Why did Jesus say “don’t tell”


As from the above link, I realize others are curious about this, too. But having had an experience that was amazing and miraculous, meeting Jesus in a dream and having eternal life breathed into me (being raised from the spiritually dead, so to speak), I couldn’t help but tell people, often to a group. MOST of what that got me was persecution, even by “I’ve been a Christian all my life” types of people. They often turn into the teeth-gnashing, fist-shaking people you see in Jesus’ story of the people hired in the 11th hour to “work in the fields.” You can just hear them saying: “what, you saved this harlot, drug-abusing person who dissed you for years, God? What??” I could just feel them being all squirmy about being in the same room with me when I confessed to some of the things I used to do, and what Jesus had saved me from. But what really made the envy rise was me telling them that Jesus came to me in a dream and gave me eternal life. I began to realize (I’m utterly slow) that this is not something you tell someone until God has told you to tell them. If He hasn’t, shut up.

Swine doesn’t always refer to whom you think they are, and it hurts every time your pearls get trampled. Jesus doesn’t want your faith trampled underfoot. He wants you to be blessed.

So he told people to pipe down, until he had proven his point (risen) but also to realize that some people are religious and some are born again. There is a difference and their reaction says it all.


The history of “divorce”

Eve divorced Adam when she obeyed another soul.

Adam divorced God when he ate of what she stole.

Then blaming and false victimhood drove both apart from God

and lack of repentance meant for humankind: the iron rod.


Adultery is departing from a promise that you made–

a law that you agreed to but you wrongly were afraid

of what a lower being than God might say–how they might laugh and taunt,

and so you walked over your own conscience, did just what they want.


When I was a little girl and saw an animal that was dead,

and realized that’s what I was being, by my parents, fed,

I knew that something dire was wrong, but I had not the strength

to put up with my daddy’s taunting, and I ate at length.


A conscience is a mighty gift that God gave to us all:

we can, and with great consequence, ignore it, and then fall.

And every time it’s pricked and we ignore it, we’ve more scales

upon our eyes and ears, and our hearts harden, and love fails.


But a time comes when we meet Jesus, and we know he was the one

man who stood up to temptation, and God’s will was done

through everything  he did and said. He did not compromise

so he could walk up to the cross, be killed and, for us, rise!


When we invited his overcoming spirit to our land

he comes in and gives superhuman strength to understand

how God forgives if we repent, we’re cleansed and we’re set free

to serve the truth, and, finally, with our conscience, to agree!


And so now I don’t eat meat: my first conscience is obeyed.

The Garden of Eden in my heart is spreading, as I’ve prayed.

For those who taunt me, quote the Scripture, try to say “you fool”

I will not do as you prescribe, I follow Eden’s rule!




Apologies to any readers

I have tried to “like” other people’s writings and blogs, but for some reason (maybe because my computer is really old and cannot have an upgraded version of Google on it anymore), I cannot do it. A pop-up flashes at me and then no “like” is on that person’s page. So please forgive me. I do like to support other writers in their humble search for truth, as long as it is that and not brow-beating with man’s version of it, and if you don’t know what I mean, read Isaiah

“This people honors Me with their lips,

But their heart is far from Me.

And in vain they worship Me,

Teaching as doctrines the commandments of men.”

Isaiah 29:13


Like all the mother cows who squealed

as their calves were dragged away–

to be put in a crate and raised for veal,

and killed for meat one day,

I had my babies taken away

yet I never made the connection

between the meat I ate and the way

they left. My choices sealed their defection.

I have no right to a legal stance:

I stand, before God, accused–

I confess and repent, beg a second chance

to NOT eat who has been abused.

Nor drink from the teets of a mom in chains

who misses her babes like me.


Please God give me the strength to refrain

from what keeps her in misery.


Thank You God for bringing everything in me into the Light!

“then doth it go, and take with itself seven other spirits more evil than itself, and having gone in they dwell there, and the last of that man doth become worse than the first; so shall it be also to this evil generation.” –Matthew 12:45

With every specific sin we repent–

even ones done as a child–

a spirit squatting, and evil bent

is cast into the wild.

And God’s own guidance enters

in the place of what mislead you–

now spring replaces winters

of the soul, when little fed you.

So gleeful, drink, and don’t reject

God’s Wisdom, which is filling!

Or soon returns the sprite’s effect:

to multiply while killing.

He tells us how to pray

Heavenly Father, we ask blessings on —- of healing in her arm and sinuses, and anywhere else she is suffering attacks and affliction, be it her finances, or feeling emotional pain that comes from family or friendship situations. You are a good God and You protect Your children like chicks under Your wings. Please instill her with Your Son’s courage, his ability to overcome temptation and the power to say only what contributes to her strengthening and healing, not words the devil would tempt her to proclaim to keep her sick and under his enslavement. Thank You oh Abba for such love and forgiveness as only You can give through Your Spirit and Son, who came to earth to know what it’s like to be us, to be human. I ask these things for all your children: protection, provision, strength, courage, trust and peace. You are an amazing God, and Creator of all that is good. Let us be part of the solution, not the problem. In Jesus’ name I pray, Sheri