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In The Gap

13 Nov

 

Angel with Censer

“And he stood between the dead and the living;

and the plague was stayed.”     Numbers 16:48

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I stand in the summer of my life,

weighing and balancing

yesterday and tomorrow.

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I have made a choice,

I have taken my stand

  on the firm foundation of truth.

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Yesterday’s worldly decisions haunt and torment me,

calling out from behind the veil of blood,

that separates me from a deadly past.

—-

The Spirit of God allows me to remember,

Burdening my heart for the souls left behind.

My eyes don’t want to see them,

my ears don’t want to hear them,

for what they are,

I once was.

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But the Spirit calls me to them,

to pray.

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I fill my censer with sweet incense,

   lighting the fragrance from the fire

 of the altar of sacrifice.

—-

I step into the land of giants,

  the essence of God in my hand,

the words of God in my mouth.

—-

My soul trembles, my heart breaks,

as I look into the empty, hollow eyes

of the children.

—-

 Who will help them to choose?

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There to the right is the goodness of God.

There is mercy and grace,

peace and rest.

—-

  This is the life I have chosen to share.

There at the left are the quick and simple pleasures,

received at a price,

packaged so elegantly, temptingly, deceivingly.

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Snares so easily fallen into.

My prayers cry out,

praying the lost away from temptation.

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My testimony gives them hope,

  I am proof that there is a way out.

The fragrance of intercession

strengthens the fire in the censor.

The wings of angels gently move the aroma

through the crowd.

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For a moment they turn and look.

For a moment they taste the sweetness of the manna

that is laid before them.

For a moment the lure of sin is stopped.

For some it will only take that one moment

to recognize and follow the truth.

For some it may take two or three glimpses

to birth their testimony.

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Yet, for others, it may take moment after moment after moment

to break the generational curses

 that have trapped them on the path of destruction.

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There, in the fields of the land of the giants,

I lay down my life,

as a living sacrifice,

  daily standing in the gap,

  between the living and the dead.

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There will I stand again tomorrow,

my censer lit,

 my prayers rising up,

as a sweet sacrifice to heaven.

There, in intercession, will I stand,

turning as many eyes as the Spirit can touch,

to the right.

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         Believing that every seed planted will root and grow.

 Believing in the resurrecting power,

from death to life,

       that rests in the anointing.

Believing that the eternal plague can be stayed,

     by the strength of my faith.

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I can not stop my sacred vigil,

for the fear rests in my soul,

that in any moment of disconcert,

I might miss one child

that might have looked.

WAX MUSEUM

7 Oct

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(THE EYES OF THE HOPELESSLY DEAD)

 The light of the body is the eye: therefore when thine eye is single, thy whole body also is full of light; but when thine eye is evil, thy body also is full of darkness.                                                                                   Luke 11:34

Vacations are interesting entities.  They are times when you spend money you know better than to spend and visit places that you may have only had a vague interest in previously.

In our family, vacations are a valued commodity that arrive only once every 3 – 4 years.  It’s a time when we have saved and set aside so that we can travel off for a day or two and leave everything behind for someone else to care for.  This year was our year of VACATION – August 1999!!

We had been given our hotel room as a gift and part of that gift included tickets to the Movieland Wax Museum.  None of us had ever been to a wax museum – however, none of us had ever really been over-enthusiastic about going either.  But, it was vacation!  A time to see something new!  A time to . . . well, you know.

At first, I was intrigued by the replicas; life-size dolls, the exact size of a famous movie star, wearing the original costume from a movie or an article of clothing from the movie star’s personal wardrobe – or so they claim.

The tour began with the older movies.  What took me by surprise was the size of the stars.  The women were so tiny, petite (to compensate for the 20 extra pounds the camera add, I suspect).  Jean Harlow, Bette Davis, Kathryn Hepburn – all movie greats, up close and personal.

Then there were the men.  Characters that loomed so large on the screen were trim young men, not much taller than myself.  The illusion of grandeur diminished.  The overwhelming feeling of awe was reduced.  They were just people.  People who struggled with self-esteem and the pressures of fame.  People, just like me, who tried to juggle work and family and (prayerfully) devotions.

As I continued the tour I recognized depression setting over me.  Why, Lord?  What are you showing me that I can’t see?

“Look at them,” He said, “carefully.”

