Monday, December 30, 2013
Thursday, December 26, 2013
For unto us a Child is born, unto us a Son is given; and the government will be upon His shoulder. And His name will be called Wonderful, Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, and Prince of Peace. of the increase of His government and peace there will be no end, upon the throne of David and over His kingdom, to order it and establish it with judgment and justice from that time forward, even forever. The zeal of the Lord of hosts will perform this (Isaiah 9:6-7 NKJV).
Read Psalm 16:17, Romans 11:33-35.
Christ is the final revelation of God
One aspect of Christ being a Counselor is that in the New Testament and in Christ Himself; we have the final revelation of God. This can be seen in the book of Revelation of which the apostle John says: The revelation of Jesus Christ, which God gave Him to show His servants-things which must shortly take place. And He sent and signified it by His angel to His servant John, who bore witness to the word of God, and to the testimony of Jesus Christ, to all things that he saw. Blessed is he who reads and those who hear the words of this prophecy, and keep those things which are written in it; for the time is near. (Revelation 1:1-3). If want to be a biblical counselor you need to know two books the Bible and the human heart. The Bible is the special revelation and the human heart is part of his general revelation. There are far too many Christian counselors who are so in name only. Read the Bible through and through and understand what it means. The word of God tells us that we have the mind of Christ (1 Corinthians 2:16). How do you express what is on your mind? You do it by words of the language that you speak.
In John 1:18 it says, for the law was given through Moses, but grace and truth came through Jesus Christ. No one has seen God at any time. The only begotten Son, who is in the bosom of the Father, He has declared Him (NKJV).
Christ is the Cornerstone, the apostles and prophets, its foundation.
They laid the foundation of miracles, signs and revelatory gifts. But we are the building of God. The moment we are saved we become part of the building and the body of Christ. Through the Holy Spirit had the revelation God breathed through them, so that the New Testament like the old is the inerrant word of God.
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Thursday, December 19, 2013
Many of us will be spending Christmas day with family. We will avail ourselves of an assortment of main dishes and deserts. Now this is not a bad thing. But what is not right is that we are not thinking about our brothers and sisters in Christ who are being bound, tortured and killed. This is being done by their government their neighbors and religious zealots.
Please pray for them. For details on this suffering go to the comprehensive web site,
Widows Clarice and Sarah are still in shock after their husbands, both pastors in the Mombasa region of Kenya, were murdered in separate incidents on Oct. 20. Clarice’s husband, a pastor at Mombasa’s Vikwatani Redeemed Gospel Church, was found dead of a gunshot to the head in his church. Clarice told a VOM worker she believes he was murdered to scare Christians away from the area. Pastor Charles Matole, 41, was found slumped in a chair, a Bible still in his lap, as church leaders came in to prepare for Sunday morning worship services. His widow recounted that in the months prior to her husband’s death, there were times that people would throw stones at the church while they held prayer services. Furthermore, death threats made on the pastor’s life were never followed up on by police
Monday, December 16, 2013
The Most Harrowing Days of My Life
I have been in a psychiatric hospital three times and I can really relate to this article. There needs to be a change in the psychiatric hospital system but how to go about it, I do not know. I have also worked in psychiatric hospitals. M wife Robyn and I tell our story in our book Broken Minds, Hope for Healing When You Feel Like You're Losing It.
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He could feel himself lose control
I am a white, middle-aged professional man with many years experience navigating laws and bureaucracies. By training and temperament I am better equipped than many to advocate for myself.
After two weeks of straining to hold it together because of the things that are none of your business, I deteriorated because of weight loss and sleeplessness, I could see and feel my emotions and my behavior gradually sliding out of my grasp and beyond my control.
I thought I could handle it.
He could no longer control his emotions
What finally broke me was something as simple as furious, I-hate-myself-regret for hurting someone I love.A breakdown is like this: I spent almost an entire Saturday night crying. Not boo-hooing but sobbing convulsively. This kind of crying is like an epileptic seizure. Who you are becomes a servant to your crying.
How the suicide hot line failed him.
