A Writer’s Mind

A writer’s mind, where two atoms explode, creates the nucleus of everything in print.


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A gift from God, I know not why. I’m an ordinary man with thoughts maybe as deep as an ocean. I meditate about the Dawn, as she greets me in the morn. A messenger from God above leaves me little doubt about which to write.

The current events of my rollercoaster life is a book by itself. Every day seems to be another chapter. From childhood abuse and misery as a kid, I was left alone. Divorce, self-centeredness, and unruly parents that never grew up, made me a by-product, a reaction from, and the rebound of… well.  Deep within, I’m nothing like my complexion.

Though a lot of my messages are holy as God anoints them, I often sit and wonder what it is that I’m to say. My last few months, tactfully speaking, I am maneuvering as incredible information comes to light. A history untold, lies in the folds of a courthouse or two, waiting to be exhumed. You think you can trust a congregation but I’m afraid there are a few attending, solely to allude. Satan moves from steeple to steeple. But God has little use for those who can’t rebuke their evil ways. So I watch the sins and I pray, God, heavenly Father, take away this satanic monster! There has to be something in this life worth living for.

The timing is never perfect, at least for Him. My phone rings and a voice from long ago springs into action. An angel from heaven has come to save me! Now that is another story full of mystery.

With my mind racing, there are too many empty pages I must cover in my thoughts. The page is turned and there’s no looking back. With another door closed, God prepares me for His purpose. I follow my heart. Broken, I get off my knees and turn the other cheek.
So I dress for the onslaught…. my friends and followers call; I’m obligated. My words, I pray, are blessed from above. The things I see, no one would believe….

Presently, my life has revolved around two names and their names have dictated my life as of late. Crazy like the eclipse that moved from West to East, the sun rises in the opposite direction. It blankets where upheaval persists. A writer’s mind may not be full of imagination when life, in fact, is truer than fiction!

“My God, why have you forsaken me”, a quote we all know. My Father looks down and yells at me, “Pick up a pen – WRITE! I’ve saved you more times than you know.”

Sometimes we just need to pay attention!

A writer’s mind, where two atoms explode, creates the nucleus of everything in print. I used to write His messages on paper, but not anymore!! I look at a blank screen while thoughts scramble. My thumb is worn out.

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I, being a man much like Moses, why, God, did you commence me to be something I’m not?? I have no computer or writing skills. I’ll do my best though with my lack of education. Your challenge is met!

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And just like that, a calm, seemingly quiet morning and now the power goes out! You wonder why I don’t sit and bang the keys of a laptop? Here we go….the mystery of life starts over. I wonder what happened? Oh, they say a transformer blew and knocked out everyone up to six blocks.

I’m just happy I write right here on this 5.3 diagonal screen….. some stuff, you know, just can’t be made up!

 


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And the Lord answered me:  Write the vision; make it plain on tablets, so he may run who reads it.   (Habakkuk 2:2)

The Lord will open to you his good treasury, the heavens, to give the rain to your land in its season and to bless all the work of your hands. And you shall lend to many nations, but you shall not borrow.   (Deuteronomy 28:12)

For God is not a God of confusion but of peace. As in all the churches of the saints  (1 Corinthians 14:33)

Almighty Child

Children that perceive such miraculous perception ought to flatter themselves in Holy water. Parent abuse is common….

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The word spread and men came bearing gifts. Animals grazed out in the meadows…. we all know the story. A child was born by miraculous conception. There is no other miracle greater than a child that two parents have been blessed with from God. Ah, yes. But most of us have experienced the blessing of your child’s birth. Then our kids grow up and they have the misconception they can do no wrong …

Too many times, I find friends being scolded by their children. It’s as if the child inherited permission from their grandparents. I sat outside in a refreshing breeze last night and listened to how an adolescent can run their lives better than their parents. Though some have never had the pleasure of bearing a child, the Almighty Child can do no wrong. A legend in their own mind, they believe you won’t find fault with their lifestyle. They wander unto this world having more knowledge and skill than those twice their age.