I began to look into the faces – past the aging clothing, the dusty sets, the fading make-up, and a few missing fingers.  I stood in one spot and turned a full circle, looking carefully into the eyes of the replicas.

“There’s nothing, Lord, nothing!”

And that was it!  Deep in the eyes was the absence of the soul.  They were exact replicas of the bodies of men – void of love, hate, joy, dreams and visions.  It was a morgue of dead bodies, dressed up to entertain people.

I walked through the “horror” section and felt nothing.  Even with the sound tracks playing in the background of some of the sets, there was nothing.  The eyes were dead and blank.  There were no demons, no tormented souls, no hate, no raging insanity.  They were the eyes of the hopelessly dead.

After leaving the museum I searched the face of every person I saw.  The daily anguish, joy and stresses were there.  It slowly relieved my depression.  It gave me new hope and a fresh battleground.  For in the tormented eyes there is hope for salvation.  In joy there is peace and encouragement for tomorrow.

No matter what the tormented soul is screaming out through the eyes – as long as there is life, there is an opportunity for Jesus to enter in.

Lord, let me always remember that every face I see could belong to a soul of little time.  Give me the courage to change the demons that dance in those eyes, before they become the eyes of the hopelessly dead.

 

THE DAY THE ANGELS CRIED

30 Mar

Twin Towers 9-11-2001

 

“And Jesus answered him, The first of all the commandments is, Hear, O Israel; The Lord our God is one Lord: [30] And thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind, and with all thy strength: this is the first commandment. [31] And the second is like, namely this, Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself. There is none other commandment greater than these.”           Mark 12:29-31

September 11th, 2001 will be one of those dates that no one will forget. It has engraved its importance upon our spirits and hangs heavy in our memory. September 11th, 2001 was the day the angels cried.

No one will forget the horror of the airplanes bursting through the tower walls of the world trade center, or the empty helplessness of watching the men and women falling the 80 to 90 stories to the ground. We felt hope as we watched the fire, police and rescue personnel head into the chaos and devastation when the towers swallowed them up.

When we saw the 110-story towers implode and disintegrate into powdery dust, dust made from concrete and glass, snowing down in a suffocating blizzard, we were there. Who the dust covered people were wasn’t important. The race, creed or color of the person wasn’t important. They were life – that was important. They were family – brothers and sisters who’s names we may never know, who’s stories we may never hear, but they were family – tied to us by the horror of the breach of freedom we so generously share.

America. A country so tender that we sat for hours glued to a TV screen and prayed, encouraged and cheered when rescue workers freed baby Jessica McClure from an abandoned well. A country so generous that we open our arms to the thousands of immigrants who cross our borders every year – providing them food, shelter, medical care and education. A country so strong that after wars and conflicts, we have been able to return home and raise our families with humility and a sense of forgiveness and peace. A blessed country, graciously blessing others. A country betrayed.

America. The tenderness and generosity grievously stunned by such a horrific act. America. Attacked strategically to destroy our economy and military intelligence – but rising up to recognize that in the moments of tragedy only one thing mattered – life and the preservation of it.

Helplessly scattered across the nation, we reached out with truckloads of food, clothing and medical supplies. We donated money from our household budgets to send to the Red Cross and Salvation Army who tended the victims and the rescue workers. We stood hours in line to give blood to send to the hospitals near ground zero. We mourn the deaths, rejoice with the miracles, encourage the jobless – and we pray. When we could do no more, we sat and watched the live news, for hours, days, weeks, and prayed; even still – we pray.

The probability of life in the wreckage is no longer. The fires that have burned in the stories of the crushed building for weeks send eerie symbolism of the bowels of Hell. Satan came down to destroy a country built on the premise of the Bible and dedicated to God, but he failed. What Satan has done to destroy America, God has turned around and created a new and wonderful understanding of what America is. God brought back to us the very foundations that this country was birthed on. God united the people and told the world that we are ONE. One people, one race, one color, one family – one AMERICA.

We will never forget the thousands entombed in the death of that majestic building – just as we have never forgotten the sailors entombed in the USS Arizona. In time we will forgive the misguided souls that did this – but we will never forget. Life will go on with some changes, but nothing that we, as individuals and as a nation, cannot overcome.

