The Grace Gift Giveaway : Brother Colon’s gift

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Pay closer attention to what we have heard, lest we drift away from it. . . for It was declared at first by the Lord, and it was attested to us by those who heard, while God also bore witness by signs and wonders and various miracles and BY GIFTS of THE HOLY GHOST distributed according to His will. So with yourselves, Child of God, since you are eager for manifestations of the Spirit, strive to excel in building up Daddy’s House with your gifts. Hebrews 2:1 , 3b, 4 and 1 Corinthians 14:12

THE GIVER’S CALL

I remember the day The Holy Ghost asked Colon to help me be a “doorkeeper ” in the house of RLOC. Weeks before, Daddy called brother Colon, He showed me how I wasn’t getting the job done as doorkeeper for Daddy .When He showed me, I saw folks were slipping in the door without a greeting from Daddy. Lots of times Daddy would want to show His hospitality and His Mercy and Help to folks and He couldn’t get the job done. It made me sad . But what made me more sad was knowing that the Holy Ghost was even more sad than I could ever be.

See, I would get so interested in all Daddy’s business away from the door that I would neglect the assignment He gave me. That assignment was : “Child, welcome each one as Jesus has welcomed you unto me” So, instead of focusing on Daddy’s plan, I would go from one seat to the another, in everyone’s business, asking them what Daddy was doing. I would start jumping and chatting and spinning around so much that I was no use for Daddy’s purpose.

One day , when I was running from one brother and sister to another , I tripped and fell into a seat next to Colon’s wife, Debbie and my blood sister, Mary.

Both sisters laughed and then smiled at me. Debbie said “are you okay? maybe you better settle down before you get into some trouble.” My sister Mary said “Rest sister”.

At that moment , the Holy Ghost took my face between His hands and had me look straight up to Daddy. I can’t be sure the words I heard. But, I know I heard something like this: “lookie here doorkeeper, I got work to do round here so more folks will see me, I’m fixin to give you a helper”. I sat next to sisters Debbie and Mary for a minute and then went back to my post at the door.

I figured I better get back to Daddy’s assignment for me before I “for sure got into some trouble” . The Holy Ghost followed me. I sensed Him push me away from all distractions until I got to the back door.

Standing at the back door was a tall gruff looking man. I had noticed before that he was at the back door pretty regular. I also noticed that he would smile real big at folks coming through the door. However, somehow, when he looked at me , it seemed that big smile turned quick upside down. . He looked so scary that I asked Daddy if I could punch or tickle him to just see if he would smile at me like he did other folks.

Before I could get an answer from Daddy, the Holy Ghost pointed and spoke to my spirit. “That man”

Right then , I remembered what the Spirit had spoken earlier about ” a helper”
” Really, him? , a doorkeeper in your house? Are you sure? Are you for real Holy Ghost ?” I questioned.

“Im most certainly sure” the Holy Ghost confirmed

” But really I don’t think this big guy likes me. I’m really positively sure he thinks I’m a little weird AND besides that, I don’t think he trusts me. ” I replied .

That dosen’t matter. It’s not about you ! It’s about HIM and I love this man and this man loves and trusts me. He points to Jesus. ” The Holy Ghost spoke to me for Daddy.

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THE GIVER’S GIFT

That same day Brother Colon asked for prayer. I could not hear what he asked Daddy. But, I know that our brother , Pastor Chris, put his hands on Brother Colon and prayed . Both their bodies were shaking with something i think Daddy calls “fervency”. Soon, they stopped shaking and I saw a tear wind down that big gruff man’s face and change everything in its trail. Colon did not wipe it away, He just just kept saying “yes Lord, yes Lord” as our brother Chris prayed. I think that’s when Jesus was praying too and the Holy Ghost was giving Colon the gifts to be a doorkeeper.

Since then, everytime Brother, Pastor Chris, unlocks the door to the church, Colon is a doorkeeper. Together brother Colon and I have kept many doors open. We have kept them opened at church and out of church: , front doors and back doors, bathroom doors, car doors, neighbor doors, kitchen doors, in doors and out doors. And best yet, when folks want prayer , we say “come on lets go over yonder beyond this door to the Mercy seat of Daddy”

I think it might be a total of bout two years that we have been working together as doorkeepers in the Daddy’s house. I am not sure. But, I know for sure that Daddy keeps track of our time.

And Daddy keeps track of everything that time contains. He sees everything. He sees how we have opened doors and shut doors. He sees how we open the door to let the children of God in and He sees how we chase these children down when they try to sneak out the door. He sees how we find seats and Bibles and coloring sheets for His children so that they may hear and believe Daddy’s goodness and love for them. He sees how we watch over His children to keep every hindrance away from them so they can hear Daddy’s voice.

And He sees how, when the wind of the Holy Ghost blows the door wide open, We stand in awe. And when the wind of nature blows the door open, we quietly shut the door to keep all of Daddy’s goodness inside. . . . to keep all of Daddy’s goodness from escaping.

THE GIVER’s GLORY

One day, not long ago, our brother, Pastor Chris, wasn’t at Daddy’s house to unlock the door .He gave another brother the keys. For a moment, Brother Colon and I wondered if the Holy Ghost went traveling with Pastor. The door didn’t feel the same. Like a peice of the puzzle missing we couldn’t see the picture of the body like before. “It ain’t the same brother” I said to brother Colon.

“What’s different ?” Colon demanded

“Well Pastor aint here silly” I said as I punched him.

“The Lord is Here” he said with a wink.

‘yep” I said . Still thinking bout that puzzle piece being missing I couldn’t help but smile at Colons faithful smile every time I punched him.

“you just keep watch over the door lil sis”Colon scolded

So, even with Pastor on vacation, Like all other Sundays, Colon and I were doorkeepers. Doorkeepers who let folks in and watched for the Holy Ghost to come in.

See, The Holy Ghost is always at RLOC He really doesnt ever need a door or certain folks to dwell in .But there is a way that seems like He walks in the door. . Sometimes He seems to comes in and sit skinny in a seat and sometimes He comes in and sits Big and Fat in everyone’s lap. But no matter what it “feels” like, Daddy’s words taught us that “worship brings the His Presence ” .

So on that day, we decided to worship as all Sundays. Singing things about Daddy to Daddy we would get soo close to Daddy. And when we did, we knew that the Holy Ghost was getting fat in the building.

As I sat down after worship, I looked at my brother Colon. He looked all wide eyed , Kinda like like he saw someone else come in the door . I couldn’t figure it out cause he wasn’t looking at the door but looking straight ahead. When I began to sit down he reached over to grab my shoulder.

“put his picture back up”. He demanded “now”

“what picture ?

” The one of Jesus” he said. Micah overheard Brother Colon and imediatly returned the slide to the last song

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After Micah put Jesus’s picture on the overhead, brother Colon got up from his seat slowly. I am certain that the Holy Ghost was sitting fat on him for he rose very slow and yet very wide eyed. He stood before us and waved his hand to the picture.

