“The Lord will save me, and we will play my music on stringed instruments all the days of our lives, at the house of the Lord.”
Isaiah 38:20 ESV
Oh lalee oh Lalee, oh ukulele
Fear not the moth or rust!
Instead, Sit still in quiet trust.
Oh lalee oh lalee oh ukelalee
Play softly loud your wooden frame.
Tune strings of Grace to Jesus name.
My master and friend once touched my strings
He loved my sound , it made him sing
He kept me , he held me , he let my notes play
Til I was left in a closet when He was taken away
And silence sang this simple song :
Oh lalee oh Lalee, oh ukulele
Fear not the moth or rust
Instead Sit still in quiet trust
Oh lalee oh lalee oh ukelalee
Play softly loud your still wooden frame
Tune strings of Grace to Jesus name.
Sainted in wanting to play the Fathers tune
my Strings vibrated at sunrise but despaired still by noon.
No hand from above or below or between
Would lift this small frame to be heard or be seen
For only dry wood and dust and a small voice would say
Oh Lalee ,oh Lalee, oh ukulele
Fear not the moth or rust
Instead Sit still in quiet trust
Oh lalee oh lalee oh ukelalee
Play softly loud your still wooden frame
Tune strings of Grace to Jesus name.
but Suddenly sound was loud in the dark of night
When the door swung open and my frame felt light
A smaller hand than my masters but still tender and true
Lifted my neck and base past boxes clothes and shoe
She carried me happily as she softly sang
Ah lalee my Lord’s ukulele
I Fear not the moth or rust
Instead We will together play in quiet trust
Oh lalee oh lalee oh ukelalee
Play softly loud your live wooden frame
Lets Tune our strings to The Grace we have in Jesus name.
She then took me to the Father by the Spirits Hand.
And there we found a song in Jesus, not by law or command.
But, where instruments are perfect before His Radiant face.
And girls and ukuleles forever sing of songs only made by grace .
Note : dedicated to Destiny Wade. Destiny took the ukulele of her deceased uncle Geno, shook off the dust of death and despair ,and wrote a song . Her song was based on all she had learned in bible study on Galatians. This way of life is what we are all called to …In this way we are “instrumental “ in His Hand. Jesus has called life and beauty and song out of us ! It is our song back to Him from Him as it comes from Grace ! We are all His instruments ….but as always , though we hear the word , it takes a child to demonstrate truth. Thankyou little sister Destiny… Keep in His Freedom and Grace as you always look to His Face!
many years ago to set me free from addictions and distractions. But now ,He has given me a story to tell that has set me free from a fear filled and cold religion . The devil will always try to use addictions distractions and dry religion to keep us from the freedom and Perfect Love we have in Christ. Certainly we are more than dumb bunnies if we fall for his tactics !instead we must say …
It is written … if the Son set us free, we ARE free indeed.
“Where are your feet?” The sister asked her brother.
“They are … ugh.. stuck ” the boy replied with a grunt. twisting his hips back and forth in the sand. , his feet remained unseen beneath hard packed dirt.
the boy pleaded “ Sister help me. .cant you hear the coyotes howling. We gotta get outa here before dark ! before them dogs get us”
“I hear em, I hear em they are just howling “ the sister calmly replied sitting beside her brother in the dirt.
” great now what ? you want me to sleep in this cold sand and get eaten by dogs ” the boy asked “we’ve got to do something to get me unstuck! ”
“Chill brother “the girl said laying down beside him on top of the sand “ remember Phobia Phobia who became Faith Rabbit. . .”
“yesssss” the boy replied with another grunt and twist..”so what does that have to do with us now !!!”
“ well once the Immortal Invisible one rescued Faith Rabbit from the Cunning One, he lived with the Freedom Family.
“Great … wish I were there” the boy said sarcastically.
The girl continued ” well the family changed his name from “Faith Rabbit” to “Caleb cottontail. ” They called him “Caleb ” because he became just like Joshua’s two friends “Strong “and “Courageous”. And with these friends, Caleb went many places to tell other bunnies how they were set free.
Whereever the Shadow of the Immortal Invisible One was , they traveled . And ,if the shadow was not there , they would just ask their Father and he would the extend the Shadow to many new fields. The Father only would ask that they show White Pure Light everywhere they went. And that was easy because they were all Cotton tails.
So Everywhere Caleb went you could see the light of his tail. It bounced through the field under the shadow of Perfect Love . It bounced and bounced bright and free though many fields .
Caleb’s paws carried pictures, and flowers, and letters, and poems, and stories to tell about how Jesus, the Immortal Invisible One , sets bunnies free. Everything he made told of the story of the day the Perfect one, Jesus, came to destroy the works of the Cunning One, the Devil. He knew that He was created to do this everywhere!
Caleb would bring these and many other things back into the freedom family where other cottontails were freely singing and waving flags to celebrate what The Immortal Invisible One had done for them. It was a beautiful time in the Freedom Family when they lived freely in the open field.
There was no wall or fence, no varmint or rodent, to constrain them under the Shadow of Perfect Love .
And There was no need for the cottontails to fear anything. Fear had left the field. And while coyotes still howled
“and are still howling sister. .” the boy interrupted still twisting in the sand where he had buried himself
Continuing the girls voice thickened
“AND every fox tried to steal grapes…even then , these snarling critters could not come near the bunnies’s camp. They were always at a distance. In fact, many a supper, the cottontails gathered remembering Perfect Love’s last supper with them….and”
The girl lowered her voice ” right then , at these suppers, you could see the eyes of the canines in the field glaring at them . ”
” and their tongues licking their lips to eat them ” the boy said
” Oh yes . . and hear howling and snarling! ” she intensified and then paused
. . . .but listen ,Boy , it was all put to dead silence as the aroma , that sweet sweet smell of the Last Supper filled the air.”
The girl closed her eyes.
“It’s that it ? “The boy asked
“It should be ” the girl replied but…she continued
BUT …one day a Fox. . a real fox came to dinner dressed as a bunny. And this Fox told the cottontails that they needed to do more to keep The Cunning One , the Devil, away.
The fox said that they were not as free as they thought they were. And that the Cunning one could still get them. He told the cottontails that bad weather was coming and that the Cunning one could raise his head again for a final strike.
Not once did the Fox talk about the foot of Jesus on the Cunning One.The Fox only spoke but only about the frightening dangers ahead.
Though The Cunning one in reality remained far in the field where Caleb last saw him . There, immobile, with the foot of the Immortal Invisible one firmly on him , Fear erupted in the field of the Faith Family . Rumors spread.
Many bunnies soon reported that The head had not yet decayed .” In fact it looked as alive as the first day caleb saw it” they would say. And even though It did not move and it had no teeth , bunnies swore that that its eyes followed all rabbits with hatred and accusation. And in truth ,it did do that very thing for those who drew close to it.
Many bunnies were going back into the woods of Doubt and Fear to see the head of the Cunning Evil One. And as often as they went, they looked at his head and not at the foot of Jesus.
Soon, Every bunny who went to the dark woods to look in the Cunning One’s eyes would get hurt. So hurt were so many bunnies that you could hear their screeches in the night.
And not only their screeches, but the Cunning One’s hisses. He would hiss and hiss as they ran back looking for safety.
He would hiss “scared rabbit. . . ha scarred rabbit. . run” Each hiss they heard invited Fear back in the field. And so it spread from bunny to bunny , fear upon fear.
Now Caleb heard all the fearful things that the bunnies were saying about the snake in the field “His head is rising! He will strike again! He is after you! He can take your freedom away! He smells your coming! He hates those with the whitest tail! And you Caleb your tail is tooo white!”
So Caleb became very ashamed and very afraid. Many friends left Caleb to go back to houses of addiction and distraction . ” I too have got to hide .” Caleb thought. So he buried his white tail in the dirty sand.
Caleb was sure he would blend in with other bunnies who dirtied their tails with distraction or addiction . But, it was not always so.
Because whenever Caleb would talk to the Immortal Invisible one, Jesus , he would get joy and bounce. And when Caleb bounced, all the dirt would fly off his tail. It was very hard to keep his tail buried and dark.
Soon , Only a few of Caleb’s friends remained in the field. But even they were not free.
“We are going to protect ourselves “they would say. “See,you stand out Caleb like us . . but we are building a big house where you can come in and be safe“ his friends said “they will be nice strong houses with plenty of room and you will have everything in them that you need. You wont have to go anywhere else Caleb Cottontail, you will be safe with us. So come stay in the house we will build under the Shadow of the Immortal Invisible one”
It all sounded very good to Caleb Cottontail.
“ I think Im going to live with my friends” Caleb told Joshua one day while they fished by the Main River.
“ Well. . .as for me” Joshua replied
“I know… ” caleb wouldn’t let him finish his scriptured sentence .
“I know your Word….but we too can ‘serve the Lord. ‘We must keep people safe from the Cunning One. He cannot get us if we build the right kind of house” Caleb said to Joshua
“ you make sure you stay free” Joshua warned Caleb .