Since that day, the American people have been a little quieter; introspective. Mothers and fathers hold their children a little closer, holding their hands when they’re in public. Trivial things don’t matter any more. People don’t squabble in line at the grocery stores. Traffic is reduced, only traveling if necessary. The malls, restaurants and theatres are nearly empty where they used to be overflowing. People work less hours and spend more time with their families. We have become more aware of the treasures of life, and less caught up in the luxury available. We have re-established contact with distant family and old friends. Families are going back to church and re-establishing their relationship with their creator. People are more aware of the things around them and how very precious they are.

Satan took away the lives of 6000+ members of our family – and God showed us the way back to the true meaning of life. America – the land of the free, the home of the brave – family bound together by God. Victorious.

Many families now are seeing their children off to a war in a land where life has no meaning. A land where poverty is overwhelming and need is so great. A land where one man has orchestrated a gross evil that has marred their world. Some of our families are sending their children to an ultimate sacrifice, to ensure that our country is once again safe.

Jesus, grant us the grace to see you at every turn, no matter what the daily outcome seems. Jesus, build our faith with each passing moment. And Jesus, give us the strength to forgive, and the power to overcome.

10-13-2001

The Dance of Creation

16 Mar

Creation

In the beginning there was God.

Genesis 1:1-5

They lived there – in eternity.  God the Father, God the Son, God the Holy Ghost.  One in three, three in one, which was, and is, and is to come.

Within them dwelt all good things – joy and peace, and so much love.  Such loss to have so much and have no one to share it with.

A delightful thought!  Oh, what bliss.  A kingdom, a nation, seed of seed, Paradise!

The thought welled up inside of them.  Excitement filled their hearts.  One would be Heaven, one would be Earth.

“Yes, Yes,” smiled God.  “A Heaven and an Earth.”

Into being He called them, and they were.  There, like the potter’s clay, waiting – desolate – empty – void.  Waiting in darkness to be formed and shaped.  The very depths of heaven and earth lay still – expecting.

Down came the breath of God, fluttering across the face of the waters.  The living waters, the catalyst of all things to come.  Sent abroad by God the Holy Spirit, one day to be released in all living things.  One day to be released into you, into me.

Then God spoke into the waters, “Let there be light.”

The joy of God rose up, bright and clear, lighting the heaven, lighting the earth.  It was a good thing.

The brightness of His joy shown greatly.  Yes, it was good.

Yet, who would know light if there was no darkness, or darkness if there was no light?  Joy if there was no emptiness, emptiness if there was no joy?

Up God stood, creating He both, one side darkness, one side light.  Separate, one from the other.  The light rested at His right hand.  He called the light Day.  In His left hand He grasped the darkness.  Twisting it away from the light.  The darkness he called Night.

From the dusk of the evening, traveling into the darkness, to the dawn of the new morning, coming safely out of the darkness, was the first day.

Genesis 1:6 – 8

Ah, yes, it had begun.  It was the beginning of time – the first strokes from the Master’s palette.

Filled with excitement God began to dance.  Around and around He spun, laughing and dancing.  He reached out with His mighty arm and cut through the waters as He spun about.

“Let there be a firmament in the midst of the waters.  Let it divide the waters from the waters.”

As he spun the waters above pulled up high, carving the giant arch of the sky.  The waters below remained level, trembling as He danced, swelling with the music that played within Him, receding with the peace within the Master’s soul, knowing all was well.

There they danced together, the Father, the Son the Holy Spirit, and the waters of the sky He called heaven.  There they danced.

From the dusk of the evening, traveling into the darkness, to the dawn of the new morning, coming safely out of the darkness, it was now the second day.

Genesis 1:9 – 13

There stood He – there stood they – enjoying the fruits of His dance.  As far as the eye could see, as far as the mind could imagine, there rose the sky.  Painted royal blue, pure and clear.

Searching the waters below the heaven, God began to leap as He danced.

“Let the waters under the heaven be gathered together into one place, and let the dry land appear.”

The land had patiently waited for its time.  Now, with every setting down of His foot the land pushed up from below.  Joyfully He danced.  Joyfully He laughed.  The breath of His laughter blew upon the rising land and it dried as it rose, taking shape.

As He danced and rejoiced the mountains climbed to kiss the hem of His garment, then rose again to meet the hem of the sky.  The hills and valleys made their place, and the waters gathered together in the lowest places.

The dry land called He Earth and the gathered waters called He Seas.  There forever to stand, hand in hand, to prepare the Eden to come.  They reached back and forth, grasping strength, one from the other, flowing together over the subtle boundaries appointed to them.

God watched and smiled.  It was good.