“This is not Jesus. Jesus is alive. And He is here , the Head of this church. But this picture reminds us He is here” Brother Colon said very slowly. I think the Holy Ghost was sitting fat on every word. He continued to slowly release words ending each sentence the chorus “Jesus did for us what no man could do. “He told how Jesus gave us life when we were dead. How Jesus died to give us life. How he was lashed and beaten and stripped and mocked and pierced and nailed that we may be healed and comforted and clothed and forgiven and reborn and resurrected to life. Each word seemed to introduce Jesus into the room. Each word seemed to be handed out by the Holy Ghost to magnify the son. It was quiet when Colon stopped speaking.

There were no “Amens” .  There were no handclaps. One by one, brothers and sisters quietly whispered, “thank you Jesus, thank you Lord”. It felt as if Jesus walked from seat to seat touching each brother and sister with the gospel. But it was not Jesus Himself but the Holy Ghost speaking the gospel into every heart.

Since that morning , I am most certain of the Holy Ghost in Colon. And the Holy Ghost is most magnificent when He does the work of glorifying Jesus. Every day He makes Colon look joyful and certain and full of gospel power.

So I don’t ask Daddy anymore “are you sure?” But I say to Daddy “you sure know how to pick em Daddy!!”

And Daddy replies :
Daughter that aint just a Doorkeeper , that’s the possessor of the Door. And the Door is Jesus!

Romans 15:7 Therefore,  Welcome one another as Christ has welcomed you, for THE GLORY OF GOD!! (The Doorkeeper Pledge)

Abiding Above the Rifle of ” Roof” (living in Psalm 91)

 This is a letter to my brothers and sisters at my church, Renewed Life Outreach. It is current and true.  It is a call for revival.  For revival is truly built on the blood of martyrs.  And we, in a small town of 800 are seeing many martyrs have shed their blood overseas and now at home in the US.  

This is a declaration to the Enemy of our Lord that the victory is won and we are not afraid. Thank you Emanual AME for being a modern day cloud of witnesses to us at Renewed Life Outreach Center , Greenville Florida.  To our God be all glory. 

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My most dearest brothers and sisters of common blood, of the Blood of Jesus:

I have been awakened in the night since we have met on Tuesday  with Psalm 91.  I am most certain I have been awakened by the Holy Spirit.  He wakes me with the word we spoke to one another in the Haffee Hays Park.  He has wakened me for four nights saying “ you will not fear the terror of the night nor the arrow that flies by day”. He wakens me with “a thousand may fall at your side ten thousand at you right hand but it will not come near you. You will only look with your eyes and see the recompense of the wicked”.  He wakens me with questions He wants to answer. He awakens me to write to you .  He awakens me to a “secret place of the Most High . .

IN THE SHADOW OF THE ALMIGHTY

On Tuesday we rejoiced in the Word of the Lord in the Park.  We spoke of our secret place right there at the right hand of Daddy where Jesus gives to us any and every spiritual blessing we ask for.  We spoke of how Jesus longs to draw us to his perfect Heart , under His wing.  We talked of how we hear he weeps like he did over Jereselum also over Greenville. The Spirit called that we would come close to hear His heart to find refuge and from there we would  see His kingdom.

Snuggled beneath His wing, we see  so many great ways that He protects us and cares for us. We are never in want .  We are never harmed.  Rattlesnakes in our yard do not touch us.  Viruses and germs stalk after us to no avail. Homelessness and hunger have no place for us.  And gunshots. like arrows ,fly past us all day.  We only look with our eyes, perhaps weeping like Jesus, for the recompense of the wicked.  All because we hold fast to Him in Love.  All because we hold fast to Him in Love, He delivers us.

In the park, we were distracted by children and cars and  heat. Surely the 100 degree heat reminded us that everything withers. . . . Everything but His word.  “ It is all that remains” we agreed.  And Joseph opened praying, “God let your kingdom come, your will be done by your Word”

After our worship and study , we walked to RLOC in an awareness of the protection of our great Father . We heard that  Pastor was not able to come to Bible Study. But we feared not for him because we believed Psalm 91 for him as well.  We only missed him.  We all missed him for He had led us for many weeks from Ephesians to Romans. Verse  by verse , he equipped  us with great words from Daddy.

Last Tuesday night , our souls were parked at Romans 12:1 where we were left weeks before “Therefore , in view of God’s mercy we present our bodies as Living Sacrifices Holy and acceptable unto God for this is our reasonable act of worship”. We had been in prayer for weeks after this verse.We were in prayer and study about the gifts that come to us to  use to worship in this way to Daddy.  Through prayer and fasting,   The Holy Spirit had been putting fire under these Living Sacrifices. .Every  soul at RLOC seemed to burn brighter.   Daddy was teaching us the depth of this verse.

Daddy God did not cancel Bible Study. He kept it with Brother Roy as the leader because he wanted us to hear testimonies.Testimonies of Daddy’s work.  In every testimony we  knew all that was said came from the Word manifesting itself in the life of a lost child found by Daddy . We had learned this Word as we had been taught by Pastor.  We saw how true the Lord had been  to His word that says again and again to His children “I love YOU”

It was if Daddy Himself was giving testimony of His salvation for the most unlikely of all . . . US. He was saying in every testimony: I created you as my child. I created you for my glory.  You exchanged the glory of God for a lie.  You sinned and fell short to my glory.(Romans 1 &3)   But , I the Lord ,came to rescue you.I came as Jesus the exact imprint of Me God.  I came to buy you back to Myself, my purpose for you, for My glory.(Ephesians 2)  I died to do this.  I God , died for you through my son.  I have bought you with a price . You are not your own, nor the devil’s nor any created thing’s . You are mine. Choruses of testimonies resounded: I once was lost but now Im found. . . therefore I give myself away that He who saved me may be glorified, magnified, and shown worthy!

Brother Roy ended the night in a prayer quoting from Revelation 12:11 “They overcame by the blood of the Lamb and by the word of their testimony.” He did not quote the rest of the verse but, in a day, it was displayed in a church not far away.

“Isn’t Psalm 91 awesome? And those testimonies. . . that was awesome” I said to Joseph on the phone the next night

“yeah, but did you hear what happened in South Carolina?” He replied.

“No . . . .”

Soon I did hear. I heard that  on the night after our bible study, in Emanuel AME church in  Charleston South Carolina a few folks gathered with the same mind as the brothers and sisters at  RLOC.  Like minded brothers and sisters , by blood, by the Blood of Jesus gathered to worship their King. Reports say a young man entered the church for the first time.  Reports say they welcomed the young man into their Bible Study.  Reports say he listened to them for an hour.  Reports say he almost received prayer. Reports say he said “they were so loving it was hard to do what I came to do”.  He came to shoot them dead

. Had not Psalm 91 been written for them? I heard myself ask.  Had not the Church of Emanuel of South Carolina  who were dwelling in the secret place of the Most High been in the Shadow of His protection? Doesn’t Emanuel mean God with us? Where was God?  Why could  they not have just seen the recompense of this wicked young man? Why did they not get saved from the arrow that flew by day? Why did you not save them from the deadly pestilence that stalked into that church that  night?  Daddy why? And Daddy how can we sit in the park in Greenville and think we are any more safe? Or how can we be in RLOC and think we are in an even safer place? If your word is most true,  and I know it is Daddy, show me , show me the glory of it amidst this tragedy.

