why would you deny Me, your loving Father
I offered you eternity, long before your life would end
you saw it coming
you know it’s inevitable
still proudly you refuse to believe and bend
full of stubborn selfishness
a scholar of men, thinking science proves you right
yet you can’t explain
what little you do see
let alone ignoring what you witness each night
quoting what you call greats
forgetting the Holiest One, your philosophies wax and wane
they explain little
only what you think
revealing the multitude left to explain
being humble isn’t in your nature, you say
but I created humanity to be humane, gentle yet strong
not to be proud
not to be self-righteous
but self-sacrificing as devoted servants belong
giving to one another, sharing every needed thing
your reason for life is to love Me and one another
keeping all souls as your own sister and brother
so don’t bother praying now at your life’s end
its useless, for your time to serve has long since passed
you chose wrong
you wasted your life
and I, Yeshuah, have found you empty and unchaste
nesting in your soul
just beneath a cloudy day
right above a dried up creek
lies a motionless rubble strewn path
covered in weak branches
chipped at boulders
and burnt sage of all colors
waiting foolishly stubbornly
for a deluge
to save them
to meet their need
to relieve its loneliest limb
down to it’s deepest root
but the clouds won’t give
and the water walked away
the very same moment you did
A gentleman walks by me, pleasant as pie, smiles and says “Mornin’”. The green dress clashes terribly a in huge fashion faux pas by partnering it with dirty brown Muck Lucks; white tube socks rolled to the knee cap. He’s a regular, and likes to chat a bit. One hand gently pressed against his lower lip as he waits for my response. Today his nails are black, but only a misshaped swampy island in the center of each.
“How’s it going?” My smile stiffens as I realize what I just said. To me, that’s like saying “hello”. With friends, it’s a real question, but acquaintances, not so much. It’s habit. I wish I was hiding under one. Tonight I’m tired. Didn’t get even an hours’ sleep. My back hurts. I’m just not in a good mood.
I try to lighten lives every day, thinking by sharing one tiny personal bit of info with another person, it shows they are not alone. I’ve done this my entire life, ever since a friend of mine died when we were young. It ended up being a freak accident. But suicide had been a topic we were all interested in at the time, I can’t remember why, but maybe it was just our age. My friend had written something and it grew into my roots. “If just one person had acted like I mattered, anyone, I wouldn’t have done it.”
Sitting on her bed, as I read her diary, she’d written a suicide note just weeks before, getting ready. She’d changed her mind; I never new why, but she didn’t do it. Just the idea of it, hurt my soul. I thought her life was fine. I also thought I was her friend, her good friend. Yet I had no idea she was contemplating suicide. I’d heard her say many times, that she felt alone in school, at home, even when she was out with friends. She felt apart, somehow. We always seemed to have fun, to me.
It stayed with me, became part of me, became a first response for me. I’ve always joked with people, strangers, friends… always. I love to laugh. And for the most part, I take the time to listen to people, even when they’re ranting, because everyone needs to be heard.
So the gentleman smirks, and launches into his latest problem; he needs a new razor blade for his electric razor, which I know instantly we only carry the cheap plastic emergency kind in the store. His full beard is at least an inch long, so I grin and say, “Well, I guess you’ll just have to become a Quaker.”
His giggle becomes a twitter and I try to make my escape. Three more times he comes to the counter and pulls out the hair and grease filled razor, showing me the old blade, in the hopes that new ones will magically appear. Each time my skin crawls at the nasty wad of pubes still stuck inside.
His last trip to the counter was timed to coincide with an empty store. Razor now back in the bag over his wrist, he says to me, “I want you to know I appreciate the fact that I never get the “judgy” tone from you. You talk to me like I’m “normal”. I just wanted to say thanks.” He was blushing a lovely shade of apricot, his eyes sparkled in the bright light.
I said, “The day I become perfect, is the day I will judge you. And you are normal. You are more normal than a lot of people I know.” For someone who was almost six feet tall, he ducked his head down so low I couldn’t see his eyes any longer, but his hand darted out and squeezed mine quickly before he left the store at a run.
I smiled, feeling good for a moment, and thought, “Now, how will I break it to him that the Muck Luck’s make him look like Grandma Eskimo!”
Another day… another try.
a trillion stars in the night sky
ticking along in their own time
managed to time to
a massive star
on the day of His birth
a blood red moon
on the day of His death
yet still you question
this massive star
moved south leading
learned men on
and then stopped
moving in retrograde
this blood red moon
began three hours before
was full on red
as Yeshuah died
and gone three hours after
and still you question
why did God make the heavens?
for us to worship… love… gaze at?
NO! They are HIS CLOCK! His Massive FATHER CLOCK!
They show us exact moments in time when we should celebrate, rest, honor Him,
and follow His timeline for us.
DID YOU KNOW that in 3AD… Jupiter was amazingly bright as it moved directly south from Nazareth, leading the Magi to Jerusalem, then retrograde for some time, hovering straight above “where the child was”, before moving backwards. At the same time, the moon was sitting directly below the constellation Virgo! Giving rise to a NEWLY BIRTHED MOON!
