A single solitary beauty
glorious and unmatched
encircled in thorns
unlike anything seen before
enveloped in majestic perfection
opening His heart
and giving His life
for all of us
not just some
for us all
come down to the river and have your sins washed away
seemingly as easy as moss grows on a sunless day
proving that rocks can grow no matter what some may say
don’t doubt miracles in front of your eyes piled in a soft array
scattered like the hearts of selfish men across a murky bay
shameless and wicked they sail past without a moment’s sway
never seeing the amazing in Gods’ creations in this way
missing YHVH and Yeshuah in all their Glory many still will today
while I sit in the river surrounded by stone and now must pray
for their lost souls are as countless as the rocks of mottled grey
amazing detail, growing in stone, alone
an explosion of Glory rising above dull
His idea of Majesty in perfect chaos
a solitary bush created for bees and butterflies
stunning, they hover as lovers, touching gently
kissing this tiny beauty across its painted face
each second blooming, like Yeshuah
He hopes they will carry His love
beyond the river
to rise above stone
dainty, scalloped and ruffled in pink
like a child in church clothes
forced to sit still so as to not crinkle
or mess their special dress
but God doesn’t care if you come
in tatters and filth, wrinkled with loss
surrounded in the darkness of your past
He only cares that you come…
that you love as He does…
with every torn petal
Do you feel the Terror
the deep darkness swirling
fingers of death pinching your soul
dragging you away from the light
howling for your flesh and will
Do you hear the Snare
the call of the wasted life
twisted into proud emptiness
grasping at your bright spirit
with claws and clubs of fear
tripping and ripping at your heart
Do you see the Pit
full of screams full of terror
echoes of hate and endless pain
slimed on the sides with cruelty
overflowing it reaches for you
void of light
void of hope
void of love
based loosely on Isaiah 24-17
where love is selflessly given
a dove swoons in the pale moonlight
calling softly to the whispering stars
singing praises to an almighty hand
holding joy balanced on fingertips
yet where greed is lifted higher
an unkindness of crows grows
ignited like a spark of firelight
dancing in the dark as if hate
burned beneath their bloodied claws
finding your tree of life
Glory kisses a seed
grow towards the light
rinse in the falling rain
shine and bow
once rooted sway away
for the light is grown in you
and hope is your seed
find the Messiah in you
the Hope of Glory
burning in the light
leave darkness to fall
shine from your soul
stretch your branch of hope
resting in the Messiah
the Hope of Glory
rising from the ashes
stirring the wind of a lost world
to save a species unworthy
more beautiful than an eagle
no flaming phoenix compares
soaring a slow sacred spiral
eyes surveying lush green
rolling into grays and dark
filthy boxes of mortality
shadowed by the girdle
of rising peaks of white
in a breath or a moment
of cleanliness and clarity
before carnality dances by
filling the streets now tiny
His soul smiles
as He rises further
like a voodoo doll, poking and stabbing
your friend one moment
your frenemy the next
the gossip shared behind another’s back
crushing, slicing through
with endless unknown effects
the Holiest mountain stands just out of reach
while you’re stuck below
snagged by thorns piercing everywhere
your mouth firmly rooted in jealousy
held in place by envious boulders
you never once noticed were there
beguiled into thinking you can climb
past the cruelty
past the unsympathetic crime
a devil of a feat to overcome
this shutting off of evil words
slaying your heart and soul for all time
where blackness is the least of magic
driving up from deep below
your mouth moving in a downward spell
the trick behind gossiping
is you thinking it’s harmless
raising the mountain above your own hell
Psalm 15 A Psalm of David.
LORD, who shall sojourn in Thy tabernacle? Who shall dwell upon Thy holy mountain?
He that hath no slander upon his tongue.
Technically, it’s the commandment stating, “Thou shalt not bear false witness against thy neighbor.” but it seems to get less attention than, thou shalt not murder or thou shalt not lie. But Yeshuah said, all sins are equal. Like I always say, joking, when someone lies straight to my face and I know it… “You know, you go to hell for lying, same as you do for stealing and murder.” Just my little way of reminding people… all the commandments are equal!