“When we can’t see His Hand we TRUST HIS HEART” Pastor has told us again and again.

“WHERE IS YOUR HEART DADDY ? WHERE IS YOUR HEART JESUS? I MUST KNOW THAT I MIGHT SERVE YOU !” We all must know because  there is a Louder voice saying what  Brother Roy prayed on Tuesday night . . .”a Loud voice from heaven says “NOW the SALVATION and POWER and THE KINGDOM of OUR GOD and the AUTHORITY of CHRIST has come for the accuser of our brothers has been thrown down who accuses them day and night before our God .  AND THEY HAVE CONQUERED HIM BY THE BLOOD OF THE LAMB AND BY THE WORD OF THEIR TESTIMONY FOR THEY LOVED NOT THEIR LIVES EVEN UNTO DEATH”

UNTO DEATH IN THE SHADOW OF THE ALMIGHTY 

In World War II , the chaplains would quote Psalm 91 over dying soldiers.  It did not make sense for that fact to be shared on Tuesday afternoon on the 16th of June.We were but Children of God hovered over by a Good Daddy.   But now , on June 20th,  I am compelled to think of us as soldiers.   We must see we are soldiers in a battle that has already been won.

This psalm read over and over was shared to give the soldiers a hope. And eternal end.  The psalm speaks of a current promise of protection for the believer and an eternal protection promised exclusively to the believer.  In this life both unbeliever and believer are given protection.  The unbeliever , a limited protection. The believer , an unlimited protection.  The unbeliever is not protected from eternal damnation (unending death)  and hell.  The believer is protected from both death and hell.  Though our bodies die , we live forever.  This is not so for the unbeliever, Therefore there is indeed a limit on the protection THE Most High offers the unbeliever.

So, in WWII , when bullets  and arrows literally flew by day and pestilence walked at night and ten thousand fell at their sides , there was comfort, great comfort in Psalm 91. There was great comfort  in hearing the chaplin read to the dying believing soldier “Jesus covers you with His feathers and under the wings of God you will find refuge; His faithfulness is a shield and buckler”. This is the HOPE of a certain end.

As Angela said in the park “its like we are strapped to Jesus. Always Buckled to Him FOREVER”

“Sheild and buckler” I awoke in the night hearing the Spirit say again and again “Sheild and buckler”.

Awake, I saw in my mind  the young man speak to the boy Roof:  “you don’t want to do this” . It is said a certain young man at the  Bible study stood before the shooter to try to talk him out of his planned assault.  It is said that his argument failed in the mind of the boy and the boy proceeded to aim his gun at the believer’s aunt.  In order to save his aunt, the believing man lunged in front of the gun.  He was ready to take the bullet for his aunt.  He was ready to die.

NOW for a good man one might die, but God show HIS LOVE for us in that while we were still sinners Christ died for us”. Romans 5 preaches in the night to me. The young man could die for the body of his aunt but not for her soul.  He is shot.  Eight others are shot.  But Christ remains the shield and buckler for the young believing man who went from life to life while saving the body of his aunt. His life testifies “The Lord took the bullet for you sinner”.

I remember again what Dylan Roof said “ It was hard to do what I came to do because they were so loving”. Love delayed the work of the enemy. A love poured lavishly into a surrendered heart delayed the devil. The Love of God poured down from heaven into the hearts of a dozen of believers halted a man equipped in mind and weapon and backed by Satan. He was held hostage to the Love of Jesus for over an hour!! Love almost stopped the shooting.

Suddenly I saw RLOC, Daddy’s church in Greenville  ,holding Satan’s minions hostage through the Love of JESUS. Still Nine believing children of God, servants of King Jesus , were killed.  Murdered. In a moment amidst the Shadow of the Almighty., Nine saved souls murdered  in the sight of three who looked with with their eyes.

IN scenes of WWII we see the blood of thousands  drip onto and  past the dying soldiers eyes.  Meanwhile chaplains pray desparately from Psalm 91 “ a thousand may fall at your side, ten thousand at your right hand but it will not come near you .you will only look with your eyes and see the recompense of the wicked” . They say that blood was everywhere in the church. They say not everyone was shot.  They say Roof wanted to leave a witness to the crime because he said he was going to kill himself and he wanted someone left to tell the story. A few remained alive covered with the feathers of the Most High.

A few were there with  Jesus weeping as Jesus said “ Roof, Roof, my created boy that kills the prophets and stones those who are sent to you.  How often would I have gathered you a a hen gathers her chick under her wing but you were not willing. See now your house is left desolate. “  Matthew 24. With His wings outstretched , the shots fired.  Only the victims  found “refuge” in His wings.

SEEING SALVATION IN THE SHADOW OF THE ALMIGHTY

Another night is interrupted.  Aching for my church I pray the prophecy of psalm 91:14-16 that we spoke over each other.  “ Daddy because they hold fast to you in love you say you will deliver them, you will protect them, because they know you name and when they to all to you You will answer them . . . You will be with them in trouble you will rescue them and honor them with long life. . . . . “ I weep for the church of Emanueal With long life Daddy. . . . what about with long life. . . . I ask Daddy. He answers with the last six words of Psalm 91.

“I Will Show Him MY SALVATION”. I cannot sleep.

Though I never watch TV , on Friday afternoon the whole town had TVs showing the bond hearing of the shooter , Dylan Roof.  Broken children and parents spoke from hearts that knew deeply what  the angel Micheal knew , vengenace and judgement are assigned only to God. Vengance belongs to the Lord to speak but Salvation belongs to us to speak.

Clips of family members speaking echo in my mind.  They spoke so much forgiveness I could but hear my Savior from the cross speak to Dylan “Father forgive him , he knew not what he did”  So the families spoke one after another of the work of God “we forgive you because He has forgiven us”  “God forgive you and have mercy on your soul.” “Take the opportunity now ” Anthony Thopson said to the young man ” Repent. Confess. Give your life to the one wo matters the most, Christ, so he can change your ways no matter what happens to you and youll be ok. Do that and you will be better off than you are right now” Suddenly, salvation was spoken.

“When you can’t see His hand Trust His heart” Pastor says again and again to us

How His heart beats louder than His wrath. The murderer stands bound by shakles of both man and Satan.  In my mind I  see him standing with a youthful innocence yet staring with a haunting emptiness.  The word of salvation lands on him like an arrow, an artillery against his captor, Satan.

Jesus calls “I came to seek and to save the lost”. I came for you Dylan Roof.  It is no accident that you were exposed to the love of the saints.  It is no accident that you were assaulted with Love and Forgiveness of Jesus.

“if there were but one sorry hamerknocker of a sinner in the world.  If it was just you ” our Pastor shouted one Sunday “He would die for you!! He would die for one!!!” I pray for a chaplin like Pastor to preach to Dylan Roof.

I imagine Dylan saved .  I imagine and I remember Brother Roy say ” Satan will look like the small wizard from the Wizard of Oz in the face of the Glory of God.” In righteous anger and godly hope,  I read Isaiah 14:15-17  to Satan. ” How you are cut down to the ground oh  Evil one who aims to be like the Most High!! You defeated foe!! You puny enemy who makes the earth tremble who shakes kingdoms who make the world like a desert who does not let his prisoners go home. Look what The MOST HIGH is doing!!!  He is saving yet another through the testimony of the Redemened. ‘

Miss Ann reminds me “God is Good”

“yes, God is good ” I sigh

“All the time” She says convincingly.

