Off to the Men’s Breakfast Meeting

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.

Dont forget the hurting people.

Saturday after attending morning Mens prayer group I stopped by the local Bagel shop to meet with some of the men. After a talk with one brother I prepared to leave. I had eaten a bagel and needed to discard the dish. As I approached a counter to separate what I had on the dish a napkin was on the floor. I reached down picked it up to throw it away. The trash was not in sight. A lady noticed what I had done so offered to assist me. I thought it was a kind gesture of her and said, “Thanks, I can do it.” I looked up at her and thought she must be a believer to have offered  help. I was trying to get adjusted. ( I must have had things in both hands as I reflect back or a lot on my mind.) However, I responded with,  “You must be a believer for offering  to help me. She frowned and said, ” I have had this burden on my mind and I just knew I needed to come here today.” Than I asked, “Can I pray with you?” She agreed and I asked if she would sit with me briefly at a table. Again she agreed and we went over and sat down. Than I shared about a musical event that evening before praying. She told me she had just lost her mother and was concerned about her Dad. She said that event may be what she needed  for him to encourage him. I described to her that the music was Southern Gospel, and Quartet style and many Seniors attended this monthly function.. She again thanked me and she was on her way.

We live in times that demand so much from us. The paton has been passed to us from the generation that moved us out of the industrial revolution. We have this information age. With many gadgets to communicate it sometimes appear we impart little. It is so important that we dont let the gadgets replace our humanity.

I have visited and worshiped in some churches where the music and the singers have replaced true worship. It has become a Hollow Sound. I have seen masses of people excited of what they are doing in the house and there is pain and sadness in their eyes. I have seen the minister ask for accolades of AMEN. I remember where the Lord told his disciples not to rejoyce that the devils weresubject to them. But to rejoyce that their names were written in Heaven. God forbid if we should miss the hour of his visitation. He spoke of a day when He would gather all the nations and separate them  on sides. Then pass out rewards. To those on the right. He would say, Come in thou good and faithful servant. For I was hungry and you feed me or in prison and you visited me. And they would answer Lord when did we do this? And He would respond for as much you did it to one of these you have done it unto me.  

Let me encourage you that believe. In the public square are many hurting people. It can be your pulpit for ministry. Lift up you eyes and listen. Reach outside the norm. He is waiting and watching. Why not you make every man or woman your sister or brother. We all were born to a family. May God Bless You.