DID YOU KNOW that in 33AD… there was a full eclipse, bringing out the stars at noon and turning the moon blood red at 3 pm, approximately the time Yeshuah took his last breath?? The moon that day rose with an eclipse already started from below the horizon. And of course you’ve heard of the massive earthquake that rocked the entire area, including the temple, ripping the veil in half.
It’s like GOD placed a giant sized map up there for us, and is just waiting for us to see it… for the first time.
These astrological events are from written documents and scientific histories of the time…
not the Holy Bible or DSS or Tanakh!!!
following footprints into the past
at the edge of an ocean unimaginably vast
across stepping stones jagged and raw
led by a brilliance beaming with awe
toes sinking into a swirling mist
of wispy strands in a pinkish blue twist
my path across the sea a brave step away
if only my faith would finally hold sway
over my fears of literally no escape
wrapped in a darkness like a doubting cape
until light pierces my soul into soaring
far above the evil baneful and roaring
as I float across a graceful green blue sea
each step I take ripples back to me
I realized something this morning, as I watched a video or two of Hillsong United. The first video showed them playing a concert somewhere in India (I think) and the massive audience was singing along with the song, as if they’d sang it a million times before. Then I watched them singing “Touch the Sky” in Spanish, as it looked like they were playing somewhere in Mexico or Brazil. Even in Spanish, everyone in the audience was singing along, praising God… It was Beautiful!
And for the first time, I realized how music is spreading the Word of God, the Love for God, across the globe. Being in America, we tend to think we ARE the Christian base, the Christian believers of the world. But missionaries have been spreading the word for centuries, all across the world. It made me tear up, watching them singing such a beautiful song, completely in Spanish. It sounded wonderful. And the love and joy they were feeling is clearly visible.
During both video’s they were showing at different times the conditions these people were living in, the trash dumps, tiny one room shacks with sheets for walls, the flies in their eyes, even one woman was living in a giant cement pipe used for sewage, but empty at the time, and lying somewhere in a desert town; here toddler runs to her as she sits in the shade of the pipe. And my heart is breaking, knowing these people are just barely living, barely alive, without food, without even a box for a home, just barely surviving on the edge of life…. and here we sit, eating fattening cheeseburgers and pizza, living in giant new homes, palaces to them… talking on our phones, and complaining the service isn’t fast enough and our electric bills are our of control.
And yet, it isn’t our fault we were born here, in the luxury of the US. It isn’t our fault that we have school systems in place to teach our children, and libraries to learn from, or parents with the ability to take care of us until we can take care of ourselves. YES, none of that is our fault, or our choice. We were born into it.
But can you even wrap your mind around the thought that someone else was born into poverty… like none you have ever seen? No home, no clothes, eating dirt to fill your empty cramping painful stomach, no water unless you drink the gray and brown puddle that’s been shit in by a cow or goat, or human. Such utter poverty that you scour through a dump site looking for a bent fork to bend back into shape and sell for less than a penny to get a teaspoon of rice to eat. Or find a dirty stained shirt to wear, because yours no longer has sleeves or is the same shirt you wore for 5 years and it’s too small for you or in filthy tatters.
No. You can’t imagine it, not until you see it live. Or live it. Just the simple idea that you have a flower in your yard to gaze at, one you may have planted yourself, and the poorest of the poor have never seen a flower. They see dirt, for miles on end, nothing but dirt; dirt and sand, blowing in the wind, into your eyes, covering your body, and they have never even seen a single flower. Because where there is no water, there are no flowers. Or food, or weeds, or herbs, or trees. Nothing, but pain, hunger, thirst, cold nights and baking hot days, and no home to go to. No parents to help. And certainly no government that will help you in any way.
That is what they live with daily. What they survive. Could you survive that?? Could I??
This is what God meant when He said “Take care of the poor!”
The true poor. Not some woman or man who is too lazy to support themselves and lives off welfare so they don’t have to work, stating they can’t work because no one will hire them, or they have back problems, or allergies, or whatever lame excuse they come up with. They are only poor in spirit. They have no idea what it is like to be truly poor. Plus here, they will not go without food. Even our poorest of the poor can walk to a soup kitchen, or get get food stamps, or stay in a shelter if there is room, and be fed. Yes we have poor people who are starving and homeless, but they can find food if they aren’t too messed up on drugs or alcohol to get it. Being homeless is a far greater issue, once in a while it is due to choice, but for the most part if they choose to, they can work their way back to a poor existence, one where they have some sort of shelter and money for food.
I myself have been poor for as long as I can remember. But I never go without a job or food, and I may live in a crappy trailer, but it has a roof and bathroom and running water that spews out of a faucet, so I don’t have to walk miles to get it. Or boil it just to drink it. I have always considered myself monetarily poor, but never truly poor. That is a whole new level I am thankful I will never have to endure. Because I live here. Because I have parents who would still take care of me if I needed help. Cousins, Uncles, Brothers and Sisters too. All who I could contact if I needed to for help.
