamaw and papaw. Now that I’m older, I realize that grandparents look forward to spoiling their grandchildren and are usually just as excited. When I was growing up, my dad and his dad worked together in their own construction business and every so often in the summer, my papaw would take me home with him. Sometimes, I would stay for a whole week and those adventures were some of my most cherished childhood memories. On the way to the country, it was not uncommon for me to become car sick because the roads were so curvy, but hanging my head out the window did bring some relief. When we arrived, I would feel weak and my grandmother would say I looked as white as a sheet, but with her administering every remedy she could think of, it didn’t take long for me to recover. You see, I was the first child and the first grandchild, so with being the center of attention you could say I was a little spoiled. They were always squeezing me and kissing me so much that I could hardly breathe, but it’s a good feeling to know you are loved.
To a boy of seven or eight years old, houses and yards seem huge, but have you noticed when you grow up how everything seems to shrink? I drove by a few years ago and hardly recognized the place. It was so tiny and even the land which seemed like a vast plantation to me back then was actually more like five acres. As a kid, their house looked beautiful to me but it was really just an old farmhouse that my papaw had tried to patch and piece together. The front yard seemed as big as a football field and I remember one day my papaw wanted to see if he could beat me in a foot race from the driveway to the garden. I can still feel the hot summer air against my face while out of the corner of my eye I could see his bare feet flying past me. I slowed down and started laughing as I knew he was not feeling well. He had a debilitating kidney disease and I discovered later that even though he did not say anything that day, the overexertion caused him a lot of pain and we never did that again. He did it because he loved me and just wanted to play and have some fun with me. In behind the house, the yard steeply dropped off into what many people call a holler, and if you were willing to climb down a steep cliff, you would find yourself on the bank of the Kentucky river. Across the road were fields of tall grass as far as you could see sprinkled with patches of large trees and if you were real quiet sometimes you could hear them majestically sway in the wind along with the lonely sound of a cawing crow.
I remember one time, they drove their old station wagon in the creek and parked it right in the middle. We rolled up our pants and waded out into the cold water. They started washing the car while I was thrilled to explore and see what I could find. My papaw would also take me fishing in his old wooden boat and then after he cleaned our catch, my mamaw would fry them and make cornbread as they were so delicious. At bedtime I would sleep with them in a massive feather-bed. It was such a feeling of security like I was in an enchanted castle where everything felt magical and larger than life. In the winter I loved to throw paper wads in the fireplace and can still see the red-hot chunks of coal. I really miss them both and know in my heart they truly loved me. Every time my mind goes back to these special times, my eyes cannot hold back the tears. Someone said, “Grandparents make the world a little softer…a little kinder…and a little warmer.” They must have had grandparents like mine.
TILL DEATH DO US PART
I am humbled by the opportunity to write this brand new story about my Mom and Dad. My father, William Sr. passed away in the summer of 2016 and it has been very difficult for the entire family. I sat down one afternoon a few weeks after the funeral and began to write about some of the times I remembered and I also began to seriously consider what an effect my Dads illness had on my Mother. She may not have suffered the physical agony but as a caregiver, she went through the emotional and mental struggles that many do not think about. Allow me to take you behind the scenes and share a small glimpse of the beautiful relationship and the unwavering devotion my parents had with one another. If you click on the link below, you can read the story for free. I hope you enjoy it.
This is my first full-length book, “A LIFESTYLE OF WORSHIP – Living in the Awareness of God’s Presence.” I am very excited and grateful for God’s blessings and the opportunity to share His Word with His body of believers all over the world. I have been a songwriter and worship leader throughout the years and this is a collection of my life experiences and personal studies on the subject of spiritual intimacy with God. Below is the front and back covers and my official press release and I have also provided a couple of links where you can order it if you desire.
Xulon Guide Offers the Proven Keys of Real Worship and Intimacy
MAITLAND, FL— William F. Holland, Jr.’s new book, A LIFESTYLE OF WORSHIP: Living in the awareness of God’s presence, ($19.49, paperback, 9781498433815; $9.99, e-book, 9781498433822) epitomizes what true Christian worship is. The author examines worship as an expression of love to God, and digs deeper to show readers that the ultimate realization of worship is demonstrated by how we live. From William’s vast experience, learning how to become aware of God’s presence changes the way we think and this completely changes who we are.
“This is an in-depth presentation of not only a musical and Biblical perspective of Christian life, but also reveals human behavior,” states the author. “This content covers biblical insights along with practical instruction to help develop a deeper and more meaningful relationship with Christ. Personal, spiritual intimacy is not embraced by those who are satisfied with being religious.”
William F. Holland, Jr., has been a worship leader for many years, as well as a songwriter, singer, musician, and recording artist. He carries the mantle of a psalmist and has much experience singing original music and leading congregations. He also serves as a theologian with two doctorate degrees and thirty years of researching God’s Word. Combining his passion for study and his experience in ministry has given him spiritual insights that he believes can help minister encouragement. The author adds, “I pray that God can use my way of presenting the gospel as an awakening, a challenge, motivation, and stimulation for others to seek Him more seriously.”
Xulon Press, a division of Salem Media Group, is the world’s largest Christian self-publisher, with more than 12,000 titles published to date. Retailers may order A LIFESTYLE OF WORSHIP: Living in the awareness of God’s presence through Ingram Book Company and/or Spring Arbor Book Distributors.
