There is a remembrance of those who have gone before us, through snow, ice, wind, rain and hail to break the will of weed, pests, ground and till the soil.
“They are gone those who have made these legends, but their SPRINT REMAINS, broken rotted and weathered.” Quote from Timberline by Helen Bonfields.
I returned to Nebraska and its bird calls every morning, its road kills that remind me we still have deer, does and fawns, raccoons, and varmints of every color. Nearby a red fox raised her kits who were pouncing on each other. The red cardinal still makes his early chant with tweets measured by signals you count and tweet back and he changes the number of chirps. But there was something more about the genuine reckoning with Mother nature, her force, her sunsets, her longing for mankind to work with her and not against her.
Raised in the city, schooled in a private church school setting, my/our families minds were diverted to some place beyond ourselves, beyond our horizon and beyond our Universe. The old telescope in the park was where I first met a white page in the sky and old astronomer told us we were looking at polar bear in snowstorm eating marshmallows and I was hooked.
Perhaps this love affair with nature, plants and animals was genuine love for God at an early age when I asked my Mother and sister to bow down by our bed and pray for Chico my dog who was dying from hepatitis, with no cure in sight.
Daddy had hung the old coat they had used for a bed on the clothes line. Mom was looking out the window past the fish bowl where the guppies swam and the snail lapped his way around the bowl. She was not eager to open the heavy door to the garage, she knew Chico was dead.
But I was eager to see Chico and Mother was stalling, so I waited watching the scene in the fishbowl.
Finally Mom walked slowly down the back steps and to the garaged door and lifted it up. There was Chico standing up, wiggling around, and wanting to run, but his little weak legs were stumbling and he fell down and got up and fell down and headed to the grass to roll around. Mom was crying. I was laughing. And Chico was alive not dead.
Stoic Mom, was the kind who said, “When you get in your canoe and get to the other side of the lake (of life) get out.” At the age of 97 mom had seen it all, WWII, Korean War, Vietnam, and without a tear, but when she told the story of her little girls praying for that ugly dog Chico, she always had a tear.
No matter how calloused she seemed, and ready to fling a sloppy dishrag at us when we teased her, Mom really liked to be in the middle of the gang, and her humor never left here. Her playful SPIRIT and my dad’s submission led to plaque, he signed and nailed to an aspen support pillar in the cabin.
“I am Captain of this ship and I have my Wife’s permission to say so.”
So the gang’s all here and what the heck to we care now!
As our lives have peeled off in different directions to missionary spots from Guam, Hong Kong, Singapore, Malawi and Trinidad we all came back to a family dedicated to share the gospel of “HE CAME, HE LIVED, HE DIED, HE ROSE AGAIN, and someday we will be united in the Family Circle again when we’re taken HOME to be with HIM and HIS family of FRIENDS.
When our family was ripped about by few wrong choices, I was faced the longest and loneliest time of my life. I would awake about 3 AM and would find peace to sleep in reading about the life of Christ. He understood my sorrow, He understood in every way, the complicated path we take in finding relationships.
So, if I have wounded someone along my way, if I have said some tThing to make you run away, then please forgive me this day. For there’s new day coming when we sit by the fire and digest the HUMOR of THE HOUR in reminding each other of our faults, and I CAN ROOST my friends and we can laugh as WE LOOK BACK, where GOD had taken us to learn the facts! LIFE hurts, LIFE laughs, LIFE is where we make our footprints in the snow, like the bunny tracks.
Exo 23:20 Behold, I send an Angel before thee, to keep thee in the way, and to bring thee into the place which I have prepared.
Exo 23:21 Beware of him, and obey his voice, provoke him not; for he will not pardon your transgressions: for my name is in him.
Exo 23:22 But if thou shalt indeed obey his voice, and do all that I speak; then I will be an enemy unto thine enemies, and an adversary unto thine adversaries.
My angel has done good! My angel had taken me places I did not want to go. My angel knew to prepare me for many days of time-off to rethink just how great is was to be in happy family. My angel has led me to learn more and more about Jesus and His plan to return someday very soon to gather his little lambs back into the fold.
There something to look forward every day when you know you angel knows the best way for us to learn is by our own EXPERIENCE.
And each of you know by EXPERIENCE what things cause you the MOST PAIN, and man’s inhumanity to man is greatest sin, and those who cause us pain, do not understand how we can LOVE A GOD, whose pain was worse than ours, in order to gain us ENTRANCE into HIS WORLD, beyond the stars.
I thank you Lord in heaven for putting cow pies on the path to the barn when we brought the cows home from the pasture. Life is messy but the consistency of a “cow pie” was what the dentist ordered for me to make the mix he needed for the Plaster of Paris in the dental office.
Why is it the kids from the farm make better leaders? Is it because they’ve stepped in a few cow pies, and don’t want you to do the same?
All this transition from city to farm and back to where contented cows still like deep grass with daisy’s hanging from their mouth, I came to see the puzzles in poetry written by the prophets who were poets, came to be a mystery worth wadding into. Because no matter the smell of life, it goes better with wildlife, pastures, clouds and place to stretch your legs and learn something from your work in nature everyday.
So when I taught the kids, a few samples of how the parables of Jesus give a new twist in our generation, they turned a verse in the Bible that tells of a frightening ASTEROID coming TO DESTROY US by throwing a TIDAL WAVE over New York City INTO…the SOON COMING CLOUD OF ANGELS, who we are told, are flipping over and around the orbit like a gaggle of Nebraska Sandhill Craines over the Harlan County Dam.
