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About the Book
"The Battle of Armageddon" by Jimmy Swaggart is a Christian book that delves into the biblical prophecy of the final battle between good and evil at Armageddon. Swaggart explores the significance of this event in relation to current world events and emphasizes the importance of being spiritually prepared for the coming battle. The book offers insights into the end times and encourages readers to strengthen their faith and walk with God.
Jackie Hill Perry
Jackie Hill Perry has a way with words, and people canât stop listening. A gifted poet, rapper, writer, and teacher, she has written books and Bible studies, released hip-hop albums, and taught at events, conferences, colleges, and coliseums all over the nation. Inspired by her powerful testimony of salvation and deliverance from a gay lifestyle and her teaching on the holiness of God, the word is out: God is good, He is Lord, and those who surrender to Him are made new.
The Power of God
Itâs a message Jackie is passionate about because she knows firsthand the transformational power of Jesus Christ. She and her husband â fellow spoken-word artist, Preston Perry â met in 2009 while performing at an artistâs showcase. Impressed with Jackieâs poetry, Preston struck up a friendship that deepened over the years. Eventually, they began dating, which presented significant challenges but also great rewards. The Lord used Preston as a source of healing, and marriage forced Jackie to deal with hurts and fears sheâd been reluctant to give to God. The couple, who reside in Atlanta, married in 2014. They are now the parents of three daughters: Eden, Autumn, and Sage; and are expecting a son.
A decade ago, Jackie could never have imagined marriage, motherhood, and ministry in her future. Violated and abandoned by men who should have loved and protected her, Jackie was hurting. Fear and distrust kept watch over her heart. Surrender wasnât an option, even when a loving God promised her new life. Despite some exposure to church and to Scripture, Jackie was adamant that she would never submit to Jesus as Lord.
Her attraction to women started in early childhood and intensified during adolescence. Jackie finally gave in to same-sex desires, along with drugs and other habits that brought comfort, pleasure, and an emotional escape. Suppressing her femininity by wearing menâs clothing and assuming the male role in dating relationships, Jackie says every area of her life was characterized by sin and rebellion against God.
Then one evening, 19-year-old Jackie felt the conviction of the Holy Spirit. Recalling the experience, she says, âIt was a God thing. No one can ever tell me that I saved myself. I had some understanding of Jesus and obedience and Christianity. But I sincerely wanted nothing to do with God on His terms.â
Even as she resisted, Jackie clearly sensed the Lord speaking to her. âWhen He showed me that all of my sin would be the death of me â that it was true that the wages of sin is death, but it was equally true that God offered eternal life if I would repent and believe â I was compelled to trust Him. For the first time in my life, I knew that God was real and He was worth it. Just the day before, my heart was hard as a rock, and now I wanted Jesus. Only the Holy Spirit could have done that.â
âFor the first time in my life, I knew that God was real and He was worth it. Just the day before, my heart was hard as a rock, and now I wanted Jesus. Only the Holy Spirit could have done that.â
The Power of Words
Jackie dove into Godâs Word and began discovering the woman He designed her to be â mind, body, and spirit. Seeking to express herself in deeper, more artistic ways, she began writing poetry. Jackie didnât shy away from revealing her past or the ongoing struggle with temptation and sin. Her poems unflinchingly spoke gospel truth and glorified God as the ultimate source of love and life. After connecting with the Passion for Christ Movement (P4CM), Jackie was asked to write a poem about being an ex-lesbian. Hesitant at first, she felt the Lord prompting her to move forward. Through its confessional lyrics and rock-solid theology, My Life as a Stud shined a spotlight on Jackieâs conversion and marked the beginning of her public ministry.
âWhen My Life As a Stud came out in 2009, so many gay and lesbian people who didnât go to church, didnât trust Christians, and didnât want to have anything to do with the Bible clicked on the poem and suddenly wanted Jesus. I realized God had given me this art form where Iâm able to speak to peopleâs hearts.â
Since then, she has taken the message of Godâs love to artist showcases, faith-based conferences, college campuses, and major media outlets. The foundation of her message is always the Word of God: In His goodness, God created male and female. As the perfect designer of gender and sexuality, God is worthy of trust and obedience. Although same-sex attraction is central to her testimony, Jackie emphasizes that the church should approach the LGBTQ community the same way it approaches other people. Everyone is created to be an image-bearer of the living God with a unique identity and great worth. Rather than labeling someone as âa gay friend,â itâs important to develop genuine, one-on-one relationships the same way Jesus did. By investing in authentic friendships, Christians will be able to share the gospel because theyâre actually modeling it.