Once again He began to dance, scattering visions of abundance upon the new earth.

“Let the earth bring forth grass, the herb yielding seed, and the fruit tree yielding fruit after its kind, whose seed is in itself, upon the earth.”

And even as He spoke the fragile blades pushed through the new land of this place called earth.  Up rose the grass, the herb, the trees and the bushes – each with the seed to bring new life, inside its tender flower.

Up rose the fruit tree, with sweet tender fruit, kissed by the laughter of God as He saw the beauty of its bough, and knew of the pleasures and blessings it would bring to those yet to come.

Quickly it grew and budded and bloomed, dropping its precious seed to birth and grow and multiply.  Precious plants of different species and gifts.  Each needing another of its own kind to pollinate the buds of the new plants to come.  Each species with a seed of its own, to bear its own kind, again and again and again.  Each brought forth with a special purpose, a special need to meet, all a precious part of the vision God saw.

Nothing laid waste.  Nothing was set without a plan.  Everything was perfectly fitted together.

From the dusk of the evening, traveling into the darkness, to the dawn of the new morning, coming safely out of the darkness, this was the third day.

Genesis 1:14 – 19

As He tipped back His head God gave a shout of laughter.  He spread His arms wide and cherished the great dome called heaven.

“Let there be lights in the firmament of the heaven to divide the day from the night; and let them be for signs, and for seasons, and for days, and years:  And let them be for lights in the firmament of the heaven to give light upon the earth.”

As He stood, arms wide, a glow grew from within Him and spread all about.  No longer could the edge of light and the edge darkness be seen, but one flowed and melted into the other, slowly, gently.

Into His right hand He blew and there grew a great light.  Casting it deep into the heaven, it took its place high into the light.  This was the light appointed to govern the day.

Into His left hand He blew and a lesser light formed.  He cast it deep into the heaven and it went high into the darkness.  This was the light appointed to govern the night.

He cupped His hands together and blew within.  A glow danced between His palms, illuminating the beauty of His presence.  Casting them out He scattered the stars far into the depths of the firmament.  Deep into this place called heaven.  There they shown brightly against the darkness of night.  Some shown so bright that they could even be seen through the light of day.

These lights, great and small, were set precisely in the firmament, assigned to make a light upon the earth.  Proudly in their places, they received their appointment with greatest honor – to govern the day, to govern the night, and to separate the light from the darkness.

God watched as they began the purpose they were ordained for.  Resting in the heaven; watchful, strong, sure.  The warmth of the greater light caressed His face.

“Yes,” God nodded, it was good.

From the dusk of the evening, traveling into the darkness, to the dawn of the new morning, coming safely out of the darkness, this was the fourth day.

Genesis 1:20 – 23

Down He knelt and touched the waters with His hand.  As He raised it to His lips the waters trickled down His arm.  Deep He looked into the water, then around at the dry land.  He stood and scanned the horizon of trees; now fully grown, fruitful, preparing to drop precious seeds.

“Let the waters bring forth abundantly the moving creature that hath life, and fowl that fly above the earth in the open firmament of heaven.”

With the vibration of His mighty voice the waters began to tremble and shake.  Within the vibration grew a vibration.  Swarming, creeping, growing – new life in the depths of the waters.  From the smallest invertebrate to the giant whale, each in schools of its own species, there grew the first life.

And as the sea swelled with the abundance of new birth, birds filled the boughs of the trees and soared against the blue of heaven.  Each species resting within its own species, immediately starting the cycle of new life.

“Yes,” it was good.

As He knelt there He blessed them, all that had come.

“Be fruitful and multiply, and fill the waters in the seas, and let fowl multiply in the earth.

From the dusk of the evening, traveling into the darkness, to the dawn of the new morning, coming safely out of the darkness, this was the fifth day.

Genesis 1:24 – 31

The birds painted the sky with the graceful strokes of their wings.  They sang praises to the Master, Father God.  The skies were filled with their anthem chorus.  The great whales and the dolphins echoed back their own song of worship.  The earth was alive with rejoicing.

“Let the earth bring forth the living creature after its kind, cattle, and creeping thing, and beast of the earth after his kind,” said God.

There, from the bushes, the caverns, and the trees walked the fruits of new life.  Each with its own kind, each in harmony with the other.  The great beasts and the small.  The reptiles and the rodents.  All taking its place in the cycle of life.  Each recognizing its need for the other.

