My Children, what have you done to my creation? How could you cast away the stewards I appointed and appoint there very captors? In my temple you have spread your hate, in the most sacred of holy places.
For this I shall reveal his face and watch you hide yours in shame.
Pray to the spirit of Peace, for it is terrible for the unprepared to suddenly see his grace. Every moment you turned your back on me will be revealed all at once. Pray to the Holy spirit and let him descend upon you, only than will you receive my peace.
Every movie is the same and it always has the same message. A hero or heroine has to save the world and everybody seems to know it except the hero. It plays out over and over again around the world as if they are trying to convince somebody of this ultimate truth. Maybe that somebody is...........Maybe that hero is......wait for it......
Consumed by you my God after laying to waste the Fear that had lived in me for so long, to long.
I could only do it through you, with you and for you. I feel the Holy Spirit descending upon me and resting in that place left vacant by the fear I harbored. Its as if I am finally spreading my wings and answering your eternal calling, taking the first steps to my destiny and fulfilling the instructions you gave me when we made this place.
She trained for a job that didn't even exist, they even told her it never would. She carried on the fight for her Father and learned to fight even better than her mother. She never stopped, never quit, never surrendered until her opponents did. Now the world bows to her and so do I.
My son to me: I don't believe in God.
Me to my son: I believe in you.
My son to me: What happens if everyone else believes but I dont?
Me to my son: Nothing
Son to me: What if I do believe, than what happens.
I wasnt born yesterday, I didnt graditate top of my class niether
My momma tried to teach me wrong from right
I sure wished I would have learnt
things would have been so much easier on me
easy on me
I know I did more wrong than right
eashy on me
I know my time has come
easy on me
I know its time to pay for what I have done
easy one me
I met a man in New Orleans who said he knew my face
though he could not see me
I met a woman in Detroit who said she knew my voice
though she could not hear me
they all sang
easy on me, oh Lord, easy on me.
-Ole Uncle Snakebyte.
Maybe the papers, the movies, the songs, the world ending, the special, the hero, the savior of all of mankind, maybe its all loud and clear. It is my time to clean up my act and show them what I got.. God is going to show his secret weapon in his right hand, he had some sharpening to do.
my great grandparents had one of these outside the shed that I played on as a kid. Not knowing its signifigance in my adult spiritual life until just these last few days.
Oh heavenly Father, you have sheltered me from mine enemies, now while we are in hiding yet, put me to the stone and sharpen me for battle. I am yours master, use me up.
I grew up a good catholic boy in Burbank California. It seemed odd to go to confession in a town that was dedicated to telling tall tails. And usually that's about all I had to confess. But still more often than not I found myself sitting in the pew staring at a very stern looking St. Joseph. And than it would start. I could hear her wailing and crying behind the confessional door. I wondered what she could have done this week that caused her such anguish. And this would last for at least three decades of hell marys and glory bees. She would come out of there worn and exhausted looking and kneel down in prayer. It has taken me forty years to figure out that my future was the cause of all her sorrow.
Every thing that has ever happened, or is ever going to happen, is happening right now.
I watched porn and than fell asleep feeling guilty and asking god for forgivness. When I work up we were watching a show on cable about a cambodian man who lost his penis while he was retrieving his fishing net, it was bitten off by a fish.
I said to him? How can I be son? How Can I be the holy one?? Havent you seen what I ve done? How can I be the only one ? Isnt that asking to much? Im sure they think im the devil now, its like they read my mind. it tortures all of my time. How can be the son? how can be the holy one? Isnt it to late for me? ,
and he just smiled at me. " They said that about me too ... and than he sang
Your Kingdom waits for you
you know whats got to be done
times a wasting my son come on come come come on and follow there follow into Fathers paradise open your eyes if you want to see,, open open open to everything
your kingdom for you. Your kingdom waits for you
and than I swam under a shelf and found an octopus who was playing guitar he wouldn't look at me and he pointed a few free arms towards the next reef over. I could hear the chorus of angels singing from there watery mouths as they glided around me this band of brothers and sisters raised there voices in harmony humming the very vibration of the deep blue see, they bid me join them as mercy swallowed me.
To paint your sky late above the frozen lake
to give you new life
and let you struggle with the old.
You are an almond tree, the one blossom, the one fruit,
of all the millions
That the king hand picks and savors as his own.
When I was in fourth grade I was invited to a birthday party at a kids house that had a pool. It was summertime so naturally we were all swimming. I decided to walk on the water, and the other kids tried it too, but they couldn't and than they became angry and beat me up bruising my face and blood was coming from my nose and I couldn't breath. Forty years later and I'm just now starting to remember.
I had the pleasure of meeting sister Helen Prejean at the Sacred Heart Retirement Convent in Kalmazoo Mi where she was stopping on a speaking tour. At the time I couldn't have been any deeper into my holy roller phase, at this point I was sure I was our Lord. I stood in line with book in hand (which I actually read) and waited my turn. When I introduced myself and put out my hand I said something like "Blessed are the pure of heart,
for they shall see God. She looked at me and winked saying " Who said that, You?"
It is Costa Rica where I don't think a dog has ever been on a leash. Relaxing in a hammock this guy jumped up and joined me. A great deal of petting and playing passed when his owner showed up. He told me in broken English that he has never put his dog on a leash, " It is important he knows he is free, it is good for the health!"
Like the roots hiding under the rainforest floor we are tangled together. Reaching towards our creator breaking the earth and unfolding each individual a leaf, a feather, a colorful frog. A river runs through us giving us new life every time we die. We are in this together.
I too have been misunderstood as much as I have misunderstood. Just like you I have fasted in the desert for forty one days and camped next to our father in the glorious sunshine that followed the rain. Like you I brought good tidings from the Kingdom and left the imprint of glory on ghosts unaware. The children believe in me like they believe in you. There devotion is heartbreaking and a tribute to you, did it seem that way to you too? Wake me up as I sleep tonight, come to my window and radiate it with your light and the angels heralds delight, transform me into the man you meant me to be for our name sake alone! Have mercy on your enslaved son for the sake of your famous mercy for I too have a brother named James who encouraged me to "see it through".
The moment I begin to feel like I might actually lose her I lose my breath. I always wind up becoming much closer to God and praying naked, ashamed, repentant, adamant and without abandon. Its the most honest moments I will ever have with my Lord and creator. When I open my eyes I am in her arms and able to breath again.