Called on a ten day fast from all things dietary (but water) and social, the Lord was drawing me aside to spend time with Him and His saints and to prepare me for the future.
The Lord has given me instruction
To wait and fast and pray,
To submit to this preparation,
To accept all, come what may.
Come, My darling, come away
To a land where there is only day;
Loving hearts await you there
Where you will rest, free from all care.
Come, My friend, why hesitate?
I know, you’re thinking of your mate.
She’ll be okay, I promise you,
I have yet more for her to do.
The time will come to meet again,
Not in a bog but pleasant glen,
Where you will meet with warm embrace,
With joy and gladness, face to face.
Your son, Jonathan, I gave to you;
I’ll make sure his heart is true
And when their time is finally through
I’ll restore them both to you.
Moon River Estates, Jan. 29, 1998
The scalpel, cod liver oil and discipline are examples of the many things in life undesirable and hard to take but which are there usually for our good. It will not suffice to judge good and bad by our own understanding which is "understanding." We can tell nothing by appearance. So our selfishness is removed by trials and tribulations, fires that purge us of pride, self-sufficiency and arrogance in which we think we know what is best for us. There come times when we are troubled And in that trouble we have nowhere to turn it seems. At such a time of desperation we cry out for help. Somehow, having asked for help before, We receive no reply. But our cry must be loud enough and earnest enough to be heard. "Prince Valiant, Prince Majesty, come to my aid; Only you can save me now. I've waited too long and now I must turn To such as yourself for deliverance. Oh! But I need a miracle! I need a shining light, The sound of thunder and a shaking of earth; No less will do for me now! A chariot of God; to take me up Leaving my enemies far below. Who is this man I wait for? A man in shining armour, Fitted from head to toe; With perfect knowledge, power and wisdom, Compassion with overflow; A flaming sword in his hand, Magnificent shield in arm; There is no standing up to him... Invincible is his name. Who is it I hear knocking at the door? Another enemy? Is it more trouble?" I view through the peephole an unpleasant specta...
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Though many who presume to preach the gospel of salvation would deny this, they give people the impression that, upon believing the gospel, all trials and troubles will flee. While it is true that if we walk in truth and righteousness we save ourselves untold evils, it is evil which the Lord uses to break us and mold us after His likeness. And these trials can be far more difficult than those we had previously. Take Paul for example. Was he whipped, stoned and beaten with rods when an unbelieving Jew according to the flesh, sitting amongst friends at the feet of Gamaliel? The evils applied to us for good develop invulnerability and immortality. Resilience, where would I be If not for your helping hand? At one time I was deathly ill, So vulnerable to the slightest afflictions. Scratches would hold sway Like a pestilence And linger in my soul For years. But now like a ball of Indian rubber, I bounce away from a wall of brick Whereas once I was as an egg. The past is a fearful jailor, A formidable tormentor as well. With an iron grip, With shackles and chains, It held me In bitterness and regret, In shame and dismay, In helpless thoughts Of revenge and amends. Not so now. Resilience has come, Riding upon healing, Healing harnessed in pardon, And now I am free. Afflictions still come And pain is there From enemies far greater In power and number With liberties of warfare Given to them And denied to me. But whereas a scratch was o...