All demanded by GOD!
Not just one or two….
most likely its my greatest of woes
like climbing a mountain with no toes
or swimming an ocean for a deep breath
what will I do if it means my death
this not forgiving I hold a grudge
double the anger gives me a nudge
greedy parasites cover earth in a mist
and cruelty is at the top of the my list
growing longer than impatience endures
with my peeves flying past in sharp blurs
I stumble repeatedly flailing off a deadly cliff
falling into shit with a miserable whiff
not quite finding the strength to dig on out
I crawl towards the mountain clawing about
while my heart and hands are covered in pain
I’ve given in to an endless reign
of evil and heartache till I’m finally full
rupturing and bursting my only soul
never learning that vengeance is God’s alone
only His to smite from His Holy throne
His soft and gentle blood ran in red rapids
While His torturous death gave me my life
How I ache to become His devoted wife
Sadly I deign to think He’d have me
It’s discerning to learn I can’t repay Him
I’m disgusted my blood is soured and weak
Yet His hope is filling an empty vessel
Dripping in time with each weeping need
Holiness replacing my soul with a lamb
Drowning me until I’m finally freed
Suddenly I’m high with unbelievable spirit
My drumming heartbeat flows into music
For I will always be deemed worthy
Without one single second thought
Someday soon I will be His Adoring Wife
Because His Pure Love Gave Me Life
As His hope is filling an empty vessel
Dripping in time with each weeping need
Holiness replacing my soul with a lamb
Drowning me until I’m finally freed
Wake up sheeple, we’re all just Mashed Potatoes and Gravy… all mixed up together!
THE ONLY THING THAT DETERMINES SKIN COLOR IS THE SUN!
If your family lives near the equator, you will have darker skin, to reflect the sun’s damaging rays and protect you from too much Vitamin D absorption.
The need for the right amount of Vitamin D is copied into our DNA and passed down to our children to keep them healthy.
THIS IS THE ONLY REASON WE HAVE DIFFERENT SHADES OF HUMANS!!!
SO WAKE UP ALL YOU IDIOT BIGOTS AND RACISTS!!! WE ARE ALL THE SAME!!!!!!!
oh, His eyes
were windows into my soul
an arrow slicing
into the desperate bottom
I had slid to
the faded shame
still circling the edges
of my darkest moment
accenting the distant light
as it floods over the brim
no stone untouched
except the one
I sat upon
wallowing in my own past
His eyes warmed
and I knew His love again
as the light drew nearer
touched my heart
pulling ever pulling
as if a blackbird
stretching the darkness
until it snapped
To be as humble as a simply curled vine
oftentimes creates the most lovely wine
a soft green bud without a gaudy mirror
blocking the view as God draws nearer
blooms in Glory with the touch of His light
never once needing to be special or bright
but in a world where self esteem rules
is awarded and taught in all the schools
becoming all too prideful and self centered
leaves your soul crushed and sadly splintered
for God Alone wants to be all you need
shining on you growing from a tiny tiny seed
giving you strength to stand up on your own
willing the world to bend for you from His throne
filling you with the desire and fire to finish
whatever prayer or goal or ending you wish
FOR THE MEEK WILL ENHERIT THE ENTIRE EARTH
and all you need to know is:
HE’S proud of YOU and HAS BEEN SINCE YOUR BIRTH
be vibrant in all you do
don’t waste your time being dull and blue
when your feet hit the floor
thank God and bounce out the door
when you smile make it wide
none of this fake stuff, half out the side
when you are being kind
unroll all your giving, simply unwind
when you are understanding
take that leap, forget about landing
when you need to be strong
rely on God all the day long
when you shine with hope
others will see and learn to cope
and when you love do it completely
with no judgment, make it unconditionally
Be Love, be Hope,
be Kind, be Flagrant
Be Joy, Be Light,
Be Bright, Be VIBRANT
So, here’s my question for you all today….
