Living in Harmony…

Here we are, we’ve found a new day and our hearts are intact. The walls have not crushed us, and we are even breaking out of most. I love seeing how so many think that the walls have hurt us, now aware, will not allow them to be rebuilt.

I told some of how due to travel we taught our kids their faith at home and that they are passing that on to their kids. My daughter commented on my last post, I’d like to include a bit here:  “Mom, it’s funny how we are both thinking about those walls lately! This reminds of going to Sam’s about a month ago with the boys, and Dru (the littlest GRANDboy) asked what the bell ringer was doing. Ty (The biggest and First GRANDboy) explained it to him, and asked me “why do they only come here at Christmas? Why don’t they come out all the time? It blessed me. I hope it sticks!”

How blest I am to see the story of Jesus wonderful gift continues to be taught at home where it’s the best… questions can be asked and answered, and how wonderful to see a 10 year old minster to a 3 year old. It’s funny, without being taught exctly to say what at bedtime, my great GRANDboy says his parayers each night. There’s a rhythm and his little brother, an observant little cuss, has decided he needs to say his prayers also. As I lay between them, I on my trundle, each in his own bed, but close enough to touch we all hold hands for a moment, say our prayers, and the day ends in giggles.

I don’t know if KB ever stops by, but if so… this is why we rejoice over another day. Each one teach one (and help one)…Git er done!

S’pose I have to cover how to meet the needs of a world in need. It is so simple, Meet it. I know that’s a terrifying thought. But the point is to put yourself out there. Tell your young neighbor “when your Dad’s not home & you kids get hungry, come on over.” Have extra TP on hand, put a dollar in a bucket…really DO that. Do you kow the money from the red can stays in your area? God will show those HE wants overseas how to get there. You can make the difference between a good day and a very bad day with openess of heart, staying in constant attitude to hear from our Dad. Believe me when I tell you He’ll make it plenty clear if there is a need to be met. And every now and again you get to see how that openess affects the very ones you know need when they come. You’ve met something they had no answer for, but because your heart listened there they are, hugging you!

Can we avoid the argument, the time is spent so much better by just doing . To quote a good man, “Git’er done!” I really think it’s just that simple. Don’t build a wall around your kingdom, ’cause the ones that need your help very seldom live close enough to be included in the walling….

It seems so many years ago i made a decision, while so many were beginning the journey into freedom, some twists were stranger than others. But there were certain of us, our hearts were open and we heard the message. That of gentleness–Gentle People we were called, and later on Jesus people!. I was one of those, The Jesus People, bringing a message of love beyond reason, not earned just won by the grace of a gift.

How strange to sit in wonder and realize all those years ago we had it right, and to see how “the church” chased it out of us! I’ve made it plain here how I never really fit into a mold cast upon me by church. I lived within it, but in teaching kids, found my thoughts were embraced. Their parents rejoiced with me in the strides their beloved made in loving, and I was happy. I taught my kids this broader than ever love, even while we were caught up in a curch home that grew increasingly cultish. I won’t mention the type of church but as we moved “closer” into the denomination the stricter and more heart-closed we became. No longer outward looking, we began “in love” to become cloistered, yes, making sure our own were cared for and loved, but what of those not within the safety of the walls. No longer a place of unconditional love as we were at the first, now you had to know the “handsign, the inside words”, and be a part of the clicque. It broke us, we left our “Friends”, and have moved on. We are back to the truth of Father’s love, no fear in a firey return of our Brother and Lord Jesus, just an embracing of our HUMANrace, and an urge to tell eveyone, gently, You are loved…

Now to start all over. Each year a new chance, another opportunity to love …more. It becomes automatic, the change that began over five years ago. Things I believed absurd… normal, an already open mind now not just open but almost exponentially broadening. There are inconsistencies, like I believe in war for the defense of freedom, but I love the people behind the regimes. Were it a perfect world we would not have to fend off others that would harm great numbers in the name of hatred. We could love each other and in that respect the different ways our hearts and minds worked. But here there are those who do not believe in total reconcilition for all men, just the select few, and would kill the rest.

Into this world come the lover’s of Father’s realm. We who are finding the truth help, love and pickup where hatred has been sown. We are the tireless, the longsuffering, endlessly patient with those who have not figured the scriptures mean THEM & ALL. I know it’s inconsistent, but we have not reached perfection yet. At some date in future year’s beginnings, we will find a world dawned where we can walk next to any and hold no fear….