The lion and the lamb lay at His feet.  The truth of the moment, the truth of Eden, a prophesy of a day to come.

God tarried there, enjoying the moment of innocence.  Cherishing what had become.  He saw that it was good.

“Let us make man in our image, after our likeness:  and let them have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the fowl of the air, and over the cattle, and over all the earth, and over every creeping thing that creepeth upon the earth.”

Sitting upon a rock God leaned forward and scooped together the warm soil.  He raised His hands up and allowed the powdery soil to trickle through His fingers.  Moving left to right, right to left, the soil fell to the ground.

As it touched the face of the earth it began to move and take shape.  An arm, a leg, the torso, the head.  Down upon it God blew, moving the powdery residue away from the new creation.

He lifted this man from the cradle of his birth and blew into his face.  The man gasped his first breath and opened his eyes  –  looking innocently into the face of God.  Out of the dirt grew bone and muscle, blood and sinew.  Out of the earth came love and joy, long-suffering and gentleness.  Out of the soil came man, created in the image of God, resembling Him in feature and form.

With the guiding strength of God’s hand man stood and surveyed the land that God had appointed him to rule.  He did not fear the vastness, he did not fear the task of naming and ruling and subduing all that had been created.  But he did fear the times of loneliness in those times when God was not walking with him or talking to him.  He had so much to share.

God felt the man’s loneliness, his sadness, his pain, and he brought to man woman.  Created by God, out of man.  Bone of his bone, blood of his blood, a woman to share all of his days.

As the knelt, hand in hand, man and woman, at the feet of God, He blessed them and said unto them, “Be fruitful and multiply, and replenish the earth, and subdue it:  and have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the fowl of the air, and over every living thing that moveth upon the earth.”

“Behold, I have given you every herb bearing seed, which is upon the face of the earth, and every tree, in the which is the fruit of a tree yielding seed; to you it shall be for meat.  And to every beast of the earth, and to every fowl of the air, and to every thing that creepeth upon the earth, wherein there is life, I have given every green herb for meat.”

Man and woman turned and beheld all that God had given them.  Every creature, great and small, ate of the green herb and grasses that grew.  Every fish, every fowl, every mammal ate of the same food.  There was no fear, there was no danger, only appointed positions to which God had called them.

This was the land that man and woman were to call into order, by the grace of God.  These were the seas that would carry the precious life that could only survive in the waters.  This was the heaven and earth they were to rule and reign over.  This was their home.

Hand in hand they walked away from the glorious presence of God and into the land before them.  God watched as the creatures of the sea, the fowl of the air and the creatures of the land humbled themselves before the two called man and woman.  He saw them warmed by the sun and caressed by the herbs beneath their feet.  The sky crowned their heads and the flowers of the land adorned them.

“Yes,” thought God.  It was VERY good.

From the dusk of the evening, traveling into the darkness, to the dawn of the new morning, coming safely out of the darkness, this was the sixth day.

Genesis 2:1 – 4

There stood God, in the midst of them.  He gazed far to the east, then deep into the west.  He turned and searched north and then again south.  Slowly He turned, around and around, not wanting to miss the slightest blessing.

It was finished.  The heavens, the earth, the creatures above, the creatures below, and those that walked the land.  It was finished.  Creation.

On this day, the seventh day, God rested.  He savored the breeze and the warmth of the sun.  He cherished the rich green grass beneath His feet, and the water that caressed His hands as He dipped them.  He revered man and woman and the moments they would share as they walked the paths of Eden in the cool of the evening.

He memorized the cut of the mountain and the velvet of the hills.  With fatherly pride He watched as each creature walked and dwelt in harmony, submitted to those made in His image.

It was finished.  The dance of creation had come to a close.  The staccato of the music mellowed to a sweet aria.

He sat and enjoyed this world He had created – and He rested.  Such peace.  This day, the last day of creation, God blessed above all others and He sanctified it.

This day would be the day, throughout all of the generations, that would be set aside, dedicated and holy.  A day each week for that special intimate communion with the one true God.

And this was the order of creation.  This was the generation of the heaven and the earth.  This was the plan that God set into motion for the world before us.  This was new life.

THIS WAS GOOD.

