When Fog Sets Down
Sometimes fog sets down on the path we travel
We get confused which way is the right road to trave
l Because we aren’t sure if there is a black or white answer to our direction
So, we stumble, and we fall
as we try to find our own way through the fog
So, we in our panic
Send up a prayer toward heaven
Like a smoke signal, trying to help the Lord to find us in the fog
But God reminds us
There is no place that can hide us from His eyes
So, He whispers gently in our ear “Peace, be still
Open your ears and eyes to Me
I will guide you back to safety
“Sometimes fog sets down on the path we travel
We get confused which way is the right way to travel
In our own panic we try to find our own way out of the fog
“So, we stumble, and we fall”
Written by Stephen J. Vattimo
(August 8, 1998)

Glory of the Divine
Diversity is found in university
Flows from the Divine,
magnified among every kind of Shape of eye, size of body, color of hide
The creativity of our Creator will blow your mind
Diversity is found in university
The deceiver, he is a weaver of webs of lies
He wants nothing good to flourish
His heart pines for everything created by the Divine to die
He poisons the mind toward diversity
Portrays it as a strangling vine
Of hate, violence, death
Diversity proclaims the glory of the Divine
Diversity in color creates art
Diversity in sound creates music
Diversity in thought creates poetry
Celebrate diversity
It proclaims we are created in the image of the Divine
(February 27, 2017

Gods Working the lost and Found
Friends,
Many people of today, don’t believe in God. They will insist that there is no scientific proof that He exist.
God is not a mouse that can be boxed in and studied under a microscope.
I can suggest that the reality of God’s existence can rather be measured by incidences of His intervention into people’s lives, in their time of need.
My personal faith is based on what the bible testifies about God, not on my personal experiences.
But my experiences with God’s intervention in the affairs of my life, reenforces that He is a God of mercy and love.
So, I want to share with you this incredible and factual story. that the event will testify to the sceptic that God is a real living being.
This event took place in the month of September of the year 1994. I remember the weather being warm during the day but turn cold when the sun went down.
At the time, I worked for a sign manufacturing and installation company.
Now each day, would start with shop chores, my was sweeping the floors, collecting and disposing of the trash form the wastebaskets of the shop.
My counterparts’ chore was to check and top off the automotive fluids of the company vehicles.
During this week, my counterpart, was working with a senior company employee
on a project located out of state. So, none preformed his morning chore.
The day of this event took place was on a Friday. The owner of the company tasked me to drive up to norther New Jersey to deliver some vinal lettering to a customer.
While traveling up the New Jersey turn pike, the trucks engine seized up!
Evidently someone did not top off the fluids of the company vehicles.
Now the event took place in history before cell phones were commonly owned and used.
So, the first obstacle to conquer was to find a phone and call my shop to alert them that the truck has broken down and I am stranded on the turn pike. So, I noticed from my line of sight from the truck that there was a housing development down a hill from my location.
To get to the housing development I had to cross six lanes of traffic (without getting hit by a vehicle) then scale two fences.
I walked up to the first house that had a car or two in their driveway. I rank the doorbell, and a Japanese elderly lady answer the door, who spoke no English. But her granddaughter spoke English.
I explained my predicament and asked can I use their phone to call my company to inform them of my situation. They graciously accommodated me.
So, the owner of the company instructed me to go back to the truck, that he was sending His bother in law to come get me.
Not to long after I made my way safely back to the truck, a New Jersey state trooper pulls up and informs me that the truck must be towed off the turn pike to a garage in the nearest town.
When this is all transpiring, my company has closed for the day, and now I am at a garage that has impounded the truck in their yard, and they are in the middle of closing their shop.
So here I am standing t outside a closed auto motive repair shop, located across from a graveyard. The sun is going down, and the temperature is dropping. Thank God there `was a pay pone where I was stranded.
But to my despair, everyone I called, no one was coming to get me. The company owner probably thinks I and the truck are still located on the New Jersey turn pick. When I called his house, his son said his dad was at a basketball game.
I call my dad, who was up from Florida to check in on the health problems his mother was having. Me and my bother were trying to help her with needs, but we could not give her the intensive care she needed. So, we call our father and informed him of her situation
My dad told me he could not help me, he had to stay with his mother.
The storm clouds of doom and gloom are starting to get heavy. How is the brother-in-law going to find me? He is going to give up searching for me when he can’t spot the company truck stranded on the turn pike.
So, I sent up a Flare toward Heaven in the form of a prayer.
Here is how God answer my prater.
The brother and law did give up his search for the missing employee and company truck. He decided to get as pizza for dinner before he headed home. The town he made the pit stop at, was the town I was in.
He drove right pass me in his car. He probably did not see me running after his car, it was a poorly lighten road. On his way to head home, he drove down the same road I was on again.
He drove pass me a second time, but at the last second, he saw me in his rearview mirror.
So, he backed up his car and picked me up. I was safely in my home by 10pm.
God had directed events, to lead a person to the exact location of a missing truck and follow employee.
Romans 8:28 - And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose.
Written by Stephen J. Vattimo 1/28/2022

