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Sunrise Ministries


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Pastor Mike
Arthur Gabriele


Phil and Debi Jones

Phil and Debi Jones are gifted and versatile singer-songwriters who love the Lord and each other with all their hearts, and offer a joyful and genuine ministry of Music, Adult Education, and Comedy that ministers to heart, mind, and soul. Phil's life has been radically changed by the healing power of the living God, and he now provides a powerful testimony to God's grace and love. Debi is a friendly, funny, outgoing breath of fresh air whose excellent comic skills and timing make her a great partner for Phil. Together, this experienced, dedicated, and dynamic couple present God's goodness in a way that is both profound and enjoyable.

Phil and Debi Jones

Phil and Debi Jones are gifted and versatile singer-songwriters who love the Lord and each other with all their hearts, and offer a joyful and genuine ministry of Music, Adult Education, and Comedy th...

Phoenix Jordan

For more than 20 years, Phoenix Jordan has been writing, singing, and recording songs in praise of the God who saved him from an incurable, life-threatening illness. Now he has released his first album of love songs, "Love is Heaven, Love is Hell," which he calls "an autobiography in 14 songs." Some of the songs have deeper spiritual meanings, but some are just straight-up love songs about relationships, including some that worked out, and others that didn't, so it spans the whole range of emotions love can bring out in a man, both the good and the bad.

Phoenix Jordan

For more than 20 years, Phoenix Jordan has been writing, singing, and recording songs in praise of the God who saved him from an incurable, life-threatening illness. Now he has released his first alb...


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Heavy load of injustice

And [Pilate] replied to them, "Do you wish me to set free for you the king of the Jews?" For he was aware that it was because of envy that the chief priests had delivered him up.
(Mark 15:9-10)

Wow. The religious hierarchy wanted to get rid of Jesus, because the people were more inclined to follow him than to follow them. The longer Jesus lived, the more of their power, wealth, influence, and privilege they would lose. And they were more than willing to see to it that Jesus died, in order to protect their nests.
Why did the people prefer Jesus? Was it because of the loving quality of his teachings and persona? Was it because of his healing power? Was it because they saw him as a Provider, after being fed in the wilderness? Was it because they were sick and tired of the burdensome, nitpicky rules imposed by the law, and the judgmental and superior attitude of those who enforced that law? Was it some combination or perhaps all of these things?
And if Jesus had risen to prominence instead of being executed, what did the priest and scribes think would happen to them? Were they unable to conceive of becoming his followers? Were they just that proud, arrogant, and greedy that they would not accept any lessening of their rank and prestige and income?
God knew that it would never come to that. He knew that the authorities would kill Jesus, and He knew the manner of death he would have to face and undergo, and He judged it best, and judged Jesus strong enough. He judged it a price worth paying, in order to begin destroying the power of Satan to rule mankind by the fear of death.
For it is by the fear of pain and suffering and death that all the kings of this world secure the obedience of the people.
If Jesus, by submitting to scourgining, crucifixion, and death, emerged victorious through his resurrection from the dead, then we would all see that death is not the end. And if death is not the end, then we need not avoid death at all costs, and then the powers that be will have to find some other way of controlling us, if they can. And that's how Jesus became King above all kings and Lord above all lords.
And it is because Jesus was willing to pay that enormous price for us, that I gladly and willingly pay him my highest allegiance. Even above family and friends. Even above political party. Even above country. Even above church. All these are imperfect earthly vessels, capable of blocking God's will. Let God's will be done, on earth as it is in heaven.
-- Philip Eric Jones

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When Jesus comes again . . .

