Dressing UP

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“What happened sis?” the boy asked the girl as he looked down his chest, to his stomach, to his feet.

“I don’t know brother! Last thing I remember is when we both called out from that broken limb up there” the girl pointed to the tree limb dangling above her head
“we called to our Big Brother, we called out “Jesus ” real loud and then..” The girl paused” I think we fell. . .”

Both children looked from where they stood in a stream of water to a large puddle of mud beneath the tree. Puddles shaped like silhouettes of their bodies held their crumbled dirty clothes.

. “Look sis. Look There are our clothes all wadded up and filthy” the boy said as he looked at the muddy puddle .

Wiping a drop of mud from her eyes, the girl blinked to see more clearly.

Suddenly , the girl scolded her brother turning his head with her hands ” yuk, boy don’t  you look at that!!”

She turned away looking down at her dress. ” Look at what we have on now!! ” She shouted. Twirling in the clear water where she stood, she lifted up her white dress  like a bridal gown .

“Well Where did we get these dressy clothes sis?” the boy asked, looking at his white suit.

“I dunno” the girl replied .

Smiling she continued  , “Really, I don’t remember changing clothes at all!!! Somebody must have done it for us”

There was something very ugly about the two types of children we had seen  in Romans 2  . see “in the trees” http://wp.me/p3KvVr-d .  We entered Tuesday December 16th remembering these children . Easily, we concluded with Pastor’s  review.” These folks lived like they didn’t need God.” They would either say there is no goodness ,  no glory, no God  OR  they would try to become their own goodness, their own glory , their own God.

” But this isnt just talk about all those people out there, this is what we all look like apart from Jesus.  Every last one of us is busted and disgusted without God’s mercy ” Pastor reminded us. Something broke in our souls as we remembered. We remembered all too well the ones who fell from the tree. It was not so much others as It was  our selves.

Naked (condemned)
Like children falling into muddy pits of wrath from trees of handmade glory, we fell. Our handmade limb to heaven could not sustain us. We were “busted and disgusted” with our disobedience. How it brought such bitter fruit!  And, when we would try to “make up to God” with good works, we found  self righteousness just as  wearisome. and It’s fruit tasteless, hard, and  fake.
Was it not true that  all of us had  truly fallen short of the glory of God.? (Romans 3:23) This  lethal accident was set  from the beginning of time. It was a fall of both an angel and man  A fall resulting  from going “out on a limb”, away, from Daddy’s  Glory. It was a” going out on a limb”  by seeking our own glory.

The hot, holy, accusations of the Lord burned into our souls as Pastor delivered Daddy’s word.

None is righteous, no not one one understands ,no one seeks for God. all have turned aside. together they have become worthless, no one does good not even one.. . there is no fear of God before them. (Romans 3:10-12, 18) ESV

But we are all as an unclean thing, and all our righteousness as filthy rags; an we all do fade as a leaf; and our iniquities, like the wind , have taken us away (Isaiah 64:6)KJV

The fire of the holy WORD melted all our idolarty like the first day we believed.  It burned our lustful idols and melted our prideful facades to clay mud. We fell prostate in soul before our God.

Ashamed, we were naked . With our clothes melted ,we looked like the first naked and defenseless brother and sister in the garden . Who could rescue us in this mudslide of sin melting beneath a Holy look from God?. Who could cleanse us ? And who could clothe us?  Would our Perfect Daddy find a way to cleanse us and clothe us? What garment would He make? Surely, It had to be more than the animal skin he put over Adam and Eve!.

Our souls called out:

But now , O Lord , thou art out father; we are the clay , and thou our potter ; and we all are the work of thy hand.  Be not wroth very sore, O Lord, neither remember iniquity for ever: behold, see, we beseech thee, we are all thy people. Isaiah 64:8,9

Imputed( righteous )
Imputation.” . “. say imputation ” our Pastor Chris  said.  Only a few shyly mumbled” imputation” , The rest asked their neighbor”what did He say ?”.

“I dunno, it’s one of those big preacher words ” I said to my neighbor.

We did not know it was the Designer label on the clothes sent to us from Daddy THE DESIGNER.  A most expensive label  that cost Him His Life, “Imputation” declares and delivers a most beautiful  garment of Daddy’s Love. This garment clothes every naked part of the body , soul , spirit and mind. It is His RIGHTEOUSNESS.

His Righteousness worn becomes an “all weather garment” penetrating His Holiness through and through us in all seasons, in all weather, at all time. More than an outer marking like a tatoo or a jewel, the garment of His Righteousness puts upon every believer the Righteousness of Jesus.  A full body suit of God’s Glory !

Once naked , we now recognized that we were clothed.  we read together with Pastor : “But NOW the righteousness of God has been manifested apart from the Law. . . the righteousness of God THROUGH FAITH IN JESUS CHRIST FOR ALL WHO BELIEVE!! (Romans3:21,22) Pastor stood . This could not be merely read.