Hearing a coyote in the distance Caleb bounced away” I’m always FREE . . just be sure to . . . tell Strong and Corageous, I will miss them”
“I will and We will pray for you Caleb. “ Joshua shouted back , wiping a tear with his paw.
“ . . . .beware of the foxes”he weakly cried.
The house Caleb entered was big and had a room for everyone in the family.
An official rabbit from another country set up rules and ways because he had built many houses before. It all seemed comfortable. There was time for speaking, time for singing, time for dancing, time for eating, and all things were done together in order .
But as the days passed, more and more order was given, the bunnies stopped talking and thanking together. And the house became both big silent and cold.
Bunnies began to take their food in their own rooms and sing their own songs in their own rooms and dance their own dance in their own rooms . Soon everyone was in their own room and their only company was the mirror on their wall. The bunnies wrote alone to themselves, . . . . everything to themselves. There was nothing to “one another.”
The roof over their heads blocked them from seeing the Shadow of the Immortal Invisible one and they soon did not talk to him either. If anything broke in the house ,instead of asking one another for help, they would send for someone from another house to fix it.
Little by little , foxes moved into the house all dressed as bunnies. They would come promising to fix things but, instead ,they would steal things.
Though contrary to their instinct , the foxes always left the bunnies alive. It seemed that they had no want or craving of the bunnies because the bunnies no longer had the aroma of a bunny. They did not even sound like bunnies. Fear had made them no longer sound or look like what they were created to be.
In this house, Caleb too forgot who he was. And he became very lonely. Especially when winter came. No one invited him to their room and he was too afraid to invite another bunny to his. He was afraid that they may make fun of his tail. He still knew it was white but, like all the other cottontails, He became very self conscious and embarrassed of his white tail.
It soon became soo very cold in the Big House . Day after day ice would gather another layer of ice on Calebs door . Ice upon Ice until Caleb was in a corner and the door iced shut. He couldn’t even get with other bunnies if he wanted too. A cold wall of ice had grown right there in Calebs room!.
Cornered again , Caleb felt full Fear come over his whole body. He shivered and cried so much that the tears gathered as icicles on his pure white fur , all the way down to his tail.
In a few months …maybe days…possibly years, he found he was frozen against a wall. Time seemed frozen as His cottontail stuck in the ice.
But this was not so for Joshua. Joshua and his house stayed in an open field. They continued to eat together and thank the immortal Invisible one with great fearless joy. No matter what the weather. No matter how many foxes or coyotes gathered. The sound of their joy and the aroma of their faith kept the foxes and coyotes far away.
And , as for the Cunning One , his voice was so distant and small , they would sometimes gather and laugh saying, “is this the one who scared the nations?.” .
But quietly, When they would laugh , Joshua would ponder and sometimes weep . .”is this the one that scared our brethren into that cold dark house? ”
Joshua thought a lot about Caleb. He thought and talked to Jesus, the Immortal Invisible one every day about Caleb. And often times when he was fishing , he thought about the last day that Joshua fished with him . With every thought and prayer , he wept.
Joshua wept many tears into a river. It was the big broad river that flows from the Home of the Immortal Invisible One. Joshua’s Tears gathered everyday until one night.
One night they met up with Caleb.
One night, Caleb was pulling against the icy wall with all his strength. Tearing hair and skin , he pulled and pulled. but the more he pulled , the more ice would fall from the wall crushing his every effort to be free. His feet became raw cold immovable. His lips were raw, his throat parched. He remembered to pray but he could not .
His lips were frozen shut. “now now when I remember to pray, I cannot, I cannot loose my lips to call for help.” he thought then moaned . . .ohhh… a… ba….. a …. Ba.
Two syllables came from his stomach like a belch out his throat. His lips tore apart , blood dripped from his lip onto the ice. .”Abba Abba” he cried patting his lips together to stop the bleeding.
But ,The few drops of warm red blood dripped on the door frame where Caleb stood.
The building slightly shook. A small crack formed. Soon, Water came trickling through the crack . Soon the ice all around the door was melting. Caleb continued crying but his tears were now warm and flowing.
He cried and cried with joy as he could faintly hear birds singing, bunnies bouncing, trains passing and far off….. far off in the distance, his dear friend Joshua praying.
Caleb’s weeping face slipped fully free from the melting ice and bent to the ground of the trickling water.
The small drop of blood disappeared in the flow . Caleb touched his lips with the water . . . “give me drink “ he said . . . . sipping and sipping as the ice fell all around his room . A large chunk fell from the door and the sun came into the dark house.
The warmth began to melt the ice around his cottontail
. No longer afraid of Coyotes, or Foxes or the Cunning one. No longer cold. No longer without speech. Caleb soon bounced Free.
It took a long time for the ice to melt the rest of the house.
Many bunnies thought something was broken and they would call on Foxes to fix it. No matter how many times Caleb sent letters to tell them that Perfect Love would melt the ice in the house so they could be free they would not believe him. And no matter how many times Joshua would tell them that the Cunning one was defeated they still stayed in fear in the cold house.
But Caleb was free. He was free on the day the River of Life came His way. And it just might have been because he had a brother who prayed.
“So give me your hand . Let’s go from here.” The girl reached her hand to her brother and he stood.
“How did that happen? . “The boy stood up amazed.
“Because Perfect Love Casts out all Fear and without Fear we are FREE!!”the big sister replied.
“now shake the sand off your feet and lets go” she commanded
“Okie sis and Im shaking a tail all the way “ the boy chuckled.
“That’s right boy and don’t let no foxy bunny tell you it aint white as snow!!!”
“For you were called to freedom, brothers. Only do not use your freedom as an opportunity for the flesh, but through love serve one another.”
Galatians 5:13 ESV
“And he said to them, “Go and tell that fox, ‘Behold, I cast out demons and perform cures today and tomorrow, and the third day I finish my course.”
Luke 13:32 ESV
“Catch the foxes for us, the little foxes that spoil the vineyards, for our vineyards are in blossom.””
The Song of Solomon 2:15 ESV
“For there are three that testify: the Spirit and the water and the blood; and these three agree.”
HERE … having wiped out the handwriting of requirements that was against us, which is contrary to us. He has NOW taken out of the way (EVERY SIN) having nailed it to the CROSS..so far be it from me to boast except in the CROSS of our Lord Jesus Christ, by which the world has been crucified to me, and I to the world. Colossians 2:15 Galatians 6:14
I praise magnify and adore the LORD with other brothers and sisters in a small storefront building . The building sits in a small Florida town . It faces south to a railroad track and west to a park. The park surrounds a small pond . In the park ,a statute of Ray Charles sits immovable like a royal guard . Day and night brother Ray is poised playing a piano . Ready to strike notes we never ever hear . His head is tilted slightly upward as a reminder that something blind ,weak, and insignificant became insightful and strong right here in Greenville Florida.
“That’s not really Ray Charles ” we teach the young ones . “it’s just a thing to remind us about him” we say.
But ,Ray Charles is not the only great story from Greenville. There are volumes of stories flowing from this town about God and Jesus and all the Holy Ghost’s battles in this town. If there were a statue for every story in Greenville from every spiritual battle and every valiant warrior, we could rebuild ,yet again ,the legacy of Rome. But now how many of The Lord’s sit stoically still with hands poised ready ? How many spiritual statues await with eager longing?(1)
The Cross Invisible
The stories rumble from the ground with every passing train. Out and over and in the building where I worship there are dramas . Many twisting and turning tales of faith filled fights that became healings of bodies and minds and spirits. They are valiant stories. Stories of folks pulling out the Sword to cauterize addictions. They are gentle stories . Stories of full grown folks becoming children again in the arms of “Abba” “Daddy” their God and Father . (2) There are volumes of stories on the shelves of time in a spiritual space .
A story about a wooden cross first began for me ,in my living room, where a remnant of my church family first met. . We were meeting 50 miles away from Greenville . We came from many places together in a place that had no name. But, God gives everything a name. So ,one day , He gave a name for our meeting to a young man .(3) The young man was so excited to have the name that he wrote it inside a big Bible dictionary. He wrote ” to the church of the Tuesday nights” It was easy for us to live up to that name. We met Tuesday after Tuesday night. And, when we invited folks to come, they always remembered what night to come by our name.
In the “church of the Tuesday nights” , Brother Chris preached and teached behind a flowery green end-table topped with a cross and his bible. We bent our kness on a green rug and we believed with Jesus for everything God promised. That was a story from long ago.
Pepsi stains and watermarks speckle both table and cross now . They stand tucked away in a small room silently speaking a story better than my writing could ever tell. They gather dust like ashes while I drive to Greenville on Sunday morning.
When we moved to the building in Greenville, we did not have a table or a cross. It was all new because Pastor and his family were bringing something new to Greenville. He had a podium for his bible and a new name for his meeting. We didn’t have a cross and we weren’t called a church. We were named “Renewed Life Outreach Center”.