We are at that time of year when we celebrate Jesus' first (as far as we know) visit to earth. He came as a baby, and grew up as one of us.
But his own teachings strongly hint that his next visit will be different. He says that if someone tells us that the Messiah is here on earth, in this place or that (wilderness or inner rooms), not to believe them (Matthew 24: 23-26), and that false Messiahs will lead astray, if possible, even the elect, those whom God has chosen as His agents on earth.
Numerous scripture passages hint that Jesus will come suddenly, from the sky, rather than gradually and quietly, from the womb. "As the lightning comes from the east and shines even unto the west, so will be the coming of the Son of Man in his day." And after a cloud carried Jesus away after his resurrection (Acts 1:9), two men in white robes (angels?) said, "This Jesus . . . will return in the same way in which you saw him go into heaven." Before the Sanhedrin, Jesus said they would see him "coming in clouds." (Mark 14:62, Matthew 26:64) And unexpectedly, like a thief in the night.
Jesus called himself "Son of Man." That's a curious turn of phrase. Not Son of God, but Son of Man. Man is just one of a myriad species on earth. Does this mean that perhaps there has been or will be a divine visit to earth in the form of some other intelligent species? A Son of Dolphin or a Son of Whale? And what about intelligent life on other planets (which almost certainly exists)? Has The Word visited some of them, and lived in their bodies? Is it possible he will return to earth as one of them?
It's all speculation, but it fits the scriptures, and the known facts about the universe. That's why one of my favorite Christmas carols is "Every Star Shall Sing a Carol," by Sydney Carter. The words say, in part,
"Who can tell what other cradle,
High above the Milky Way,
Still may rock the King of Heaven,
On another Christmas Day?
Who can count how many crosses,
Still to come or long ago,
Crucify the King of Heaven?
Holy is the name I know.
Who can tell what other body
He will hallow for his own?
I will praise the son of Mary,
Brother of my blood and bone."
No one has yet done a definitive recording of this great off-the-beaten-path Christmas carol. Here is the best one I could find:
Enjoy, and ponder the greatness of the limitless God of Eternity.
Merry Christmas!
--Philip Eric Jones

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The emperor's new clothes

Yesterday at 8:27 AM ·
"Thou knowest the commandments, Do not commit adultery, Do not kill, Do not steal, Do not bear false witness, Defraud not."
- Jesus of Nazareth (Mark 10:19)

Here is an old folk tale, handed down to us from Hans Christian Andersen, followed by its application to the modern world:
"Many years ago there was an Emperor so exceedingly fond of new clothes that he spent all his money on being well dressed. He cared nothing about reviewing his soldiers, going to the theatre, or going for a ride in his carriage, except to show off his new clothes. He had a coat for every hour of the day, and instead of saying, as one might, about any other ruler, "The King's in council," here they always said. "The Emperor's in his dressing room."

In the great city where he lived, life was always gay. Every day many strangers came to town, and among them one day came two swindlers. They let it be known they were weavers, and they said they could weave the most magnificent fabrics imaginable. Not only were their colors and patterns uncommonly fine, but clothes made of this cloth had a wonderful way of becoming invisible to anyone who was unfit for his office, or who was unusually stupid.

"Those would be just the clothes for me," thought the Emperor. "If I wore them I would be able to discover which men in my empire are unfit for their posts. And I could tell the wise men from the fools. Yes, I certainly must get some of the stuff woven for me right away." He paid the two swindlers a large sum of money to start work at once.

They set up two looms and pretended to weave, though there was nothing on the looms. All the finest silk and the purest old thread which they demanded went into their traveling bags, while they worked the empty looms far into the night.

"I'd like to know how those weavers are getting on with the cloth," the Emperor thought, but he felt slightly uncomfortable when he remembered that those who were unfit for their position would not be able to see the fabric. It couldn't have been that he doubted himself, yet he thought he'd rather send someone else to see how things were going. The whole town knew about the cloth's peculiar power, and all were impatient to find out how stupid their neighbors were.

"I'll send my honest old minister to the weavers," the Emperor decided. "He'll be the best one to tell me how the material looks, for he's a sensible man and no one does his duty better."

So the honest old minister went to the room where the two swindlers sat working away at their empty looms.

"Heaven help me," he thought as his eyes flew wide open, "I can't see anything at all". But he did not say so.

Both the swindlers begged him to be so kind as to come near to approve the excellent pattern, the beautiful colors. They pointed to the empty looms, and the poor old minister stared as hard as he dared. He couldn't see anything, because there was nothing to see. "Heaven have mercy," he thought. "Can it be that I'm a fool? I'd have never guessed it, and not a soul must know. Am I unfit to be the minister? It would never do to let on that I can't see the cloth."

"Don't hesitate to tell us what you think of it," said one of the weavers.

"Oh, it's beautiful -it's enchanting." The old minister peered through his spectacles. "Such a pattern, what colors!" I'll be sure to tell the Emperor how delighted I am with it."