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By Linda J. Humes

Written 5-26-99

Generations

17 Jan

Generations

Thou shalt not bow down thyself to them, nor serve them: for I the Lord thy God am a jealous God, visiting the iniquity of the fathers upon the children unto the third and fourth generation of them that hate me;                                                             Exodus 20:5

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Thou shewest lovingkindness unto thousands, and recompensest the iniquity of the fathers into the bosom of their children after them: the Great, the Mighty God, the Lord of hosts, is his name,                                                                Jeremiah 32:18

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The weight of the sins,

     of generations past,

     burden my shoulders.

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I am tempted and swayed,

     toward an evil I don’t understand,

     and yet I crave.

 —-

I carry the mantle of a cursed generation,

     passed down,

     father to child,

     a covenant of sin.

     In which generation do I fall,

     3rd, 5th, maybe 7th?

 —-

The shadow of a cross

     falls across the path,

     I’ve been destined to walk.

     It breaks the pulling of the grave.

 —-

As I look to the man hanging thereon,

     calling my name,

     I feel the mantle lighten.

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Resting at His feet,

     I look upward,

     into His pain wracked face;

     the blood from His pierced hands,

     falls on the mantle I carry,

     breaking the chains that hold it there,

     releasing the shell,

     it falls to the ground.

 —-

His eyes watch and question,

     “Will you pick it back up?”

 —-

Within my womb rests a nation.

     Their destiny rests within the choice,

     I must make.

     Their blessing or cursing

     rests in the power

     of my decision.

 —-

Do I pick up the mantle

     of my fathers,

     or wear a crown of thorns,

     adorned with the ruby red drops

     of the Savior’s blood,

     one day to be traded

     for a crown of gold.

 —-

There, at the foot of the cross,

     lay the empty shell,

     a wicked generation

     left behind  –  cleansed

     by the flow of blood.

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Firewall

14 Jan

Firewall

“That the trial of your faith, being much more precious than of gold that perisheth, though it be tried with fire, might be found unto praise and honour and glory at the appearing of Jesus Christ:”  1 Peter 1:7

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In the eye of the storm,

The flame of faith,

Flickers and dims,

Holding perilously,

To yesterday’s truths;

Praying.

 —-

Satan’s doubt,

Quenches the flame,

Reducing it to an ember,

As the storm tarries.

 —-

A cry for help,

Faint, but heard.

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Then, in a moment,

The flame surges,

Grows, strengthens,

When joined by the faith,

Of interceding saints,

Building a firewall,

Of committed prayer,

That banishes doubt,

And fuels the flame,

With the testimony of miracles.

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Stand with me,

When the cutting winds blow,

Then I will be strengthened,

And ready to join with you,

When another saint’s flame,

Begins to dim.

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A Chosen Vessel . . .

29 Dec

Chosen Vessel

“And the vessel that he made of clay was marred in the hand of the potter: so he made it again another vessel, as seemed good to the potter to make it.”  Jeremiah 18:4

 “Hath not the potter power over the clay, of the same lump to make one vessel unto honour, and another unto dishonour?”  Romans 9:21

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 Painted with Love,

Fired with Patience,

Filled with Righteousness,

Kissed by the Grace of God.

I am a Chosen Vessel.

 —-

2 ½ MINUTES – UNITED

28 Dec

Highway Tunnel

“And the four beasts had each of them six wings about him; and they were full of eyes within: and they rest not day and night, saying, Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty, which was, and is, and is to come.”  Revelation 4:8

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On a recent vacation we traveled to California to visit family members not seen for too many years.  The Northern California cultures and obvious lifestyle was such a change from our South Phoenix home.

We were completely overwhelmed by the large numbers of people at every turn.  Traffic was bumper to bumper and lines at stores had to be a delight to the owners.  Remarkably, we saw few confrontations because of these inconveniences, something I cannot brag about in our hometown.  People there seemed to accept the inconvenience as a way of life, just the way things are.

Although I didn’t notice outbursts of frustration, neither did I notice outbursts of pleasantries.  People moved about much like ant colonies, each with a place to go and a job to do, no time to chitchat, no time to stop.

Shopping in San Francisco shops was an experience.  When you weren’t quick enough at choosing a souvenir in their overcrowded gift shops, someone would move over to assist you, pulling out articles from shelves, showing you hidden merchandise, color after color, then moving you quickly to the cash register line.  I had to sit back and laugh at the adventure and wonder if we frustrated them as much as they frustrated us, all under the guise of a smile.

