Petals For The King

There are rose petals on the sidewalk outside the Church today.

I nod to them as I walk to the chapel.

I see them lay prostrate.

Unattached alone.

Emojis of Advent.

anyone who passes can see them.

I cannot nod at those who walk beside me.

They have head down at feet

or phone.

We connect instead over petals.

Both” I “and “ they “see them

The red petals on white concrete.

It is Black Friday but the way is white.

White concrete with red rose petals.

“What is it ?“ they murmur

Our feet flatten petal then petal then petal

Some answer “ there must have been a wedding dear “

Others say“ maybe it was from a funeral in the church here “

“No no “the young lover says to his girl,

“ it’s a man tearing rose petals asking do you love me do you not ?“

“Silly brother” the little sister punches the young man

“the rose petals just fell off because they wanted to act just like the fall leaves”

Toddling beside them all ,the Youngest looks up and says

“oh no God ! You forgot to give us water ! you gave us your rose petal tears!”

Who knows why there are rose petals on the sidewalk

but the rose petals on the sidewalk they surely know.

about the day before and they were strewn From altar out the door

Strewn to open a season for the king. So we could see …

like a petal peeled from a beautiful rose

is the Eucharist from the host of heaven …

Just a little petal of his love.

Connecting us to the King .

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

Brother Ernies Air : An Anatomy of a Miracle : Introduction

Maybe, one of the first things we learn as kids is this :

Daddy has breathed life into every living thing. We look around and see, from babies to bugs, breath in every being.

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The movement of this breath fascinates us as we see a lively exchange of air into action. Rhythmic inhaling and exhaling producing energy, life and purpose. All a display of God’s glory.( 1)

When we grow big in our minds, we then learn that Daddy started all of this glory from a grain. A grain of dirt. From dirt He made ribs and ribs He made both brothers and sisters. Into the first brother, Adam , to every child born thereafter, He “breathed into his nostrils the breath of life and created a living soul.” Genesis 2:7.

It is all very fascinating. And, curious children, like me, have wondered where all that air goes when Daddy blows. I once put things in my nose to see where His breath traveled. But I could only go so far. Maybe Daddy laughed when everyone saw that I was “picking” my nose. But, Daddy knew I was just being nosey about his creation . He says that searching things out is a great honor that He gives us.(2)

Later , other kids showed me pictures that people drew of what they had been told about Daddy’s traveling air. I tried to draw a picture for myself. It is very hard to draw a thing exactly how Daddy designed it. And, I think, He is right when He says that we really can’t see everything fully like He made it. He says, in His diary, that His children “see dimly”.(3)

For now, lots of us see the flight pattern of His wind like this. . .

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Through the nostrils in the nose or through an open mouth, air goes down the trachea to the bronchi to inflate the aveoli where a fascinating exchange happens that makes “a living soul.” These “living souls” Daddy later calls “His children”. There are seven billion of these children and almost twice as many lungs .

Amidst all these billions , my favorites set of lungs rests in a single Daddy’s child named “Ernie”. Ernie carries my favorite set of lungs because they have breathed a new life of faith all around. God used Ernies lungs to breathe a genuine faith(4) , one more precious than all the gold in the world. And yet, even more than that, God told a story about Himself that I am excited to share. From Ernie’s nose and mouth, to his trachea to his bronchi and finally to his aveoli, Ernie displays a very spectacular story of Daddy’s glory.

(to be continued . .

Part 1 (the nose and mouth) Part 2 (the trachea) Part 3 (the bronchi and aveoli)

  1. Isaiah 43:7 even everyone that is called by my name: for I have created him for my glory, I have formed him : yea, I have made him. (says the Lord who . . .) Romans 11:36 for of Him and through Him and to Him are all things : to whom be glory forever. Amen (KJV)
  2. Proverbs 25:2 It is the glory of God to conceal a thing: but the honour of kings is to search out a matter. The heaven for height, and the earth for depth. .(KJV)
  3. I Corinthians 13:12 For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I have been fully known(ESV)
  4. 1 Peter 1:7 So that the tested genuineness of your faith-more precious than gold that perishes though it is tested by fire- might be found to result in praise and glory and honor at the revelation of Jesus Christ.(ESV)

Brother Ernie’s Air: Anatomy of a Miracle Part 1: the Nose

Introduction http://vunglaub.com/2014/01/28/brother-ernies-air-an-anatomy-of-a-miracle-introduction/

This is part 1 of a true story of Brother Ernie

A child of God chosen to display Daddy’s glory, one breath at a time.