“I gotta preach now” Pastor warned “You must know Christ is your righteousness. Your righteousness is not in you but IN HIM IN YOU! This righteousness is the same today yesterday and forever. It does not get better with strong faith or worse with weak faith. It is His Righteousness sealed eternally in heaven.  And it is put upon you. . . It is  IMPUTED.”

The big preacher word,   “imputation “ hovered in the air.  It was such a big word. But,bigger was what it contained. It spoke of how our Daddy acts as both the JUST AND THE JUSTIFIER. (Romans 3:26). So, eagerly , we listened to Pastor tell us, in many ways and with many words, the beauty and glory and love contained in the word “imputation”.

“Imputation” . Still none of us could say it .  We only softly said “thank you Jesus”.  Softly brother and sister would echo “thank you Jesus” with each agreed truth that Pastor preached.  Perhaps, our gratitude contained an “imputation” of perfect praise. Perhaps , we were His righteousness revealed.

” Well so why do you think we are all dressed up sis?” the boy asked as he looked at his white suit.

“I dunno , I guess we are going somewhere special” the sister replied. 

Seeing Saints

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” Slow down sis , we don’t have to get to Rome in a day” the boy said as he broke his run down, to a slow walk .

Looking ahead, he squinted and said  “And sis , I don’t think anyone is really going in that mansion yet”

“Oh Brother , yes they are!! You just can’t see from here” the girl said as she stopped with the boy by a large fruit tree. Looking to the top of the tree she said “Hey climb up there with me and then we can see”

Once settled with his sister in a thick sturdy branch, the boy strained his head toward the mansion. “Yep, they are going in ..and it looks like they are squeezing through a small,narrow door sis,”
“Hey ,and look at their shirts sis. They all got name tags .hmm I can’t see what they say . . . something like S. . .A…. I…..N….. T..”

“Silly ” the girl sighed “that spells ‘saint””

“Well, how can all them folks have the same first name when they don’t even look alike ?” the boy asked.

” SILLY BOY!! I done told you over and over ! Saint is the first name Daddy calls all of us !!! Ain’t you ever heard Him call ya that before ? !”

When we hear the word “saint”, some of us see thin, stone faced, darkly dressed, men or women with hands folded or, at best, hands drooping beneath stooped shoulders. Some may also think of such souls as ” perfect” before God.

Many of us quickly swat away any such label “saint” placed on us . Aware of our faults , both sinner and saved say ” well I ain’t no saint”. Tuesday night was no different as we heard Pastor Chris call out to us. . .,Us. . . . ragged and tired folks, sitting on worn chairs, in a dim light, on a cold floor “Grace and Peace to you Saints. Yes you saints!” he said.

For a moment some souls ran to a place far away from the platform titled ” saint”. Ducking from the light of this honor, some of us bent heads low, thinking “I aint no saint”.

Very strangely, off this platform “saint” , the Holy Ghost rightly examines both sinner and saved. He sees both step away from the name saint.. Here we see the sinner has examined himself rightly. He knows instinctively that his sin has separated him from this pure name from God.

The saved however denies a name his Daddy gave him. When asked , he quickly says “I ain’t no saint” only because he does not want to elevate himself above the one who has called him “saint”. Without intention, his aim is to please the opinion of man rather the than to honor a truth of God. Suddenly, the enemy has a covert victory .His victory is over our mind when we pridefully want to “look” humble.

The first “saints” had settled in the light and stood fast on the platform. They had a right mind   The first disciples knew they were saints .” In fact the “world ” freely called them “saints” ( Acts 9:13) as we see Ananias refer in prayer to his fellow disciples. They knew who they were. ” It was not an offense at all to be called saint. A saint was set apart wholly and holy for God “.Pastor Chris explained. “They believed every word of scripture and from that belief they manifested a life that proved scripture true”.

We heard Pastor’s words.  Yet ,sitting worn, ragged and cold ,we looked at ourselves , we looked at each other whispering. “I ain’t no saint” . No saint looked like me , I thought, stumbling and often unable to even stand up on the platform beneath the light of Daddy.  If a saint , I thought , Daddy, this is not one for the photo albumn !

Then , pastor invited into our minds a picture from God’s gallery of an unlikely saints. One I thought looked just like me. He invited Mephibosheth..imagehttp://www.goodsalt.com

Suddenly through the Word and the Spirit, we saw how Daddy defined saint. It became a definition filled with His work toward us rather than our work for Him. We saw a saint in the making: Mephibosheth, a cripple child of God.https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=2%20Samuel%2020&version=KJV. Pastor told the story of David seeking, Mephibosheth, the son of his friend Jonathan who he had promised favor.

We saw David, keeping his covenant made with Jonathan, calling Mephibosheth born limp and unable to come to him at all. Also, much afraid and ashamed , he hid from the servants of the King. In spite of his lameness , he was brought by the King to the table of the king to sit in the limelight of the kingdom. There he was to feast and be nourished by the King.
Suddenly, in the shadow of this gospel story, we saw a true image of a “saint”. We saw something called and set apart for the kingdom. As the disciples so turned the world upside down, the Spirit so turned the word “saint” upside down in our souls. We saw Jesus, the King, lift us from the crippling of sin to the healing table of His  presence!  It was a calling , this title. a Title to no longer  “run away” from but to “run with”.

