Parched

His lips are like concrete cracked beneath a florescent sun

my hands are gloved blue to hold one more moistened sponge

not hyssop or wine, nor vinegar,whiskey or the enemy gall

just one drop of water, i say …” one drop , the physician says that all.”

his eyes draw open , a pool of blue thanks ,reflecting Our distant light

His eyes flicker as sparks of joy like darting fire flies in the  night

The sponge falls from my shaking fingers onto a blanket of white

” A drop is enough for now” he says”the physician may be right”

The sponge I toss with its debris to fellowship with waste

Ive so many more patients ,my care is killed by haste

The drawing of blood and plans,injections , bedpans and pills

Thinking “Is not this thirst of his the least of many ills ?”

But ….,

His “Thankyou, ” I hear follow me like a clinging child

“That will last me for today” the man said so softly and mild

I stop with pill and pan and blankets towels pillows and sheets

There comes this moment where pride drops all at Jesus’s lips and feet

“Oh have mercy my God our Father on these and mine parched soul

Oh have mercy God our Father on both us whom the “bell doth toll”

Oh have mercy God our Father, we feel one drop from  you as a stream

One drop from you is a river, breaking through heart’s concrete seams.”

For I know there’s a physician Lord over this parched nurses heart

Who gives manna and water for souls daily start

And on this very morn , I, ungrateful for a drop of blood

Still jesus quenched my lips and now to my soul ,His body , He floods

Notes:

When the poor and needy seek water, and there is none, and their tongue is parched with thirst, I the Lord will answer them; I the God of Israel will not forsake them.”Isaiah‬ ‭41:17‬ ‭

We all are the ” poor and needy” and God has “answered us ” by His Living water , His Son.

“I will open rivers on the bare heights, and fountains in the midst of the valleys. I will make the wilderness a pool of water, and the dry land springs of water.

that they may see and know, may consider and understand together, that the hand of the Lord has done this, the Holy One of Israel has created it.”

‭‭Isaiah‬ ‭41:18, 20‬ ‭

“Whoever believes in me, as the Scripture has said, ‘Out of his heart will flow rivers of living water.'””

‭‭John‬ ‭7:38‬ ‭ESV‬‬

Acedia

UP from  THE COUCH, away from ACEADIA , I rise

“ACEDIA  ,excuse me, I sense I must exit  to leave.

Because , It is NOW too late for me to roll up a sleeve.

Somehow now I see  I  cannot wrestle you away from this place.

I see that You  have put a choke hold on all things of  God’s grace.

ACEDIA , there is something about your ways that  bore me to death!

So now mustering a  mere  ounce of umption  I will exit for breath.

Walking OUT THE DOOR,  away from the guest ACEADIA

“Oh come Oh Come Oh Breath of God, Breathe your Breath into my Yawns!

Blow the boredom that broods from dawn to dusk then dusk to damned dawn

Oh Breath, Sweet Breath of Jesus breathe your life Breath back into my yawn!!!

RETURN Slamming the door  to berate the guest ACEADIA

Now, hear me Acedia ,will you please leave now from my  couch?

UGH, sickly you bend and twist and then rest in a slothfilled slouch!

Your company makes thumbs stiffly fidget  on tablets and  phones

Stop euthanizing my  soul!  Our God gives Life of  His to His  own.!!!!

Looking OUT THE WINDOW at snow away from the guest ACEADIA

Oh Big Breath of God blow fragments of Life  from the sacred Sky!

Wave whirlwinds of manna from places where only angels fly!

Oh Big Breath of God bring Chinock winds to thaw what’s cold alive!

So I will trade  greetings   “just exist” for calls to  ” fully thrive”

Boldly Turning back to guest ACEADIA

Out of here you !And take your gadgets  and trinkets two by two!

I’ve  fields to harvest so white that they  glisten with gospel dew!

You must be gone now!  Gone , back to hell you tempter devil of Sloth!

Off my couch now !! Ive no room for both  you and  the one I betrothed!!

