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by vunglaub

Retreat: Day 2 Fever

A simple meditation of a nurse in COVID quarantine

The burning fires have come inside me. Those of of the demon and of the divine. Like dueling fires of the prophets of long ago, a campfire is set inside my soul. ‘ it will takes days to burn “ they say. “Bring the hydrants and hydrate the flame” While others say “try this potion or that, or a Tylenol with a toddie”. I am too far from the phone to see the experts advice.

I shall sit and ponder what Jesus says. What is it the lord says about this fire?. Could it purify me ,lord ? Could you be running across the cells of my body chasing the virus with flaming torches? Are you not so large, Lord? AND Are you not so small Lord?

I will sip , sip, sip , and consider your smallness . I will fill and consider your largeness. Your smallness . your largeness . You inside of me. Oh perfect God oh perfect man, yet still a morsel within me. I am tired now Lord and I will rest . I will rest while you busy around  the campfire , the fever of my soul.

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“And it came to pass at the time of the offering of the evening oblation, that Elijah the prophet came near, and said, O Jehovah, the God of Abraham, of Isaac, and of Israel, let it be known this day that thou art God in Israel, and that I am thy servant, and that I have done all these things at thy word. Hear me, O Jehovah, hear me, that this people may know that thou, Jehovah, art God, and that thou hast turned their heart back again. Then the fire of Jehovah fell, and consumed the burnt-offering, and the wood, and the stones, and the dust, and licked up the water that was in the trench. And when all the people saw it, they fell on their faces: and they said, Jehovah, he is God; Jehovah, he is God.”

‭‭1 Kings‬ ‭18:36-39‬ ‭

by vunglaub

Retreat: day 1 Leaving

Day 1 : A simple meditation of a nurse in COVID quarantine.

I am going on a retreat without leaving my seat. I am going to see Jesus. I know that I am going because none are near to stop me.  A little virus on me has them far away and even if they were to come close , I would say “unclean Unclean” . Then , they would surely run. So nothing is between me and my retreat with Jesus.

Here where I am ,Jesus draws nearer . Here where I am , I will hear again.  I will hear him say “daughter” and I will hear him say “arise” and I will hear him speak to the virus . He will speak louder than the whisper voice He has for speaking to me . He will be commanding ”retreat!” . And at this word of command, the virus will flee . All the while ,I will rest . I will rest away from all created things that distract me from Jesus.

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“Now hear the word of the Lord, you women. Pay attention to the word of His mouth. Teach your daughters a lament and one another a dirge, for Death has climbed through our windows; it has entered our fortresses, cutting off children from the streets, young men from the squares. But the one who boasts should boast in this, that he understands and knows Me — that I am Yahweh, showing faithful love, justice, and righteousness on the earth, for I delight in these things. This is the Lord’s declaration.”

‭‭Jeremiah‬ ‭9:20-21, 24‬ ‭

by vunglaub

Dear Mr C (ode to COVID)

Dear dear Mr C ,you cannot sit in this pew.

You haven’t the mind of these remnant few .

And , I remember how the days used to be

Where you acted as a monster, mr C

as you pounced with Mr fear up the aisle,

And ,good church folks left in single file.

On the Ides of March, your name I heard .

Spoken to us who were gathered In the WORD

“We shall not meet”I heard priest did say .

So, we gathered our missiles and went away

Folks thought you might commune with us

to kiss our host or to drink from our cup.

They did not want you to sit in our pew

shaking our hands with our “peace to you “.

But I do not know why you were not welcomed here

for they often invite others to come with Mr fear .

They invite ones like you from office and home .

They invite ones like you from where germs roam.

Seems at church they let you scatter us most .

I think some forgot you die before the host.

And too , they forgot in the Sovereign’s making .

He makes you to live then to die in Jesus’s taking.

I never had seen the church crumble and sway.

Like a bride changing her mind on her wedding day.

The day you walked in the sanctuary, Mr C

And made the church cling to Mr. fear and flee.

But now see , The Bride spreads from town to town

She strengthens with beauty to wear Her Crown.

And now, she sits free from Fear , dressed in white

And you Mr C are no longer The Spouse of Fright.