I thought a lot about why it might be named “center” and not “church”. I was old thinking when I was younger. And in those days I always would give questions to heaven where answers either come down or where the question would be held hostage. It was before I learned to TRUST.
This particular question was kept hostage with no earthly answer. But when I prayed I had to call it something. So, with Jesus I called it “His church”. (4) But when I was around folks, I would forget the name so often that I would call it silly names like “skeeter hawk revival” . And sometimes ,when I wrote a check, I would write “Renewed Life Outreach CHURCH”.
But God , in His mercy, would not let me hurt my head thinking about why we weren’t called church too long .He held the question in His heavenly grip and slowly released an answer to me.
He began speaking first, in Corinth where Paul first had “church”. He took me there where I saw how the apostle Paul set up a place to meet right in a center of the town of Corinth . It was an open storefront and just like my “church” , it was first used as a market .
No one in Corinth that I met could tell me what Paul called his church . At least they could not tell me what it was called before Paul wrote to us “the church of God in Corinth”.(5) Maybe he called it a “meeting place” they said.
From reading his letters to these Corinthian folks it surely was some kind of a meeting place! It was a meeting place for the dead in sin to be made alive in Christ. It was a meeting place of deliverance from the sevenfold troubles of pride , gluttony, lust, greed, sloth, wrath and envy that caused divisions among folks in this first congregation.(6) It was such a meeting place for exchanging “the old” for “the new” that it could have easily been named “Renewed Life Outreach Center” . And Paul , the preacher, might have easily stood at the doorway of the enterance advertising ” cash in those rags for robes, renew your life here”
And, like Renewed Life outreach center, he probably didn’t have a cross in his building either. He seemed to talk about the cross as a message and not an object. He wrote words about it’s invisible effect but never as an object to wear or draw .(6)
In fact, folks around Corinth told me that they did not have any crosses in town for a long time. Things of life ,like fishes and peacocks ,spoke the effect of the cross from one believer to another. https://churchpop.com/2015/08/14/8-ancient-christian-symbols-and-their-hidden-meanings/ Rumors , rubble and written books all say that the cross was an object of shame in the early church. It did not speak of freedom but ,instead ,was a symbol of the death of slaves. (7)
Folks made signs with their hands of the cross 200 years before they drew them .It really wasn’t until the 4th century that a cross was first brought visible as a display of faith. Constantine abolished crucifixion as was practiced in Rome and brought forth the Cross as a display of this victory. They say that brother Constantine might have had the right spirit about the work of Jesus’s particular cross. He knew the Spirit spoke that Jesus physical cross was used victorious over the devil and death.
But the Devil took Constantines thinking away from the Spirit of the cross and had many people killed who didn’t see the cross in the way Constatine did. The Beauty of the cross mixed again with Bloody sinners in the Crusades and became a message of death and slavery.
All the rest of His Story about the cross is a tug of war between the true message freedom and the Devil’s message of slavery.(8)
The “chi rho” symbol adopted by Constatine meaning “to Christ” the victory
The Cross Visible
It wasn’t four hundred years but, just four years that Renewed Life Out reach church was without a cross. It did not seem like four years. It just felt like we were as Paul’s Corinth church. And it wasn’t for lack of believing in the cross. The whole mission of RLOC was “birthed out of the desire to see Gods people walking in and possessing all that was purchased for them by Jesus’s death ON THE CROSS” http://www.facebook.com/RenewedLifeOutreachCenter . Similarly ,a sign outside our building was wooden with a painting of a purple cross and our name.
“Where’s your cross” a visitor asked.
I held the cross on my neck. “No I mean a real live cross. You should have one” she insisted.
“We just don’t have a cross” I told the visitor who asked
“we believe in the Jesus’s work on the cross”. I said , reciting something I heard a pastor once say.
She looked at me , then looked again around the room as if for a lost best friend. She then hurried out the back door facing the railroad and never came back. She eventually found her friend . She found her friend in a place where a cross hung from a ceiling in a big church with colored windows.
Even though I was settled that we didn’t need a cross, I would sneak to chapels with colored windows late at night to pray alone and see a cross . And always, In RLOC, i might see the cross on the video screen from the back door on cloudy Sunday mornings .
As the four years passed, I would see more and more crosses everywhere. I would see crosses on necks , in pictures on walls, on tattooed arms, ankles and chests, as screens on computers, hovering over churches, in the hands of the dying.
Every day I saw them more and more peeking through bushes, as clouds in the sky, as breaking beams of sun, in cracks on side walks, on lattice windows and doors, even in prison gates. One day, on Good Friday, I made a cardboard cross and took it to the park where Ray Charles sits ever so still . I wanted everyone to see the cross .
Crosses were every where in those years. And on top of that , Pastor was preaching like Paul every Sunday ,for all four years, the message of the cross. https://soundcloud.com/vunglaub/sets/the-kingdom-of-his, a playlist on #SoundCloud. The cross was a tool to see our Savior and not a trinket to throw on a night stand or hang on a wall.
He had us look at every angle and side of the cross that could be seen. We looked so much at crosses our eyes felt splinters. Even some felt nails in their hearts and crowns on their heads. Everyone felt the work of the cross in their own individual way .
But not many talked together about it. We just talked of hunting and knitting, eating and fasting, working and retiring, if we talked at all. And we were a lot like that church in Corinth. Each one walking his own way.
The Cross Indivisible
But then, in the 4th year, on April 2nd , something began to change. It was Sunday during the first worship song . Some were singing aloud , some were singing silently, some did not sing. Some had eyes open. Some had eyes shut.
Open or shut, our eyes were chosing to see other people or problems or pain instead of the power of God. But, we centered our stance toward a podium or a screen expectant of something greater than ourselves .
As the first song played, our eyes were everywhere. There was not central place to set our eyes. There was no object that we all could converge on . Some were upward expectant at ceilings (9) , some downcast at the floor (10) . Some looking at the podium, some the screen. Some with eyes in the back of their head staring at the man or woman across the room.
Eyes were all over. Inward and outward. Eyes making judgement about what they saw. But , that Sunday , when Houston and Roland wheeled the cross through the back door, all eyes turned to them and turned to the cross.
It came through the very door that my friend had walked out. It came during a pause of our wandering eyes and worship . It came right when I was wondering if we were a church or a center. It came when sinners were looking for Jesus and the saints were saying “jesus” while secretly sinning
The cross came when I, a sinner against a Holy God, was looking for Jesus and when, I, a saint, had been given everything of Jesus to keep me from sinning. It came tall wooden and varnished, with a small base, on wheels. And we all turned and looked with surprise when Pastor said “we have a cross”
“So Houston I gotta meet with you to find out about that cross” I said to Houston later that Sunday. “okay ” he said.
“I bet you got a story about that Cross ” I said in great anticipation.
“I guess “he said drying off from his baptism.
When the time came , I shot round after round of questions at Houston” “So what made you make that cross. . . oh it was you and Roland making that cross . . what were yall doing that you thought of it making a cross . . oh an altar at the base of that cross. . . oh too big you say . . . then wheels for that cross. . . so you loaded that cross in the truck . . . what made you even think of all this . . what made you make this cross Houston?” I paused to breathe
Houston stared at me in silence perhaps wondering if I would let him answer. I stared back trying to hold back more questions.
“Well, Miss Vanessa,” Houston began pausing to make sure I would listen. “Well, I saw we didn’t have a cross. and thought to my self don’t every church need a cross.?”(11)
“Yep” he said
“Okay Houston. That’s it “I said and walked away. I walked away wanting only to remember the April day the cross first stood center in the church. The answer to every question.
The altar that Houston had only imagined drew many that day. The cross loudly preached the answer to every question that longed for truth. It preached a surrender of more than was possible. It preached like tounges of the Holy Ghost in my soul saying “By The Spirit of the Cross all things are possible”. It bellowed and whispered, it wooed and wept and it awakened and warned. It was not a piece of wood at all , it became the center point in the church. It spoke the message of Jesus’s death for my sins and renewed life in my freedom from sin. And it spoke with The Spirit . The visible spoke of the INVISIBLE.(12)
The upward plank still speaks each Sunday , every Sunday, of how much we need our savior. And the reaching planks , where His arms bore the nails, speak of how much we need His Love for one another. What joy set before Him compelled His outstretched arms of Love for this church? How generous His Spirit for every dead church to become a LIVE and WELL church beneath These arms!
Suddenly , centered in the shadow of this cross, made by our own brothers, we touch heaven and we rightly touch one another with heaven and change the face of those on earth. (13) Here we are clothed by Jesus that we may rightly wear the “Renewed Life Outreach ” shirt because our hearts are “Centered” on Him. Here is His Cross. And Beneath it He finds HIS JOY , His Bride.(14)
“Where’s Jesus ? He’s not on the cross” the little child asked , yesterday , on Pentacost Sunday.