"We're pleased to hear that," the swindlers said. They proceeded to name all the colors and to explain the intricate pattern. The old minister paid the closest attention, so that he could tell it all to the Emperor. And so he did.

The swindlers at once asked for more money, more silk and gold thread, to get on with the weaving. But it all went into their pockets. Not a thread went into the looms, though they worked at their weaving as hard as ever.

The Emperor presently sent another trustworthy official to see how the work progressed and how soon it would be ready. The same thing happened to him that had happened to the minister. He looked and he looked, but as there was nothing to see in the looms he couldn't see anything.

"Isn't it a beautiful piece of goods?" the swindlers asked him, as they displayed and described their imaginary pattern.

"I know I'm not stupid," the man thought, "so it must be that I'm unworthy of my good office. That's strange. I mustn't let anyone find it out, though." So he praised the material he did not see. He declared he was delighted with the beautiful colors and the exquisite pattern. To the Emperor he said, "It held me spellbound."

All the town was talking of this splendid cloth, and the Emperor wanted to see it for himself while it was still in the looms. Attended by a band of chosen men, among whom were his two old trusted officials-the ones who had been to the weavers-he set out to see the two swindlers. He found them weaving with might and main, but without a thread in their looms.

"Magnificent," said the two officials already duped. "Just look, Your Majesty, what colors! What a design!" They pointed to the empty looms, each supposing that the others could see the stuff.

"What's this?" thought the Emperor. "I can't see anything. This is terrible!

Am I a fool? Am I unfit to be the Emperor? What a thing to happen to me of all people! - Oh! It's very pretty," he said. "It has my highest approval." And he nodded approbation at the empty loom. Nothing could make him say that he couldn't see anything.

His whole retinue stared and stared. One saw no more than another, but they all joined the Emperor in exclaiming, "Oh! It's very pretty," and they advised him to wear clothes made of this wonderful cloth especially for the great procession he was soon to lead. "Magnificent! Excellent! Unsurpassed!" were bandied from mouth to mouth, and everyone did his best to seem well pleased. The Emperor gave each of the swindlers a cross to wear in his buttonhole, and the title of "Sir Weaver."

Before the procession the swindlers sat up all night and burned more than six candles, to show how busy they were finishing the Emperor's new clothes. They pretended to take the cloth off the loom. They made cuts in the air with huge scissors. And at last they said, "Now the Emperor's new clothes are ready for him."

Then the Emperor himself came with his noblest noblemen, and the swindlers each raised an arm as if they were holding something. They said, "These are the trousers, here's the coat, and this is the mantle," naming each garment. "All of them are as light as a spider web. One would almost think he had nothing on, but that's what makes them so fine."

"Exactly," all the noblemen agreed, though they could see nothing, for there was nothing to see.

"If Your Imperial Majesty will condescend to take your clothes off," said the swindlers, "we will help you on with your new ones here in front of the long mirror."

The Emperor undressed, and the swindlers pretended to put his new clothes on him, one garment after another. They took him around the waist and seemed to be fastening something - that was his train-as the Emperor turned round and round before the looking glass.

"How well Your Majesty's new clothes look. Aren't they becoming!" He heard on all sides, "That pattern, so perfect! Those colors, so suitable! It is a magnificent outfit."

Then the minister of public processions announced: "Your Majesty's canopy is waiting outside."

"Well, I'm supposed to be ready," the Emperor said, and turned again for one last look in the mirror. "It is a remarkable fit, isn't it?" He seemed to regard his costume with the greatest interest.

The noblemen who were to carry his train stooped low and reached for the floor as if they were picking up his mantle. Then they pretended to lift and hold it high. They didn't dare admit they had nothing to hold.

So off went the Emperor in procession under his splendid canopy. Everyone in the streets and the windows said, "Oh, how fine are the Emperor's new clothes! Don't they fit him to perfection? And see his long train!" Nobody would confess that he couldn't see anything, for that would prove him either unfit for his position, or a fool. No costume the Emperor had worn before was ever such a complete success.

"But he hasn't got anything on," a little child said.

"Did you ever hear such innocent prattle?" said its father. And one person whispered to another what the child had said, "He hasn't anything on. A child says he hasn't anything on."

"But he hasn't got anything on!" the whole town cried out at last.