The Power of Redemption
Jackie points out that being âdead in sinâ goes far beyond someoneâs sexual preference. Without Christ, people are lost in every way. But when Jesus gives new life, He forgives and redeems the whole person. She says, âGod saved me from sin, not just my sexuality. I was an all-around sinful person. In essence, sin was my lord. As much as I loved women in a lustful way, I also loved pornography and drugs, bitterness and unforgiveness.â
Through discipleship, Jackie recognized the holistic nature of Godâs redemption. âIâve learned that pride is one of my greatest struggles, even more so than same-sex attraction,â she explains. âPride manifests itself in so many areas of my life, itâs hard to keep up. God didnât just rescue me from being gay. He saved me from believing Iâm a better lord than He is.â In response to the growing debate over same-sex attraction and the frequent questions she receives when people hear her testimony, Jackie wrote her first book, Gay Girl, Good God, to serve three core groups: people seeking to help and understand those within the LGBTQ community; people within the community who may disagree with some of her conclusions but are still intrigued; and people who are believers, yet have same-sex attraction and are trying to figure out how to love Jesus while dealing with those feelings.
When asked what she hopes the church learns from the book, she says, âI want people to see that how you reach the LGBTQ community is the same way you reach anybody â with the gospel. The gospel is about God. The method shouldnât be any different when youâre speaking to someone who is dealing with gluttony or lying or lust. Itâs all the same. God is Lord, Heâs Master, Heâs King, Heâs able to save. And the problem with sin is always a problem between us and God.â
"God is Lord, Heâs Master, Heâs King, Heâs able to save. And the problem with sin is always a problem between us and God."
The Power of Community
Jackie hopes the church will develop greater empathy for same-sex individuals and recognize how difficult it is to walk away from the gay lifestyle. She says, âItâs not a random sin that is easily put off. The feelings are real, and it takes time and work and a long process of dying to self.â Without a supportive church family to encourage and affirm her, the author might have fallen away. The first couple of years as a Christian were the hardest. Jackie had to learn to put off the old nature and put on Christ. The process required spiritual and physical discipline. She had to shop for womenâs clothing, an experience that made her feel strange, vulnerable, and afraid.
Temptation was a constant source of condemnation, at times pushing Jackie into depression and doubt as she grieved over her sinful nature. After a decade of growing in Christ, Jackie still faces temptations but says theyâre more subtle and easier to flee. Instead of looking at women as objects of lust, she chooses to see them as image-bearers of God. In evaluating her walk with the Lord, she considers whether she is loving people well, growing in holiness, and bearing good fruit. And she looks to Jesus, who endured the horror of the cross because He loved God with all of His heart. Knowing Jesus didnât want the cup of suffering, yet accepted it with humility, helps Jackie run the Christian race with endurance.
Endurance and spiritual growth became the inspiration for Jackieâs second album, Crescendo, which was hailed as âstunning,â âflawless,â and arguably âthe best hip-hop album of the year.â Although she began experimenting with rap simply for creative expression, Jackie soon saw it as another platform to share the gospel. When asked about the albumâs title, the talented artist says, âIn music theory, âcrescendoâ means the increase in sound. So I wanted to apply that to faith. When youâre in Christ, as your faith increases, your fruit should get louder. You love more, youâre more generous, more attentive to the needs of people. You listen well. Things begin to change as your faith becomes more evident.â
She wrote the album to mimic that spiritual progression. The first track begins on a low note with âLamentations,â a rap about the reality of sin and the tendency for Jackie to forget sheâs been forgiven. Taking listeners through an honest exploration of spiritual growth, Crescendo ends on a high note, celebrating how the Lord saved Jackie through His gospel, initiated her Christian walk, and sustains her to this day.
The Power of Legacy
A gifted communicator and lyricist, Jackie isnât just impacting culture with wordcraft. Sheâs also building a spiritual legacy for her children. Because of her childhood trauma, the idea of raising daughters was terrifying. But sheâs found so much joy in becoming a mom. Jackie says, âWhen I think of parenthood, I know Iâm only called to steward these children and disciple them and hope they will love the Lord with all their hearts, souls, minds, and strength. When I was carrying Eden, Titus 2 really spoke to me about the older women teaching the younger women.
"Once I realized what a privilege it would be to raise up a woman in my home, I welcomed the challenge.â As Jackie reflects on the last decade, she gives God all the glory and praise. Without Christ, she wouldnât have her precious daughters, would have missed out on beautiful friendships, and would never have experienced being loved by a man for the first time in her life. âIf God hadnât rescued me, none of this would be possible,â Jackie says. âLife still has its challenges, for sure. But itâs better. Itâs so much better.â
This article courtesy of HomeLife magazine.
