Life and Death Speak

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The waters overpower us
With ruinous waves so high;
We cling tightly to each other
As lifeless bodies float by.

“Mama! Mama! Help me!”
My little one cries out;
My strength is waning fast
Numbing pain releasing doubt.

Up and down, back and forth
The waves shake us like dolls;
We spit out water to take in air
As the tide our spirit mauls.

My eyes are stuck wide open
My fingers glued to her coat;
She no longer screams “Mama!”
Utter silence swathes her throat.

Prayers of anguish gurgle forth
Amidst the roaring sea spray;
“Oh, my God!” “Help me, Lord!”
Become epithets spoken today.

Menial things matter not anymore
Squabbles are quickly laid aside;
Many to-do’s or forgotten sins
Are swigs for the ravenous tide.

There’s lots of dying, Dear one,
Enough to sate death’s thirst;
Life is clinging to another breath
Till you think you’ll surely burst.

Is this the true “Amen” corner
When all of life is predated?
When the Almighty speaks His word
And reclaims what He’s created?

So be it… from dawn to setting sun;
Life and death speak with one voice:
So be it…Lord Jesus, please come!

[Written on the fourth day after a massive earthquake and ensuing tsunami devastated Japan’s people.]

You Gotta Have Heart

 

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Psalm 139:23 “Search me, O God, and know my heart; try me and know me and see if there be any wicked way in me…”

Recently I sought my doctor’s advice regarding a chronic imbalance problem.  He directed me to undergo a stress test to evaluate my heart’s functions.  The first phase of this test is a cardiac ultrasound machine which takes pictures of the heart in action prior to the stress-induced treadmill aspect. Following the treadmill exercise, the patient returns to the ultrasound machine for additional pictures of the heart which is now recovering from the stress.

As I lay upon the table underneath the machine, I watched its creeping movement as it tediously crossed over the chest area, clicking photos as it swept the heart area from the right to the left. Words from a psalmist came to mind as this medical contraption fulfilled its duty for the technician. “Search me, oh God, and know my heart…”

Laying there I prayed, “Lord, search my heart and my spirit as this machine is doing. Search out any defects or irregularities that inhibit my heart and make it whole again. You are the Creator and know me through and through. You don’t need pictures to review; you made all the parts. I lay here spread out before you and confess any sinful willfulness. Repair my heart, Lord, and correct its path. Point it in sync with your will and purpose. Thank you, Father. You are the Great Technician. In Jesus’ name.”

Amen!

Declaration

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I heard the moaning of hills and valleys,
The discord beneath these United States;
Utter turmoil heaves up the sod and dirt,
While sacred blood and bones, it obliterates.

July fourth, seventeen hundred seventy-six,
A declaration was solemnly laid down,
Ending in the absolution of all our past
Allegiance to the tyrannical British Crown.

“When in the Course of human events…”
It published solemnly, and boldly declared
“…we hold these truths to be self-evident…”
(Down the barrel of a British cannon we stared.)

“…that all men are created equal,” it avowed
With “unalienable Rights,” by their creator,
“…Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.”
The British government soon shouted, “Traitor!”

We prayed “protection of divine Providence,
And mutually pledged each other our Lives,
Our Fortunes and our sacred Honor,” too;
For “freedom and independence” we strive.

May we gives thanks to God for His provision of such stalwart forefathers who began the framework for this great nation. God bless these United States!

Rise O Lord

Oh God, be Thou exalted over my possessions.

Nothing of earth’s treasures shall seem dear unto me if only thou art glorified in my life.

Be thou exalted over my friendships.

I am determined that thou shalt be above all, though I must stand deserted and alone in the midst of the earth.

Be thou exalted above my comforts.

Though it mean the loss of bodily comforts and the carrying of heavy crosses, I shall keep my vow made this day before thee.

Be thou exalted over my reputation.

Make me ambitious to please thee even if as a result I must sink into obscurity and my name be forgotten as a dream.

Rise, O Lord, into thy proper place of honor, above my ambitions, above my likes and dislikes, above my family, my health, and even my life itself.

Let me decrease that thou mayest increase, let me sink that thou mayest rise above.

Ride forth upon me as thou didst ride into Jerusalem mounted upon the humble little beast, a colt, the foal of an ass, and let me hear the children cry to thee, “Hosanna in the highest.”

~Prayer of A. W. Tozer

Homeward Wing the Birds

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Matthew 6:6   “But you, when you pray, enter into your closet, and when you have shut the door, pray to your Father which is in secret; and your Father which sees in secret shall reward you openly.”

If you hear me say, “I’ve got to go to my closet,” it is not what you think.  I’m not looking for wearing apparel. I must lift someone up to the Lord and need to retire to a quiet place, hence, my closet.

Did you play “Pretend” when you were a child?  Many of us did.  We would make believe we had an invisible friend to relate to, talk to; we’d just have fun.  This friend was as real as real could be, when you are a child.  One day you grow up and realize it was merely child’s play.

Now grown and no longer playing games, I hope you have a real friend, your personal Savior, Jesus Christ.  You can walk with Him and talk with Him, and He is as real as any person you’ve ever seen or imagined.  Jesus is there to share your needs, your joys, your burdens and those of others.  Look upon prayer as a serious privilege and duty, along with a deep relationship, a holy union.

What is really happening when you pray for the needs of another?  Do you understand this mystery?