We were brought by the arms of King Jesus to feast at Daddy’s table!!!  The temperature became  warm, the chairs became royal ones , our legs became strong and our faces radiant. It was all very true in our hearts. Jesus alone had made us Saints!  Like our adoption papers given in Ephesians , our  authenticity papers of Sainthood were real . And bought with a very great price ! So,  when Pastor said “turn to your neighbor and say ‘I am a Saint’ we boldly said ”  I am a saint”!

And now we boldly proclaim to all of the church of RLOC : Grace and peace from God our Father  and  The Lord  Jesus  Christ  to you who are loved by God and called to be SAINTS!!

( Romans 1:7)

AMEN

The Door to Romans

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“You know the old folks said it was a road sister” the boy said as he walked with the girl toward a large mansion.

“I know what they said brother !! But, I’m telling you it aint no road!! It’s a castle! Its Daddy’s castle where every treasure is kept and the bestest meal is served. ” she said starting a jog towards the mansion.

“Well you know we probably wont get to go in . Cause, Look at all those people outside the door!. See all those folks trying to just look in . And , look sis, .see them folks with their ears to the door. Daddy must have the doors locked!!. You know sis, Some places Daddy made you just cant go into yet ” the boy said as he stopped pulling her hand back.

‘Oh silly you just dont know nothin ‘. the girl said as she pulled the arm of the boy toward the mansion.” Hurry up boy! You see them folks with their ears to the door. That’s just what we gotta do to get the doors wide open. We gotta get our ears against that castle door. Come on we are going in.” . .

Many of us have heard the phrase “the Romans road” referring to a set of scriptures from Romans that leads a person to salvation. On Tuesday, night as we gathered to enter Romans, I saw it not as a map of roads to a destination but , as Pastor Chris said , “the foundation of the spiritual building we call the church”.

As we listened to Pastor give an introduction to the Book of Romans , we saw this building, this large eternal dwelling of Word, packed in every crevice and corner. It is packed with wonders and majesties and mysteries and gifts from our Daddy God. . Some of us looked in the window and,seeing artifacts of the Great Mercy of God, were ready to run through the door. Instead of letting us run ,our Daddy had us stand at the the door and gaze at the massive  introduction . An introduction that stands seven verses tall.

We stood at this door to see there was a sign from our tour guide Paul. A sign and signature  we have seen from other followers of Jesus like Timothy, James , Peter and Jude. These brothers also put at the door of their letters the sign post “bondservant of Christ” . In these very  words we found the key to entering the mansion. The words “bondservant” became the key to the door of Romans for us on Tuesday .

“Bondservant of God”: this precisely cut condition of our soul is what Pastor referred to as the whole purpose of the book of Romans. He said it was “coming out of an ‘end of self’ and into the beginning of God”. Here we recall words like “submit” that were taught from the book of Ephesians.

Pastor shared that the term “bond-servant” is a translation of the original Greek word “doulos” meaning “one who is subserviant to and entirely at the disposal of his master, a slave or servant”. Ready for the voice of the master, the servant has no other authority and listens to no other voice.  He has put all allegiance to His master because his master owns him.  He has bought him.  Pastor reminded us how our God has bought us. And unlike any other servant exchange, any story of redemption  in history, the Master , Our LORD, became the debtor to gain the slave!.

From the Hebrew word “ebed” with its similar meaning we hear the heart of the bondservant in the Old covenant (Exodous 21:5-6) .“But if the slave plainly says ‘I LOVE MY MASTER, my wife and my children: I will not go out free. Then his master shall bring him to God and he shall bring him to the door or the doorpost . And his master shall bore his ear through with an awl, and he shall be his slave FOREEVER!.” (ESV)

“The bond servant owes everything to His Master and he finds it his desire to serve the Master who has given him everything” Pastor said. Surely, our hearts were taken as we recalled what the Lord had done for each of us. , We did not rush into Romans.

We stood in awe and pondered how  our Master’s love,  announced in every book of the Old Testament, has now performed the redemption promised.  Many of us  longed to be as Paul and  to set our ear ,in love , against this door of this great Daddy’s heart. Nailing it to the door in prayer. http://vunglaub.com/2014/11/14/bondservants-prayer-doulos-dirge/

Brothers and sisters may  we ask for this key, this condition of our soul  as we enter Romans . And ,as we look to Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith,  With  this key we can be certain we will enter Romans in an “obedience of and  from faith”.

Romans 1:1-6  Paul , a bond-servant of Christ Jesus, called as an apostle, set apart for the gospel of God , which he promised beforehand through His prophets in the Holy Scriptures, concerning His son, who was born of a descendant of David according to the flesh, who was declared the Son of God with power by the resurrection from the dead, according to the Spirit of holiness, Jesus Christ our Lord, through who we have received grace and apostleship to bring about the obedience of faith among all the gentiles for His name sake among who you also are the called of Jesus Christ.

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 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 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.