was my life better back then
Our family serves in the Himalayan mountains, with the desire to see the church spread and flourish far into the unengaged villages confettied on these snowy peaks. The people here, as you might imagine, have a grit that I havenât inherited from my suburban childhood. Wrinkled shepherds lead their goats to menacing heights with learned ease. If you peek inside a brightly painted cement home, you might see a woman browning onions over a fire, her daughter wringing out clothes, and her toddler sleeping to the buzz of cartoons. Iâve always dreamed of this sort of a place. As a middle-schooler, I read Jesus Freaks  aloud to the kids at my art table, and when playing Would You Rather  on the topic of death, I would argue that martyrdom is the best way to go out. If I could have seen the place where I would raise my children, I would have thought all of my dreams had come true. What I didnât expect was that life here would feel like a meat-tenderizer to the heart. I didnât see the grief coming in like a tidal wave. Iâm learning a language that puts me in situations where Iâm exposed and embarrassed. We are always the ones asking questions and bending our preferences to better serve those around us. Homeschooling five kids and cooking food from scratch doesnât make me feel like Wonder Woman, but just very, very tired. How was I to know how sharp the sting of this calling would be, the pain of dying daily? I have formed a bad habit when Iâm hurting. When too many guests come for chai and my character is as robust as the brown apple core in my toddlerâs sticky grip, I exit mentally. I cherry-pick a golden memory and think how those were the days . Imagined Land of Yesteryear The past is a commonplace to run for escape. Isnât the entire world wishing for life to go back to normal, before COVID reared its ugly head? How often do we pine after the freedoms of life before kids, only to ache for that noisy house a decade later? Donât we wish relationships could morph back to what they had been before the argument? If only time could rewind the consuming cancer, the regretted affair, and the old age from surprising us. When the call to live in the present feels like cruelty, dealt out by Godâs own hand, we can drown in self-pity and enter an ugly world. A world based on our memories of the past, but altered. Everything was right back then. Such good old days are often talked about in passing, and most people agree how much better it would be if only we could return. We donât realize the damage at stake in allowing our brains and hearts to live in this imagined land of yesteryear. âWe donât realize the damage at stake in allowing our brains and hearts to live in this imagined land of yesteryear.â The worst part in exchanging the present for the past is that we can make ourselves gods. We become interpreters of whatâs good and whatâs not. We donât lean on the Lordâs providence, but think we know what we need. We remember ourselves ten pounds thinner and everyone a lot happier than they truly were. We are most deceived about ourselves, the memories usually a highlight reel of us at our prime. Running Somewhere Maybe you arenât tempted to live in the past like me. But Luke 15 makes a good case that all of us are running somewhere when the present feels difficult to swallow. Here are two sons discontent at home. When life isnât what they want, the younger son runs to another country to feed his appetite for pleasure (Luke 15:11â13). Meanwhile, the older brother stays physically near his dad, but his heart is far from home (Luke 15:28â32). Where are we running when life is not what we want it to be? Perhaps we seek success, to create a comfortable home, or to be thought well of in our workplace and church. If we seek escape in these places, as I have in memories of the past, we wonât like where we end up. Life away from the Father is empty. Like a popped balloon, joy whooshes out and we are left limp, deflated. The sonsâ attempts of finding life elsewhere leave them homeless and toiling like slaves (Luke 15:14â16, 29). Even if we have a lifetime of sermons in our head, do we live what we claim to know? If we did, how could we ever run from someone so ready to love us, who waits with unparalleled patience and pursues us wherever we are, however painful the present moment? God wants us home with him. So much so that he left perfection for a world writhing in pain. He took on the violence of hell so that his children wouldnât have to. Home Among the Thistles Maybe we are at a crossroads. Perhaps, like myself, your shoes are well-traveled. Youâve also formed bad habits in order to escape the places where life hurts the most. Youâve called God names and arenât certain you can live with the one who ordained lifeâs present pain. Look again at Luke 15 and dare to believe this is your story, too. The house is alive with music, and the table is set. You smell meat roasting in herbs and touch the silk of the slippers placed on your feet. See your Father run to embrace you. Hear his laughter that fills your heart with a happiness you were born to enjoy. âWe can make our home among the thistles because God promises to be there too.â Or hear the fatherâs words to his older child: âSon, you are always with me, and all that is mine is yoursâ (Luke 15:31). These words are for us, right now. Do we believe it? If so, we can make our home among the thistles because he promises to be there too. He will never, ever leave us. And because we have his promised nearness, all that is his is now laid before us as a feast. Every spiritual blessing is at our fingertips when we live at home in our Father (Ephesians 1:3). Especially  when our circumstances are January gray, heâs waiting for us to see the rainbow of his love. Black-Edged Envelopes Charles Spurgeon once testified, The worst days I have ever had have turned out to be my best days, and when God has seemed most cruel to me, he has then been most kind. If there is anything in this world for which I would bless him more than for anything else, it is for pain and affliction. I am sure that in these things the richest, tenderest love has been manifested to me. Our Fatherâs wagons rumble most heavily when they are bringing us the richest freight of the bullion of his grace. Love letters from heaven are often sent in black-edged envelopes. The cloud that is black with horror is big with mercy. . . . Fear not the storm, it brings healing in its wings, and when Jesus is with you in the vessel the tempest only hastens the ship to its desired haven. I am receiving more black-edged envelopes right now than I would care for. Dying daily has been less like Perpetua facing the beasts, and more like getting out of bed every morning to face the responsibilities of a calling that requires an unsavory dose of humility. This painful present, this everyday death is unnoticed by most, and as with the objects in a room when the lights are off, I canât seem to find the outline of my old identity. And yet, the storm of today will not end in shipwreck. Iâm not at the random mercy of the winds. The current rolling of thunder and high waves only assist me in getting home safe and sound. The presence of my Father and his continual invitation has repeatedly snapped me back from the past, allowing me to see the wonders in front of my face, like my children, the food on my plate, and the way the goats follow the voice of their shepherd down the valley with the sun dripping into the horizon.