Is it possible we can ‘earn’ immortality?
Or… for the other side of the coin; could we ‘evolve’ into it, on our own?
Someone mentioned it, and I can’t stop thinking about it. So here’s my thoughts, don’t forget to share yours.
On the one hand, there is a God, but scripture’s say it is not the deeds you do, it is the love you have inside for God, everything else, everyone else, that gets you into heaven… the eternal mortality that God offers is the goal; the bait; the one thing you do not have here on Earth. You’ve experienced love, been loved (hopefully) by at least one other being in your life, so maybe a new Daddy figure isn’t something you feel you need. But to live forever… FOR EVER? It would be cool and boring, probably at the same time, and if everyone you loved wasn’t immortal, it would be amazing yet incredibly sad. But think about it, if we all lived forever, here on Earth, we would be wall to wall people… the planet couldn’t support us all… it would be much like it is now, with a lot more starvation thrown in. A lot.
But what if immortal doesn’t mean with your current body? What if immortal is impossible with our body?
Would you want it with your soul? Would you want it if they told you your brain went with it?? Or I should say, your mind? How about your heart; your love? Your feelings?? Wouldn’t you need all these things, for immortality to work? So where do our thoughts, feelings and love come from, if not our soul? Our brain tells our lungs to breathe; but what tells your lungs to hold your breath when you kiss? Or swim? Or blow up a balloon? This is your mind, not your brain. This is you… part of your soul. It floods you with warmth when you’re happy, and it chills you when someone you love dies. It rises up to sing with your favorite song. It explodes in your heart when you hold your child for the first time forcing you to cry with joy.
All this … does it go with your soul? Of course. It is your soul. This is what will become immortal with God. You. Your essence. Your entire soul. And from what I hear, you get the coolest set of WINGS to boot! So in some way… they have to be attached to you…. so you must end up with a body of some sort…right???
Now we go to the evolving aspect. It must be possible, somewhere, somehow, because we know how DNA works. Say you’re the one being on a planet who’s DNA alters just enough to where your cells never die, they just recycle themselves in some way… yes you would be the first…
but think about it… out of the BILLIONS of species on this planet, I would guess ALL of them… ALL of them have NEVER ONCE had their genes mutate into immortality. Are WE humans really that special that our DNA would suddenly evolve in a different way than every other species on this planet? If you believe in evolution, you also believe that something had to have seeded this planet with life, ie, bacteria from asteroids…etc.
That being said, literally, anything is possible. We know so little about our lives, our bodies, the world… the universes… it’s embarrassing really. But, we have only been around for about 10,000 years. Compare that to …. frogs… and you’d be blushing again, they’ve been around for over 200 million years…. so lets pick something younger in eon terms… how about a simple rose…. not even close, they’ve been around for about 35 million years… I could go on… my point… we are the youngest species on this planet. With maybe 10 other exceptions, mostly crap our lab tech’s have grown.. that they shouldn’t have!
There are also a few worms, flies and brine shrimp that can all go into suspended animation… the brine can survive up to 10,000 years… add water, and bam, you’ve got brine shrimp… but that’s only suspending life, not living eternally… and well, they’re bugs ya’ll! Bugs! lol they don’t even know what being alive is.
So the chances that we could alter ourselves into immortality is pretty ridiculous. The fact that we don’t even understand HOW our cells know when to change, or why… or what made that protein decide to turn on a switch… folks… we don’t know SHIT! OK! We only know the obvious, and that’s about .0000009% of what we need to know.
So my view is obvious… unless you’re severely slow you’ve figured it out by now… I say, go with God! He’s your best bet at becoming immortal! I truly don’t see us, a bacteria ourselves, evolving into anything as spectacular as an immortal being! But you will never earn it, with good deeds. You just have to LOVE!!! And it’s so easy to love God, and everything and everyone else… try it sometime.
Just go one day… where every single thing you see, every person, dog, flower… from the mailman to the boss you hate every other day… and be kind to them. Show them love. And SEE what happens. Maybe nothing, maybe not… either way, sit back and FEEL what you did.