“oh He’s here ” I said as I pointed to the church worshipping.” He’s off the cross He’s alive in them”
And yes, Houston,” every church needs a cross. “And every cross needs a church. Thank you dear brothers Roland and Houston for your obedience to the cross. … an obedience that gave THIS CHURCH A CENTER and the center is THE CROSS.
“For in him all the fullness of God was pleased to dwell, and through him to reconcile to himself all things, whether on earth or in heaven, making peace by the blood of his cross.”
Romans 8 :22 For we know that the whole creation has been groaning together like in pains of childbirth for the revealing of the sons of God.
Romans 8:15 . . having received the Spirit of adoption as sons and daughter we cry “Abba Father”
Psalm 147:4 He telleth the number of the stars; he calleth them all by name
Ephesians 5:27 So that he might present the Church (HIS BRIDE) to Himself in splendor without spot or wrinkle or any such thing, that she might be holy and without blemish.
I Corinthians 1:2 To the church of God that is in Corinth , to those sanctified IN JESUS CHRIST call to be SAINTS TOGETHER with all those who in every place call upon the NAME of OUR LORD Jesus Christ both their LORD and ours.
1 Corinthians 1:18 For the MESSAGE of the cross is foolishness to those who are perishing but to us who are being saved it is the power of God.
The letters to the Corinthians are loving instructions to a congregation who was born again as new creatures able to live free of what the ancients called “the seven deadly sins” that the enemy uses to kill God’s children.
My brother named John Calvin long ago among others incited hostility against the physical image of the cross. He stated that it was” impossible to visually depict God who is invisible and transcendent therefore it is idolotry” This teaching resulted in the destruction of many crosses and art inspired by the Holy Spirit to draw sons and daughters to a deeper love for the invisible three in one reality of the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost. Brother Calvin and I are no longer friends on this matter. I have seen again and again the cross is an visible though perishable reality of an invisible imperishable reality. And that reality is the GOSPEL.
Mark 2:4Since they could not get him to Jesus because of the crowd they made an opening in the roof above Jesus by digging through it and then lowered the mat the man was lying on. Some look to the ceiling desperately seeking a miracle
Matthew 15:27 “yes it is Lord” she said “Even the dogs eat the crumbs that fall from their master’s table” Some look to the floor for but a crumb as a sign of a miracle
Exodus 36:1 “Bezalel and Oholiab and every skilled person in whom the LORD has put ability and understanding to know how to do all the work in the construction of the sanctuary shall work according to all that the LORD HAS COMMANDED
Colossians 1:15 Jesus is the (ONLY) image of the invisible GOd the firstborn of all creation. For by Him all things were created, in heaven and on earth visible and invisible . . . all things were created through Him and for HIm!
The caption on the back of the “Renewed Life Outreach Center” T-shirt reads “Touching Heaven changing Earth” . It speaks of our upward reach like the upward beam of the cross to Heaven and our outward reach in heavenly blessings as the outward beam of the cross to one another and the community.
Finally Hebrew 12:2,12 we LOOK TO JESUS THE AUTHOR AN FINISHER OF OUR FAITH, WHO FOR THE JOY THAT WAS SET BEFORE HIM ENDURED THE CROSS DESPISING THE SHAME AND HAS SAT DOWN AT THE RIGHT HAND OF THE THRONE OF GOD. . . . THEREFORE STRENGTHEN THE HANDS WHICH HANG DOWN AND FEEBLE KNEES AND MAKE STRAIGHT PATH FOR YOUR FEET SO THAT WHAT IS LAME MAY NOT BE DISLOCATED ED BUT RATHER HEALED.
See to it sister that “you do not fail to obtain the grace of God: that no ‘root of bitterness’ spring up and cause you trouble . . . forgive as you have been forgiven by Christ so that you will not be outwitted by Satan. . . cause we ain’t ignorant of his designs” Hebrews 12:15 & 2 Corinthians 2:10,11
We plant forgiveness and we wait for love to bloom. I waited a year to see the fruit of forgiveness. Now , today ,almost to the date of my planting with Jesus , I hear a pleasant report. Therefore I repost this blog as a true testimony that when you forgive as He is forgiving you, you will surely see the blooms of the resurrection of Love in your midst!
The Big Sister’s call
Hurry , my sister it’s Spring , it’s Spring!!
Put that Stoney thing in the dirt
For We must run and sing!!
Get Shovel, Get Hoe
Lest that Bitter Thing grow!
Put that Stoney Thing in the dirt
Lest the Devil soon sow!!
The Little Sister’s cry
But Sister, Sister , it stings, it stings
So it never will ever feel like spring!
I’ve a wound so tender , like a boulder at my core!
No friend , no doc, no priest could speak to a thing so sore!
Or release this Stone that the Enemy threw to settle a score!
No Goliath with gall, or David with sling, or Samson so tall or Peter could bring
My heart to be healed from the hurt of this damn Stoney thing!!
The Big Sister’s call
But Sister, but Sister, it’s Spring!!
Now put that Stoney thing in the dirt!
So you can laugh and sing!
Get shovel, Get hoe
Lest that Bitter thing grow!
Put that Stoney thing in the dirt
Lest far away your heart go
The Little Sister’s cry
But Sister, Sister, it stings, it stings
And now there is no longer hope for my Spring
For I claim this wound as a part of my being
And I strive no more for hearing and seeing!
So many ask me “how have you been”
I just reply “I feel the effects of sin”
I carry the stone daily like a cross on my back
I sleep with it nightly tucking it in dreams and pillow sacks!
My soul never considers what it has but always talks of what it lacks.
The Big Sister’s Call
Oh Sister, dear Sister, it’s Spring
Put that stoney thing in the dirt
So you may dress in robe and ring!
Get shovel, get hoe
Lest that bitter thing grow
Put that Stoney thing in the dirt!
Perhaps to church you should go!
The Little Sister’s Cry
But Sister, Sister , in church it will stink!
I am dead like Lazarus with no life of my own to bring!
Might it stink when I bring it to others to be buried?
Besides, I have much to prove now and my time is quite harried!
It is best dear sis that I pretend it not there!
Besides, this stone on my heart is really no ones care.
Perhaps heaven will own it if I ever get there.
The Big Sister’s Plea
Oh Sister, Stubborn Sister, come out into Spring
Put that Stoney thing in the dirt
And Let Jesus do a Resurrection thing!
Get shovel, Get hoe
Lest that Bitter thing grow
Put that Stoney thing in the dirt
Let your Spirit yield and your Pride forgo!!
The Little Sister’s Fear
But Sister, my Sister, I will be all alone
As I rip away from my heart this UNFORGIVING STONE
And I cry out to Jesus “If only you were home!!?”
Oh Sister, your prayers cause me to quiver with this shovel and hoe in hand
You are speaking strange words in a tongue I do not understand
Oh sister , Oh Sister will I be all alone?
The Big Sister prophesies
Sweet sister, Sweet Sister, See He is your Spring!!
When you put that Stoney thing in the dirt , watch a LILLIE HE BRING
How free you will be and a new song you will sing
and then, . my Sister You WILL KNOW HE is SPRING!
The Little Sister Laments as Jesus Plants
Oh Sister , O Sister, Look now He weeps on my Heart!
The stone falls off gently , from tender edges it parts.
He lays it deep in the dirt of HIS EMPTY GRAVE!!
And grave side He calls me “child” no longer “slave”
Oh sister, O sister, why so long did I wait?
Holding tight to this hurt and bound to it’s hate?!!
I hurt Him so deeply with this stone on my heart!!
At times we must return to remember what The Lord once tenderly taught us. This is a post refined and matured from 3 years ago . Difficulties and darts seemed to dull the glorious truth once planted so deep in my spirit But. . .He waters His word with our tears and so it grows !. I thank my church for refreshing me in truth and growing me up in this word …
When we first enter church on Sunday there is a sense that all of what the preacher is saying, and all of what the songs are proclaiming, and all of what the folks are “naming and claiming”, is very far away.
Entering , we realize how we have forgotten much from the week before. There were so many large and heavy words said in the church that were not said outside the church on the days that followed Sunday. We enter with the shadow and dust of the world. It follows us in like a dark cloud .
Yet quickly , ” the dust settles” and the veil of fog lifts when Pastor prays. At that moment , the Holy Ghost, like a stage hand, draws back the dark shadow of dust and fog . With a strong arm He pulls back the curtain to introduce God. BEHOLD YOUR GOD !!!The Holy Ghost shouts!! He shouts in whispers deep into souls.
Here, at that moment , God becomes very big and very glorious in our minds . And , at that moment , when the songs are sung, God becomes very strong and able in our hearts . And , at that moment, when Pastor preaches, God becomes very near and pressing in our minds . And , at that moment ,when the people touch us and pray , God becomes very Merciful and Healing.He becomes present. He becomes Just like Jesus in our midst.
BUT, the moment we leave the door, that moment when we echo our last “good-by”, all His glory begins to shrink. There seems to be a commonness of life that steals the glorious. We sense someone has stolen the “garment of praise” and “the robe of righteousness” right off our back .