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As long as my breath is in me and the Spirit of God is in my ..
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my lips will not speak falsehood and my tongue will not utter deceit. For I hold fast to my righteousness and will not let go!”( Job 27 :3, 4, 6a)

I didn’t know Ernie was carrying a set of miracles deep behind his ribs until one day in October. Before that day, I just knew a man whose name was “Ernie”. A man who sat at the round table in the back of the church. That’s how it is in Daddy’s house sometimes. We say “oh I know so and so. . . ” And we toss a person’s name in the air like a balloon. But, if we told the naked truth, we would say that we REALLY don’t know them at all. As a “doorkeeper” in Daddy’s house , I get a little sad when I barely know some folks names . But, I get really excited when I remember that there is one in the house, who really, truly, knows them.

Jesus knows them. He looks on each one of those folks every Sunday. He looks past all the dirt and the ribs , straight past the lungs and heart, to a very deep place. He looks to a place where no doctor or scientist or researcher could go. . . the soul.(1)

Kinda funny to think like that . To think that there are places where no eye sees or tongue tells . Places where no picture has been taken. Kinda funny to think how Jesus knows Ernie so well. He knew every cell, seen and unseen, in Ernie long before He introduced the lump sum to me. He had been sitting near Ernie alot of days before He introduced Ernie to me and. . . me to Ernie.

Jesus handpicked the day He was to introduce Ernie and me. (2) That day was a day in October. That day, I had just left my assignment as “doorkeeper” and I was working at the hospital. And, It was in the hospital that Ernie was brought in for “shortness of breath”.

“Shortness of breath” is a phrase that hospital folks use for breathing that does not sound or look like the original design by Daddy. It sounds more rapid and loud and unnatural than we think it should sound . This is mostly during times when the air is going through the mouth and not the nose. These folks lie in stretchers like little birds in nests with their neck reaching up and their mouths wide open. They look like birds hungry for nothing but the air around them.

I could hear the sound of Ernie’s air as I turned the corner to room 42 in the emergency Room. The sound stopped me. I stood by the door and asked Jesus to introduce me to Ernie. I was afraid that Ernie would not know me and he might be too hungry for air to be bothered by me.

But Ernie was not bothered. And Ernie did not look like the other folks in the hospital . He did not look at all like anybody that I had touched that day. He did not even look like he needed a physician though he sounded like it. Ernie had a vibrant face . And ,most of all , he had a face that talked without using words. It said paragraphs in milliseconds. It was bright , kinda pink, with a leprechaun like smile. Sitting upright in the stretcher , I saw Ernie as a delightful design of Daddy. I saw what Jesus saw for the first time . (3)

Ernie’s eyes spoke boldly “I believe our Daddy wants me out of this place’ . His eyes seemed to sparkle with the proclamation.

An instant agreement came upon me, I said “Ernie , Jesus wants you out of here. This is not the door I should be greeting you through unless its back out. . . eh brother?”

Ernie winked. I considered his wink to be an “AMEN”. Amen means “so be it” or “let it be”. And It does not really have to be spoken. An Amen is agreement with Jesus bout all that Daddy gives.(3)

Folks at church talk alot about agreement. i don’t know much about all of what they mean when they talk. Sometimes these folks start talking in another language that only Daddy knows. .But, I now know one thing for certain, since Jesus introduced me to Ernie. I know that when children agree about what Daddy says all kinds of things happen. When children agree with Daddy, miracles are in the air. Moving in very unlikely patterns.

” ill be back to check on y’all after I am off duty” I said to Ernie and his wife Brenda. I left a room that was so full of Jesus I felt unworthy to return .

I felt unworthy because, truth be told , about four hours before I met Ernie, I had been whining and complaining to Daddy about His other children. I was tattle- tailing on them , telling how they were relying on another brother to give them what only Daddy gives. I even called that very brother on the phone and said” these folks are asking you to do what only Daddy can do for them and I think it is all wrong”

This good brother said to me ” what are you gonna do , sister, tuck your tail and run again”. That made me more mad and I hung up the phone.

I then cried and cried and told Daddy that I didn’t think my church was giving Daddy the glory He was due. And “if they ain’t doing that then they ain’t no church!!! They are just a ‘club house in a tree’ and nobody can get in and nobody on the inside can see out !!” I said.