ENJOY that feeling of peace and happiness that your entire body has been tricked into feeling! Sink into it. Each time you are kind, people usually show you thanks, or love…. each time you reach out and touch someone physically, you are giving love, and USUALLY you will get love back. (now don’t be getting all pervy… lol) JUST TRY IT!!! And you will see… that feeling this way… is the GREATEST thing on earth. Right up there with the immortality you are going to experience!!
It never seems to stop
It flows into wideness
pushing at sloped walls
fraught with turbulence
sanded by stone
ingrained in the depths
of your soul.
You will know
when you immerse yourself
in a stream of truth;
just ask yourself
is it prodding you
onto an easier path
or simply goading you
over a cliff ??
just a wisp of dandy perfection
this tiny feathered flight
such is God’s amazing design
His little Lion of the Light
with a feathered flower seed
to float on boneless wings
for a Grace-filled rebirth
just like His Lion of All Kings
even as a dusty desert rose
the only beauty in rough sand
her seeds are beyond precious
dancing across the driest land
growing by seeds in a milky cocoon
butterfly children are painted
born with a bright life in mind
their acceptance of color sainted
as ever amongst nature’s life
from massive to micro-Glory He shines
for no one has God’s creative heart
or can fathom His Holy designs
Heart racing, face feeling for wind strength, legs shaking, pull it up… RUN!!!!
That’s how it goes, here at the launch site.. for most newbies like me. It still stops your heart, it still makes you stop and look heavenward to ask God Almighty to keep you safe, and its still the most AMAZING time of your life!
Yesterday I not only had to deal with a new year’s beginning flight; one where you have already stretched your strings, inspected the wing and harness, and emergency parachute, went to the bathroom and chain-smoked three cigarettes…and OK, I’m ready! But one where I also had to deal with the overwhelming fear of crashing again, like I did last year.
I didn’t mention it, because I was ok, only missing about an inch of flesh along the backside of my right leg, compliments of the sticker-bushes and rocks on the way down about 100 feet of mountain… but still a very scary event to have to force myself to overcome. It ended my flying last year, and killed about three months of bliss for me! Where I was injured, my harness seat banged into, so even practicing was halted until I healed up, and by then, it was fall.
None of which stopped me from blasting off the side of Tiger Mountain yesterday, to fly like an eagle once again! God is keeping me safe, I know this every single time I fly, so that is one less fear I have to worry about! I truly trust in God… and last year He was there!!! Right when I needed Him!
It was a gorgeous day, from 60-70 degrees out, with no clouds for thermals, but there were thermals bouncing me all over the place, scaring the bejeezus out of me, and keeping my adrenalin at the maximum level possible!! But it was SO MUCH FUN!!! The winds were just a bit choppy, but they kept me up for an extra ten minutes or so, while I figured out how to maneuver down… slowly… properly…. lol
My instructor cracks me up, he will be writing a big “L” on my left hand, and an “R” on my right, so when he tells me to go Right, I turn right!!! We had a difference of opinion when the trees got closer than I felt they needed to be!! Still it was a great little flight, but the winds picked up and we had to postpone until Sunday.. when hopefully they will be light again and not too Springy!
SO HAPPY FLYING TO ME….AND ANY OF YOU OUT THERE WILLING TO TRY IT! You can go Tandem, with an instructor, and just sit there enjoying the view!!! IT’S JUST AMAZING!!!!!!
they began as a seed, tiny thoughts growing in my mind
touched by a whisper and nudged lightly on occasion
burst into action when truth no longer mattered
as His Holy Spirit feeds me with wise intent
I bloom into majesty the color of spring
following the gracefulness in His step
listening to kind loving guidance
spoken into a peaceful heart
His pride roaring on that
Grace filled morning
when His eternal
Inspired by the Book of Thomas, The Nag Hammadi Scriptures
29a. Jesus said: If flesh (sarx) came into being because of spirit it is wonderful.