My Jesus, right here , will send you away after He crushes you on your lap!

And  His foot will curse and destroy  ALL the NOON DAY DEVILS TRAP!!!!

The Door blows open and The guest , Acedia , Flees with All his devices

1 . Acedia is a state of bored restlessness . Also, called the “noon day devil” It might be seen like a fidgeting laziness that comes after the freshness of morning. It is a definite creeping boredom with things of God. Though it was first defined 350 years after Christ as one of “eight evil thoughts”, later to become one of the “seven deadly sins” , it is a most modern sin. It is modern in the sense that it is most active today in anesthetizing the “Christian” by means of its numbing effect. The modern Christian is distracted to “present as a Christian person” but not inwardly “experience being an ALIVE and ACTIVE Christian”

2.  Acedia prevalent in these “last days” leads to what Paul describes as times “where men will be lovers of their own selves, covetous, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful un holy. . . . lovers of pleasure more than lovers of good. “ 2 Timothy 3:1-5

3.  Acedia , also called “sloth” ,is what King Solomon warns us ” is suicidal “. “The fool sits back and takes it easy, His sloth is slow suicide” (Ecc 4:5 (message )) and “Sloth causeth deep sleep to fall and an indolent soul doth starve” (Proverbs 19:15 ) In contrast Solomon writs of  the godly woman  “She watches the ways of her household, and bread of sloth she eats not. ” Proverbs 31:27.

4. The only means to defeat Acedia is to invite LIFE and TRUTH in the room of our HEARTS . Killing the sin of Acedia, is to invite JESUS to THROW ALL DISTRACTIONS OUT OF THE ROOM OF OUR HEARTS and welcome only the SPIRIT OF JESUS. Jesus has conquered Acedia and given us a life free of it!!!

 

 

 

 

 

Spring Planting : Good Friday 2016

We plant forgiveness and we wait for love to bloom
Again. I waited a year to see the fruit of forgiveness. and today almost to the date of my planting with Jesus , I hear a pleasant report. Therefore I repost this blog as a true testimony that when you forgive as he is forgiven you, you will surely see the blooms of resurrection of Love in your midst!

Doodling Words

Dedicated to” Doodle” , a child of God who prays the Word. . And Dedicated to Pastor Chris who taught “ if we do not pray the Word of God we do not release the Power of God.

                                                          “Doodle-bug, Doodle-bug tell me what I want to know”                                                                   Mark Twain The adventures of Tom Sawyer 1876

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Daddy don’t doodle! He doesn’t doodle  with the words of His mouth or the works of His hands.  I saw how he drew the  200 billion stars and the moon of one galaxy with His fingers.  He is both  perfect and precise.  But, sometimes , as His child , I forget what He wants me to do with my words.  Sometimes I forget He is ruler and Lord over the works of His hands , even my mouth . (psalm 8)  And I, like a doodle bug spin and swirl in the dust from which I was made . 

Long time ago, our Daddy gave “Rita Skeeter”http://wp.me/p3KvVr-a3 a big sister named Virginia.  Nobody calls her ‘virginia”  cause  she was  nick- named “doodle bug” by her mama.   One day her mama saw her baby crawling backwards  and it reminded her of  doodle bugs she had seen crawling in the dirt.

As for me,I did not know much bout Doodle bugs until I met MIss Doodle. Since then, I learned a whole lot about doodle bugs and doodling. Doodle also  knows alot about these critters .  Funny how, when you are named something, you are the expert on that thing.

Doodle bugs are a certain type of nerve-winged insect. Though they have wings, they don’t fly much. Mainly, they stay on the ground walking backwards. With their wings they leave scribbled cursive trails  in the sand.

When some kids saw these critters spinning and swirling, they said  the bugs were “doodling” . That day they  nick named the bugs “doodle bugs” . Daddy’s creatures are best described by what they do. But,  scientists like big names  for critters and so they  called  them “myrmeleontidae”. But even the scientists later nick named them “antlions”.