I believe we have created a new class of people – not rich, nor poor – but the self- righteous. They are perfect but only in a mirror, maybe. I hear the sins of these children that proclaim their innocence. Oh, don’t you wish you could return to the righteousness of youth where you could be as perfect as the children are today??

Telling parents all their faults they have made, it’s as if when they achieve enough demerits they will disown their parents. Somebody needs to shake them and remind them that wisdom comes from failures. If parents were as perfect as Christ, there would be no need to reluctantly remind them how irrelevant they are. When someone passes away, the child waits for handouts!

I remember my dad always said, “Those who live in glass houses ought not pitch the first stone”. I believe he was smarter than me. Children that perceive such miraculous perception ought to flatter themselves in Holy water.

The Ten Commandments are written in stone and now you know why. Children, today, will pay for their raising opinions. It’s as if you haven’t witnessed that rodeo played out before. Oh the roulette wheel your children spin. They gamble their life and all you can do is pray for them.

I wonder how many kids ever took the time to understand the Bible? I pray… not for them but for the parents that have been so badly damaged by their children’s immaculate conception of the philosophical washing – not by holy water but by the storm drains of the world.

 


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And they shall say to the elders of his city, ‘This our son is stubborn and rebellious; he will not obey our voice; he is a glutton and a drunkard.’ Then all the men of the city shall stone him to death with stones. So you shall purge the evil from your midst, and all Israel shall hear, and fear. (Deuteronomy 21:20-21)

Whoever spares the rod hates his son, but he who loves him is diligent to discipline him. (Proverbs 13:24)

Fathers, do not provoke your children to anger, but bring them up in the discipline and instruction of the Lord. (Ephesians 6:4)

Do not withhold discipline from a child; if you strike him with a rod, he will not die. If you strike him with the rod, you will save his soul from Sheol. (Proverbs 23:13-14)

Honor your father and your mother, that your days may be long in the land that the Lord your God is giving you. (Exodus 20:12)


 

Editor’s Notes:  Verbal abuse towards parents or other family members by young people is more common than many people think. It is an attempt to control and have power over you or others in the home.  It can happen in families of any culture, religion or situation in life.

Abuse can be a sign of:

  • The children hasn’t learned to control or manage feelings, especially anger. They act out their feelings without using any self-control.
  • The child hasn’t learned to deal with the stresses of life, to solve problems or cooperate.
  • They don’t value or respect other people.
  • They see a parent, often the mother, as weak and powerless.
  • The children are affected by alcohol or drugs. Some drugs can trigger psychosis (being out of touch with the real world) and violence.
  • A young person might act aggressively if they have problems with their mental health.
  • They may be anxious and lash out because they start to think they can’t trust those around them.

Whatever the reason, it doesn’t mean you should put up with it. It is important to get professional help! Many parents find that acting early helps them feel like the parent again. When you do make changes, things seem to get harder before they get better, so make sure you have support. It is important to:

  • Believe in yourself – it isn’t your fault and it doesn’t mean you are a bad parent
  • Learn to remain calm and find ways to deal with stress. Go for walks, have coffee with a friend or do other things that relax you.
  • Build your confidence by patting yourself on the back for each small step you take
  • Talk with someone who can help. Your doctor is a good place to start.
  • Join a group with other parents who are dealing with this too.

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For The Record…

….we never stop to wonder why and what is the reasoning.


Please copy and paste the link below to review this Christian table chart referred to in my blog below.  When this site opens, click on Bible FAQ. Under the alphabetical List,  click on WordCount.

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Today, I find myself deep into chart-finding and it completely blows my mind. I wonder sometimes, why God leads me to be the one to go on these fact finding missions. Stumbling over the statistics I can’t help but ponder.

Unaware, as we so often take things for granted, we never stop to wonder why and what is the reasoning. We all know the story, “Away in The Manger” and the miracles that occurred that wondrous night. But between the Old Testament and the new, are statistics that are, well, hard to perceive. Did you know that Mother Mary is barely mentioned and is off the list of all the miracles? In my opinion, a miraculous conception is the greatest miracle of all!