If spirit came into being because of the body
it is exceedingly wonderful.
through the forced rain
trampled without thought
bending her elegant bow
abandoned to rot
lying alone she trembled
her color fading fast
the cold creeping about
her future lucidly cast
unable in any way to hide
unwilling to spiritually stray
her natural light shines
before a pallet of gray
her sole purpose ingrained
giving life to others fully
God’s Glorious plan
her soul purpose Holy
never waning once
grasping no longer growing
now quenched of thirst
faithfully she’s glowing
she was never one for waiting
chasing whatever lit her heart
into a flame
except that one time
she’ll never forget
for it lasted for years
the dreams day and night
the never ending waiting
that never ended
it was just gone one day
leaving an empty hole
where love had once curled up
surrounded by a glow
of innocence and optimism
until the waiting dragged on
like a painful tooth ache
or a throbbing migraine
she’d tried to end it all
but God stopped her
but not the never ending
the never ending ache
darkening her soul
that never ended
for he had always said
time gives everything
to those who wait
and she’d waited
through the greatest years
of her life
a part of her had waited
always been waiting
not a soul around to hear
a haunting call in the wind
drawn into brushed clouds
vanishing in a single stroke
the world below too far
to care to feel to see to hear
the song of silent space
whipping by in an echo
of voices of time of shifting
drifting in a seamless flow
of paint on a canvas gliding
across an ocean of blue heaven
one gust away from beyond
where the stars reach out
brightening a shining lure
to fill the emptiness aloft
the loneliness soaring high
spreading outward in infinity
the sound of yearning singing
of one hope
not a soul around to hear
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.
surrounded by indifference
shivering from the chill of their backs
tears fall as if by mistake
the plan had been to be brave
but the weight of ignorant spurning
arms never quite reaching
curving a fresh strong back
soon sparkling with the sweat
from standing tall and strong
for the seeds of love you carry inside
will live on
it shouldn’t matter how you sparkle
as an amethyst forged in fire
in a world of emerald objections
shunned and dismissed directly
from those without enough sight
to see beauty in difference
stand up there is no alternative
you must dig to your roots
finding the truth of your worth
in knowing God makes no mistakes
and the longer you shine brightly
despite the silence of the deaf
surrounding you at a distance
who refuse to hear a new song
rise up my beauty and sing to the birds
for they will take your soul to Heaven
He created breathtaking Glory for me…
that hard headed soul rooted deeper than a tree
Here before many an eternity…
flowing through time a magnificent sea
He began before dawn mercifully…
gushing life to bursting yet openly lonely
So mountains rose with Majesty…
volcanoes erupting in joy as oceans swelled uncontrollably
While the earth shook frantically…
His smile fashioned giants warming our souls into reality
A Heaven filled with impossible Glory…
wrapped around our home before spending an eternity…
on just you and me
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!!!
to move mountains
one rocky bit at a time
begins with a tear drop
shameless and unswerving
lured by a deep desire
becoming a legion
by a singular longing
picking up speed
unable to resist
a tiny grain slips away
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
thoughts stretching out
reaching for hope
traveling on… and on
to the next bend
over a mount of wisdom
but then beyond
around the corners
of swelling peace
across an overpass
formed as abundant love
leaping into the sky
banking on a wing
and turned into a bond
that only wants to be free
arching past time
the arch in a bridge
between YHVH’s fingers
and his current mold
“I HATE ALL Muslims!” the 70 year old loudly boasted. “We should BLOW them off the PLANET!”
I simply asked, “So, are you a Christian?” I left out 5 minutes of the previous conversation, due to his point being long lost, and trampled under several other nasty racist-bigot type remarks.
He blinked in surprise, at my change in subject, but said stubbornly, “Sometimes!”
“Sometimes?” I asked. “When you meet God, and He says, “Did you believe in me… you’re gonna say “SOMETIMES?”
Yes, the sarcasm dripped all over the counter, but I didn’t care. I absolutely loose my mind when ANYONE claims to be a Christian in one breath and says they HATE in another! I’m sorry, I apologize, but I become the biggest shit you ever laid eyes on.