Big names are something fun for kids who like big words. Not everybody likes big words. I only like big words that describe Daddy cause He is sooo big . But Daddy even uses little words to describe Himself.

Daddy knows He is big but really doesn’t want anybody stumbling and stuttering over His name. I saw this one day when He was talking to Moses.  That old man was stuttering over what to call Daddy . Moses said “what do you want everybody to call you?” Daddy stared him down to the ground and said  ‘boy  “Just call me I AM”. (1)

Sure enough, when the old man Moses started saying Daddy’s words about Himself, a whole lot of things started happening. A serpent became a staff, plagues came and were lifted,  seas parted, people were set free, kingdoms crumbled,  and all  the people saw great things Daddy was doing.  All with just a few words.  Words that were Daddy’s words. So  the day when old man  Moses wrote Daddy’s rules on a rock, he didn’t mess around.  He got straight to “Holy” in 10 sentences.

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Doodle doesn’t mess around much anymore with Daddy’s words either. Rita Skeeter says “she aint going backwards” no more. If Doodle even thinks of spinning round, her sister Rita Skeeter helps her remember to go forward.  And Doodle likes going forward. Doodle likes forward so much that one day she was going forward  and fell. When she fell the enemy hurt her.  He had her hurt so bad  that she was lying in the hospital bed when I found her.

I found her  stuck in a hospital bed with her feet up. She sure enough looked  like sprayed  bug turned on its back , wiggling its legs in the air. One  leg was all wrapped hard in plaster.  Like a bright white cacoon, it looked like it was bout to birth a butterfly.  Looking at her squirming on her back in the bed  made me wanna call Daddy and ask Him to fix her, flip  her over, and let that catepillar cast bust wide open. Really I just wanted Him to fix the mess I saw.

I know Daddy  tells us all the time to  go to Him and ask Him to fix things . He calls this” prayer”.  I think it gets a special word cause this is an asking with a guarantee.  We aren’t  guaranteed answers from asking other folks for stuff.  Not even doctors and scientists.  But prayer, asking Daddy, that’s a guarantee for an answer!! I know for sure cause my brother Jesus told me.

But when I saw Doodle, like a sprayed roach, stuck in the bed, I wanted other folks to help.  It was strange how I knew bout Daddy giving everything and yet wanted to bring a bunch of other folks into the delivery of the promise.

“Doodle Im gonna pray for you” I said ready to run to Daddy and ask Him to flip her over and let her run.

She nodded expectantly and took my hand.

“Oh Daddy ” I began ” I’m  lifting up my sister Doodle to you to get healed. . .” I raised our hands in the air . ” . so by your hand, help folks get  her ready for surgery. . . .”. I continued with many words asking  that Daddy, the  Lord of all creation, would use the hand of the doc and precisely set her bone. And that  the operating room be just right and  that all the germs scatter. . . .and the nurses be kind .” Many words seemed to scribble in the air as I invited all kinds of people and events to work together in the operation on Doodles leg.

I kept drawing  a picture with my words of how things might look if everything worked out in my mind. Though I was praying with many words, in a secret place deep in me,  I felt I was  walking  backwards . I was saying things about what I thought could happen instead of what Daddy had already done. I didn’t know how to stop .  It seemed as if so much had to be done to get Doodle back on the ground moving forward.

Suddenly,  Doodle seemed far a way and not settled . I prayed longer saying the same kind of things about doctors and rooms and germs and bones over and over.  The restlessness remained. So I prayed more. . . . for right medicines, and temperatures and food.

Doodle squirmed and cleared her throat. I ignored her impatience by praying that she would
“rest”.   I wanted to pray more till it was all well. The more I spoke the more It felt as if nothing was spoken.  The air swirled with stale air.

Suddenly, I heard Doodle  say “AMEN” as if to end this unending prayer . Doodle repeated her “Amen”  It became  louder and impatient.

“Amen”

It was not a “so be it” Amen ” but a  but a “good bye” amen.

