Hello to All,
Something has put this on my hear to share with you all. I usually do not do these things, but the Spirit is getting pretty insistent that I share this. So here goes. I hope you all enjoy. Ran across this the other day.
Part I - written by Anne C. McGuire
November 11, 2003
Whom should I send.
For the last few evenings I have let my thoughts
wander in regards to the gourds that life upon the non-table.
There are many and yet they are the same.
They come from different backgrounds and yet are headed to the same destination.
They are unused to the light that shines upon them.
They have been used to the darkness that knows no light.
Some are small, some are large.
Some are uneven, some are battle-scarred.
Some are assymetrical, and some are webble-wobbled.
Yet in my eyes they are perfect.
As the gourds lie on the non-table in front of the everlasting light,
Many of the gourds have had to endure many a fight,
To place themselves in front of their Maker.
It is to the gracious Creator
That they owe their being and their lives.
I see some gourds who have been on this journey since their birth.
I see some gourds who have come home after circling the earth for peace and heaven.
I see some gourds who are basking in the candlelight.
I see some gourds who are looking outside in to the night
At the gourds that are uninvited and are on the outside.
If only those precious gourds who feel alienated
could only realize that they too are in their Maker's light.
If they could only see the love that shines out our Master's eyes.
If only they could be set free from the lies
That enslaves them, and the boundaries that
Hold them captive.
Oh if they would only come to share and live outside of themselves.
"Who among you are willing to lay down your rights, privaliges, comfort zones,
And go to those in need?
Many of the gourds placed rings of slavery and entrapment into the mud,
They placed practices and prejudices down as well.
Yet it takes one to say "Here am I, send Me."
My precious children, I have died for you, but I also did die
For those that miserably lie
Outside of the accepted ring, who lie in despair.
Do any of you, my precious children dare
To go into the darkness to bring these, the least back into my fold and
To show them that life means so much to treasure and hold?"
My brothers and sisters is it not time that we ended the hate and the lines of separation
That lies between us and them, that throws them into utter confusion?
Is it not time to unite as one
To bring these little ones home?
I am tired of the boundaries that lie between us.
I am tired of the great fuss
We make if the other gourds are not perfect.
Who among us is perfect, it is no one,
And yet it is everyone.
Look to the inside, to the inner-core of yourselves,
And you will find the answer.
Look and you will find Jesus.
Many of us feel quite at ease doing this.
But can we see Jesus inside the other gourds?
Are we ready to look beyond us and acknowledge
That Jesus is in all of us?
Can we see our Savior's eyes?
Are we ready and willing to conform to nonconformity?
My Precious children, by children of the Light.
You have lived in the darkness of the night
Long enough. Share what you have teasted and known is to be good.
Little Ones if you are not ready,
Then I have a tale to tell you that has
Set you and the others free.
Imagine a hill that is rugged and rough,
A hill that is dusty and dry.
Upon that hill, toward heaven did ascend a cry,
"My God, My God why hast thou forsaken me?"
I one without sin, did place my crown, robe
And scepter in my Father's hand
And did try to bridge and understand
The gulf of despair, sickness, sadness,
That has plagued humankind ever since that blasted snake
Did bid Adam and Eve the fruit to eat.
I did not have to come down from my splendor,
My place that I call home,
Where day and night I am forever worshipped.
Yet, I did, becuase of my love was so great
For those who were outcasts
Those who were accustomed to the outside.
I was severely whipped, my hands which had healed and blessed many,
Were now nailed to a beam of wood by hands that meant to hurt and kill.
Upon my head was pressed a crown of thorns, instead of that glorious diadem which
I have worn and will forever wear.
My feet which had run to spread good-tidings of joy, these too
Were nailed to the cross.
My little ones if you think you cannot reach out and love others,
Think how far my arms reached out that day,
And what held them nailed to the cross.
Now Whom Shall I Send?"
Part II - Written by David Flippin
November 11, 2003
"Commission - Our Great Strength and Mission"
Here you are today, ready to go
Where it is only God who knows.
But as you go to the world today
Don't forget to take God along your way.
Here you are sitting on the non-table
Your mind and heart ready and able
To spread the joy and love with a shout.
Knowing there will come about
That blasted snake will come around,
You will see him crawling on the ground
Coming to deceive many with his words
Saying that there is no Lord.
Do not fall victim to this foe.
He comes in many sizes and shapes you know.
We all know through God he was made.
So there is hope in all different shades.
Don't let him steal your song of hope.
Lean on Jesus and he will help you cope
Through the times of lowness and doubt
And when the devil has stolen your shout.
You may think that you are no good
To speak a word or that you never could.
God can use the littlest one
He, who goes in the Name of the Son.
You don't need to speak very well
For salvation's story to tell.
Just open your heart and mouth to speak.
God can use just a little peep.
When after the snake is gone
And we join the heavenly throng,
All trials will soon be o'er
And with Jesus, our hearts will soar.
O weary soul, who needs such rest
To face the Dark Lord's test
To dodge the many arrows thrown
And calm all the fears that have grown
That cause your heart to bleed
For your words, actions, or deeds.
Remember, to read the final page of the Book
Be not afraid on it to look
For it sheds a great light
It talks of One's great might
He who holds the final way
On that Great Judgement Day.
Part III - Written by Anne C. McGuire
July 11, 1999
"Changes - Magnus Opus"
Heart felt warmest greetings
Tear-felt saddest farewells,
Life is this, nothing more
Or is it something deeper
With hidden shaded meanings?
Autumn, Winter, Spring, and Summer
The seasons ever changing
The year is born and withering
Life is so full of meaningless
Or is it something more wonderful
Than my soul can fathom?
E=mc2, x=-b plus or minus the square root of b sqaured minus 4ac all divded by 2a,
The set of aleph null containg infinity
Are forever never changing.
How I wish life would be as
A formula that never undergoes
A metamorphasis which
Yields something different and uncertain.
The music beings as a single note
Yet evolves to become a masterpiece.
So, too, my life shall be.
I wish my life to be a magnus opus
Nothing more or Less
Et In Terra Pax, Eternum Perficio.
Finis
Brothers and Sisters I have something deep on my heart. I have been feeling a call to minister to those withiin the "Church" walls. I know that there are many people who are in there, becuase no one within their comfort zone can show them the way. My heart aches for every Sunday that goes by as people grow more and more dead in their faith that are trapped in Babylong. The Lord has blessed me with a gift of music, and I know that the music will play a huge part in this. Please pray for me as I countinue to discern what it is that God wills me to do.
I look forward to this journey. I mentioned the other day that I was in the oasis of the desert and enjoying it. But, that time is drawing to a close beucase I can feel that change in on the wind. I am being called to go back, not becuase my faith is wavering, but becuase God is leading me to a place where I can help those lost in Babylong without losing myself.
Pray that I get the strength and the guidance of God as I go about His Will. I know that Satan will throw things in my way to distract me. I will keep all of you updated as times goes on. Thanks so much for being my spiritual family. I love all of you.
Sincerely,
Anne C. McGuire
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