“You think GOD’S gonna LET YOU IN … SOMETIMES?”
The man was just like a million others I have to listen to daily, those who are usually between 60 and death, the elder generation, who are still prejudiced and racist and whatever you want to call religious-ists… they’re like religious racists. Not just BIGOTS, but viscous in their hate! And frankly I am sick and tired of them running our country…. straight into the ground… not only in politics, but in real life. EVERYDAY life. They are always there, in the background, spouting their shit… dragging an entire population down with their crap. Their UNACCEPTANCE… their UNFORGIVING ways… they need to move on, let it go, and let the rest of us get along.
“COME INTO THE 21ST CENTURY!!!” I said louder than I probably should have… but when this man turned to another man to continue with his rant, I turned to my coworker and said in the same loud voice, “THAT’S what I hate,” I said. He paused in his rant, as the man he was talking to turned to look back at me. I went on, “… people who CLAIM to be a Christian, a FOLLOWER of JESUS, who was ALL ABOUT LOVE, tell me they HATE AN ENTIRE POPULATION OF PEOPLE! PEOPLE THEY DON’T EVEN KNOW!”
Thankfully, the old man got my point, that I was clearly done with him and his opinions, and walked away to bother another customer. We walked past each other a while later, and he couldn’t look me in the eye. He started to, but turned abruptly.
That’s when I knew… maybe he was actually thinking about what I said. I didn’t care if he continued spouting his shit, or if he walked away and thought about it deeply. All I cared about was making him stop long enough to think about what he was saying at that moment. Spraying evil, all around… and CLAIMING to be a Christian.
That’s the kind of person who makes all Christians look bad, and drives new believers away. That’s what I hate!
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 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!
driving through streets
of potholed people
you only dodge
telling story after story
jaded into a green essence
melting over them
like an evil dripping syrup
or a heavy haze of justice
you are not divine enough
yet able to walk by
the stones left by
while you look upwards
to GOD… in avoidance
for you have a job
because your parents earned it
a character absent as an alien
a mettle of concern
only consumed with you
from a hilly multitude of greed
strangling your own heart
with an almost organic
of thou shalt not JUDGE
this may ultimately be
God’s reason for denial
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
into each heart
tears will fall
creating a meadow
maybe a lake
cleansing a soul
wavering the unsure
drowning the dubious
who follow a shady path
down into a dry hollow
but after the storm
bringing new life
changing a desert
of shallow desires
into a field of budding hope
with the promise
of a beautiful new view
Can you imagine how the world would be changed… if we all thought “we are one”? If we all treated each other as if we were one single person?
There would be no hunger, no super rich, no homeless or poor… because we would simply treat each other as if we were them. We would instead think, THIS is enough. When is it enough? When do you have enough, you don’t feel you need more?
We would never have a reason to go to war, because who in their right mind starts a war with themselves? No one ever WANTS to kill themselves.
We would never destroy the earth in any way, we would FIND ways to travel from place to place, or to build things, without stripping and polluting our natural resources or killing animals for sport to make ourselves prettier or more virile. We wouldn’t need THINGS to fill our homes with that were useless and unneeded, because we wouldn’t need to impress ourselves.
There would be no such thing as a slave, which there is still, in this day and age. We feel so enlightened, and intelligent… yet in 2015 there are still SLAVES in our world.
There are still people who think it is ok to kill and murder over their beliefs, yet if we thought of each other as one, there would NEVER be a reason to kill yourself because you believe what you believe. There would be no suicide. No desperation, no loss and loneliness, for we would all be ONE.
I CAN IMAGINE IT! Can you?
I can imagine it right now, but only in what I imagine Heaven is like. That MUST be what Heaven is. We all become ONE!
I think I’ve said these things before, but I just felt the need to say them again. Maybe get the ball rolling. Maybe make just one of you stop and consider this… and begin to LIVE your life in this way. LIVE your life, don’t just make a living. Make a difference. BE THE SOURCE. BE ONE!
Maybe…. one day… 🙂