After all the hot air from my phone call and prayer settled as dew on my dashboard, I stomped on into work. “Im just going on to work ” were my last words to Daddy. I kinda felt like Peter who decided to go fishing because it all wasn’t making much sense anymore.(5)

When I returned to Ernie’s room, I stood at the door and remembered my start of the day and still felt unworthy to enter. I stood motionless behind the open door asking Daddy if it was okay to go in. I was distracted by the sound of Ernie’s breathing. It wheezed and coughed and gasped..Suddenly, I saw Daddy’s intended design, I saw how the mouth is set for praise and the nose is set for air. Suddenly Daddy showed me, As unnatural as is Ernie’s breathing so unnatural was my speaking earlier in the day!! Ernie should breathe air through His nose, And I should praise through my mouth. God we need a Physician!!.

“There she is Ernie” Ernie’s wife peered around the door. “We are right here. Did you forget where you were going” she chuckled

I entered into the room. Ernie was getting a “breathing treatment”. This is where a medicine is mixed with the air so when one inhales it opens the lungs so they can get the oxygen needed. So Ernie’s wife, Brenda, talked. Brenda talked vibrantly, like Ernie but not as much with her eyes as with her whole being. From face to fingertips , she spoke more in motion than with words . It was as if every word she chose was moving. Like breezes of grace , a gentle enthusiastic grace.

So, when I timidly said “can we pray together?” she seemed to swoop softly across the stretcher to take my hand in expectant agreement.

I looked at Ernie. I looked at Brenda. I looked at our hands. Suddenly the air halted. I could hear each of us breathing. My own breath irregular ” Daddy I need a breathing treatment Jesus just say the word and your servant will be healed” my soul prayed quietly (6) . And I waited.

Suddenly, I saw Jesus looking upon Ernie with compassion ready to touch and heal. I saw Him delighting over Brenda. I saw Him ready to heal my lips. I prayed. Then Brenda prayed. The breeze, a the very warm summer breeze blew . Ernie could breathe a little easier. The room was very warm. The faces very moist.

Then , in natural timing, like a chorus of a song, Ernie’s “Amen” was spoken. It came out of his mouth as air went in his nose. It repeated itself , Layers of “amen” one upon another until Brenda and I shouted with Ernie “Amen!! Amen”. All of us moving now like children saying “yippie Daddy we have recieved”.

When our hands released, Ernie began breathing slowly and softly through his nose. Suddenly Ernie said his first sentence to me “This is the church!”. He spoke.

“Yep. Honey the Holy spirit was definitely here.” Brenda cheered. She did not know Ernie’s words were riding on the wind of the Spirit. Riding on the wind of the Spirit to restore my broken soul.

“This IS the Church”

A sweet silence again halted everything in the room. you could hear breath. Breathing Rhythmic and natural . Mouths declaring praise. I suddenly knew that I could not run from this church , This church. . . .it would chase me down.

“Yep,”. I winked.

And the spirit and the Bride said “Amen”(7)

  1. John 2:24-25 But Jesus did not commit himself unto them, because he knew all men, and needed not that any should testify of man; for he knew what was in man.
  2. Acts 17:26 And hath made of one blood all nations of men for to dwell on all the face of the earth, and hath determined the times before appointed and the bounds of their habitation.
  3. 2 Corinthians 5:14,16 for the love of Christ controls us , because we have concluded this that one has died for all , therefore all have died. . so , From now on , therefore, we regard no one according to the flesh.
  4. 2 Corinthians 1:20 For all the promises of God in him are yea and in him Amen, unto the glory of God by us
  5. John 21:3 Simon Peter said to them , “I am going fishing,” They said to him, “we will go with you.” They went out and got into the boat, but that night they caught nothing.
  6. Luke 7:1-10. Jesus healing the Centurions’s servant ” And Jesus went with them. when he was not far from the house, the centurion sent friends, saying to him, “Lord do not trouble yourself, for I am not worthy to have you come under my roof. Therefore FI did not presume to come to you But say the word and let my servant be healed. “
  7. Revelation 22:17 The spirit and the bride say, “come.” Let anyone who hears this say “Come.” Let anyone who is thirsty come. Let anyone who desires drink freely from the water of life”.