To begin to walk ” in faith” , to even write this is to press into greater obedience. I began to wrestle as I do on Sunday afternoons. I begin to hold a fear of losing sight of His worth and glory. I have given my writing to Him and felt always that to privately write Him was my act of worship. At times, He would have me write to others but never publicly.
Worship is where God magnifies Himself to us and we in turn adore Him. So God would do so when I would write. It was like entering church for me, an entering in and being dressed by God in His glory and His righteousness.
My greatest fear was that I would either become self-righteous or would fail if I tried to glorify Him in public. This is how the enemy keeps us from worshipping Our Lord with our gifts.
So also, He hinders us as we go into the world. We all carry His Word as our worship and have Christ’s commission to proclaim. But , This is sooooo often held back by our greatest fears of self-righteous pride or of shame and failure. This is when we operate from ourselves, our feelings. The enemy has us think we will be stripped of all of His presence as we go out , as we obey a call from the Spirit . We suddenly feel naked reaching hard to grab clothes of righteousness to put on. We reach for clothes when we are already dressed IN HIM and BY HIM!!!.
BUT GOD.. But God we hear from Pastor Chris , From every worship song , from every prayer. “But God” does not leave us undressed. When we leave the door of the church, we feel naked of His presence only because we have let our minds forget we are clothed!!!!We are a royal priesthood dressed in the most glorious gowns and robes ! Designer Gowns and Robes labeled “Jesus”.
We are not like the royal one in the children’s story by Hans Christian Anderson (1837). In the story , “The Emperor’s new clothes” a king commissions a designer to make clothes. He is fooled that he has the best designed suit but , he is actually naked . The king displays nakedness in the street thinking he is clothed. How often we are like this royal one ? When we try to design our own clothes are we not like this foolish emperor? In an opposition to the truth , we are foolish in our thinking when we, ones who are clothed in Christ, think we are naked ?
As the Emperor did not know he was an old naked man when he went before the crowd, we do not know we are a clothed “new” man when we go into the world. When we forget that Christ has bore EVERY sin from dark sins of the body or mind or tongue to the self-righteous sins of body , mind and tongue on Himself. (Galatians 5:21) , we forget we are saved. We forget we are covered eternally in “robes of righteousness”. We forget we are pure children and “if children then heirs of God and fellow heirs with Christ!” What Christ is wearing today, at this moment , is what we are wearing.
To look at this glorious truth and forget it is called “double mindedness’ (James- 1:8, 22-25). Like the Emperor we do not know what we look like. But to know what we look like is to have a single mind, the mind of Christ. The Scriptures of Isaiah 61:10 describe how we are dressed: “with garments of salvation (SOZO) and robes of righteousness”
As my mind agrees in greater certainty with my spirit that holds the clothes of Isaiah 61:10, I then agree with God. And , only as I agree with God ,can I write this blog , can I go and pray, can I love , can I produce fruit or gifts or desire my greatest treasure and worship Jesus with my whole life. !!
The glory of God does not only sit inside a few moments on Sunday morning. It sits on the inside of me. It sits certain and bright. It sits on the inside of us His Bride , The Church !! It has dressed us beautifully in a “robe of righteousness” and a “garment of salvation” that we may live and act to the “praise of His glorious grace”.
True stories about my brother, in Jesus, named “Frog” and inspired in my soul by a message by Brother Ansel Norton .
And the voice came to Peter a second time, “Peter, what God has made clean, do not call common.” (Acts 10:15) And Peter said to the Jews ” you yourselves know how unlawful it is for a Jew to associate with or to visit anyone of another nation, but God has shown me that I SHOULD NOT CALL ANY PERSON COMMON OR UNCLEAN” (Acts 10:28)
I know a man named “FROG”.
“where did he get that name?” I asked my big sister a who had known Frog many years.
“His mamma gave him that name” my big sister answered in her “matter of fact “way.
“Well, why did she name him that name ” I asked
“Guess its cause of how he talks” she said
“hmm, yep, I guess” I said as I thought of the last words that I heard Frog say when I saw him in the park Tuesday.
A whole week and a Sunday had passed since I last saw Frog. But I could remember clearly how Frog’s words entered the air as his hands lifted in praise. That day, I started thinking aloud . . .”. Well that day ,he sure enough had a different way of talking . It sure enough did sound like the croaking of a frog rising out of deep waters”.
My big sister doesn’t say much else about Frog. She doesn’t even say he is “different” . She just says he “talks different”.. But she says that about me too. See, my big sister likes short pointed sentences and I talk with long circular sentences.
Sometimes , after i stop talking to breathe, she looks at me with her head tilted to one side and says “you talk funny”. I like how she says it. It doesn’t hurt at all. I think it doesn’t hurt cause when she talks to me , the room fills with Daddy’s love. Daddy calls it “sincere love” (1). She brings His sincere love with her every time she comes down from His lap.
Not everyone is like my Big sister. Most folks talk without having been with Daddy. They use the word “different” when talkin or textin or facebookin to one another. But, when they are smack dab in front of us, they say , ever so sweetly, the word “special”. They make their syllables long and say “your sooo speeeeeeeciaaaaal!” They think that we are so different that they have to use a completely different language when talking to us.
When these folks talk to “special” folks like Fog and me , we just smile back and say “Well , you are special too!” We don’t use long syllables like they use cause we can’t talk like them. Frog sounds croaky and I sound like circles spinning. But both of us try to let our heart hear how Jesus would talk. Then, we let our whole being speak like Jesus would tell them , in Love.
” well, brother, well sister, you are special too” we say.as we throw our arms around them. . I don’t really know if Jesus made His words long or short, slow or fast. I don’t know if He hugged lots of folks. I just know every word came out in “sincere and perfect Love”.
In fact, Jesus is alive and talking to them right when they are talking to us. , Jesus is smiling at them right then and saying with us the exact same thing. So when it frustrates us to say “your special ” and we get misunderstood cause it doesn’t come out clear., we ask Jesus to say it to their hearts.
He talks to hearts and each word is perfectly clear. No one who hears His voice in their heart misunderstands Him.
Everything became beautiful and clear when I first heard Jesus call me “special”. I looked at Him and My entire face changed into excitement (2). Lot of folk faces look like they are not excited about being called “special” by Jesus. Some look afraid but most have a “plain face”. I used to have a plain face it looks bored or “indifferent”. Faces like that just havent ears to hear Jesus say “you’re special”. Hearing changes your whole face.
Sometimes I ask the Holy Ghost to pass out hearing aids to these “special ones” that don’t have ears. Everytime I am in Daddy’s house I ask the Holy Ghost to give us hearing aids.
One day, after I asked Daddy for these “hearing aids”, a brother from another town came to preach. He came to tell us what Daddy thought about “different folks” . As soon as Brother Norton began saying, “I’m gonna tell you what God showed Peter bout being “different”, I started thinking about Peter.
Peter was the first in a lot bad things and the first in a lot of good things. He was the first to call Jesus “Lord ” and the first to deny Him, He was the first to be called “blessed” and the first to be called “satan” He was the first to walk on water and the first to sink. But best of all He was the first to be called a “different ” name by Jesus.
Jesus called Peter “Cephas” which means “rock”. Jesus told Peter that on this “special” “different” “rock”, the church would be built. But, Peter didn’t really hear Jesus until Jesus went to sit with Daddy and was praying for him. From Acts Chapter 10, The visiting brother showed us how Peter learned what Daddy thought about things that are “different”. He showed us Peter hearing the voice of Jesus.
Our visiting brother Norton showed us how we should hear Daddy’s word and see through Jesus’s heart. He showed us how what was “different” was different by Divine design of Daddy. And we should not be indifferent or bored about what is “different” but instead see how what is “different” makes a “difference”. He kept saying “your difference makes a difference”. The “special” children that could hear kept repeating “amen” “amen” with every “your difference makes a difference”. And with every “amen” shame , like a roach, scurried out the door.
I kept looking at the door. I wasn’t looking to watch shame leave but looking for my brother Frog to come in. I knew he would love to hear the visiting brother’s words from Daddy.
“Come on Daddy please send the Holy Ghost to get my friend Frog. I know you want him here Daddy!!” I kept talkin’ to Daddy thinking I could get Him to go down yonder and drag Frog into the house. Frustrated , I tapped the shoulder of Frog’s friend Gerald. . .
“Where’s Frog?” I whispered
“He’s home restin cause he got beat up by some ‘jitter bug ‘ in the park last night” Gerald replied
“What kinda bug is that? What kinda bug did you say beat him up?’ I asked
” silly , it ain’t no bug its folks that just beat up people that are different” Gerald replied
I leaned back to listen again. The message was ending . .” so we are going to pray , cause we understand that Jesus himself was different and the reason He came was to make a difference”
(to be continued)
Romans 12:9 ” Love must be sincere” or “Love must be genuine” or “Love must be without hypocrisy”
2 Corinthians 3:18- 19 And we all , with unveiled face, beholding the glory of the Lord, are being transformed into the same image rom one degree of glory to another . For this comes from the Lord who is the Spirit.