And I WISH TO END THIS PLIGHT to SEND YOU TO THE PAGE in Revelation 8:8 that has NOTHING TO DO with GOD wishing to destroy you! Nor does it figure into a comet coming to end your life.
When you replace the “word” sea, with the SEA OF HUMANITY, you have the colorful words of an ANNOUNCER a CELEBRITY sending you THE KEY to GATES OF HIS GIFT TO YOU AND ME…..with the added phrase. “Do not be afraid” What He has, He has made for you and me. It is a gift of ETERNITY, made in Heaven.
There is a little quirk in the life of angel who HAD IT ALL, and DECIDED TO GAMBLE on taking on the LEADERSHIP OF ALL THE ANGELS IN HEAVEN, and when Lucifer failed to attract souls to his den, he forced them to get down on their knees and bend to him. And in “force” there is no kindness, or gentle SPIRIT.
We are living in the FINAL RESOLUTION of who will be OUR KING!
It is not a easy thing to say: “GIVE ME LIBERTY OR GIVE ME DEATH.” but this is my request for I know who purchased by FREEDOM and it caused HIS DEATH. Why should I not be willing to die for Him, he died for me.
I know I missed some “a’s” as I reread the manuscript. I also am reminded about the use of the bathroom, as the SWEETEN UP ROOM and con’t come out until you’ve SWEETENED UP! lol
Mom had way of knowing how the corn would ripen…given enough time. And she put us in the bathroom, with a seat to sit on, or bathtub to get in, we had water both hot and cold, and the old paint flashed linoleum, I found a rabbit sitting on a toilet, just like me among the other crazy designs made by mankind to adore.
If life gets me down, I could find a pattern in the hard wood, like the hardwood on floor right now. As I look down there is a pattern etched into the grain when a phone call gathered me from the tub and drops splashed down to rub into this history of the blood, sweat and tears that make up our World History.
And as our cat passes by to her bed by window, to explore the backyard and await the birds who come calling to garden and its worms . . .our world is threatned by a GOD, who knows we, like corn, will ripen as we wait, to eagerly greet a new day, a better life, with friends and family as we tend to miss the very important day of life. . .to go the “Filling Station” and get caught up on the NEWS.
Yesterday the young man Dallas and his wife, also known as our “undertaker,” is “grounded” or “quarantined” with his wife, because he tests positive for cornavirus.
This invasion of THE PLAGUES that would come as a result of walking away from GOD, and listening to other VOICES rather then the LIFE GIVER, shows us the same pattern as the ones who mocked our Lord, and crucified His Son. It was THEN IN HISTORY, men began to worship the LADY OF SIN even taking her into the Notre Dame Cathedral.
It was the AGE OF REASON and sin for a season. It was the worship of the Mother instead of Her Son, the Jewish baby born to die for our sins.
I wonder at Christmas how many forget, the little black curly haired Jewish boy, who sang as he sanded boards to make into tables and chairs?
I wonder if we realize the COST of each nail piercing Him to the Cross.
And the students today who claim, he never died, he couldn’t have been raised from the dead and Jesus could not have gone to heaven in a cloud, its just a fairy tale…OH MY FRIEND…had you been there, you would have seen HIS DIE, and the time appointed for the man to kill the Lamb, in the Temple was a thick veil between the HOLY and HOLIEST Place, and when it torn from top to bottom, it was revealed the HOLY ARK OF THE COVENANT was not inside. They HOLY SPIRIT HAD COME IN A BODY. WHEN “DEATH” WAS NEEDED TO BE PRONOUNCED, A SOLIDER DREW HIS SWORD AND PIERCED THE SIDE, AND THE WATER AND THE BLOOD FLOWED DOWN HIS SIDE, THROUGH A CRACK MADE IN THE STONE, TO THE TOP OF THE MERCY SEAT ON THE ARK OF THE COVENANT ABOUT 20 FEET BELOW THE SITE WHERE HE WAS CRUCIFIED.
Caiaphas The High Priest demanded with an oath for Jesus to declare who he was.
Mat 26:62 And the high priest arose, and said unto him, Answerest thou nothing? what is it which these witness against thee?
Mat 26:63 But Jesus held his peace. And the high priest answered and said unto him, I adjure thee by the living God, that thou tell us whether thou be the Christ, the Son of God.
Mat 26:64 Jesus saith unto him, Thou hast said: nevertheless I say unto you, Hereafter shall ye see the Son of man sitting on the right hand of power, and coming in the clouds of heaven.
Mat 26:65 Then the high priest rent his clothes, saying, He hath spoken blasphemy; what further need have we of witnesses? behold, now ye have heard his blasphemy.
Mat 26:66 What think ye? They answered and said, He is guilty of death.
Mat 26:67 Then did they spit in his face, and buffeted him; and others smote him with the palms of their hands,
Mat 26:68 Saying, Prophesy unto us, thou Christ, Who is he that smote thee?
May I END with
I can claim YOU ARE THE SON and I AM THE DAUGHTER OF JESUS CHRIST! This is not blasphemy today, we are the sons and daughters of God.
And today you can change who you worship but you cannot change the DAY, HE MADE HOLY, SANCTIFIED and BLESSED, because no matter how good we are we are NOT THE CREATOR IN GENESIS ONE, ONE.