McKenzie tiene un encuentro

Podcast - McKenzie tiene un encuentro:
http://thewaycmspanishpodcast.podomatic.com/entry/2011-01-01T09_37_18-08_00

Mackenzie abrió sus ojos de par en par, tan abiertos como es posible. Estaba completamente consciente. Sin embargo su sueño continuaba en un brillante tecnicolor. Ahí, delante de él, estaba un hombre, increíblemente bien parecido, que parecía emanar una luz clara y brillante. Su cabello, largo hasta los hombros, era luminoso, aparentando tener un halo alrededor de su cabeza.

La luz, aunque poderosa no era cegadora, tenía un aspecto translúcido que brillaba como una tenue niebla, revelando el espectro completo de un magnífico arco iris circunvalando alrededor de su inesperado visitante.

McKenzie se sentía flotando, rebosante de gozo. El rostro de su visitante brillaba con una ancha y amistosa sonrisa mostrando unos dientes blancos como perlas. Sus ojos se arrugaban con líneas de simpatía.
“La paz sea contigo”, dijo con una voz que parecía una catarata. Un remanso de paz, el cual Mackenzie nunca antes había sentido, le inundó.
“Soy tu amigo”. Al instante Mackenzie sintió como su corazón se derretía, y una confianza absoluta mezclada con una tremenda adulación brotaron de lo mas profundo de su ser. Nunca había sentido tal amor para nada ni para nadie. Mackenzie estaba paralizado.
“Yo estoy contigo siempre” Oyó Mackenzie mientras observaba los poderosos brazos abiertos de su amigo. Sus graciosos movimientos flotantes creaban en el aire líneas obscuras que ocultaban su luz radiante. Un caleidoscopio de colores se derramaba sobre el rostro elevado de McKenzie. Sabía que su nuevo compañero le amaba tanto como para morir por el. Su corazón latía tan fuertemente que pensaba se iba a quemar. Mientras permanecía con la boca abierta, su nuevo amigo comenzó a evaporarse entre la bruma etérea y fue desapareciendo en la atmósfera que estaba impregnada con su presencia.
McKenzie permaneció contemplativo en el espacio vacio que había sido temporalmente ocupado por el ser mas glorioso que jamás había visto. Su mente no podía abarcar todo esto, pero en su interior, sabía que no tenía nada que temer desde ese momento. El sonido del silencio le envolvía mientras lentamente regresaba a su vida normal; su corazón seguía latiendo con fuerza en su pecho.
“Gracias”, dijo en voz alta a su amigo. Mackenzie estaba tan abrumado que pensaba que iba a explotar de gratitud.
“Gracias McKenzie”, sonó la respuesta, como un murmullo suave que le llevó al sueño mas placentero que había jamás tenido..
Mateo 28:20 dice…….”He aquí yo estoy contigo todos los días hasta el fin del mundo”
McKenzie tiene un encuentro:
http://thewaycmspanishpodcast.podomatic.com/entry/2011-01-01T09_37_18-08_00

McKenzie Confronts His Fears

Liten here: http://peterstanway.podomatic.com/entry/2010-12-31T07_41_12-08_00
The air was so humid that McKenzie's cheap off-the-shelf spectacles slid down the greasy slope of his aristocratic aquiline nose. Almost habitually and certainly
without thinking, he pushed them back up to the bridge where beads of sweat
formed between his furrowing eyebrows.
At any cost, McKenzie was determined to finish his paper that he would present
before the scientific intelligentsia at the World Summit for Unilateral Disarmament
in Sao Paulo, Brazil that afternoon.
For a moment he was distracted, was that a creak he heard on the well-worn
stairway outside of his shabby hotel room or was his fertile mind playing
tricks on him.....?
We’ve all been there, or have we? Is McKenzie so different from you and I? Under pressure, our anxiety levels rise and with that comes the accompanying psychosis….paranoia and irrational fear.
Let’s see what happens next….
McKenzie smiled inwardly, why was he anxious? His mind went back to the time when, as an eight year old boy, he woke up during the night struggling to make sense of the
worst technicolour nightmare he had ever had.
His pj’s were sticking to him with sweat, his eyes, like organ-stops, stared
wildly into the unyielding darkness that surrounded him. His heart was racing
so fast that it felt like it would burst out of his chest. Fear paralysed his
throat as he struggled to scream out, ‘Dad!’
‘What is it son?’. The strong, reassuring sound of his dad’s voice pierced the
darkness and dissolved McKenzie’s fears….
Lost, alone and gripped by fear, we all need to know that there is someone we can call out to for help. Who do you cry out to when fear overcomes you?
Jeremiah 33:3 tells us what God says in the bible, ‘Call to me and I will answer you and tell you great and unsearchable things
you do not know.’
When we are disorientated and perplexed, we need to hear a strong reassuring
voice that takes control of our situation, makes sense of our confusion and
encourages us with the promise of great things to come.
Liten here: http://peterstanway.podomatic.com/entry/2010-12-31T07_41_12-08_00