“yep” I feel encouraged by Miss Ann ”

Aint the end of the story till God gets the glory” I say.

God is Good and Faithful to His Word. All the Time. Is not the Shadow of the Most High His Love for His people? His Love has saved us. His Love keeps us and protects us.  AND His Love consumes us in the face of the Enemy.   Finally His Love sustains us in death by the Enemy.

And in this War,  His Love is Testimony. The testimony comes in the death of His saints. And testimony is to “SHOW HIS SALVATION” so that more and more will “DWELL IN THE SHELTER OF THE MOST HIGH AND ABIDE IN THE SHADOW OF THE ALMIGHTY”

The “completely” Perfect Pastor Present

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Like any other professional week, marketers burn with creative ideas and products to promote “pastor’s appreciation week”. Cards and cups and canisters, banners, plaques and brochures scream “we appreciate you Pastor”. Church folks buy and give with hearts bent in thanksgiving for all that God did through their pastor during the year.  But, somehow , deeply groaning, the Holy Spirit cries in the soul that there is an appreciation to give apart from what the temporal world would offer other professions.  Somehow, deeply, we know in our “inner man” , that there is something greater that THE LORD would give our pastors ,through us , in appreciation for their zeal in love and labor.

Perhaps, this concept is older than the modern marketer can trace.  Perhaps , Pastor’s appreciation is a call from God through the Pastor Paul many seasons ago.  From Phillipians ,we see ,that it is not so much a convention or ritual of  Christian church folks as it is a plea from a pastor himself.  Pastor Paul cries out for a gift that he wants given to him by his church. He wants the gift of “complete Joy” that only a church, under the unified headship of Jesus, can give.  This is a plea not for a glory that ends with the adoration of the pastor but a plea that ends with the adoration of Jesus.

A pastor is surely filled with joy that the Lord Himself gives him directly through an anointing in his spirit . And certainly, our Pastor, Chris Peterson, is a lively mage of a pastor with a “joy unspeakable and full of glory” But the words from Paul, who also had a great joy from a divine anointing, hint at a joy that is actually  incomplete.  He seems to call for it to be completed by the church’s submission to Jesus.  This “Submission “echoes from wall to wall , from ceiling to floor , to us every Sunday, as Pastor Chris calls  surrendered hearts to fall in the hand of a Loving Father, in obedience to the voice of the Shepherd Jesus.

So ,what can we really eternally give our pastor?  We can only offer ourselves , our “everything” to Jesus. Then, as each individual soul comes to fall before a One Father, hearing the One Voice of the Shepherd, in the Power of the Person of the Holy Ghost, unity manifests.  Submission will result in our oneness.  And our oneness will produce “complete joy” in our Pastor.

May we enter a season of complete joy for our pastor and his family as we have  like minded ,surrenderd ,eyes and hearts  fixed on Jesus!!

Hobos and Habits

Brothers and Sisters we will no longer be outwitted by Satan for we are no longer ignorant of His designs (2 Corinthians 2:11)
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To me , Joseph looks more like Daddy than I do. Sometimes I see the spitting image of our Big Brother JESUS in him . Our brother , Pastor Chris, has been telling us every Tuesday how Jesus is IN each of us. If we took a group picture, with all the other brothers and sisters round the world , it would be a big portrait of King Jesus .(2)

On Tuesday nights,  when our brother Chris tells us about these things , I sometimes look over at Joseph to see what Jesus looks like IN just one of us.  Sure enough, when I look at Joseph, I see a whole sun  of the bright light of Jesus bursting through Josephs face.  There are lots of folks that glow like Jesus on Tuesday nights.

It is really a miacle, this thing about Jesus in Us!! It’s a miracle we don’t always see cause, lots of times, when we get outside the door, we look so different.  We look a whole lot different than Jesus.  It bothers us cause we want to look beautiful like Him.  But we trust what Daddy said about making us look more like Him day by day.  Till one day , a most glorious day we will look the same outside the door as we do inside the door. We will look JUST LIKE JESUS EVERYWHERE!(3)

One day ,Joseph and I were standing outside the door.  We were with sister Marilyn and brother George.  We were watching a train go by Daddy’s house.  The train looked long , strong and unwavering.  I knew it was just a train but it looked like something created with purpose , the way it moved.

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We looked different.  We looked different from Jesus right then. I was frown faced worrying bout another brother .  Joseph and George were covered in clouds of cigarette smoke and sister Marilyn had a neck like a giraffe, straining to look for something.  She was looking for hobos on the train.  Marilyn was the only one fit to talk that day.  She said “sometimes them hobos attach themselves to a box car where they don’t belong”

“Them trains are for carrying cargo NOT  hobos! ” she declared.  The rest of us stared at the train and started looking with her for hobos.  We looked a long time.

I know we looked a long time because brother George and Joseph finished a couple cigarettes.  So when the last box car and caboose passed, the brothers stabbed their stumped cigarettes into the sand and went inside Daddy’s house.  We never saw a hobo that day.  The last thing I remember seeing was two cigarette butts, smothered in the sand, breathing their last breath of smoke.  I did not know that was the last cigarette to get friendly with my brother Joseph.  I was too busy worrying to think much about anything.

The next Tuesday , Joseph took the box where the cigarettes lived and crushed them in his hands.  He left them on the table maimed and surrendered in Daddy’s house.  Joseph looked like Jesus that day.  He looked like Jesus turning over the tables saying ” my Daddy’s house (this body) will not be the house of robbers (Satan’s thievery) !!  Our brother Pastor Chris prayed over Joseph and all of laid hands on Joseph just like Daddy said for us to do.  It was a very exciting night in Daddy’s house.

I wanted to do the same thing with my worry that night.  I wanted  to lay it on the table .  It seemed like I picked up fretting like a smoker picking up a pack of cigarettes , drawing out one smokey thought after another all day.  Some how worry just clung  to me and I was not ready to crush it and lay it on Daddy’s table.  Somehow, it felt like it was clinging to me , like a hobo on a moving train.

I began to worry more and more.  Folks kept telling me to TRUST Daddy with the things I worried about.  In my mind , I would say TRUST over and over again.  But worry stayed on board .  It stayed on board my soul like a hobo inviting his friends. Worry piled on worry  till I think I worried myself sick.  Daddy says you can really worry yourself sick.  Suddenly, like a hobo hijacking a train , it sends you off rail , crashed.

By Friday  evening, I was sick of being sick with worry.  I was very tired of being left spinning upside down, train wrecked in the woods of worry.  With my knees to my chest , I rocked back and forth crying “abba , Daddy””Daddy interrupted me that night with a phone call  .  It was Marilyn.

“Sister Vanessa , Did Joseph tell you what he did?” she asked like a big sister fixin to tell on her baby brother.