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This is a spiritual resource for those who desire a more intimate relationship with Jesus. A Lifestyle of Worship, is a Biblical perspective about the beauty of being aware of the Lord at all times instead of seeing our connection with Him as an act of religious service. I pray this labor of love will edify and encourage the body of Christ to become more determined to turn away from the world and turn their eyes upon Christ. Xulon Press has made a trailer for the book and I am very excited to make it available here. If you are interested in ordering the book, I have inserted links to Barnes and Noble, Amazon and Apple ibooks into the “BOOK” tab at the top where you will find more information.
I had a great time at the Kentucky Book Fair this year. It was held at the Frankfort Convention Center and is the largest literary event of the year. I sold a few books and met talented authors along with many wonderful people. It was truly an honor to be invited and it was a truly memorable experience.
Living in the AWARENESS of God’s presence is not as easy as it might sound. I personally believe that our technical and stress filled culture has hurt us as much as it has helped us when it comes to us being free from distractions. For example, when is the last time you turned off the television and set aside the cell phone to read the Bible, study or pray? Yes, our lives have more gadgets and things may be more convenient than the old ways, but this modernization has also captured much of our precious attention that we could be spending with our Lord. We are so busy trying to squeeze in everything we need to do, there is very little time for us to be alone with Him. And, as if we are not having all the resistance we can handle from our own carnality, we have an enemy who works day and night to hinder and disrupt our spiritual focus all that he can. How can we get started on making a lifestyle change?
First, it is crucial to decide whether or not we really want to change and next it is time we faced the facts and stop blaming the devil for making us lukewarm. The dark side can only tempt and influence us but it is always our responsibility to say NO! The truth is, we have all of God we want and if we really desired to have more of Him we could certainly have all that we desire. Nothing is stopping us from being filled to capacity – except our will. Most Christians would agree that it is the quiet time of prayer and intimate fellowship with the Lord that is the most important aspect of our life and yet we continue “allowing” our relationship with Jesus suffer. Why? Because until the conviction to change becomes stronger than the desire to remain the same we will continue exactly as we are! Learning to know and love God is the meaning of life and without us developing the personal self-discipline to learn how to bring worship into a “lifestyle” we will continue trying to fit God into our schedule instead of allowing Him to “be” our schedule. In this book, the idea is for the reader to correlate the concept that Jesus is with us every second and how this awareness can transform our thinking. We must be trained in our sensitivity and discernment just like we are trained in any other area we are passionate about. Just how much do we really want to have Christ sit as Lord on the throne of our heart? Worship is still a deliberate act but living in His presence would be the ultimate worship experience that would allow us to “become” a living breathing worship service!
It would only seem natural that I would be called to write a book with as many years I have spent writing. I LOVE TO WRITE! When I was growing up, I never dreamed that I would develop a passion for writing. I use the word “develop” because it seems I was a late bloomer when it came to sitting behind a desk everyday. When I was young I loved to draw and any type of art related activity. As a kid growing up, I also dreamed of being a biologist. From the time I can remember, I was interested in plants, insects and animals and spent most of my waking moments throughout my childhood collecting and examining nature. Once again, it seems that my formative years gave way to a season of teenage insanity and as I look back on it, this window of time was a critical crossroad where I felt like a puppy that had been dropped on the side of the highway. I needed solid direction but just never had a support system that knew how to help me. Nevertheless, the Lord watches over us and by His mercy and love, He can make a way within a life that that does not seem to have a way. It is never too late to fulfill God’s will, to get on track and accomplish the mission that God has assigned. I have been given a gift to write music and I am grateful for the opportunities to sing and play, but in the last few years I have felt the burning desire to pour out my heart through writing articles and essays about our walk with God. I am growing and learning each day and every morning I have an expectation that good things are going to happen and that God is going to use me in a new way to accomplish His plans.
I love to create and those of you that are hard-wired in this way of thinking can understand what I am talking about when I say that I must “express or explode.” When I was young, as I was saying earlier, I was not so much into reading or writing but I LOVED to draw and would sit for hours and hardly blink an eye while allowing my imagination to keep my inspirations flowing. Then at a young age, I added music to my “ventilation system” and discovered that I really felt a connection within my soul to the energy and thinking process of playing an instrument and singing at the same time. No doubt, many people do not have the patience to do such things which explains why few learn to play instruments. I remember as a youth, sitting in my room days, weeks, months and years focused on playing the same chords and the same songs over and over. I realize this sounds like a serious mental problem, but if you think about it, it is exactly what people do in the world of sports, hunting, chess, body-building, sculpting or whatever the subject may be where it requires a long time to increase your ability and sharpen your craft. So, over the last few years I have fallen in love with writing and as my wife Cheryl will testify, I log in probably four to eight hours a day and I never become bored or tired. I get up in the morning and never need to ask myself – what shall I write…I just sit down and start writing. I know that sounds strange but it reminds me of the music prophecy that was given to me that said God would make me live the words that I write. At the time this seemed to be in the context of songwriting but now I can see that it also included the gift of other types of writing. I remember in the movie Forrest Gump, how one day he started running and he ran continuously for what seemed like months until one day all of the sudden he stopped – and said he just did not want to run anymore. I pray that if the day comes when I do not want to write anymore or play music that God will have the next “station” ready for me to step into so that I can keep going in this journey of serving Him.