I telephoned my sister in the morning. She gave me the toll free number of a suicide prevention hotline for Southern California and told me she would jump in her car to meet me. The plan was for me voluntarily to admit myself for treatment at the closest hospital with a psychiatric ER -- Harbor UCLA. I called the hotline. A twenty-something female voice answered. She asked if I would mind taking a brief survey. "It is important to maintain our funding," she explained. I stammered an OK. She asked me my age, my ethnicity. I think she asked my highest level of education; I'm unsure because I hung up. She called back. I hung up again.
His father suffered from mental illness.
My sister arrived at about 10:30 am and drove me to Harbor. With her arm around me, we walked the dingy halls together, following the green line on the floor to the psych ER.
My father suffered mental illness. I had lived my whole life determined not to be like him. When I saw the sign that announced the Psychiatric Ward, I dropped to me knees, chest heaving with sobs. On top of everything else, my whole life now felt a failure. I was at the one place I vowed I would never be.
How the psychiatric hospital failed him.
The ward is about the size of an average McDonald's dining room. It is rectangular and brightly lit. In the center is the windowed nurse's and doctor's station, also rectangular. There are plastic chairs abutting the walls of the station. A few patients wandered around but most slept on mattresses strewn either on the floor or in the small rooms that rimmed the ward.
A psychiatric nurse told him to "buck up" to, "get it together."
My sister was not allowed in with me. Sleepless, exhausted, drowning in emotion, I was on my own.
I sat, head between my knees, still sobbing uncontrollably. A nurse in orange scrubs sat next to me and firmly but not aggressively urged me to "get myself together." At some point I was given a pill.
A young doctor in blue scrubs sat on the seat next to me. I tried to get my story out. He said my sister was worried I might hurt myself. A small alarm went off in my head and I gathered just a bit of focus.
He was involuntarily committed to a "system." I recall him asking me that if I were to kill myself how would I do it? Since I heard this as a hypothetical, and I was there for treatment, I told him my favored option. He did not ask me how likely I was to do it. Later, he returned with a form. On it was checked "involuntary commitment" and written on it was that I had told him I intended to kill myself. I stared at it, dimly recognized the error, but I was too spent to protest. At that moment I be came a "5150," named after the California statute number, meaning someone who was being involuntarily detained for my own safety. I was for the first time in my life entirely at the mercy of "a system."
He was moved the same night to another psychiatric hospital.
Later that night I was taken by ambulance to what I now know is a prominent psychiatric hospital fairly nearby. The part of the facility I was in was one long hallway. Patient rooms were on both sides of one end. Each room slept up to five. A glass walled room with tables and chairs was at the other end of the hallway. A glass enclosed nurse's station faced a glass enclosed common room, with a TV (always on), two leather couches and an assortment of plastic chairs.
I was guided to sit at a small table. Someone -- I don't recall who, she was a woman -- sat to my right. My belongings were inventoried and my shoelaces removed. I was given a pill and some badly printed brochures about my rights. Nobody explained the routine or schedule. I was taken to a room where three men were already sleeping, two snoring like bears. I fell asleep.
The system was threatening his livelihood, his business.
In the morning I was awakened for breakfast (predictably awful) and was told to see my psychiatrist. In a tiny office I briefly told him my story but received no counseling and was promised none. He told me that I was there for a seventy-two hour hold but that if in his sole opinion he felt that I was still a danger to myself he could hold me for fourteen - fourteen! - days. My business would collapse. Nobody told me this way back at the ER. My choice to seek aid now posed a risk to my very livelihood. My visit with the psychiatrist lasted for perhaps five minutes.
And, after that visit, all my attention turned toward getting out of there in seventy-two hours.
Of the twenty or so patients, most were experienced in the system; just a handful of us were first-timers like me. I noticed that social workers in scrubs wandered about with clipboards, silently scribbling observations about the patients, Jane Goodall-style. (Ed. Jane Goodall is considered to be the world's foremost expert on chimpanzees"),
"Group"-- consisting of a therapist asking how we are doing and offering advice about avoiding bad thoughts -- was held twice a day in the TV room. Once a day they let us outside into a small courtyard for "adjunctive" therapy: a Nerf football and soccer ball and a radio. The line for our meds started about 8:45 pm. Lights out by 11pm.