“no what did that Joseph do?” I asked

“well , I will let him tell you hiself” she said ” “here Joseph, you tell sister V what happened”

” well. . . .” Joseph let  one word fill the air.”we’ll”

“Well what Jospeph?” I interjected the air.

“I had a cigerette” Joseph confessed. (4)

“Ah brother. . . what happened?” I asked.

Waiting for Joseph to speak I remembered the train.  I remembered the last cigarette with Joseph.  Again I could  only pray:  “abba, Daddy”

” Well I just had one . . . i don’t know what happened. . . I  do know ,it didn’t even taste good to me anymore, It didn’t taste good at all”

Suddenly, I felt Daddy send a wind.  A wind to flip my train-wrecked soul upright.  Suddenly I saw what Marilyn  was saying outside the house about Hobos.  I saw why she said they didn’t belong on the train.

Certainly, they were to have no part of the train!  They are only jumping on board to steal a ride or take something away from the train .  Like the habits that the devil throws on us are hobos jumping on a train.  The devil is always ready to re-engineer our bodies and minds with harmful habits so he can derail our destinations assigned by Daddy. Oh how this homeless vagabond, Devil, is always trying to make a home with us and train wreck our faith.(5)

And then, then, I saw something greater and greater AND more powerful.  Something brighter and stronger than that dark robber of our souls.  I thought of  the Engineer of the train.  I thought of Christ in us!!!  Christ the Engineer of this engine. . .

“Of course you don’t have a taste for cigarettes!! Jesus doesn’t have a taste for cigarettes!! He doesn’t have a taste for worry.  He did not worry a single moment!!  Neither did He smoke a cigarette !  That’s who is living IN us.  Jesus doesn’t wanna have nothing to do with them smokey little hobos!! Thank you Jesus for showing us that today!! Thank you Jesus!” I felt Jesus kick worry off my soul as I saw Him snuff every cigarette before Joseph would reach for it.

Together Joseph and I praised Daddy for crushing cigarettes like he crushed the head of Satan long ago (6). We praised Him for kicking devil hobos off our train.  We said we would not invite them anymore.  We said we would let Jesus kick them off before they got on board.  Together we thanked Daddy for showing Himself very great and strong in our weakness.  Together we thanked Daddy for our appetites for Him.  Together we thanked Daddy for an appetite to TRUST Him in all things!!

With hands waving and legs kicking we pointed with praise to the seat set for Jesus!! He would drive this train once again!!  And if anyone saw us that day, that day they would say “them two kids look just alike . . they MUST be  brother and sister!!”

Ephesians 3:20 NOW TO HIM THAT IS ABLE TO DO EXCEEDING ABUNDANTLY ABOVE ALL THAT WE ASK OR THINK, ACCORDING TO THE POWER THAT WORKETH IN US .  UNTO HIM BE GLORY IN THE CHURCH BY CHRIST JESUS THROUGHOUT ALL AGES WORLD WITHOUT END . AMEN.

The Beginning of the Glorious WORLD WITHOUT END

  1. Galatians 3:28 “there is neither Jew nor Greek , there is neither bond nor free, there is neither male no female: for yea are all ONE IN CHRIST. 
  2. Ephesians 4:13 till we all come in the unity of the faith, and of the knowledge of the Son of God, (Jesus) unto a perfect man, unto the measure of the stature of the fulness of Christ!
  3. 2 Corinthians 3: 18 But we all with open face beholding as in a glass the glory of the Lord are changed into the same image from glory to glory, even as by he Spirit of the Lord.
  4. James 5:16 Therefore confess your sins to one another and pray for one another, that you may be healed. The prayer of a righteous person has great power as it is working.
  5. 1 Timothy 1:18 (paraphrased) This charge is entrusted to you, children of RLOC, in accordance with all the prophetic word calling you Children of GOD and Servants IN CHRIST, that you wage good warfare, holding faith and TRUST and a good conscience.  For by rejecting this some have Trainwrecked their faith.  BE NOT LIKE THEM.

 

Considering catepillars and worms ( a childs view of Ephesians 2:1-10)

“Fear not , thou worm of Jacob and  you men of Israel :I will help thee, saith the Lord, and thy redeemer, the Holy One of Israel. Isaiah 41:14

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“lookie at them two worms” the boy said to the girl as they walked through rows in the summer garden.

“Them both ain’t worms boy” the girl said as she bent down studying the small brown wiggling in the dirt and the small green inching movement up a vine.  “hmm. . . see this one here is a caterpillar” she concluded as she looked from dirt to vine.

“oh just cause it’s green?” the boy asked

“no , silly, cause its got legs and that worm aint got none” she replied looking at the green caterpillar and pointing at the brown worm.

Worms and caterpillars sometimes look-alike to children.  But Daddy tells us there is a difference .  There is a whole different future for the caterpillar than the future of the worm.  It is all somehow by Daddy’s design. I kinda think Daddy made our futures look like those of the caterpillar.

But ,I remember well when I considered myself a worm.  I thought and felt and acted just like a worm squirming round in the mud and mire of the world’s garden.  Sometimes ,when I thought myself on dry ground , I would try to loosen the dirt as I went deeper . I loosened the dirt hoping some light might come in and something in me might grow . I saw lots of things growing around me and that made me squirm and wiggle harder.  I followed a path of other worms and called to some who passed me by saying “where is my hope”.  (1) I fell exhausted, soon  my tears made the dirt all muddy again.  Eventually ,the mud had me buried alive and I felt dead . I did not know if I was dead from all the dirt or if I was dead from trying so hard to move the dirt. But I was certain I was dead.(2)

“How come its got legs?” the boy asked

“Cause Daddy gave em to them. . . guess so they can hold on to that vine” she said as she pulled a magnifying glass from her pocket.

Maybe, in Daddy’s first garden we were all caterpillars and not a single one of us was a worn out worm.  Maybe, we all had legs that could run up Daddy’s lap and get all snuggled in Him till we were ready to fly.  Maybe that very big worm, the serpent, snipped every leg we had and left us like worms so we might look like him.  He always wants folks looking like him .But Daddy wants us to look like Him and that is really how we look.  Certainly, Our Brother Jesus crushed that wormy serpent and gave us back our legs so we can look like Daddy.( 3)

I remember when I felt my Brother Jesus reach down and put legs on my dead limp body.  I remember when I was no longer a worm but a caterpillar . Suddenly I felt alive, born again, as he took me and put hundred of legs on me.  After he did this , he set me on a vine. A very green strong true vine. (4)

“What do you see sis” the boy asked as he watched his sister look through her magnifying glass.

“that fella is eating the leaves on the vine” she spoke as she twisted and turned her head following the movement of the caterpillar. 

Caterpillars eat on the leaves that they were born into http://www.thebutterflysite.com/life-cycle.shtml  From their feasting they grow quickly.  As a caterpillar, I ate from the vine Daddy had Jesus set me upon.  It was a very delicious, yummy vine, .. It tasted sweeter than honey, honey from the very finest honey comb.  It made me spin round and round and round.  And as I spinned round and round, happy with the honey and being on the vine away from the mud, something wonderful happened.