Note : this writing is allegorical not reflective of the spiritual state of Renewed Life Outreach Center where I attend church. But , rather, this post is a warning to all churches and a call to all members to apply Ephesians 6 . For we are NOT unaware that the Enemy is not only after the body of a man but also THE BODY OF CHRIST! THE CHURCH.
But Jesus turned to Peter and said “Get behind me Satan! You are a hindrance to me. For you are not SETTING YOUR MIND ON THE THINGS OF GOD BUT ON THE THINGS OF MAN” Matthew 16:23
“Hey, brother, what are them bugs that beat up Frog? Are they like skeeter hawks or doodle bugs?” I asked Brother Gerald as the message ended.
“what are you talking about crazy girl ?” Gerald demanded as he grabbed my arm “them are jitterbugs! Don’t you know what them are? Ain’t you ever heard of them jitterbugs?”
Pulling my arm back , “Gerald , there ain’t no such thing as a jitterbug and we ain’t gettin bit by one right ?” I said looking at my very tiny sister Azion. Looking at the three year old child in Daddy’s house ,I said, ” Daddy didn’t make no jitterbugs. Right Azion?”
“Right!!” Azion shouted putting her hands on her hips and nodding her head up and down in equal confidence.
“silly, they ain’t BUGS! They don’t bite they just mess with ya ! They are BULLIES. . . you know what a bully is dont ya!” Gerald replied
“Yes I do” I said stomping my feet ” And I really, really don’t like bullies! i aint seen one in years “I told Gerald.
Azion ran outside. Looking past Gerald, watching Azion run out the door, I remembered where I was first born. I was born in a country full of bullies. They would trap you in a corner, all alone, and put your hands behind you back. You might be just walking round looking at the flowers and singing and suddenly a bully would come up on you stealing something you had in your pocket or accusing you of something you didnt do or hurting you just cause they were strong and you weren’t. I was pretty scared of bullies. Beside all that, Daddy says ” It’s a dark country ruled by a Prince of Darkness where bullies rule,” (1)
But that was long ago . Since then I was born again in a country of brothers and sisters. A country ruled by one Perfect Daddy, One perfect Brother and a One All Time Friend. . In this country i now had no fear. (1) And everyone who lived in this country was ruled by The Prince of Peace. (2)
As I looked back inside Daddy’s house where only bugs like ” doddle bugs” and “skeeter hawks” lived, I felt safe. These were my brothers and sisters given to me in this new country ! They were Folks that , like all critters Daddy makes, moved with purpose and power. Purpose in Daddy’s word and Power in Jesus Blood. They kept me safe. . The more I stood still thinking on my own , the more I presumed I knew everything about this country ,(3)
” hmm.” I thought ” If a “jitterbug” was a bully, it didn’t belong in Daddy’s house .Maybe back where I came from but not in here. “I concluded.
The wind blew against the door. I held the knob to keep it from opening too wide.. Just in case some jitterbug might walk by .
“Well brother,Bring Frog here. Bring him in Daddy’s house” I said cracking the door just enough to let Gerald out quickly.”He’ll get everything back that them jitterbugs stole” I said .
“He don’t feel good enough to come here. ” Gerald replied as he squeezed sideways through the small opening of the door.
“what about the park?” I asked Gerald remembering all the brothers and sisters were going to meet in the part on Tuesday.
“Ill see” Gerald said “Kinda hard to go where you just got beat up. Maybe the law can keep them jitterbugs out of the park” He said as he squeezed through the door.
“Silly ,” I muttered to myself, as I walked away from the door. “There aint no such thing as a jitterbug. But if there were , just maybe if there were, the law aint keeping them away. I’m just gonna shut the door tight. Very tight to keep them out of Daddy’s house”.
As I turned looked back around Daddy’s house. I knew that if Frog came inside ,THIS HOUSE , he would get better. I knew that the blood of Jesus would touch him right smack dab where the bullies hurt him. In a Word, right then, he would be healed. If he would just come, If he would just peek in the door, I would drag him by the arm to the front of the house and our brother, Pastor Chris, would pray to Daddy for him. And. we would all be like we used to be , safe in Daddy’s house . Healed.
“Daddy, Darn, them jitterbugs,, ” I shook my head trying to throw off thinking about them.
I started running through the house ” I’m gonna think like a butterfly like you made me. I’m gonna fly from person to person, looking to see Jesus’s face in every brother and sister. Like a butterfly getting all sticky with pollen, I’m gonna go from brother to sister to catch some of your mercy and grace for myself.(5) And I’m gonna take it to my room and put it in on paper. And I’m gonna look at it all week long to think about how beautiful Jesus made the world for me. . . .I myself WILL NOT BE AFRAID OF NO JITTERBUG messin with me!!
But Gerald wasn’t the only one talking bout bullies these days. Lots of other folks in the house were talking bout them. While I was busy drawing pictures of butterflies, our brother Pastor Chris, kept talking’ bout Daddy’s Enemy,the Bully of All . He acted like that bully was everywhere. He kept telling us all how to get dressed so we wouldn’t get beat up by this bully when we moved about.
But not only when we moved about was the enemy after us. Our Brother Chris sounded like we were supposed to be dressed in a bunch of heavy armor even when we were sleeping. It just seemed like there was so much to wear:, helmet, breastplate, belt, shoes. In addition to all that, he said that Daddy said we also had to have a shield and sword in our hand at all times. I dont know how folks could ever go swimming or biking or running or playing tag with all this stuff on their bodies.
Pastor said Daddy paid a big price for this armor stuff . And He said that Daddy himself laid it out for each of us every day. And , he said, that we better put it on or we might get hurt or die.
” It just awkward and kinda out of date wearing all these old school accessories,” I would complain. Half hearted with the warning , I would often wear just a helmet and a belt inside Daddy’s house , leaving my breastplate parked outside the church door.
“Well, dont think you are going anywhere without putting ALL the armor of God on” the brother would say pointing his finger at me .
I didn’t much listen to him . Most times, I just kicked off my sandals and sat down to draw pictures of butterflies. Even though the brother told me a whole lot about Daddy’s word, i would pick out what I wanted to believe. And I believed that without wearing that ole heavy breastplate I was more free to fly. Besides, I was always wearing my underwear, the robe of Righteousness.
” Im telling you sister if you don’t wear it All, EVERY SINGLE PIECE, you will get hurt!” he kept warning. “The Enemy is after what’s in you!!” , the brother would shout while I stretched out in my seatat Daddy’s table(4)
“Blah, Blah, Blah Enemy Enemy ” I kinda got tired of folks talking bout “The Enemy ” in Daddy’s house. All my brothers and sisters would scream ” I rebuke you Enemy” over and over again. They acted like he was standing right with us holding our hand. He is so different than us that I didn’t think we would be holding his hand in the house. So, I thought it very strange they thought he could be among us.
He is COMPLETELY different than us !! I wanted to scream. He is AGAINST Daddy and we are FOR Daddy. We are minding Daddy’s business and The Enemy is minding everybody else’s business. He keeps count of everything when we are getting more from Daddy than we can count. (5) Surely we lived in a different House and stayed in a different Town than that scoundrel they called “Satan”.
But, Pastor, and Paul , Peter, and John and the tiny book of Jude,kept screaming about this enemy. They told me not to consider it strange. (7) , They said that this enemy was after us , hunting us, dividing us, accusing us , hurting us. Eager to beat the living Jesus out of us.!!!!! No matter how much I read and heard I wasn’t believing it all. I couldn’t believe cause I just didn’t think Satan could get in the door of Daddy’s house . It was my job to stand by the back door and watch it (6). As I looked out the window ,through the blinds, I didn’t see a jitterbug or devil I could only see my breastplate laying by the railroad track and Azion running across the track going home..
“You okay?” a brother and sister asked.” Yep , just thinking bout stuff”. I said follow them. Soon, some folks stopped me and asked me to to go to a room I had never seen. I didn’t ask Daddy or the Holy Ghost first. I just went with them . I wasn’t watching (8) where i was going at all, I was just excited to go anywhere in Daddy’s house.
When I got to the room , It didn’t feel like Daddy’s house anymore. It didn’t feel safe. It smelled and felt like the other country where I was first born. Not where I was born again. Words I had never heard before came in the air from faceless faces. Harsh accusations and false assumptions fired like arrows through the room.
Then suddenly, very suddenly, I felt a sharp pain. It was a sting not a hug. It was bitter not sweet. It was a lie not truth. It put a chain on me so I couldn’t move. Then, it stabbed real deep like a fiery dart in and through my heart . It entered so deep that it felt like it went all the way through me and was fixin’ to stab someone else if they got behind me. Before I could say “Help Jesus” , I had fallen wounded. I thought I was a casualty in a massacre not a war . Daddy seemed far away, Jesus seemed busy and the Holy Ghost seemed like He left on the last train through Greenville. Life stopped.