Lack of information
I obediently took the anti-depressant they provided but never named. Most other patients sought additional drugs but I dared not. I didn't want to appear too disturbed so I didn't ask for anything other than a sleeping aid to help me blot out my snoring roommates.
There was nothing to do. The TV was always on. I wanted to retreat to my room to read the magazines my sister had brought but I did not want to appear anti-social. In any case, my roommates were always there, snoring.
There was no kindness, no therapy, no encouragement.
Watched, bored, scared, the place itself quickly promoted anxiety and depression. There was no therapy. Almost nobody had a kind word of encouragement. Petty rules were sometimes enforced petulantly. Nobody outside of "group" asked how I was. With a couple of welcome exceptions, the staff ranged from politely tolerant to why-are-you- bothering-me? impatient. At some point I learned I had been assigned a social worker but she never introduced herself to me. Nobody acted unprofessionally. But, neither did anyone act in a way that was memorably tender or kind. One woman who arrived after I did walked the halls with tears welled in her eyes. Nobody consoled her.
I got out in three days, in part with some logistical help from my social worker. I signed a form that says I cannot buy a gun for five years. I am on meds and in counseling. And, to the extent that I was truly at- risk, at least I am here.
You should not divide physical illness from mental illness
I feel somewhat ashamed for not signing my name to this. Of course, to protect me and my family, I cannot. This is a sad referendum on how we stigmatize mental as opposed to physical illness.
Indeed, one thing I learned first-hand is that dividing physical from mental illness is wrong. The rational part of me did not entirely vanish that dreadful Saturday night. I could still hear, still feel, that voice, my better mind. I therefore do not escape responsibility for what I have described. But, the rational part of me was reduced; its jumping up and down, arms waiving cries for reason rendered tiny and feckless in comparison to an overwhelming, orchestral, emotion-impelled mania caused by a part of my body -- my brain and thus my mind -- misfiring.
On a broken leg, you limp. On a broken mind, you behave badly.
Whether I acted in ways previously unimaginable to me because of bad genes awakened in middle age; a soul and happiness-shattering heartsickness stemming from the foremost and most confusing of the somethings that are none of your business; the stomach-clenching, self- hating regret I mentioned before; lack of sleep and food; or all of these things in unlucky combination, I do not know. What I do know is that my mind got injured by some or all of these things as surely as a car accident can break a leg. On a broken leg, you limp. On a broken mind, you behave badly. Hopefully, this is the kind of injury that resolves as opposed to the kind that is managed.
People who are still in the system need help
I think about the patients I left behind and I am afraid for them. They are now as I was tangled in an uncaring, impersonal, and arbitrarily subjective system that might preserve life, but, at best, tragically misses the chance to heal, and, at worst, degrades and frightens those who, at their most vulnerable, deserve better.
It was helpful to me to write this all down. I hope your awareness of what happens to sick people still in this system somehow ends up helping them.
Need help? In the U.S., call 1-800-273-8255 begin_of_the_skype_highlighting 1-800-273-8255 FREE end_of_the_skype_highlighting for the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline.
Please visit a blog written by Steve about psychiatric hospitalization
Friday, December 13, 2013
Event: Whispers in the foyer... an Honest Look at the Christian and Mental Illness.
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Alireza Seyyedian is a 37-year-old former Muslim who has been a Christian since 2006. Last year, security forces confiscated his computer during a raid on his apartment. Authorities then discovered video of Alireza’s baptism in Turkey on the computer. In December 2011 he was sentenced to six years in prison, for crimes against national security and propaganda against the regime.
The judge stated that since Alireza was baptized in Turkey, he was trying to express the lack of freedom in Iran and was therefore was propagating against the regime. He was also accused of holding regular meetings with former Muslims and distributing Bibles among youth. They also said he had communication with Zionist satellite TV channels such as Mohabat TV and Radio Mojde and shared worship hymns he had written with them. The verdict also falsely accused him of being a member of the Jesus Only cult.
On March 14, 2012, Alireza was caught seeking to flee Iran for Turkey. He was arrested and transported back to Tehran where he was imprisoned in Evin prison. He was put in Section 350 of the prison, which is where political prisoners are held. That part of the prison is run by VEVAK, the intelligence service that reports to Ayatollah Khameini and is beyond the control of Iran’s prison authorities. According to one report, the conditions of this section of the prison are unsanitary, and each cell is overcrowded with around 30 political prisoners.
