Hypocrisy

Written by:
-Hannah Davidson-
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Hypocrisy:. the act of persistently professing beliefs, opinions, virtues, feelings, qualities, or standards that are inconsistent with one's actions. Hypocrisy is a kind of a lie..

Ok I'm gonna be real with you. This is something that's been bothering me since I got into high school. You expect people that call themselves "Christians"to act Christ-like as the word means, but unfortunately some people think it's ok to drink and party on a Saturday, then go to church the next morning and say you're a follower of God and you love Him dearly. You think you've done nothing wrong. But this is very wrong and it breaks our Saviors heart.

Or when your taught about kindness at church then go and gossip about someone right after the session. God has called us to live holy lives. We have potential we just let things lead us away from what God has called us to do. You know that voice inside your head that tells you to say something or do something and you ignore it because you think it's just a dumb or crazy thought. Well it's the voice of God trying to get through to you.

So maybe if you hear His voice once you will pay attention more often.
God yearns for you attention. He wants to you to talk to Him, to laugh with Him, to listen when He has something important to say because He can use you to change someone's life.

Here's something to think about. You can't put God in a box. Because One: He's way to big, and Two: He's not just for you He's searching for a relationship with each of us. Trust me.

Here's a little of my testimony: You know, a lot can change in a year. God has been teaching me so much. I've been experiencing Him in so many different ways. I'm in the band right. Well when I'm upon the platform worshiping I open my eyes to see our youth group just sitting there. I knew that is not what God wanted. Then or now. I chose to let go of what I wanted and embrace what Christ wanted for me. I'm all in for Him. But I'm not the only one that needs to change.

These last couple of Wednesdays have been life changing yes. But did you embrace it? Having a life changing experience with our God isn't just once. It's everyday for the rest of your life. If you got hit by a 18-wheeler you couldn't walk in to the youth room the same, let alone if you could walk. That's how He is. If you really let go. Really go deep, and get hungry, your changed. If you pursue a life of righteousness
and completely let go of all the things of this world. He will use you. No Doubt About It!!

That's is how it's been for me. I saw what I was. And in Selah, one of my best friends from Teen Mania,I saw who I wanted to be for God. She helped yes. But God used her because she was faithful. She's probably saved thousands just like me. Listen to me. God loves you so much. 1 Peter 2:1 says, "Therefore, rid yourselves
of all malice and deceit, hypocrisy, envy and slander of every kind." Be Christ-like. God has called you to be a leader of hearts, nations, and people.

My heart is to see Gods' children changed. To see your heart flourish with boldness and encouragement we have in Christ. He longs to see you take a stand. To stick out among all the hypocrite in this world and our own school. Gods forgiveness covers a multitude of sins. But repentance; real repentance, is when you ask for forgiveness then turn 180 degrees in the other direction and follow Christ un-distracted by the things of this fading planet. God has called you to be a mighty warrior, to fight in the war of these last years. Yes they are coming ready or not. He is preparing His army.

Be expecting great things to happen in the next couple of years. God is ready to pour out on you. Don't you understand?! His heart and mine break for the ignorance in this generation. Break free of misunderstanding.

Come find what He is ready to give you if you fight, if you bring hunger to your relationship with Christ. This is excitement that will not fade in me. God has sparked a fire that has been burning in my heart ever since my first real
encounter with My Loving King. This isn't just for me. I want you to know. I want you to feel the power, the greatness of our Savior. God was Slaughtered on that cross for you. He was all in..are you?

Our mission

To provoke(we're not going to be not polite about it... we want to provoke) a generation of teenagers (not just a few, but the WHOLE generation) to passionately (passion: a love for something or someone that COMPELS us to ACTION, to risk, to dare, to give up things, to let go of lesser things and even to die on a cruel roman cross) love (love is ALWAYS expressed in action) God and passionately (passion: a love for something or someone that COMPELS us to ACTION, to risk, to dare, to give up things, to let go of lesser things and even to die on a cruel roman cross) love (love is ALWAYS expressed in action) people.