All the biblical philosophers didn’t know Jesus was Lord. Did you know that His great name was never mentioned in the Old Testament? Comically, wisdom has little to do the writing of the Testaments.

Interestingly, the details of this chart are not flawed but we sometimes find them sketchy. It makes me wonder, what did they know? The writers of the bible were not the greatest for communication and news traveled slow. Mark, Matthew, Luke and John are just four recollections of many before the destruction of Jerusalem in AD 70 . Though the books are deflected by authors, the usage of words resonates in the stats . I welcome all to draw their own conclusions and respond…

 

 

The Rodeo Drama

……lessons that scorned the fragile heart


With my feet propped up high above the noise and confusion, I admire the sunset over the pristine waters. I see a couple holding hands with a little child swinging between their arms. The family dog runs into the ocean and runs back to his master, and then decides to shake off. Watching from the twentieth balcony, my Margarita relieves the anguish I left a thousand miles away. I wonder if my feeder still feeds my feathered friends at home.

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My focus is altered from that rodeo drama I left or at least until I return. Fast forwarding, it’s sad to think I was lead down a path not blessed by God. So I found a place so far above that heaven was closer. I took the climb to find myself enjoying the beach, sunset and that which ails my aching arches.

Another day renders as it bids farewell. I watch the moon as it crests over the wandering seas. Cradling the stars, a peace is delivered especially for me. God has cursed the mundane. They hide in the pages of my mind by lessons that scorned the fragile heart. Though there is peace on the twentieth balcony, only God can communicate with me now. I stare at the stars and begin to start to count them. But the rodeo drama plays on like a recording in the back of my mind.

Miles of distance apart, I wonder if you knew the pain and suffering I went through? You stabbed me in my spirit and my life altered. They rushed me to a sanctuary and God saved my soul. The rodeo drama still plays on but without me. I can hear the scenes of act number five, from the twentieth balcony where it echoes in the halls below me.

Born once more, I’m slamming the last of the doors that remain open. I shut that chapter and turn the page. I realize now, God has saved the best for last. You were little less than a speed bump in my life.

Miracles only happen when you allow your life to be an open book. I have closed the gates on the rodeo drama I left miles away…. twenty floors below.


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I appeal to you, brothers, to watch out for those who cause divisions and create obstacles contrary to the doctrine that you have been taught; avoid them. For such persons do not serve our Lord Christ, but their own appetites, and by smooth talk and flattery they deceive the hearts of the naïve. (Romans 16:17-18)

If anyone thinks he is religious and does not bridle his tongue but deceives his heart, this person’s religion is worthless.   (James 1:26)

Let no corrupting talk come out of your mouths, but only such as is good for building up, as fits the occasion, that it may give grace to those who hear.   (Ephesians 4:29)

 


Fifty Years of Broken Pieces

Can we ever break the chain of disaster, the aftermath, generations later?


Rocking back and forth, staring at the stars, they sparkle and bring such luster below. Solar lights glimmer in the dark. The moon, almost full, shines from the heavens and glows on my patio. Thinking back to childhood, sin abated my older brother and I. We are God’s chosen but we carried the hell our parents created. Never understanding, we would walk to school in the early sunny morn’ and home in the afternoon to the rain and thunder. We were unable to explain or comprehend them.

But my big brother was lucky for he ran away — as far as you can imagine – to the Mediterranean. He hid at the bottom of the deep blue with fish and monsters we’ve never seen. I wasn’t so lucky. I went a couple of miles down the street to the community college and faced the music every night.

Long after Pop’s passing, I was sheltered in reality; the past haunted me. There in my mother’s Polly Anna world of bridge clubs and egg nog, a socialite amongst her pillars, I was lost in the waves where the grain wasn’t so amber.

My brother married, leaving me in confusion of the future where only God knew the outcome. But coming from a broken home and then a complete loss, I had nowhere to run. Marriage was the only vise, but failure after failure left little hope. My brother and I both shared the consequences of our parent’s passing long after he was gone.