It rudely repeated until I surrendered and said “Amen”

I dropped my hand from Doodle’s hand.  looked at Doodle. She stared at me. “well youre real sweet praying for me” she said as she continued to stare at me without a smile.

” But tell me ” she paused ” Tell me this. . . why didnt you  just ask Jesus to  heal my leg  now?” .(2)

Suddenly Doodle looked so different. Suddenly Doodle  didn’t look like the friendly aimless bug she was named.  She looked purposeful and certain.  She looked like she had a thing Daddy calls “faith”.

She also looked like what the scientists nick named   “Ant lions”  . Bugs that are purposeful in their design as  they consume their prey.  They do not carelessly stroke the sand but, rather ,take their enemy down into burrowed holes  to destroy them.  Watch these bugs in their purpose.  http://m.youtube.com/watch?v+CWKFAyfBDHE

I looked at Doodle and saw the “antlion” . I looked at her with my eyes and  ran to Daddy with my heart. “What do you want me to do? I dont know how to pray as I should for this sister? ” (3) I said silently to Daddy.

“He can heal that leg right now , you know” Doodle sternly looked to her cast and then to me.

My eyes moved to the cacoon on her leg.  Suddenly, it looked like a tomb.  It looked like a tomb awaiting a call. . . awaiting . . .

I put both of my hands on the cast  “yes, Doodle, Yes and AMEN.” I said waiting . Waiting for Daddy’s helper.

Slowly words came. ” BY HIS STRIPES. . by HIS STRIPES . . By Jesus’ wounds and Stripes HE Says you are presently Healed Doodle ! .  You are presently Healed in the name and by the power of Jesus. This we thank you for Daddy !  AMEM!!!” (4)

“AMEN, AMEN , AMEN ”  Doodle said with joy .

I looked at Doodle joyful, restful and settled.

“So be it ! It is finished!!” I said bringing my hand from the cast to her hand.

” Amen , amen sweet sister, you can stop praying now. daddy has  heard you”. Doodle smiled.

Based on 2 Timothy Chapter 3

Understand this that in the last days there will come times of difficulty. . . .some will have the appearance of God but deny its power.  Avoid being as such!!. . . continue in what you have learned and firmly believe. . . for All Scripture is breathed out by God and profitable for teaching, for reproof, for correction and for training IN RIGHTEOUSNESS that the person of God may be complete equipped for EVERY GOOD WORK IN JESUS.

Doodling prayers talk lightly about what is  known about God and make requests based on  earthly natural ways . They spin uncertainty and powerless circles in the air.  Faith Full prayers take what is known about God In His WORD and reach upward to the heavens pulling down the Supernatural work of God. They strike the enemies of God and put everything contrary to God’s will beneath the dirt. These prayers strike with the foot of Jesus.

  1. Exodus 3:14 And God said unto Moses, I AM THAT I AM: and he said, Thus shalt thou say unto the children of Israel, I AM hath sent me unto you.  http://bible.com/1/exo.3.14.kj
  2.  John 14:13 And whatsoever ye shall ask in my name, that will I do, that the Father may be glorified in the Son .  http://bible.com/1/jhn.14.13.kjv
  3. Romans 8:26 Likewise the Spirit also helpeth our infirmities; for we know not what we should pray for as we ought : but the Spirit itself maketh intercession for us with groanings which cannot be uttered  http://bible.com/1/rom.8.26.kjv
  4. 1 Peter 2:24 Who his own self bore our sins in his own body on the tree, that we being dead to sin should live unto righteousness: by whose stripes ye were healed.http://bible.com/1/1pe.2.24.kjv

A poem for my Sisters

 

I like how Jesus looks on a woman, a gaze that never lets go

He rightly gawks , He rightly stares

from top of head to tip of toe

Where other eyes will shift and land

He eyes our hearts into His hand.

 

I like how Jesus looks on our man , a gaze that never lets go

He rightly nags, He rightly prods

the weary eyes and wayward bods

Where tempters strike and lovers lure

His eyes holds hearts steadfast and Sure.

 

I like how Jesus looks on us. A gaze that never lets go!!