Last Saturday I awakened with an expectation to attend the Men’s gathering at a local church. Its a breakfast and meeting of thoughts and discussion. Usually it last for two hours. As I prepared to leave the house I was stirred in my spirit to give each in attendance a copy of a poem I wrote the week I was born again.. The week was Easter 1968 and I had been converted on Good Friday. So many stories had been told how Jesus was put to death and who was to be blamed. Jesus came to save all those seeking for truth..My poem asked a question to put the age old discussion in our generation, “Are we Guilty Of His Blood?”
This would be politically incorrect in our day. We are to put guilt on no one and pass blame to no one. This would be a hate crime. It is interesting enough that I have had the privilege to work among children, adolescents and adults with behavior issues these past 20 years. Their feelings of anger, depression and frustrations are always discussed and owned as their own feelings. I have had the opportunity to do groups and express how I see feelings like the wind. The wind blows and it effects the condition of objects in its path but none of these things or persons can own the wind. We can attest to its presence and activity, however, we know it will pass.
Guilt is another emotion. It will show up like every other feeling. However, unlike the other feelings it is treated like the dry erase marker on a writing board. It is erased as soon as visible. Some of the stories I have heard from these clients. Have made me wonder if many of these lives would have peace if they could get relief from secrets leave guilt and shame that put themselves and others at risk and in harm’s way. Lack of ownership and forgiveness from past mistakes appears to manifests in a cloudy mind on hold and in jeopardy. It appears that people are expected to be advanced because we use these new tech gadgets. As I study history it amazes me how people struggle and react the same except those who have seen Jesus. Have you seen Jesus? I remember what He said about the pure in heart. Do you remember that he said they would see God?
I had to type out the poem from an old handwritten copy than print copies. As a sign to share, I asked the Lord. ” How many copies would I need?” Sure enough. when I walked into the gathering and counted those in attendance, I had the exact number of copies. I offered them a copy. We spent an extra hour that morning in our gathering. At the close, all appeared to look refreshed and pleased.