McKenzie et la Séduction

McKenzie et la Séduction:
http://thewaycmfrenchpodcast.podomatic.com/entry/2010-12-30T06_23_31-08_00

New Age Deception

...This week we take a look at the divisiveness of deception and in particular the deception of New Age…..Follow this link to listen:
http://revmedia.podomatic.com/entry/2010-12-27T06_13_38-08_00
Welcome to the latest podcast from TheWayCM (thewaycm.com). This one is a collaboration between RevMedia (revmedianetwork.com) and TheWayCM. We are delighted that you are listening. Remember, if you subscribe (free) you will never miss and episode. This podcast is also broadcast on the RevMedia Radio Channel 2 on Monday and Wednesday at 1pm and 8pm Central Standard Time (that's 7 pm GMT (UK) Monday and Wednesday evenings and 2am GMT (UK) Tuesday and Thursday mornings). Follow this link to listen:
http://revmedia.podomatic.com/entry/2010-12-27T06_13_38-08_00

McKenzie Meets Seduction

McKenzie Meets Seduction: http://www.getthegist.net
The heavy rain beat steadily down on the cathedral steps turning the dust to mud and then washing it away. Spain in the rain – not what he was hoping for! McKenzie sat under the canopy of a café situated on one side of a very beautiful plaza and thoughtfully sipped his café con leche. Normally, he would have savoured this moment while indulging in his favourite pastime; people watching, but the cobbled plaza, now shiny and treacherous, was almost deserted.
McKenzie focussed on the drenched horse-drawn open carriage that waited in vain for tourists. Statuesque, the chestnut brown mare stood completely immobile seeming to enjoy this welcome respite and happily unaware of the unseasonably bad weather. Sun-beaten, the gypsy driver sat forlornly wrapped in a brightly coloured thin plastic poncho that caught the drips from his sodden stiff brimmed hat that, in turn, sheltered the permanent Ducados cigarette burning slowly between his sardonic silent lips.
Would she keep their appointment? Was he bothered? McKenzie had developed an inherent trust in God that gave him the confidence to believe that no matter what happened, everything would work out for the best. Was he bothered? Not at all. However, when Maria Lopez de las Flores appeared out of a narrow lane on the other side of the square, his heart did skip a beat. There was an air of elegance and sophistication like two sisters that accompanied Maria wherever she went.
McKenzie scrutinised every inch of her as she made her way towards him. Her jet-black hair tightly pulled back from her pale sculptured face. Her dark eyes like mysterious deep pools and her ever-so-slightly pouting red lips perfectly complimenting her crimson-red shawl meticulously draped from her pushed-back shoulders like a proud matador’s cape after the kill. She exuded confidence. He was going to have to tread very carefully with this one.
He stood to his feet as she approached. Maria locked her hazel eyes on McKenzie’s Arian-blue stare. She put out her hand for him to welcome her. Taking her fine black calf-skinned glove by the finger tips he bowed slowly to kiss the back of her delicately perfumed and stylishly covered hand.
‘Charmed’ said McKenzie, smiling broadly. ‘Thank you for coming’.
‘The pleasure is all mine’. Maria’s voice resonated from her diaphragm like a treasure that had been hidden until now. Her teeth sparkled although there was no sun. She radiated her own light.
‘Steady…’, mused McKenzie, convinced that Maria could read his thoughts…..
….With persuasive words she led him astray; she seduced him with her smooth talk. All at once he followed her like an ox going to the slaughter, like a deer stepping into a noose.… (Proverbs 7:21-22)
McKenzie Meets Seduction: http://www.getthegist.net
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TheWayCM French Podcast - La Rencontre

TheWayCM French Podcast - La Rencontre:
http://thewaycmfrenchpodcast.podomatic.com/entry/2010-12-23T05_09_39-08_00
Joyeux Noel.

Winter Photos 2010

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