Brother Ernie’s Air: Anatomy of a Miracle Part 2: The Trachea

introduction http://vunglaub.com/2014/01/28/brother-ernies-air-an-anatomy-of-a-miracle-introduction/

The nose
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The Trachea

Let EVERYTHING that has breath praise the Lord!! Praise the Lord!! (Psalm150:6)

I saw that when Ernie could breathe well , he would utter an “Amen” into the air . These interruptions of praise seemed to take flight to heaven where angels would sweep them upward with their wings to the lap of Daddy.

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But , on earth everything was seen differently. Ernie was admitted into the hospital for further tests. He was not looking like he could breath easy and folks were saying he might have pneumonia, bronchitis, or very bad COPD . They would pick a title to match what they saw. Some of them would agree on a word and they would write it in Ernie’s chart. The chart tells the story of how things look down here.

Daddy was sad when my eyes agreed with what they wrote. (1) He knew I would become afraid. Ernie was on oxygen and there was a number next to his bed that kept going down. When the number was down it showed Ernie was not getting the oxygen he needed. So, whenever Ernie moved in the slightest bit, the number would drop and Ernie would look pale. When I saw this I would get a little scared . When we are scared we start forgetting lots of things. We forget things we are supposed to remember forever. We forget that Daddy made every thing. We forget that Daddy made the respiratory system for his glory.(2)

I was so scared that I called another brother . I called a brother who knew Ernie and who wouldn’t let the things he would see scare him. “Can you come see Ernie. It just looks terrible!!” I said to the brother.

Ernie was glad that this brother was coming. And he didn’t want to be afraid with me. So while I waited , I worked. And while I worked I thought of Ernie’s airway and Ernie’s Amens.

“Amens” come from an ever so slight cul-de-sac in the “wind pipe” of the respiratory system called the trachea. At the uppermost part of the trachea sits the larynx , “voice box” . In the larynx are vocal chords which vibrate when air passes . When air passes they make noise. They were created to live expectantly to make “joyful” noises and reluctantly to make clamorous noises. Both can be made but one is most desired by Daddy.(3)

From the larynx, the trachea descends to its dividing road where it will open into the lungs. The trachea has a very beautiful congregation of workers that live along every millimeter of the path from nose to lung. They are are called the cilla. When I first saw a picture of the cilla, I took great delight in them. They are very beautiful , purposeful and free.

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The Cillia are a congregation of many hands that sweep fluids and foreign particles out of the airway so that only the breath of God’s air can move freely. They protect the flow from atmosphere to aveoli. When folks get “respiratory” illness, the cillia are no longer free. They get stiff and sticky and are no longer swaying and sifting . They are no longer conduits of the breath of air .

I was thinking how Ernie’s cillia might be stiff and sticky . I was thinking about what might be wrong when I got the message that the brave brother had arrived to see Ernie. I hurried to Ernie’s room. I was ready to pray with someone that was not fearful and would call on Daddy boldly. But the brother did not pray. He did not ask Daddy for anything. He listened to brother Ernie and then he said “Well lets praise Daddy!”.

But “what about asking Him to fix things now”, I thought.

“We praise you Daddy!! We praise you Father!! For you have created All things!! All things are yours!!” He shouted as he walked from one end of the bed to another. Ernie sat . I stood.

The brother repeated “All things are yours. You own all things. You command and the winds obey. all things. All things are yours” Slowly Ernie rocked back and forth. Vague “amens” escaped . I felt my body sway. Then I heard the brother say. .

“You are worthy! You are worthy! Let everything worship you!! Everything!!”

The cillia worship. The cillia worship. ” my soul considered. How David considered the ant, I considered Ernie’s cillia. (4) I rested my hands on Ernies chest. Might they hear the praise and rejoice in their sweeping and sifting and protecting.

Suddenly the brave brother stopped. “Ernie what are you wanting from God right now”

“New lungs” Ernie declared

“Daddy we are asking you for new lungs. New lungs Daddy for my brother Ernie”. The brave brother said.

The entire room became brave. No longer did fear dwell with me. No longer did fear set Ernie’s face pale. He was pink yet again.

I looked at the oxygen reading. It was high. Air was entering Ernies’ lungs freely. Certainly the cilla were back to declaring praise with every sway of their being. How much more Ernie’s whole being. And the sister beside him.(5)

To be continued. . .