The true poor have no one. NO ONE BUT YOU and GOD!
So the next time you are on your cell phone, and can’t upload your favorite song, that you are willing to spend $5.00 for…. think about the people around the world who could feed their entire family for that measly $5.00…. and do something about it! YOU CAN LIVE without it. THEY CANNOT!!!!!!
THAT is being a TRUE CHRISTIAN!!!
I should probably have a sign on the back of my pickup that says, “This vehicle makes sudden stops for Majesty!” I literally swerved at about 45 mph off the road and came to a halt to get this shot. And a few more. I was driving along in the dreary smoke covered hills, worried about the fires that were basically surrounding us. We had one fire to the northeast and one to the southwest. If we hadn’t been camping on a lake, in a lush green valley, we might have left sooner, but we were all willing to take the chance. Heading back into town to try and check my messages, I came around the corner to this… and my heart flew. Right out the window. You can’t alter pictures to look this awesome. ONLY GOD can! If I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a million times…
Nothing is greater than God’s Art!
Have a lovely day all, may God Bless each and every one of you!!! 🙂
I read something a few days ago, that seemed to leap into my soul. I’ve heard of similar things, but never explained in this way. It Took Hold, reverberating through my mind like waves pushing against the sand. A new understanding filled with wonder and joy. It was this: the Holy Spirit creates miracles.
The Holiest of all spirits, the Holy Spirit, also known as the Holy Ghost, or the Ruach ha Kodesh, or what I have come to believe is simply GOD’s own Soul… can stop time, or remove it’s effects all together, while performing a miracle. It fills in where there is something missing or needed. And once it has consumed the situation, it leaves a part of itself behind, allowing for nothing else to enter. It can purify, strengthen, absolve and redeem. It is God’s own Soul, touching us for a split second, altering us, in ways beyond our apelike knowledge.
It’s as if we’re empty, and the Holy Spirit fills us. Or maybe we were just a quart low on one character. Maybe we need honor, or strength of will, or even just a boost in virtue, and with a single breath from the Ruach ha Kodesh we are perfected.
It’s like God is here, enveloping us in His Perfect Love. Which in turn makes everything return to perfection. His perfection. His Love. His Way. This is the miracle. For a tiny spec of time, all is in complete perfection. How much remains afterwards is up to the Holy Spirit, I would guess.
But for years I only thought of Yeshuah as being The Miracle Maker; due to the miracles He preformed while alive and dead. Yet something kept nagging at me though, why would we need the Holy Spirit? Some people believe it’s only for God to speak to us through, that tiny voice of goodness we all hear when we are about to sin! Do you listen to that voice? Sometimes? Or do you see phrases from the scripture’s popping into your mind; things you’ve memorized flashing by like on a moving billboard.
Scriptures that were written about YHVH, (God) and Yeshuah (Jesus the Christ) and The Ruach ha Kodesh (The Holy Spirit.)
It rarely matters how the little nudge is achieved; only the end result.
It made sense to me though, to evolve just a hair, to allow the thought to enter my conscious and unconscious mind; absorbing it like love. Taking it in, and letting it take hold. How incredibly wonderful… that the Ruach ha Kodesh is God’s own miracle maker. I’ve known for years that Yeshuah, or Jesus, put the Holy Spirit into the disciples to make them conduit’s for God’s miracles, but it had never occurred to me that the Ruach was also there for that purpose. Giving the ancients super powers to change the course of history. I used to picture bolts of lightning or God’s giant finger pushing through the clouds to achieve His purposes, but just by letting His Holiest-of-all-Holy Spirit enter in, the miracle is done.
Emmanuel; God With Us
Thank You Father!
the deep darkness
cold and beaten down
never quite reaching the warmth
… just hovering above in the sage light
smothered in silt
shifting with regret
despising its own wailing
still muffled and useless
… buried with the dead even so
not wise enough to realize
it will divinely thrive
drawing closer to what it needs
out of the raw lonely depths
… needful of just patience and peace
why do my tears fall freely
tightness grips my throat
an ache rises from my chest
taking over my vocal chords
drowning my mouth in ache
when I listen to an unusual case of people being extremely kind
someone blessing another without knowing they were
or maybe they did know
the sweeping feeling
of deep deep joy
I find most times it’s the same way I feel
every time I think about every single blessing
in my life
listed out one by one
adding up to
God’s Amazing Grace
One tiny soldier
a vastness reaching
beyond his view
following a pre-laid path
orders from a complete unknown
finds his way isn’t singular
he is not special
many come before him
but does that make it
a worn path or plan?
A depleted source?
In all the unknowns
he can’t imagine
the vastness continues
to create and destroy;
so what leads him
to take that step?
Follow that canal?
Trudging on and on?
Is it because
he is not aware
of the possibilities
beyond his own vision
or is it that following
orders vastly reduces
a singular evolution?