The Emperor shivered, for he suspected they were right. But he thought, "This procession has got to go on." So he walked more proudly than ever, as his noblemen held high the train that wasn't there at all.

There is a naked would-be emperor walking among us today, wearing only a Big Lie. However, in today's world, the emperor and the swindler are the same person. Not only is he clad only in a self-serving lie, it is a lie that he devised himself, and that he has convinced himself is true.

His followers and courtiers loudly proclaim the beauty of his new clothes, even though he is not wearing any, because they do not want the would-be emperor to think they are stupid, incompetent, or worse: disloyal.

The transparent lie that he has clothed himself in, is designed to make it impossible for us to live together in peace. It is a lie designed to inspire hatred, division, fear, and violence, and the longer it persists, the more people will die, and the more lives will be ruined, for the benefit of the would-be emperor.

All dictators devise loyalty tests for their followers. Gang initiations require new members of the gang to prove their loyalty by betraying some other loyalty, to family, to friends, to country, to God, to the law, etc. The more sacred a trust the gang can get you to break, the more certain they are of your loyalty to the gang.

Some of those proclaiming the Big Lie actually believe it to be true. The would-be emperor has sold them on it. But millions of others know it is a lie, and proclaim it any way. It is a dog whistle, signaling their loyalty to their emperor.

But there are lives in the balance, so please allow me to play the role of the little child in the old story. The emperor isn't wearing any clothes.
(1) The 2020 election was not stolen by the Democrats. In fact, they mounted no concerted effort to do so, by voter fraud or any other means.
(2) There was, however, a concerted effort to steal the election, orchestrated by the would-be emperor, using the Big Lie and the violence that it inspires. And that concerted effort continues, to this day.

Politics is just politics. It's all a matter of opinion, which is the best way forward, and who we want to lead. Vote for whoever you want.

But facts are facts, and truth is truth, and truth is a religious and spiritual matter. We, the Church, who say we worship a God of Truth, must stand up for the truth, especially when there are lives in the balance. Otherwise, the Church will be destroyed.

It may be that the country cannot be saved. After all, in Andersen's tale, the procession continues, even after the facts are brought to light, and as we can see, the procession is continuing today.

But the church does not need to collapse along with it, nor join the procession in praising the emperor's new clothes.

Jesus was given a stark choice by Pontius Pilate, who was the emperor's representative. He could die for the truth, or he could deny the truth and live.

Jesus said, "I have come into the world, to bear witness to the truth." Pilate answered, "What is truth?"

Jesus chose the truth, even though it meant an agonizing death on the cross. His resurrection symbolizes to us that we, too, are to stick to the truth, wherever it leads us, rather than take the easy way out of following the crowd in a Big Lie. It may require sacrifice. It may be very painful and unpleasant. We may be reviled, vilified, slandered, and ostracized as Jesus was. But the world will not be redeemed any other way.

--Philip Eric Jones

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Go Easy On Yourself

"Whoever therefore shall be ashamed of me and of my words in this adulterous and sinful generation, of him also shall the Son of Man be ashamed, when he cometh in the glory of his Father with the holy angels." (Mark 8:38)

Do not criticize yourself over the past. Just learn its lessons. What's done is done. But look at yourself in the present, so you don't go on repeating past sins.

And go easy on yourself. There will be plenty of criticism from others, and if God the Father is inclined to condemn you, he has plenty of grounds already. Criticizing yourself and dwelling excessively on past sins, mistakes, and disasters only makes you hungry in heart, and drives you to addictions of various kinds. Your task, from here on out, is to learn joyful obedience, and to let go of self-condemnation.

Peace in Christ,

link. For those of you in Central Texas, we will be offering a concert at Manchaca United Methodist Church on Sunday, October 9, at 7:00 link. in the sanctuary. The concert will include both brand new songs, and old favorites. Everyone who attends the concert will get a free mp3 copy of all four new songs by email. There will also be door prizes and refreshments, and a special guest appearance by Phoenix Jordan.

Please visit our website, at link, for more details, and feel free to Like and Follow Sunrise Ministries on Facebook (Facebook ). There are several Sunrise Ministries pages on Facebook. You will recognize ours by our picture.

Also, you can find us on Spotify, iTunes, or any other music service, by searching "Phil and Debi Jones".

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