Then, as if the Holy Ghost was standing outside the door, He came and pulled me to my feet. I ran out of the house crying.
Other brothers and sisters stood outside saying “I cant believe you let the Enemy get you. ” “how could you let that happen” You need to go back and give back what was given to you’ “punch harder”” fight meaner”” get allies” . And some just screamed “get the hell out” . Everybody acted like they forgot what house I was running out of. Everyone acted like they forgot it was Daddy’s House!
Pushing past them, I saw Azion , “don’t cry, Its gonna be alright. Jesus says its gonna be alright” she called out.
” What if I have a lethal dart in my heart ? Is it really gonna be alright? All RIGHT? All that night,, crying , I thought of the sting. Its a dart. Its just a dart from the enemy. It ain’t no body. It ain’t no bug. It aint even the Enemy. Its just a dart from him. . . A firey dart. See, Vanessa, Frog got hurt in his lungs, where Daddy makes good air and you got hurt inside your heart where Daddy makes His love. And both of us are now flat on our backs wounded. ” I talked to myself.
I called out to Daddy like my brother Job cried in the dark. “Who can help me put on this armor now? I am cripple and down. Is it too late to dress my heart as I lay wounded ? Who can take the stinging pain ? Who can lift this mourning gown and give me a new dress not stained with tears?”
As I grew weary with my words, I found the breastplate stiffly faithfully held me on my back in the bed in the dark of the night (8).
Daddy , Daddy , i cried. Daddy I’m soo sorry ! I’m sorry I did not wear what you told me to wear!! I didn’t listen to where you told me to go!! Jesus help me ! Holy Ghost whats happening? Jesus , Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, . . . ” I drifted to sleep. I started thinking bout a poem Daddy wrote me. I started thinking bout Psalm 34.
In the night, Daddy gathered the tears . Motionless on my back . I could not toss . I could not turn. I could not escape a righteousness outside myself. It immobilized me . I felt The hard heaviness of His hand over my heart protect me from new darts. Darts coming from within me and about to shoot out of me. Darts of anger and resentment. As the original dart was released into His hand ,a flow of warm clean water washed over the wound.
Daddy had recycled ever tear in the night to wash and soothe my heart.
Slowly waking I felt the soft interior of the breastplate. It bandaged the wound left on my heart. A two sided righteousness overwhelmed me. Squeezing tight over me, it forced a new song from me . I awoke singing “who put this breastplate on me ? but my King! My King Jesus!! It’s All right!! It’s all Right!! He has dressed me in the Night!! He has Dressed me in the Night!! . . ..
Return child to His RIGHTEOUSNESS! Dress rightly today with both the breastplate and the robe!!
““What do you need to put on Church? What do you need to put on to fight the fiery darts accusing you ? What do you need to put on Church? What do you need to put on to not take offense at your brothers or sisters? THE BREASTPLATE OF RIGHTEOUSNESS. It’s His righteousness not your righteousness, NOT EVEN their righteousness . It’s His righteousness! Anyone’s RIGHTNESS IS ONLY FROM HIS RIGHTEOUSNESS!” Pastor Chris Peterson
Ephesians 2:1-3 tells us that we were dead folks in a land “walking, following the course of this world, following the Prince of the Power of the air, the spirit that is now at work in the sons of disobedience.”
Isaiah 9:6 tells us that we are now under the rule of the King of our Souls and “the government will be upon his shoulder and His name shall be called Wonderful, Counselor, the Mighty God , THE PRINCE OF PEACE
Numbers 14:44 it is said of some folks that thought to do something apart from Daddy’s direction “But they presumed to go up unto the hill top: nevertheless the ARK OF THE COVENANT of THE Lord and Moses, departed not out of the camp.
Ephesians 6 :10 – 18 commands Children of God to put on the whole armor . It begins with the position of “STAND” and ends with the attitude of “KEEP ALERT WITH ALL PERSEVERANCE” This is a confident not casual stance in His Might.
1 Chronicles 21:1 Then Satan stood against Israel and incited David to number Israel
Isaiah 21:6 For thus the Lord said to me: “Go, set a watchman; let him announce what he sees.
1 Peter 5:8, I John 3:8-10, Jude 8-9
Look carefully then how you walk, not as unwise but as wise, Ephesians 5:15
He had no form or majesty that we should look at him and no beauty that we should desire Him, He was despised and rejected by men, a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief. BUT he was pierced for our transgressions; he was crushed for our iniquities. Upon Him was the chastisement that brought us peace, and WITH HIS WOUNDS WE ARE HEALED (ESV) Isaiah 53:2, 5
For God , who said, ‘Let light shine out of darkness” has shone in our hearts to give the light of the knowledge of the GLORY OF GOD IN THE FACE OF JESUS CHRIST” ESV 2 Corinthians 4:6
“Aint nobody going to the park today . You might as well stay home.” the old brother said , looking down unto me while I was tying my shoes.
“I told you boy, there are always three folks there! ” I said as I looped the last lace. Then bouncing on both feet I held up four fingers “Daddy, Jesus, the Holy Ghost and me!”
“you mean one folk .” he said shaking his head and walking away .
“NO , NO , No! ” I said jumping up and down ” There are three in one!! Daddy , Jesus and the Holy Ghost !! ”
The old brother turned quickly . “Well, I’m just sayin. . . . if you go and you are all alone out there you might get hurt. . . .like Gerald said. . . maybe by one of them jitterbugs .” he warned.
I pounded my chest showing that my heart was not hurt anymore. There was no sting. I was healed of the jitterbug bite in the night. “See. . .. Lookie, ” I said ” I’m all dressed for the park” I stood before the brother touching my head, my chest my waist, my feet. I had the whole armor on for the first time in my life. Then , picking up Daddy’s book , I said ” And watch out I got a weapon !!” With my bible in my hand , I marched to the park.
Soon , while walking down the road, my mind started swirling with thoughts of the jitterbug, The Enemy. . . the enemy,. I thought about how much he hurt folks. How he hogtied them and dragged them through slop like sheep to be slaughtered . I thought bout how folks nowadays were cryin’ and dyin’, moanin’ and groanin’. How every brothers and sister I knew was either hit by the Enemy or was watching how The enemy hit others. Even our brother, Pastor Chris, would steady say that folks were all lookin either “busted or disgusted”. It was all you could see everywhere. All you could see was the bite and bruises on folks attacked by this faceless foe.
“There is so much damage Daddy” I cried running into another house on my way to the park .” Who will fix all this hurt Daddy” I fell to my knees and I looked up . As I looked up, I saw a picture. It was a picture someone had painted of Jesus’s face.
When I looked at the picture, I remembered what Daddy said about Jesus’s face. He said that It was so very different than any other face. He said it was marred and not majestic , a face so scary that we would want to hide our face from it” and yet. . . .” Daddy says that this face is the “radiance of His glory” He says real boldly to me,” though they spit on this face , This face , His face, would heal every person that looked at Him”
“Jesus show your face in the park today “, I prayed
Frog came very late. We had all been singing and reading Psalm 34 when frog came. Marilyn had already shared a picture of how Daddy works in the night to heal us from all them jitterbug bites. I was amazed how she could draw a picture to explain a poem from Daddy’s book. Everyone was telling how Daddy did wonderful things for us all while things looked bad all around. We were all singing and happy with all Daddy’s goodness
But Fog sat sad. He sat on a bench in the back. His head hung very low below his shoulders. I thought how his lungs were still hurt from the jitterbugs. I started crying for Frog to Daddy. Some other folks started crying too And when we were crying to Daddy , I became certain that Jesus was looking at Frog , I was so certain , I thought I saw a light shining right over Frogs’s bench.
As we sang, The Holy Ghost said ” Go touch Frog” . I asked some brothers and sisters to go with me, Marilyn, Ann, Barbara, Joseph, Mary and her friend , all came. As we touched Frog I asked Jesus to turn His face to us. Then, I put my hands on Frogs chest and immediately I felt a light come upon us. “Jesus looks now to heal you ” I said
I kept watching Frog’s face. I kept hearing brothers and sisters around him say “jesus” “jesus” “Jesus” Slowly Frog’s head lifted, , He looked up past the plywood ceiling , probably looked way past the clouds.Maybe he was seeing Jesus peek through the clouds or ride near us on the clouds. I just know his head tilted and lifted . . And then, . . . . like a Frog.. . . Like Frog croaking out of deep waters, he shouted “Jesus, Jesus, Jesus!!” Then , he stood with arms raised shouting “Thank you Jesus, thank you Jesus” .
Suddenly, I said what I never thought to say. It was as if the Holy Ghost said it for me: ” we forgive them now, Frog, We forgive the jitterbugs !! The Devil just used them. They were but little darts in his hand. We forgive them, see we can forgive them . . .. Cause He has forgiven us!!!! We can forgive because He healed us today!!!” In that moment I forgot every hurt , every sorrow, every pain. FROG AND I WERE HEALED BY THE GLORY OF GOD THROUGH THE FACE OF JESUS CHRIST!!