But yesterday, fifty years later, my brother now writes, “We commemorate that by grace, together, we have somehow come this far; and still today we miss our father’s love. He didn’t share in our lives as we suffered in our tribulations.” Sadly, I responded to my brothers thoughts, “I cannot imagine where we might be had our ladder been labeled by our father’s love.”

Today I think about all those who will relate. Can we ever break the chain of disaster, the aftermath, generations later? Looking at the repercussions from six decades ago of the final decree, disgraces me. To believe they were watching out on our behalf is almost comical, if it wasn’t so sad. So many children are left like Lord of the rings, begging for attention; hungering remains where hearts are left empty. Today as close as two siblings can be, (without killing each other), our love and respect protects us.

In the end, as the sun sets on another commemorative year, I just pray… may God bless, not just us, but all the lonely, parentless children whose lives are unfulfilled; for He knows those who hunger for salvation, still…..

 
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BIBLE:  But you say, “Why does he not?” Because the LORD was witness between you and the wife of your youth, to whom you have been faithless, though she is your companion and your wife by covenant. Did he not make them one, with a portion of the Spirit in their union? And what was the one God seeking? Godly offspring. So guard yourselves in your spirit, and let none of you be faithless to the wife of your youth. [Malachi 2:14-15]

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When The Lies Haunt

….as things you trust are all but relinquishing


You lie in bed, night after night, and ask God to release you of this situation; your heart is no longer in it. So many questions – very few answered. As God seems to be ever present, you remain silent and in prayer. This is a time in your life when you wish you could put the earth in REVERSE. But you can’t….

You’re not guilty of a thing, just a need for answers. When questions become obscure and mysteries capture your intuitiveness; you can count the days; this relationship has stop_the_liesslammed into a dead end.

The metaphors are countless, so you go with your soul’s gut. You say, “I told you so” because trust, in its innocence, is first and the language we all bear. The ‘sorry’ never comes. “I’ll be damned if I’m wrong” seems to be the underlying tone. You watch their actions as you hope they are louder than what is spoken. But as metaphors go, silence is golden. Trying to stay strong, you repeat to yourself, “God’s got this”. The nights are long and lonely; the days are inscribed with the truth that lies in the shadows.

You watch their behavior as things you trust are all but relinquishing. The heavens are calling to be forthright as the night slips into the morning sun. Angels hover, but, to no avail as Satan never sleeps. The lies creep in like a flooded shoreline. So, you patiently sit with your arms folded, waiting for the tide to change.

God, I’ll wait for the truth to surface. Amen

 

Prosecution Rests

God passes judgement upon hypocrites with too much power.


Fed up, I’m about to rewrite my messages from God, for the third time. It’s been a long time since this has happened, but, as I tell this story, Satan is adamant on destroying my message. So, now, is all the more reason I need to write this story.

As Father’s Day approached, I was faced with an altercation leaving me little choice than to be led by my faith.  God being first, I begged, borrowed, and stole to commit to my own convictions. Taking the gamble, which about broke me, I knew it was my duty to protect the love I so dearly care for today. Seeing Satan at every corner, God of course, was my only choice. Combating fire with fire the match was lit …..

Sometimes, I wonder why God challenges me to a task far beyond my qualifications. Knowing my limitations, and perplexed with situations, I rise to the challenge as faith leads me. Dealing with the devil reminds me, though, of dancing in the desert in a thunderstorm. Anticipating his next move, consequently, is a series of tactics that’s very unpredictable. Almost like a counterterrorist, we plot as the story thickens.

Regardless, I pray, God is near me.  Father-time has not been on my side, but, Father’s Day eve, my prayers were answered.  The good Lord offered me a hand and spared me the time to correct the evil that had gone on for the last two years. Determined to seek out and eliminate courtroom gavelthe lies, the truth is under suspicion. Where there is God, there is no doubt; so I stay ever prevalent to his Holy name.

My love for you, and committed to the loyalty of foregone wishes, I stand with you and hold your hand.  May no man hinder a mother’s Will. God passes judgement upon hypocrites with too much power. Like a nation under siege, I will watch you, enemy, falter. You cannot serve two Gods at the same time!