Alireza has never been married
Monday, December 9, 2013
I had the privilege of meeting and ministering to those who have schizophrenia. Schizophrenia has nothing to do with "a spilt personality." My meeting this population took place in the Christian realm and the secular realm. Of all the different types of mental illness it is those with schizophrenia who are homeless (editor's opinion.)
You also can get a biblical, technical and personal account of mental illness in our book, Broken Minds, Hope for Healing When You Feel Like You're Losing It. You can see reviews by going to http://www.amazon.com/Broken-Minds-Healing-Youre-Losing/dp/0825421187 .
For the estimated 2.4 million adults living with schizophrenia in the U.S., and the people who love and care for them, it takes courage, compassion, and a commitment to stand and face this serious condition together — always looking ahead with hope.
Most people out there don't understand what schizophrenia is. But the reality is, schizophrenia is a lifelong medical condition that affects 1 out of 100 adults in the U.S.
Because each person is unique, the symptoms of schizophrenia can be very different from one person to the next. And because schizophrenia is a lifelong condition, symptoms can also change, or come and go in phases.
Schizophrenia is nobody's fault.
Schizophrenia affects the brain. This can change how people think, feel, act, and live. It's important to remember that no one chooses to have schizophrenia or its symptoms.
Some commonly reported symptoms include:
- Hallucinations: sensing things that others don't, like hearing or seeing things
- Delusions: strongly believing something is true even when there's no evidence of it
- Altered emotions: having feelings that don't seem to fit what's going on, or having no feelings at all
- Withdrawal: no drive or desire to do the things you used to enjoy
- Lack of motivation: difficulty staying focused and doing tasks
- Disorganization: having disorganized thinking, speaking, or behavior
- Cognitive: such as attention and memory problems
- Magical Thinking,
- Delusions of reference such as believing that cues in the environment are a signal to do something.
- Extreme paranoia.
- Believing the television is speaking directly to you.
- Having psychosis which means losing touch with reality.
Schizophrenia treatment:understanding your options
Psychosocial treatments, including one-on-one therapy, family therapy, cognitive behavior therapy, and others, may help manage the symptoms of schizophrenia. Antipsychotic medication is also an important part of a treatment plan to help improve and maintain control of symptoms. Antipsychotic medicines include what are called "typicals" and "atypicals." Pills and liquid are taken daily, while some injections are given twice a month and others given once monthly.*
The Maintenance Phase is following a treatment plan including taking your medication to help control symptoms and try to prevent acute episodes from coming back quickly. With appropriate medication and support, many people with schizophrenia can aim to lead productive lives. But even in a Maintenance Phase, there is a risk that acute episodes may come back. So, it's especially important to remember to stay on treatment—even when symptoms improve.
An Acute Phase of schizophrenia is when symptoms are typically severe and may lead to hospitalization. Acute episodes can keep happening, and for some may get worse over time.
Tuesday, December 3, 2013
D Martyn Lloyd Jones in his book, The Christian Soldier says, in chapter 3, Who does the fighting? People are constantly being told; “Hand it over the Lord. It is not your battle, it is His; hand it over to Him.” Another saying is: “Let Him do it for you; that is what He is offering to do.” They say that there is no need for a struggle; that our mistake is that we have gone on struggling; that our mistake is that we have gone on struggling and striving; but that is quite unnecessary. There is no need to struggle there is no need to feel any difficulty.”
“There are many Christians who are trying to surrender, trying to be willing to surrender, trying to willing to be made willing, as the phrase goes…. There are certain considerations, I suggest, which show this teaching is contrary to the plain teaching of Scripture itself, and that is the first test we must apply. I mean, for instance, that if this teaching is correct, then the second thing the Apostle tells the Christians to do here is unnecessary, namely, “Put on the armor of God.” “He repeats the exhortation in Ephesians 6:13: “Wherefore take unto you the whole armor of God, and he then proceeds to take these pieces and portions of armor, one by one in order that we may now how to use them. My argument is that if the Lord does it all for us and we have nothing to do but abide in Him, then it is needless to tell me to put on the armor.
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Monday, December 2, 2013
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