THE END. THE AMEN .
Post script: “Do not lie to one another, seeing that you have put off the old self with its practices and have put on the new self , which is being renewed in KNOWLEDGE AFTER THE IMAGE OF THE CREATOR. . JESUS .here there is neither black or white, male or female, BUT CHRIST IS ALL AND IN ALL. SO, then as GOD”S CHOSEN ONES HOLY AND BELOVED, put on compassionate hearts, kindness, humility, meekness and patience, bearing with one another and if one has a complaint against another FORGIVING EACH OTHER AS THE LORD HAS FORGIVEN YOU > ABOVE ALL THESE , PUT ON LOVE WHICH BINDS EVERYTHING TOGETHER IN PERFECT HARMONY. Collossians 3
NOW, concerning Spiritual Gifts, brothers and sisters, I do not want you to be ignorant( 1 Corinthians 12:1) For as in one body we have many members, and the members do not all have the same function, so we, though many , are one body in Christ and individually members one of another having gifts that differ ACCORDING TO THE GRACE GIVEN TO US LET US USE THEM. (Romans 12:4-6)
Our brother, Pastor Chris, has been telling us a lot about “spirit ” gifts from Daddy. He has also told us about how they look in folks when folks receive them from Daddy. Every gift looks a little different. But, when the gifts are all put together, like pieces of a puzzle, they display the body of Jesus. Our bestest friend , The Holy Ghost , gives us the gifts from heaven AND is the Person who puts the pieces together to make the body. It is so awesomely supernatural how this all works.
Sometimes, I think our brother Chris is so amazed about what he is teaching he doesn’t have the words to speak. That’s the time I see that the Holy Ghost has to talk for him . Other times, Pastor picks big words to describe all this eternal action. He will say things like “Its the Manifestation of the Impartation of the Glory of God” . Kids like me, get all curious about those Holy Ghost words and especially those big words that Big Brothers say to describe Daddy’s doings.
It feels like “Impartation” is Daddy’s giving of the gift and “Manifestation” is The Holy Ghost showing off of the gift. But , I really couldn’t be sure of it all until I started seeing how it worked in Daddy’s children at RLOC . It all first started making sense when I started watching my brother Colon open presents from Daddy . Lots of old folks of faith may say ” silly girl of course ‘seeing is believing’.” I found out different along time ago. I found, for the Kids of Daddy, “Hearing then, believing is seeing”.(1) I had to hear lots of things about gifts before I ever saw what I saw in my Brother Colon. .
See, I don’t know much bout naming and describing all these gifts. I just know I saw Daddy decide to give Colon a gift one day. And I saw everything our Brother Chris talked about get unwrapped in Colon .Since that day , I think alot about how Daddy’s gifts look. They look like different sides of His face. I can’t say that I ever saw Daddy close up. But , I can say that when I look at His presents, it seems like His presents are part of His Presence . That means, they look like a glimpse of the glorious grace Daddy gave in Our Savior Jesus. Gifts of Grace make everything bright and new . For certain they are light and so bright , our faces start to look like Moses’. (2)
Daddy ‘s letters seem to clump gifts all in categories. like “Mercy”,” Healing”, “Teaching” and such (3). Its like He is taking a whole bunch of His Glory, dividing it up in piles, then packing it tight in a box and putting a name tag on it. He always wraps it with Love. Finally, He gives it personally to each of His children though the hand of the Holy Ghost. The Holy Ghost is a person with hands and His hands are always giving something from Daddy. And the way He does this is just like Jesus would do it.
Our Big brother Paul writes the name of every gift off the tags in letters he wrote to the Corinthian and Ephesian and Roman folks. When I read these letters I think of how generous Daddy is . Then , I cant help but think how He showed His giving self best when He gave me Jesus , Seeing the greatness of Jesus, I can only bet that there are more gifts in Daddy’s glorious lap than our puny little hands can hold!!. (4) Maybe that’s why Pastor Chris tells us that sometimes Daddy gives gifts through other folks hands.
But sometimes its not that there is too much to hold but that we just dont want to hold anything from Daddy. We have lots of excuses for not being able to hold the things Daddy is giving us. Some of us have our hands all balled into fists, others have clasped hands behind heads like we are bored. Others of us have gripping and gropping hands on phones and people and pets and stuff. And still others have busy hands or bound hands that forget to open and receive. .We just can’t be mad or busy or bound and at the same time, expect to get a present from Daddy. We must have open empty hands to get a present.
And, even though Daddy is always saying to us ” eagerly want all my presents child of God”,(5) we cant get a single gift any way but by Him giving it to us. So, when Daddy says for us to want and desire all His gifts , He does not want us to look jealous at a brother or sisters’ gift like we are fixing to steal it or trade it. Daddy gives generously and so He doesn’t like our jealous want of a” gift exchange”. Its just not how He does business. His distribution is to give and give ” as He will”
‘Cause Jesus really did “pay it All” , there ain’t no money exchanged in this gift purchase either! Jesus bought all of them in advance. Still, Daddy knows some folks try to buy gifts. He tells bout such a boy named Simon in Acts 9. This boy was really greedy and tried to buy the whole Holy Ghost! Daddy bout “smote” that boy out of this world .
For us who receive the gifts, a whole new world is created on earth. Sometimes I tell Daddy that I would like to see His kids give their gifts a whirl all at once on a Sunday ! I asked Him about this often until one day He answered. He said that we can’t all be using our gifts at one time. He says it causes confusion and Daddy likes to keep things both beautiful and orderly in His house.(6)
Hearing Daddy’s instruction , I wonder if we kinda hold our gifts behind our back cause we are a little scared . When we first get a gift from Daddy we feel like it might explode and be too noisy. Its quiets me to remember that every instruction is from His Love. And there ain’t nothing scary bout Love. (7) Still , it does seem like we could turn the world upside down with these gifts Daddy gives us. Some of our older brothers certainly did just that (book of ACTS ). Daddy says they were “bold” but they were patient too . They always listened for Daddy to say “it’s time for show and tell”. Jesus is always praying that we will have ears to hear The Holy Ghost speak : ” it’s your turn child of God ” ” Show , tell,that Daddy may be glorified” .
Before we can ” show and tell”, we gotta know two things , our brother Pastor Chis says. We gotta know we have a gift and that gift is for giving Daddy’s Love away.
On Sunday , Daddy always has a Big Gift giveaway. Big empty hands reach out and hold Daddy’s gifts that He spills out from heavenly places. . Sometimes I run around the house trying to see what somebody got as a gift from Daddy. Lots of times I see kids show off their gifts without knowing what they are doing . And sometimes I get to see gifts in brothers and sisters when I am not even looking for them. It is really a beautiful thing.
Like the time when I saw the gift Daddy put in my brother Colon’s hands. The gift that Daddy gave brother Colon was a gift that at first looked really small .Even my brother, Pastor Chris, asked “you sure you see that sister?”
I told him I did. ” yep it’s there brother” I squinted .
Truth be told, I could barely see it. The Holy Ghost just gave me a glimpse for a second. But, the more I looked at this gift, in Daddy’s house, the more I would see it get REAL and BIG and FAT. It was like one of those little sponges in a capsule that gets real big with just a few drops of water.
See, Daddy can put just a few drops of water on something and suddenly, it explodes out of its plastic capsule and looks alive. Paul calls our “capsules” “jars of clay”. Old dry Georgia clay looks a little different with a few drops of water. But, we look a whole lots different with a few drops of Holy Ghost water. Big and awe filled, like some creature of Daddy God’s glory. We might want to give what we see a certain name from Daddy’s word list of gifts. We might call it “mercy,”or “hospitality”, or . . .Well, I’m not the one to give a name except to tell you it looked like the Gospel busting out of a plastic shell. It couldn’t help but come out under the spout of the Holy Ghost looking like Jesus in resurrection power.
Maybe, that big word “Impartation” looks like a little thing and ” Manifestation” looks really big. One thing is for sure: they both look and act like Daddy’s Love busting out of a shell. And like Jesus, busting out of rocks , its got the power to heal the sick , feed the hungry, cast out demons and raise the dead. Its got that power as we “show and tell” .
(to be continued) see “The Grace Gift Giveaway :Brother Colon’s Gift”
Romans 10 especially 14-21 where Daddy explains He is presently calling us but we do not see Him and His salvation through Jesus until we hear and believe.
2 Corinthians 3:18 And we all with unveiled face beholding the glory of the Lord are being transformed into the same image from one degree of glory to another. For this comes from the Lord who is the Spirit.
Romans 12, 1 Corinthians 12, Ephesians, 1 Peter 4
Ephesians 1:3 Blessed be God the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who has blessed us with every spiritual blessing in the heavenly places.
1 Corinthians 12:14 All these are empowered by one and the same Spirit who apportions to each one individually as he wills
1 Corinthians 14:40 But all things should be done decently and in order.