The vision

THE VISION by Peter Grieg

So this guy comes up to me and says, "What's the vision? what's the big idea?" I open my mouth, and the words come out like this....

The vision? The vision is JESUS: obsessively, dangerously, undeniably JESUS.

The vision is an army of young people. You see bones? I see an army.

And they are free from materialism--they laugh at 9-5 little prisons. They could eat caviar on Monday and crusts on Tuesday and they wouldn't even notice. They know the meaning of the Matrix, the way the West was won.

They are mobile like the wind, they belong to the nations. they need no passport. People write their addresses in pencil and wonder at their strange existence. They are free. yet they are slaves of the hurting and dirty and dying.

What is the vision? The vision is HOLINESS that HURTS the eyes. It makes children laugh and adults angry. It gave up the game of MINIMUM INTEGRITY long ago to reach for the STARS. It scorns good and strains for the best. It is DANGEROUSLY PURE.

Light flickers from every secret motive, every private conversation. It LOVES people away from their SUICIDE LEAPS, their Satan games.

This is an army that would lay down its life for the cause. A million times a day its soldiers choose to lose that they might one day win the great "WELL DONE" of faithful sons and daughters.

Such heroes are as RADICAL on Monday morning as on Sunday night.

They don't need fame from names. Instead they grin quietly upwards and hear the crowds chanting again and again: "COME ON!"

And this is the sound of the underground, the whisper of history in the making, foundations shaking, REVOLUTIONARIES DREAMING once again.Mystery is scheming in whispers, conspiracy is breathing...This is the sound of the underground.

And the army is disciplined-- young people who beat their bodies into SUBMISSION. Every soldier would take abullet for his comrade at arms.The tattoo on their back boasts "for me to live is CHRIST and to die is gain."

SACRIFICE fuels the fire of VICTORY in their upward eyes. WINNERS. MARTYRS. Who can stop them? Can hormones hold them back? Can failure succeed? Can fear scare them or death kill them?

And the generation prays like a dying man with groans beyond talking, with warrior cries, sulphuric tears and great barrow loads of laugher!

Waiting.Watching: 24-7-365.

Whatever it takes they will give: breaking the rules, shaking MEDIOCRITY from its COZY little hide, laying down their rights and their precious little wrongs, LAUGHING at labels, FASTING essentials. The advertisers cannot mold them. Hollywood cannot hold them. Peer-pressure is powerless to shake their resolve at late-night parties before the cockerel cries.

They are incredibly cool, dangerously attractive (on the inside),On the outside? They HARDLY CARE! They wear clothes like costumes: to communicate and celebrate but never to hide.

Would they surrender their image or their popularity? The would lay down their very lives, swap seats with the man on death row, guilty as hell: a throne for an electric chair.

With blood and sweat and many tears, with sleepless nights and fruitless days, they pray as if it all depends on GOD and live as if it all depends on them.

Their DNA chooses JESUS (HE breathes out, they breathe in). Their subconscious sings. They had a blood transfusion with JESUS.

Their words make demons scream in shopping malls. Don't you hear them coming?

Herald the weirdoes! Summon the losers and the freaks. Here come the frightened and forgotten with fire in their eyes! They walk tall and trees applaud, skyscrapers bow, mountains are dwarfed by these children of another dimension.

Their prayers summon the Hound of Heaven and invoke the ancient dream of Eden.

And this vision will be. It will come to pass; it will come easily; it will come soon.

How do I know? Because this is the longing of creation itself, the groaning of the SPIRIT, the very dream of GOD.

My tomorrow is HIS today. My distant hope is HIS 3-D. And my feeble, whispered, faithless prayer invokes a thunderous, resounding, bone-shaking, great "Amen!" from countless angels, from heroes of the faith, from CHRIST HIMSELF.

And HE is the original DREAMER, the ultimate WINNER. Guaranteed.