Frog and the jitterbugs


 
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FROG AND THE JITTERBUGS

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 yearsI 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.

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“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. 

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” 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 seat at 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.

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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 

 

  1. 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.”
  2. 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
  3. 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.
  4. 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.
  5. 1 Chronicles 21:1 Then Satan stood against Israel and incited David to number Israel
  6. Isaiah 21:6 For thus the Lord said to me: “Go, set a watchman; let him announce what he sees.
  7. 1 Peter 5:8, I John 3:8-10, Jude 8-9
  8.  Look carefully then how you walk, not as unwise but as wise, Ephesians 5:15

Frog and the Face of Jesus

20150811-122737.jpgHe 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.

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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

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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!!

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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

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Grace Gift Giveaway

dreamstime_m_36710025NOW 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.

IMPARTATION

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 .

MANIFESTATION

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.

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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”

  1. 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. 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.
  3. Romans 12, 1 Corinthians 12, Ephesians, 1 Peter 4
  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.
  5. 1 Corinthians 12:14 All these are empowered by one and the same Spirit who apportions to each one individually as he wills
  6. 1 Corinthians 14:40 But all things should be done decently and in order.
  7. 1 John 4:18 There is no fear in love, but perfect love cast out fear.  For fear has to do with punishment and whoever fears has not been perfected in Love. Hear also Tuesday night bible study https://soundcloud.com/vunglaub/love-is-romans12-pastor-chris

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”

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.