Something happened in me and around me and all about me . ( 5). It was , as if Daddy and Jesus were spinning a robe tightly around me so  that it covered every bit of me from the inside out.  I felt at rest in this robe.  It was like a big tight hug from Daddy.  It squeezed so tight I couldn’t move on my own.  Folks walking by thought I was dead but it was just that I was so wrapped up in Him.

“See Daddy keeps them in this chrysalis for a while. . . folks call it a cocoon” the girl began to teach. 

Bored with his sisters studies, the boy wandered through the row of sugar snaps.  Suddenly, he shouted “look Sis!!! ” pointing to a butterfly resting on a sugar snap blossom.

“That’s it” she ran over to the boy. “that’s what a caterpillar turns into after he gets all fat from the vine and spins round and round and then ,suddenly . . .”  she ran waving her arms in circles in the air” Daddy makes butterflies”  “tilitha cumi  talitha cumi” she chanted as she ran through the garden waving her arms.  “

In time , I began to feel a new creature form in me.  Something totally different than the creature I was before . ( 6) Something so totally different that I felt like I might break out with wings , very colorful wings.  I felt so much freedom that I felt I could fly.  I felt I could fly and not fall. I felt like flying up to Daddy and down to every beautiful thing for my landing.  And , suddenly, very suddenly, I was released from the still encasements.  It was not just a feeling it became real. I was a poem in flight (7)

“Stop flying sister!! Look at those kids over there. They are laughing at you” the boy pointed to a group of children standing outside the garden.

“dont worry bout that brother.  Those kids are more of Daddy’s butterflies .  They just ain’t flying yet. . . BUT GOD they are fixin to . . .”

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Dedicated to the RLOC youth and to all the words of Daddy taught through Ephesians by Pastor Chris on Tuesday nights.   Picture by Destiny drawn on the window of my door .

  1. Job 14:13 “If I wait, the grave is mine house:  I have made my bed in darkness.  I have said to corruption “thou art my father: to the worm, thou art my mother and my sister.  And where is now my hope as for my hope who shall see it” FOR WE WERE ALL DEAD IN OUR TRESPASSES AND SINS . . WALKING ACCORDING TO THE COURSE OF THIS WORLD. . HAVING CONVERSATIONS WITH LUSTS OF THE FLESH Ephesians 2:1-3
  2. Both our unrighteousness and our self-righteousness leave us dead. They are both enemies of His Grace” Pastor Chris Peterson.
  3. God gives us legs to go where he has purposed us. When the disciples went (Luke 10 )Jesus said to them upon their return to Him “I beheld Satan as lightning fall from heaven”
  4. John 15. We are placed on God’s vine to “abide” cling tightly read AND BELIEVE) His every word
  5. BUT GOD BEING RICH IN MERCY BECAUSE OF HIS GREAT LOVE IN WHICH HE LOVED US (Ephesians 2:4)
  6. MADE US ALIVE TOGETHER WITH CHRIST (Ephesians 2:4) “and He took the girl by the hand, and said uto her, Talitha cumi: which means ‘girl’ I say unto thee ARISE” (Mark 5:41)
  7. ‘We are His workmansip: a work of the Living Word” Pastor Chris ( Greek “poiema” ) http://biblehub.com/greek/4161.htm

 

 

 

 

Brother Ernie’s Air: Anatomy of a Miracle Part 3: The Bronchi

:But thanks be to God who gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.  Therefore, my beloved brothers and sisters , be steadfast, immovable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, knowing that in the Lord your labor is not in vain.” 1 Corinthians 15:58

Ernie was to get “new lungs” because he asked Daddy. The brave brother and Brenda kept saying “He’s got those lungs”! They said this because they knew Jesus died so Ernie could have new lungs. It was all in the gift package from Daddy called “Salvation”. (1)

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But while Brenda and the brave brother thanked God for the “already new lungs”, the hospital folks told Ernie that he would be on a list to get new lungs in the future. He was to get them from another person who would die. They called it a “lung transplant”. Both Ernie and I knew that Jesus died to give him new lungs.(2) And we really didn’t want anybody else to die when we knew His death was enough.

But, while the brave brother and Brenda were expecting new lungs from the inside , Ernie and I were excited no matter how Daddy was going to deliver those lungs. Whether from the inside or from outside. Either way Ernie and I both liked to believe it was “already done”.

So, when Ernie came back to Daddy’s house “waiting” for his new lungs. He said that he was on a transplant list and he sat at the back table of the church again. He sat with other very brave brothers and sisters who began to speak to him about his new lungs. They would say that Jesus was going to give him a set of lungs very soon. And, they acted like no one else was going to have to die for Ernie to get them. They acted like Jesus’s dying was sufficient. Ernie caught a breath of the air spoken by the brave ones. And when he did , he started talking a little braver himself. I just watched Ernie get braver and braver and his hands raise higher and higher as he thanked Daddy . Sometimes he looked like the most excited fan in a stadium.

I would watch him and  then I would also cheer for Daddy thinking alot about what the victory would look like for Ernie. I would think lots  about Ernie’s new lungs. aveoli As air moves through the trachea it meets a “fork in the road’ where the trachae branches to the right and to the left. Air moves through these tubes which get progessively smaller. These dividing pipelines are called “Bronchi”. The smaller tubes into which the bronchi branch are called the “bronchioles” and they end in tiny air sacs called the “aveoli”. Here in the “aveoli” , a miraculous exchange of oxygen and carbon dioxide takes place. each lung houses about 300-400 million alveoli. “There are alot of alveoli” I thought” and alot of exchanging of gases in their presence”

Worshipping and pondering , I saw that there is alot of God’s grace and alot of exchanging of His holiness for our sin in His presence. How great His exchange ! Like aveoli on the bronchiole , our abiding in Christ makes us pure by His exchanging our sin for His righteousness. (3) The whole house seemed to fill with the freshest of air that Sunday.

Most every Sunday Ernie was at church bringing us an Amen or a raised hand. until one day In January. It was a very bitter cold day in January when Ernie was not at church. The sun was bright but the harsh wind was like a vengeful thief, it stole the warmth from every beam of light. As i left my post at the door to go to work I saw Brenda’s text “Moving Ernie to ICU, getting worse on his breathing”.

I became afraid. I remembered that Daddy has an enemy. And I knew that this enemy doesn’t like the “already new lungs”. The chill seemed to follow me down the street like a stalking lion. Even when I began to run fast into the hospital , I could feel it breathing down my neck.

When I got to to Ernie , he was breathing like a linebacker on a sprint . His face, once pink was now as a stone . Blood streaked through spit. There was no time between breaths for a word. There was only a wrestling. “Call the repiratory therapist. Has he had a breathing treatment? how fast are we moving him? He needs a CT scan first!Hurry we gotta pray!” Was it all only a wrestling of tubes and wires and face masks orders and prayerful hands? Or was there something else wrestling. . . something like principalities, powers, rulers of the darkness of this world, spiritual wickedness in the places where that cold prince of the air lives? Has he come to block the great exchange of air? I was afraid. I remembered again that Daddy has an enemy and it frightened me more.(4)

I had just finished asking Daddy yet again for a request he had already heard. Like a whinning child I said “Daddy pleeeeeeeassse heal ernie”when suddenly I heard Brenda  command:

“Jesus,  you sic em. Jesus you sic em. And devil you leave my honey alone in Jesus name”.