  1. Psalm 77:19 says that the Lord is working through great waters but His “foot prints” are “unseen” and 2 Corinthians 4:18 encourages us to look at the things unseen for they are eternal.
  2. From Revelation 4:11 In the end EVERY LIVING THING WILL DECALRE  “Worthy are you , our Lord and God to receive glory and honor and power for you created all things, and by your will they existed and were created”
  3. James 4:10With the same mouth come both blessing and cursing . My brothers, these things ought not to be so.”
  4. Proverbs 6:6 “Go to the ant O sluggard: consider her ways and be wise.”
  5. Psalm 150 The very last Psalm in the Book of Psalms sums up the whole purpose of all creation: Everlasting Praise http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=psalm+150&version=KJV

Brother Steve and the Mustard Seed

My daddy has many mighty sons. Daddy sometimes calls these boys “mighty men of Valor” (1)

They carry treasures given from Daddy differently than their sisters carry treasures. They also tell about their treasures in a different way . Sisters carry many words and sparkly things to describe presents from Daddy. They put all these great treasures from Daddy in their purses and talk about them in their diaries. Sisters pack purses as if they can never get ENOUGH. But brothers , brothers carry all their treasures from Daddy in their boots or in their pockets. What mighty men of valor carry is always ENOUGH. It might be a little “rough on the edges ” and muddy but it is always Enough

And , unlike their sisters , brothers use mighty sounds rather than words to show off Daddy’s gifts.They grunt and moan, wrestle and stomp, kick and sigh, yelp and holler to tell about all Daddy’s goodness. A lot of these boys are seen In Daddy’s book, You can just about hear Brother Paul grunt and moan when he talks about “not boxing the air” and “running the race” and getting ” beatings imprisonment and sleepless nights.”(2) I think even Brother David’s wife would say he was a hootin and hollering kind of boy. (3)

And boys, like these, hold mighty tight to their treasures. A sister can punch wrestle and even call a boy “ugly” and that brother won’t be shaken. He just won’t let go of a thing from Daddy until he and Daddy have agreement on the matter. He is keeping that treasure deep in his pocket till he agrees with Daddy to show it off.
My brother Steve is a Daddy’s boy. He grunts , he moans , he holds tight to treasures. He’s a steady, solid .stubborn, son of a great King. . . I know this because I saw what he did with a certain treasure from Daddy.

My brother Steve was sick one day. A bunch of folks in white coats ,from outside ,told him that he was sick and they took pictures of the “thing” making him sick. They called it cancer and sent him home. A few days later my brother came to Daddy’s house and asked for prayer.

On that morning, we all gathered real close around Steve putting our hands on his head, on his belly, on his chest, on his shoulder , anywhere Daddy said to touch.(4) Right then , I was thinking that the “thing” might be scared right out of my brother by all our heavy hands. But, instead, it looked as if my brother was scared of us. He put his hand over his chest like he was protecting something and his face went long and serious. I found out later that he wasn’t scared at all: he was just hiding something from us. He had something deep in his shirt pocket. It was really small and even with all our feelin on him no one found it.

Every Sunday,after that, I wondered about my brother and what he might have had in his pocket that day. Even though none of us felt it, we all kinda knew it was Enough for Steve. He always came to church with that look that we get when we are hiding something good . It’s a head tilting, eyebrow raising, closed lip smiling look. It was real obvious one Sunday when brother Chris started telling us about a tiny treasure Daddy gives to each of us.

Brother Chris called it “Faith” and he told us how our Great Brother Jesus described it. He said it is small but it is full of heaven and, if you plant it , it gets so big birds want to make nests in it (5). And,it is so powerful that it can move anything you can think of out of your way.(6) Even mountains. Right when Pastor said this, I saw my brother Steve grin, tilt his head and raise his eyebrow. I knew right then what he was hiding.

Suddenly, I thought. “he got himself a mustard seed!! Well that rascal probably buried it in his back yard without telliin a soul!”

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Brother Chris says every kid of the King has mustard seeds and that we have “Enough ” faith in these tiny seeds .(6) Some folks know they have Enough faith and readily plant a seed to watch it grow. But folks, like me, sometimes go and dig holes, ready to plant, but get so distracted by the ugly dirt we forget to put the seed down. When we do that, Brother Chris says, we are looking at the problem (the dirt) and not the provision and promise (the seed and treasure Daddy gives). Brother Chris fusses at me sometimes saying “you got faith. Do something with it sister.” Sometimes,I just stare at it . Sometimes it looks too small to plant. It doesn’t look like Enough to make something big.