Don’t Gamble with the Devil
The devil gave you a call
to invite you to a card game
He said, “If you win
I will give you fortune and fame
“If you lose
I will take all you have in your name”
You told your concerned friends
You have mastered all card games
So, you accepted the devil’s invitation to his card game
Don’t gamble with the devil
You have so much to lose
Lady luck seemed to be on your side
for the cards seemed to be dealt in your favor
As the game played on
It seemed like the devil was feeding His card right into your hand
Don’t gamble with the devil
You have so much to lose
The game was coming to a close
A smile on your face arose
For the whole game seemed to be played in your favor
The strange thing you noticed
The devil didn’t show any remorse
of losing the game in his behavior
Don’t gamble with the devil
You have so much to lose
When you both threw down your cards
Your jaw dropped down to your knees
For what did your eyes see?
The devil had the winning hand
A smile arose on his face
As he said,
“You thought you were going to beat the devil
at his own game?
“You poor fool
You were only being deceived
“Now pay me
what you owe me
Give me your soul”
Written by Stephen J. Vattimo
(December 23, 1992)

Eastern Star
Oh, Eastern Star, that shines so bright in the dark night.
You were the guiding light, that led the shepherds to the new born Child of
Hope.
Who one day will wash our crimson-stained lives whiter than snow!
Oh, Eastern Star, that shined so bright in that dark night.
Were you a guardian angel, who kept watch over the helpless mother and
Child?
Oh, Eastern Star, that shined so bright on that first Christmas night.
Were you God’s crier,
who proclaimed the arrival of His gift of deliverance to creation
From the curse of sin?
Oh, Eastern Star, that shined so bright in that dark night.
I am thinking of you tonight,
While I gaze upon this cold starry night!
My heart is warmed by the Holy Spirit
as I give thanks and praise to God for sending us His Son!
(December 24, 1994)