I said to Brenda “what did you say?” She said it again. She looked so brave when she said it. She looked fighting brave like a coach calling a 3rd in 10 play. When I looked at her, I thought of something the brave brother told me a few weeks before. boy & girl football                   I remembered him telling me that Daddy had already given Ernie lungs but the devil will do whatever it takes to make it look like it has not happened. He will do anything it takes for us to fear. And when we fear we dont’ believe.

Suddenly, I was mad. I was mad that the enemy thought I was dumb to his tactics (5). Brenda’s command sounded like a battle cry. I was ready to fight. In Jesus, we were gonna fight that damned angel!!!

I walked the hall to Ernies ICU room hearing sportscasters predict plays for a big football game to be played that night. While the TVs in every room of the hospital spoke of an upcoming battle between two colleges for the national championship somethiing in the air seemed to whisper yet louder. Heavenly beings were speaking battle plays for Ernies victory.

When we got to Ernies new room the hospital folks spoke of putting Ernie on a “breathing machine”. I did not get afraid but got very mad and called the brave brother. “Brave brother!! I want Jesus to kick Satan’s ass and show off His glory!! Can you come see Ernie soon !” I screamed. Daddy cringed at the sound of His daughter. I could not find a sanctified word . I didn’t really believe that Satan deserved any sanctified word . “Cleanse my mouth Daddy and hear my heart ” I cried. I wiped off the tears and went back to Ernies room.

Few folks in the hospital are dressed . Most look real naked except for a thin gown. Some dont’ look so naked in these gowns cause they got long underwear from Jesus. Like these folks, Ernie always wears his undergarments. These are the undergarments that cover every naked inch of our being with eternity and righteousness. But when folks , like football players, go to fight for victory they put on extra gear. The brave brother came back to the hospital to remind Ernie that he had a suitcase of gear to put on for this battle. He helped him get dressed one item at a time. .. helment, shield , belt over his undergarments and a sword for his right hand. You could almost hear Daddy say : “Dressed ,Ready. Therefore Stand.”(6)

By afternoon, I brought every person I knew with Jesus in them to come to the room. I knew they carried the Mighty Warrior. They were dressed just like Ernie. And this was a battle. Hands and Hymns and Hallaleujah bathed Ernie’s bed. A respiratory therapist let Jesus sing through her lungs into Ernies “Jesus Walk with me” and Ernie,beaming through the large mask pressing on his face, leaked an ” Amen!!!. “ football players Surely, marching around territory like Joshua and singing like Jehoshaphat’s choir was enough to send that cat running. Ernie was not on the big breathing machine called the ventilator but he was on a smaller one called bipap. The enemy could not accomplish all his threats. He was indeed weakening. I returned to work expectant that the total healing would come soon. I told Brenda to go home and get rest. While Ernie lay in bed waiting for his new lungs, the enemy roused new players.

The play remained the same. The play “Did God really say. . . “ (7). Did God really say you will get new lungs Ernie? came to Ernie’s bed while we were away. Folks explained to Ernie that it was time to die soon. And the enemy whispered “did God really say you would live”. Folks explained to Ernie that he would not get off oxygen and his “quality” of life would be poor. And the enemy whispered “Did God really say you would have full life every day anyway”. Folks explained that Ernie could quit this fight anytime. And the enemy whispered “Did God really say to fight? Aren’t you tired of fighting” One after another, unknowing vessels of the viper came in and counseled Ernie while he was alone. Firey darts pinging against Ernies shield of faith. Until Brenda came back to the room.

Rested and roused for battle , Brenda called ” Sister !! This is crazy!!They want Ernie on Hospice. Over my dead body!!!” she said.

Even folks that do not believe in the power of words cringe at the word ” Hospice.” And Satan . like a cheshire cat, smiles at the power of the word “Hospice. ” He smiles because he scores points with anything that brings fear.

The three of us stared at one another in the room as Brenda said the word again. When spoken out of it’s time it sends a chilling wind like the one that first chased me into the hospital.

“Damn its just a word” The Bold Brenda stomped her feet together.

“Its a damned word” I said suddenly feeling brave with Brenda. “He is THE WORD” He is the word made flesh dwelt among us and now dwells in us. ”

Our hands fell on Ernies chest. Simple small prayer from two daughters of a king set loose in the air a counterplay.

In Jesus name Ernie is healed. And you Satan , out of here in Jesus name.”

There was no trembling or tears or trumpet or tamborine to follow. Only “Amen”. For if the name “Hospice” has power , how much more “Jesus”(8)

The nurse entered the room . “Did you know who won the game ? Yep ,FSU, and what a game it was. . . . no one could believe FSU could win. “Then, just as routine as a football score , she said ” Looks like you are going home with “hospice” tomorrow. but we have to get bipap for you so it might be longer. But if you are here tomorrow you might get to see the championship trophy they are going to place in the lobby. We’ll see what happens” The nurse left the room.

The next afternoon, I received a text from Brenda” Hurry sis you got to see my baby!! AND we are going home” I ran to the room. Ernie was dressed: pants, t-shirt, shoes and a face beaming and free of all devices.

“im just waiting for transport to take me to the parking garage” Ernie announced

“no oxygen”

“Nope”

“Well brother, Let me have the honor to escort you out of here.” I ran and got a wheelchair weeping and dancing and longing for tamborine and trumpet. I ran past nurses on their way back from the lobby seeing the victory trophy for FSU.

Victory!!. Victory!!!” I shouted back .

“go FSU” they said

“Go Jesus” I said.

Ernie skipped into the wheelchair. He had to ride in a wheelchair not because of need but because the hospital required his discharge in this manner.

As I grasped the handles I felt that I was carrying the most valuable trophy in the hospital and all of heaven. I wheeled Ernie past the display of the glass foot ball . ” thanks be to God. . “ we said to one another as we parted. I drove the empty wheelchair back through the hospital. praying” Yes thanks be to you Daddy who in Jesus always leads your kids in triumphal procession and through us spreads the fragrant wind of the knowledge of you everywhere. For we are the very air of Jesus to you Daddy. . .(9)

I slowed down. “I am not sufficient to hold these things. . . “I sat down in the wheelchair in the lobby and wept and wept. I recalled every beautiful scene, I could not contain the joy of seeing this miracle.

A security man came to me “ you alright? Just looking at that trophy eh. . . that was some game wasn’t it ? Just never know whose gonna win in a game like that “

“no, sir, you don’t. But I was just sitting here thinking how I forget who has already won every game ”

“What are you talking about?” he said.

“Jesus and His Victory in all things” I stammered.

“well, I know that !” he said with confidence.” I was just talking bout life stuff not religion”

“ Me too. That’s what I’m talking about sir” I said as I got out of the chair.

THE END . . . .>OF SATAN Post Script Daddy has waited until this day to let me finish the story. He had much to show me about Himself since January. The story has not changed but Daddy wanted it to be told rightly. And Daddy wanted time to be the evidence of His work. For now, four months have passed. And ,as of today , as I post this story , I know Ernie is well. The set of lungs inside of him are from Daddy. Daddy made them and Daddy lets me see them work as I see Ernie worship Him every Sunday.