Brother Steve’s daughter Christy is not like me. I saw her plant a seed one day at a revival in the dirt of a stranger sitting next to her .It was Enough for her to plant that thing without hesitation into the heart of the girl sitting next to her . immediately, when that girl received the seed, she sprouted up like a big bunch of 9ft tall mustards ready for pickin.(7) And sure enough, The Lord picked her that day and she shouted “Jesus is Lord”!! I tell you, if birds were ready to nest ,they might have nested right there in Christy’s mouth that was wide open with awe as she watched that stranger believe.

Now, I looked for brother Steve for a few Sundays after I knew about his hidden treasure. But Christy said he went driving across country to visit friends. I started thinking how he wasn’t worried about that seed. He must have just planted that thing and thought that was Enough. He left all the watering, fertilizing and weeding to daddy or the Helper. Guess he thought he would come back home and everything would be all grown. He was darn sure of what he hoped for and certain of what he could not see.(8)

When brother Steve finally came through the church door in November, the sun followed him in. it was the hottest November day in Greenville and Bother Steve had a smile that was stealing all the sunlight. On that day, both eye brows were up , his grin crawled from ear to ear and his head tilted to the sky.

“Well, well look who the possum drug in” I said.

“What do you mean possum ? ” my brother asked

“Well possums hide stuff in their pockets. ” Quickly, I reached for his shirt pocket.

His hand pounced on my hand to brush it away., I felt a fullness in his pocket.

“What’s in there boy? You gotta tell me!! ” I demanded

” I’ll tell you bout it when its time” he said as he walked away with his hand over his pocket.

When all the children were seated in Daddy’s house, brother Steve brought his daughter with him to front. Everything on his face turned toward the sky. He was so bent in a smile , he could barely talk. So his daughter pulled the treasure out of his pocket. And right there she read from a mustard leaf these words “‘the previously noted focus of tracer uptake in the distal esophagus has resolved . There is normal tracer uptake in the thorax” .

And we all shouted: “Thank you Daddy that “thing ” is gone!!!”. Steve’s free, Steve’s alive. ” “Ain’t nothing taking him but Jesus” we said.

At that moment when all the kids were clapping and praising, I understood that Daddy took that ugly thing away the day brother Steve planted that tiny seed. Still, i wondered if Brother Steve thought what he got that day was bigger than a mustard seed and that’s why he was so sure of himself. I wondered if he had a bigger seed than the one Daddy gave me.

So I asked him, “brother , did you have ‘big’ faith?”

He looked at me like he didn’t know what I was asking.

“kid I just had faith. i wasn’t gonna die. Ain’t that enough.”
“Yep.” for the first time I believed , yes, the seed is “enough”. It’s enough because it is packed with all the power of heaven. It is the kingdom of God.(9)

REFERENCES

1 .1 chronicles 11:10, Nehamiah 11:14 2 chronicles 14:8 (“their brothers mighty men valor”) valor is defined as bravery, courage, “pluck” or boldness in the face of opposition

2. 2 Corinthians 6:5 http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/search=2%20Corinthians+6:5&version=KJV

3. 2 Samuel 6:15-17 http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=2%20Samuel+6:15-17&version=KJV

4. James 5:14-15 Daddy tells us how to receive healing when we are sick http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=James=514&version=KJV

5, Mark 4;30-31 http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Mark%204:31&version=KJV

6 .Mat17:20 http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/search=Matthew%2017:20version=KJV

7. Pliny the Elder (23-79 AD) a very old Christian brother describes the variety of mustard seed that Jesus spoke about as “pugent in taste and fiery in effect, extremely beneficial for health. . . . once sown, it is scarcely possible to get the place free of it.” In other words this seed has power and it germinates to remain. Such is our faith.

8. Hebrews 11:1 “Now faith is the assurance (the confirmation, the title deed) of the things (we) hope for, being the proof of things (we) do not see and the conviction of their reality (faith perceiving as real fact what is not revealed to the senses) Amplified Version

9. Mark 4:26 And Jesus said to me on that day, daughter, the kingdom of Daddy is as this man who cast a seed upon the ground and while he traveled , slept and rose, it grew and he knew not how. It is right to marvel in this. It is right to now cast the seed He gives you.