Saturday, October 27, 2007
Sunday, October 21, 2007
unpredictable
What makes people so unpredictable?
Is it our flesh? and rotten corrupt nature?
Oh how I am learning that I will NOT find myself in a position of past failures, upsets, and hurts. We cling only to release.
Some things I just can't hold in my hands.
I don't know how to handle them properly.
And end up making a mess of what I touch.
Is it our flesh? and rotten corrupt nature?
Oh how I am learning that I will NOT find myself in a position of past failures, upsets, and hurts. We cling only to release.
Some things I just can't hold in my hands.
I don't know how to handle them properly.
And end up making a mess of what I touch.
Sunday, October 14, 2007
carrying away the too late sins of yesterday
I dreamed about abortion last night. Not all night long but for a snippet of the night hours.
There was this large building which was obviously a large abortion clinic. It was almost as big as a hospital which is quite scary that an abortion clinic that big would even be allowed to exist. I remember a bunch of people including myself gazed upon piles and piles of large black trash bags. They were bulging with fullness and I didn't have to guess what was contained inside. Instinct told me that enclosed inside the trashbags were the remains of what was once LIFE. Limbs torn from bodies, and bloodied babies suffocated in black as their bodies were detached from the lifesource they had been happily floating in, growing in, LIVING IN. Some people stood in shock not moving, just watching as more and more bags were slung out the back door. It reminded me of the pits the Jews were thrown in and burned during the Holocaust. All that flesh, that was once life stacking up right in front of my eyes.
Something inside me burned and raged and I ran towards the bags and began gathering them up. I remember carrying them away but to where, my dream did not allow me to see. I remember thinking, No they cannot do this, they cannot kill these babies....when in acutuality, the murder had already been committed. I had been too late to stop them. Why was I late?
In my dream I had felt as if somewhere I had become tolerable and stopped fighting, stopped praying, stopped interceeding. The saddest part was that even though I could not see into the trashbags, God showed me each of the babies faces and a snippet of what there life was "supposed to be like" flashed before me. I saw great and noble warriors, I saw doctors, lawyers, politicians, artists, writers, teachers, business gurus, life changers, WORLD changers. Their plump round faces with rosy cheeks was nothing in comparison to the reality of what laid in the trash bags. My soul began to cry and pour out buckets of tears for these babies. I suddenly felt responsible.
When I woke up God spoke to me and simply said, "We cannot for one second forget about abortion nor tolerate those things that will try and silence us."
In admittance I repented for laying down my baton and not interceeding on behalf of the voiceless. Do not forget about the babies.
Jesus Loves the little children
all the children of the world
red and yellow black and white
they are precious in His sight
Jesus loves the little children of the world.
13Then little children were brought to Jesus for him to place his hands on them and pray for them. But the disciples rebuked those who brought them.
14Jesus said, "Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these." 15When he had placed his hands on them, he went on from there. (matthew 13-14)
There was this large building which was obviously a large abortion clinic. It was almost as big as a hospital which is quite scary that an abortion clinic that big would even be allowed to exist. I remember a bunch of people including myself gazed upon piles and piles of large black trash bags. They were bulging with fullness and I didn't have to guess what was contained inside. Instinct told me that enclosed inside the trashbags were the remains of what was once LIFE. Limbs torn from bodies, and bloodied babies suffocated in black as their bodies were detached from the lifesource they had been happily floating in, growing in, LIVING IN. Some people stood in shock not moving, just watching as more and more bags were slung out the back door. It reminded me of the pits the Jews were thrown in and burned during the Holocaust. All that flesh, that was once life stacking up right in front of my eyes.
Something inside me burned and raged and I ran towards the bags and began gathering them up. I remember carrying them away but to where, my dream did not allow me to see. I remember thinking, No they cannot do this, they cannot kill these babies....when in acutuality, the murder had already been committed. I had been too late to stop them. Why was I late?
In my dream I had felt as if somewhere I had become tolerable and stopped fighting, stopped praying, stopped interceeding. The saddest part was that even though I could not see into the trashbags, God showed me each of the babies faces and a snippet of what there life was "supposed to be like" flashed before me. I saw great and noble warriors, I saw doctors, lawyers, politicians, artists, writers, teachers, business gurus, life changers, WORLD changers. Their plump round faces with rosy cheeks was nothing in comparison to the reality of what laid in the trash bags. My soul began to cry and pour out buckets of tears for these babies. I suddenly felt responsible.
When I woke up God spoke to me and simply said, "We cannot for one second forget about abortion nor tolerate those things that will try and silence us."
In admittance I repented for laying down my baton and not interceeding on behalf of the voiceless. Do not forget about the babies.
Jesus Loves the little children
all the children of the world
red and yellow black and white
they are precious in His sight
Jesus loves the little children of the world.
13Then little children were brought to Jesus for him to place his hands on them and pray for them. But the disciples rebuked those who brought them.
14Jesus said, "Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these." 15When he had placed his hands on them, he went on from there. (matthew 13-14)
Thursday, October 11, 2007
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