Saturday, September 19, 2020

The Awakening

“This is a little unusual.”

“I know, but she always liked to feel special, and she has always felt uncertain and scared about this moment, knowing it would come.”

“No one is going to shout ‘Surprise!’, are they? God, I hope not!” 

“No. No, not this time.” He said, smiling broadly with a twinkle in the eye. “They all know how she feels. But this is going be fun! I’ve been looking forward to this so much!”
The young woman was cautiously walking toward them from the darkness, toward all of them, looking both concerned and confused, definitely nervous. She was beautiful! Dark hair, dark eyes, looking to be in her late twenties or possibly thirty. Like many others before her, she was confused and relieved to no longer feel the stiffness, the aches, the constant pain throughout her body. It both added to the confusion, yet encouraged her with each step.

Not many people had this large of a reception, so many that knew her and were waiting for her. 

The first one she recognized, the one who kept coaxing her closer was Jack, her husband.. but it was a young and thin Jack. At first, she had mistaken him for her grandson, Jon, but it was Jack! With the realization, she walked faster, taking his hand as he pulled her into the crowd. Wait! There was her sister, Vickie smiling brightly next to Tom… and then she saw her parents! Both younger than she had ever known them.. and Carol… and Tony! They all started to crowd her now! So many people she had missed for so long! She had been alone so long, but no more!!
“I love this! I love seeing her here… I love her so much!” 

“But she barely knew you.”

“Oh, she knew me! She knew me through the people in her life, but more importantly: I knew her! Now, I’m going to welcome Claudette.”
The man started walking through the crowd. Seeing Him approach, each person knowingly and eagerly made way for Him.

His smile only grew as He approached, and His eyes shone brightly. His walk was both regal and light, almost dancing with joy as He approached her. Jack finally let her go, and her parents pulled her towards them, parting so she could walk between them to present her to the King. 
“Why should I let you into my kingdom?” He said, still smiling, knowing her response. 

“Because you invited me here…Jesus.” She said, still a bit cautious.

“Yes I did, didn’t I?” He said with a big laugh as they embraced for the first time. She looked like a little girl, hugging her best friend / older brother.
And with that happy moment the light of heaven grew, cheers erupting from all the family and friends as the greater throng of heaven suddenly was revealed. It was a vast gathering and all of heaven celebrates her entry, trusting like a child, the promises of Jesus.

In loving memory of my mom in this new day and new year of her eternal life.

So then, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; what is old has passed away —look, what is new has come!

2 Corinthians 5:17

copyright ©2020 Mitchell Malloy ( 

Thursday, September 17, 2020


Imagine this: 

You are at a large house party complete with delicious food and drinks. Music is playing and people are talking, laughing, and smiling. You are there with family, friends, neighbors, some co-workers and even some folks you don’t recognize when you notice a beeping from the middle of the house. You walk over to the take a closer look at the source of the noise: a small electronic device.

Hoping it’s not what you think it is, you examine it more closely and your fears are confirmed when you realize it’s a bomb! Somehow in a wacky way you don’t fully understand, you have the knowledge and expertise to know for sure that this is a lethal bomb that has been activated. It will blow up the house, leaving only a large crater. You don’t even know how you recognize the bomb, but you do. You also realize it could simply look like a bomb, a clever fake intended to make a joke of the person recognizing it. And yet you know it really is a bomb. 

The beeping continues as you consider how to get people to safety. The beeping is a constant reminder that the bomb is there, but there is no count-down display like in the movies. It simply beeps and beeps indicating that a count-down has started without any way to accurately predict exactly when it will detonate. You could flee and save yourself, try to convince others, try to disable the bomb or pretend it’s not an issue

This is not some prophetic dream or vision I’m recalling, but it’s a fairly accurate analogy to what I believe is happening in our country right now. Like ancient Israel, we consecrated this nation to the Almighty God and the blessings outlined in Deuteronomy have been poured out upon the United States. But like ancient Israel, we have lost our commitment to God and the curses of abandoning His ways are coming upon us. 

But God is merciful, and He will extend this age a little longer if we return to Him… if we repent of the actions and inactions that have led to our current state. We, His people who have been called by His name as CHRISTians, are so imperfect. But if we will pray, seeking His Face and turning away from our shameful behavior, He will hear our prayers and forgive us… and He will heal our land. 

We need this, and an unbelieving world needs us to be faithful in disarming the bomb. Rosh Hashanah starts Friday September 18th. See my 10 year old warning and join me in prayer and fasting for our nation.

Become part of The Return and learn more about it through this video:

copyright ©2020 Mitchell Malloy ( 

Sunday, September 13, 2020

The Power Struggle

I had a conversation with someone about values. I shared mine, and he shared his. Without going into much detail about the conversation, he valued “strength”, which struck me as strange. In my mind strength was simply a means to an end, an enabler. Strength is like money: it’s only good for what it gets you. But what I do with any of my resources, such as strength or money, that can reveal what I truly value. If we cherish something that is simply an enabler, will we ever be satisfied? Can it ever be attained? It has no intrinsic benefit, but it only enables that which is really needed.

It’s been said that the only one who truly believes that money doesn’t matter has never known what it’s like to be poor. Something similar could be said about power, and maybe that’s why so many people are struggling for power. Our world is focused on power structures and power struggles; people have come to focus on power and money as the goal rather than a means to an end.

I look at these enablers differently, but it’s not because I take them for granted. There have been times in my life where my strength has been stripped from me to the point where I’ve been completely dependent upon someone else. And I know what it’s like to not have money, too. I’ll be honest: growing up without made me hungry for something more, and I can still struggle with that. But walking with Christ has opened my eyes to reality.

If money and power were so important, why weren’t they emphasized by Jesus? Instead, His messages focused on living rightly and embracing the Kingdom of God. He wasn’t concerned with power because all power was already His, something that He laid down for a period and picked up again.

As I understand it now, all power comes from God. There is no strength in my body, no power of intellect, that doesn’t come as a gift from the Almighty and Ever-Living God. That’s humbling, isn’t it? Yet it is reassuring to know there is no limit to the resources that He makes available to us. But He doesn’t just give to us as we want, like some genie in a bottle granting all our wishes. He wants us to partner with Him, walk with Him, and to see things the way they really are, the way He made them to be, so that we can become as He desires us to be.

The truth is: there is a power struggle, but it’s all one-sided. It began with one rebellious angel who decided he should be the most powerful, and it continues with angels and men that join in his rebellion. This struggle has been going on for millennia… all one-sided, because on the other side is God and those living in His Kingdom. God, the Author and Creator of all things, versus an assemble of rebellious brats who think they can somehow usurp power from the One Who
is Power itself, the very One Who gave them every resource they have.

Everything is a power struggle for those who believe that first fallen angel. But for those who let the Kingdom reign in their lives, there is no power struggle, there is simply the use of resources that God provides to do what it right: to provide for and protect others in demonstration of love. There is even the use of power to protect those who have joined in the rebellion, to help them understand the reality of God’s love. After all, the best way to destroy an enemy is to make them your friend.

But at some point, the enemy camp will be filled with only the irredeemable. At that point, all of heaven will be quiet in the solemn realization that no one else will be joining the Kingdom, and the power of God will be displayed. The rebellion will come to an end, and all those who struggled for power will discover it was a foolish endeavor. And those who struggled to live rightly and walk with their God will find their reward in an eternity of unfiltered love and joy. May we all be struggling for the right thing!

copyright ©2020 Mitchell Malloy (