You have taken their spirit’s need and drawn them into the presence of the Lord and formed a holy accord.  Quieting your mind and spirit, you enter into this prayer closet and tell it all to Jesus.  From your heart and soul, you bear those burdens to Him, and the Holy Spirit prays with you throughout this gathering.

Such as, “Lord, this is my friend, Mary, and she is in need of your help.  She is suffering from dizziness and severe headaches.   .   .   ”

You continue in spirit, hushed by the stillness and peace emanating from His presence.  It is a special moment when Spirit speaks with spirit.  In time you come away with the sense that the need is in God’s hand, and His peace reigns supreme in your heart and in the heart of the one in need.  The Lord has heard . . . and all is well.

Shalom

Jesus, Kneel Beside Me

~Allen Eastman Cross

Jesus, kneel beside me in the dawn of day;

Thine is prayer eternal—teach me how to pray!

Master, work beside me in the shining sun;

Gently guide Thy servant till the work be done.

Savior, watch beside me in the closing light;

Lo, the evening cometh—watch with me this night!

Birds are winging homeward, sun and shadow cease;

Savior, take my spirit to Thy perfect peace.  Amen

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The Dust of Broken Promises

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2 Chron. 7:14  If my people which are called by my name, shall humble themselves and pray, and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then will I hear from heaven  and will forgive their sin and will heal their land.

 We are living in troubled times, not merely in America but the world over.  Wars and rumors of wars, nation against nation, kingdom against kingdom, famines and pestilences and earthquakes in various places, all these are shaking up the dust of promises we have broken between our Creator, almighty God.  He admonishes us to “humble ourselves and pray . . . seek his face and turn from our wicked ways.” 

Humility combined with the fear of the Lord brings honor and life.  

Proverbs 22:4. 

It brings into awareness a true and right relationship with God.  The Bible contains many references regarding humility in the concordance at the end of the book.  Reviewing these examples of how actual people developed a strong union with God may help instill in us this same humility.  They lived moral lives, worshipped God in awe, yet prayed and fasted,  repented of their sins and asked God for forgiveness.

Another source of godly living is following the lives of strong Christian leaders in today’s world.  Listen to their words, watch their actions, and pray for their relationships with God.   We can learn from true followers of Christ as they demonstrate their love for Him.

A minister of the 1900s who vividly expressed a deep and humble adoration through his prayer life was A. W. Tozer:

Lord, I would trust Thee completely; I would be altogether Thine; I would exalt Thee above all.  I desire that I may feel no sense of possessing anything outside of Thee. I want constantly to be aware of Thy overshadowing Presence and to hear Thy speaking Voice.  I long to live in restful sincerity of heart.  I want to live so fully in the Spirit that all my thought may be as sweet incense ascending to Thee and every act of my life may be an act of worship. Therefore I pray in the words of Thy great servant of old, “I beseech Thee so for to cleanse the intent of mine heart with the unspeakable gift of Thy grace, that I may perfectly love Thee and worthily praise Thee.”  And all this I confidently believe Thou wilt grant me through the merits of Jesus Christ thy son.  Amen.

When we walk with the Lord in the light of His Word,

What a glory He sheds on our way!

While we do His good will, He abides with us still,

And with all who will trust and obey.

(~John Sammis)

 

Humble ourselves and admit it . . . we’re broken.  Let’s pray, folks.

A Room to Borrow?

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Do you remember when ….

 . . .churches used to be open every day, all day, all night, holidays, and ordinary days?  Why?

People needed them, and not merely for Sunday services and perhaps Wednesday night prayer meetings and Bible study. A church was a sanctuary, a shelter from the storms of life, a sacred place where you could commune with God, a place to find peace and quiet.  What happened?

The privilege was abused?  Not safe?  People stole things?  People started fires to keep warm on cold days?  Babies were left on the front steps?  No one had time to supervise the activities?  Not one?  No one cared enough?  Is God still there?  Sure is.

Our needs are the same today as they were years ago.   People are looking for peace amid the bustles of the day. “Oh, I wish I could find peace and quiet.”  But today they are looking in all the wrong places.  The day we shut up the doors to God’s house for anything but per functionary events was the day we turned the needs of the people over to Satan. 

Most every town has lots of churches– First Baptist Churches there, Evangelical Churches here, Presbyterian ones up the street, across from Churches of Christ.  St. Leo’s Catholic Church is two blocks away, and up the hill is a Lutheran church.  One thing they have in common:  they are open but a few hours a week.  Services are performed, classes are given, and sermons are spoken…then the doors are closed and locked.

How about a prayer chapel at least, open 24-7, a place of solace, in every active church?  Surely there is a small room available, a corner with no distractions?

Maybe…

…all these churches sitting idle on street corners, empty, no activities,

…maybe somehow it could be worked out for someone to volunteer their time, or make it safe somehow, make it so no one will steal, set on fire, or any other bad thing?

I think it would be a good thing

…and it could happen

…and it needs to happen.

People need the Lord.

…people need a place to think and pray

…a safe place, nice and peaceful.

Pass it on…

…maybe someone can find a way?

I pray.

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You Saw Me Crying in the Chapel

(Words & music by Arthur Glenn)

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You saw me crying in the chapel.

The tears I shed were tears of joy

I know the meaning of contentment

Now I am happy with the Lord

Just a plain and simple chapel

Where humble people go to pray

I pray the Lord that I’ll grow stronger

As I live from day to day.