  1. Greek word for”Salvation or saved” is “Sozo” used many times in New Testament. It’s meaning includes ” to save, to rescue, to deliver, to protect, to heal, to preserve, to do well, and to be made whole.  The most commonly quoted scripture referring to “Sozo”  carries a vast promise to Daddy’s Children. “If thou shalt confess with thy mouth the Lord Jesus, and shalt believe in thine heart that God hath raised him from the dead, thou shalt be saved.” Romans 10:9
  2.  5:17 Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new cration.  The old has passed away, behold the new has come.
  3. 2 Corinthians 5:21 For our sake He made Him to be sin who knew no sin so that IN HIM we might become the righteousness of God.  THE GREAT EXCHANGE!!
  4. Ephesians 6:12 For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the cosmic powers over this present darkness, against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly places.
  5. Paul speaks of “not being outwitted or ‘ caught unaware’ by Satan’ saying “we are not ignorant of his designs” 2 Corinthians 2 11. Also Peter encourages us to “be alert , sober minded & watchful” to the schemes of the devil. 1 Peter 5:8
  6. “Know Ephesians 6:1-18 and wear it” “Be both a Child and a Warrior in the kingdom” Pastor Chris Peterson. Order messages preached March 2014 DVDhttps://m.facebook.com/RenewedLifeOutreachCenter
  7. Did God actually say, ‘You shall not eat of any tree in the garden” the serpent said to the woman in Genesis 3:1.
  8. “God has highly exalted Him and bestowed on Him the name that is above every name, so that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow in heaven and on earth and under the earth. ” Philipipans 2:9-10
  9. 2 Corinthians 2:14.

Fasting :The house with Two Tables

Then shall thy light break forth as the morning, and thine health shall spring forth speedily; and ty righteousness shall go before thee; the glory of the Lord shall be thy rereward . And the Lord shall guide thee continually, and SATISFY THY SOUL IN DROUGHT  and make fat thy bones, and thou shall be lke a watered garden, and like  spring of water, whose waters fail not (Isaiah 58:8, 11)

“BUT I Always eat here!!” the girl shouted to her brother as she looked up from the kitchen table. The kitchen table was speckled with distractions of many colors. There were markers, papers, gummies, cookies, beads , games, a phone, a small TV and an i-pad. The girl’s shoes sat empty beside her feet. Her bare feet(1) wiggled into the fur of her sleeping dog. “So, I aint’ movin!” she declared.

“Well, daddy said, to tell you that you are invited to a banquet tonight. It is a very special night” (2)the boy said as he walked by the sitting girl  . He was carrying a white table cloth across his arms with palms turned upward holding the folded edges. He walked carefully towards a large dinning table .

The girl remained sitting , gathering small candies to top upon another oreo. “Well, bro, I’m a staying right where I am. I eat here every night and I am very comfy.(3)  Hey, What’s up with the white sheet?”

“It’s not a sheet .It’s a table cloth sis. Daddy says, put the tablecloth down to get ready for the banquet.(4) That’s what Daddy says” the boy replied with a tone of confidence and trust.

” Ugh. I still say that sounds sooooo boring. And that sure is  a darn boring color” the girl mumbled as crumbs trickled from her mouth. Sprinkles sprayed across the table. She brushed them off her I Pad which was glimmering with U-tubes and texts. “Come on bro lets just order pizza. You need to let Daddy alone with his friend. He doesn’t need your company.”

Not persuaded, the boy unfolded the white table cloth. “I am going to eat with Daddy. He wants me at His table. He is making something very delicious for us sis. And,  do you know we will be eating with a King tonight. He is magnificent and gives us a taste of every desire of our heart. You need to come and see.” (5)

“When we eat here” he pulled out a chair waving his hand across the seat. “When we eat here we will be in a perfect and real place.a very beautiful place! It will never disappear or fade away.(6) It is not a pretend place like those pictures on your i pad.And  It is with real friends not like those fading friends on. . . ”

The girl pushed her chair out quickly and stood with a stomp resounding from her bare feet. Her face scowled as she put her hands to her hips. She shouted ” I will have you know little brother. I’ll have you know …that I have real friends, AND lots of them , hundreds! And more want to be my friends ”

She took one hand from her hip and pointed to her I pad. Then, returning her pointing finger to her brother, she said “And you. . . you and your one imaginary friend of Daddy’s . . . whoopie. . . who is this fella anyway that you have to get the whole family excited about him?”

The boy stood back from the table to see if the lay of the cloth was even. Blinking often , he tried to let his eyelids swallow tears. One tear escaped. He tilted his head from the table in front of him to the girl “This fella is more than a friend, he is the Son of Daddy and He is not imaginary!!”(6)

“Well, you say that you are the son of Daddy. . . what’s the diff?” she asked as she returned to sit down.

“He is His firstborn. His very first born” (7)The boy explained.” in fact He is the first born over everything. and He went through a lot to come to our house!”

“Hmm. . . not impressed” she said.

A stream of tears escaped both eyes. The boy ran his sleeve across his face ” Im just telling ya sis I really wish you would come. . . Cause when you eat. . . . ”

Interrupting with a “Hmm” The big sister assembled candies on top of an oreo. A  gummy worm dangled from her mouth. “Well I am staying right where I am. I eat here every night. And I’ll have you know I went through a lot to get where I am right now. I did a lot of chores to get all this”.  She waved her hand over all that sat on the table.

The boy looked away and began to set the table before him with dishes . The girl looked at him ” woah brother don’t bother setting me a plate”

“Don’t worry This is not yours sis, this is for our guest. ” the boy said.

“Are you saying Daddy is letting him sit in MY SEAT!!” the girl exclaimed .

“Yes” the boy answered “He gets to sit where we usually sit”

The girl replied “That’s why I am not coming .  I don’t like him taking my seat.”(8& 9)
THE END

  1. ‘bare feet’ feet not fit “with the readiness of the gospel of peace” Ephesians 6 :15 ESV
  2. Isaiah 25:6 ” And in this mountain shall the Lord of hosts make unto all people a feast of choice prices  a feast of wines, on the lees  of fat things full of marrow, of wines on the lees well refined.”
  3. Ezekiel 16:49 Behold this was the guilt of your sister Sodom: she and her daughters had pride , excess of food and prosperous ease, but did not aid the poor and needy.
  4. Revelation 6:11a ” And white robes were given unto every one of them; and it was said unto them, that they should rest yet for a little season. . .”
  5. Psalm 34 “Taste and see that the Lord is good http://www.spurgeon.org/treasury/ps034.htm
  6. 1 Peter 1:24 For all flesh is as grass and all the glory of man as the flower of grass.  The grass withereth, and the flower thereof falleth away
  7. Colossians 1:15 He is the image of the invisible God the firstborn of all creation.
  8. Galatians 5:17 for the flesh lusteth against the Spirit, and the Spirit against the flesh: and these are contrary the one to the other: so that ye cannot do the things that ye would.
  9. Matthew 10:38-39 And he that taketh not his cross, and followeth after me is not worthy of me.  He that findeth his life shall lose it and he that loseth his life for my sake shall find it.