My Faith Testimony
Published: Jun 6, 2008Literature Text
Stephen J. Vattimo born 1965 in the Philadelphia area of Pennsylvania.
Stephen is a spiritual artist who writes and paints, to communicate the teachings of the Holy Bible.
I was a problemed child when i was growing up. I was hyperactive, and unruly, when it came to summiting to the structure environment of attending school.
I was not a juvenile delinquent, but i was an out-of-control class clown.
By the second grad i was removed from public school, and removed from my parent's custody, and made a ward of the state, and placed in a privet boarding school.
During my nine years stay at the boarding school, six of those years i spent standing in a hall with my face to the wall for being unwilling to subject myself to authority, or structured program of the school.
When i was the age of fourteen, my path started to take a positive turn, as I was entered into a one-on-one tutoring program, were my path intersected with a truly gifted teacher, who possessed the gifts of creativeness, patience, and a caring heart toward difficult students. She had been a great instrument in opening my eye to understanding the important me applying myself to getting my education, and to summit myself to those who have been placed in authority over me.
At the age of sixteen I returned to live with my parents and returned to Public High School. while i was living at home my life was full of loneliness, fear, and uncertainty. These troubled times started me on my quest to find out who God really is and seek his help to survive this stormy time in my life.
Along my quest to find God, The Devil tried to ensnare me with various cult groups who tried to fill my head with their false teaching about God, Jesus, and the Bible, through inviting me to their study groups, sending or giving me their magazines and books.
God had intervened in my journey, and brought the light of truth, the Holy Bible into my life, to guide me along the path to find Himself.
I had been given two Bibles by two different people, who never crossed paths with one another.
the summer of 1981 i was fatally wounded by being hit by a speeding car while crossing a street. The impact from the car throws my body about 75 feet through the air. I was hospitalized for about a week, then i was released to go home, but i had to be watched because i was having backout spells.
During that summer i spent about six hours a day reading The Holy Bible
and praying for God to reveal Himself to me. God, through His Holy Spirit, show me through the scripture what I need to do to receive Jesus Christ as my Savior, and how to confess and repent from seeking to live of sin, and to live for God by faith. I became a Christian and have receive eternal, instead of receiving death in the summer of 1981, and i am still work at living and serving My God, My King.
You know I pass the Coner where i was hit by the car, often, and I thank God I didn't die before I met Christ.
Written by Stephen J. Vattimo
June 6, 2008

Freedom to Fly
Freedom to fly
It’s a God-given gift
Dreaming is as air is for living
Flowing down from His highly exalted throne
Freedom to fly
Is not a privilege granted
By rulers whose realm of authority is ground bound?
Knowledge of wrong and right
Is revealed to us
From the Righteous One
Who dwells in a kingdom on high
Knowledge of wrong and right
Should not be dictated by corruptible judges
Who suppresses the truth
For worldly praise
Freedom to fly
Is a desire
Like an unquenchable fire
A pilot that God ignited inside us
When He created you and me
Chains of sin
Rob us of the freedom to fly
Keep our souls sinking in the mire
God so full of love
Out of His nature of grace and mercy
Sent from His throne room a Savior to the people of the ground
To shatter the chains that keep us fastened to the gates
To the entrance of the lake of fire
Freedom to fly
Those who God has set free is free indeed
Free to fly on the Spirit wings
That one day will carry them to God’s kingdom in the sky
For those who think the message and gift of God is a bad joke
They will fabricate their own myths of hope
Like the Greek character Icarus
They will try to acquire their own way to fly
They will create wings out of wax and feathers
As they fly toward the kingdom in the sky
The Son will melt their wings
(February 18, 2012)

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How Does Your Garden Grow?
A Christian life is like a fertile field
that is purchased with a costly price by the Master,
Who puts the field under our stewardship while He is away.
Now there are two kinds of seed
that will take root in the fertile soil.
One is the Word of God.
The other is the desires of the flesh.
When the Word seed is nurtured,
it will grow and produce spiritual fruit and abundant life.
When the desires of the flesh seed are nurtured,
it will grow to produce false satisfaction and death.
So, when the Master returns,
will He be pleased with what you have cultivated in His field?
Remember, what you sow is what you will reap!
(February 24, 1999)

Fill the Mold
Can you hear the hypnotic hum of the production line?
Education Rehabilitation factories rolling out images of humans made of plastic and wood.
Minds are erased of parental guidance.
Memory banks programmed with political correctness.
Manikin, manikin
Original thought, personal passions, is like a stick of dynamite, it will splinter their heads.
They are invading our world. Replacing our friends and family, when they go to sleep.
Don’t allow them to erase your original thought, snuff out polite to your burning passions.
Beware of the manikins, manikins.
Written by Stephen J. Vattimo 5/4/2020