But of all the interesting things that happened, one 2-½ minute section of time touched me the most.  On our way back from lunch with family we hadn’t seen in 20 years, we decided to cross the Golden Gate Bridge.  Our boys had never seen the bridge and were excited as it began to come into view.  They were blessed with the opportunity to study that bridge for quite a while, as we weren’t the only family that had the idea.  We crawled, bumper to bumper, for miles before the bridge.  My oldest son hung out the car window, snapping pictures of the bridge, Alcatraz Island, the city coastline, trees, you name it; anything to stay busy.

Not far from the bridge we had to pass through a tunnel.  It was a tiled arched tunnel, marked and stained with age.  I remembered the tunnel from my youth and the magic that seemed to spring to life as cars drove through – the lights passing by overhead and the long sounding honk as we swished under.  Had it changed?

Almost as soon as we entered the tunnel the faces of the drivers began to change.  First one car honked, then another.  Three short bursts, followed by three more from another car – soon the tunnel swelled with an orchestra of patterns and phrases.  People began to interact and play together, windows came down, laughter joined in, frustration left the faces of even the most distraught.  For 2 ½ minutes they were children again, enjoying a moment of comradery with 50 complete strangers while creeping bumper to bumper in a tunnel – and enjoying every second of it.

All too soon the tunnel ended and the honking stopped, except for one lone car that would give 3 short bursts every once in a while, looking to see if anyone would join in outside of the tunnel – no one did.

As I reflected back I wondered if that experience might be a little bit like what Heaven is going to be?  The cars will be replaced by white robes and the horns by voices.  Instead of 3 short bursts of beep, beep, beep there will be long melodic arias of Holy, Holy, Holy.  Every face will be happy, we will once again feel the joy of childhood and the safety of our Father’s House.

Thank you Lord, for that glimpse of what treasures lie ahead.  Thank you for a 2 ½ minute jewel today.

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By Linda J. Humes

Written 6/25/2001

From **A Walk To Gethsemane**

Into Every Hand

17 Nov

Hands 

If ye then, being evil, know how to give good gifts unto your children, how much more shall your Father which is in heaven give good things to them that ask him?    Matthew 7:11

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Into every person’s hand,

God brings life.

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Sometimes they are the children, of our passion;

Sometimes the children, of our compassion;

Sometimes the hopes and dreams, of our soul.

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And with the honor, comes obligation;

to breathe truth, to breathe love,

to breathe hope, to breathe light,

into that life.

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With the guard of ministering angels, life can grow.

But tempted by the guard of the fallen,

 they find anger, they find strife,

they embrace perversion.

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We choose their angels, in their toddler years;

They choose their angels, in their teens;

All choose again, in the maturing of life.

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Where have we sent them, these precious lives?

What have we shown them?

What example have we set?

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Do the angels of our light,

war with the angels, of their darkness;

Or do the angels of our darkness,

strive to drive away the angels, of their light?

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Into every hand, God places the gift of life.

Some are the children, of our passion;

Some are the children, of our compassion;

Some are the hopes and dreams,

of our soul.

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A Pebble in My Shoe

29 Oct

Pebble & Shoe

“Who can say, I have made my heart clean, I am pure from my sin?“ Proverbs 20:9

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There’s a pebble in my shoe,

One of those small odd shaped ones,

That often fall securely to the side,

Only rubbing a little.

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Not a big pebble,

Yet not too small.

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I know it’s there,

I know it doesn’t belong,

But it isn’t so large that I need to stop,

To empty it out.

In fact, if I toss my foot just so,

I hardly know it’s there.

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Once in a while,

It jumps right out of it’s crease,

And settles beneath my heel,

Zapping me back to the realization,

That it really doesn’t belong.

—–

Then I shake my foot again,

And send it off,

To hide in a crease.

—–

I could shake it out,

But I’ve grown accustomed to its presence,

It’s sort of a game,

How far can I walk without getting zapped.

And it’s like having a deep secret,

That no one else knows.

—–

Sometimes I talk to it,

It’s like an old friend,

Then it bruises a toe,

And becomes an agitation.

 —–

Soon I’ll toss it out,

I can do it any time I want.

I think.

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It won’t matter if I toss it out,

Or if it stays,

It doesn’t affect me that much,

At least not than anyone else would notice.

Well, except for those who see me limp,

Or occasionally jump.

But otherwise, no one can tell.

 —–

I have a pebble in my shoe,

I call it sin.

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