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“The Encounter II” > FLAPLESS

Our story continues. Dan is still writing his children’s story “for adults”. This story too, will eventually be a button you can push and get in its entirety, but until then we will continue to slowly feed it out. Thanks for reading, and I know this story will bless you. (Chapter One was posted Nov. 13, 2014)


The next day a box turtle was passing the tall tree just as Flapless was waking from his sleep. He had hardly slept all night thinking about the last thing the voice, the wind, had said. He did not want to leave this place until he heard more, but what did this great mystery mean? The wind is All-Knowing? What if the wind were All-Knowing? What would that mean?

So as Mr. Turtle was slowly making his way past the tree, Flapless could not help but want to talk to someone. An hour had slowly passed and the turtle was still close by, as turtles move very slow, and this one was old and very very slow. As a matter of fact, he was very very very very slow, because not only was he old, he only had three legs! He felt sorry for the turtle, but decided not to mention the missing leg. Some tragic thing had happened, but Mr. Turtle had survived and was living his life, just like he had been forced to live with wings that did not flap.

“Hey, Mr. Turtle,” Flapless began, “what if I told you the wind spoke to me here at this spot, just yesterday?”

Mr. Turtle stopped in his voyage and blinked one time… twice… then three times before asking, “Did the tree talk to you, too?”

“Of course not,” Flapless answered. “Everyone knows that trees do not talk.”

“Good!” Mr. Turtle answered, “For a moment I thought you might be crazy.”

“Nope, I’m as sane as anybody who hears voices in the wind.”

So Mr. Turtle paused for a moment thinking and blinking, before he finally asked, “Well what did the wind say to you?”

“He said I should get to know him, for he is All-Knowing. What do you think of that?”

“What do I think of which?” the turtle asked, “That you should get to know him? Or that the wind is All-Knowing?”

“Well, both, I guess.”

“Hmmm,” Mr. Turtle said.

“I’ve heard that before,” Flapless thought.

“Well…if the wind is truly ‘All-Knowing’, I think I would want to get to know someone like that.”

“Thank you, Mr. Turtle. That is what I think, too. So I am going to sit right here until I hear him again, so I can get to know him. Have a good day, Mr. Turtle!”

“So long, young fellow, and good luck!” the turtle answered as he began to move again.

Two hours go by before Flapless hears the voice in the leaves again. “Hey, Mr. Turtle! Did you hear that?”

“No, I don’t believe I did. What did you hear?” the turtle asked, for he was still close by and wanted to know.

“I heard the wind say, good morning!” Now Flapless was all excited and jumping around. “Good morning, wind! I have waited for you! I want to know you more and hear what you have to say. I have thought all night, and were you telling me to take the road to the right? The one leading into those big mountains?”

“That depends,” the Wind said. “Are you willing to trust me completely?”

“I think I would like to do that,” Flapless answered. “What have I to lose? I am a bird that is grounded. I cannot fly. And if you are All-Knowing, like you say, do you think you can help me?”

Mr. Turtle could only hear one side of the conversation, but he had paused again so he would not miss a thing. He was afraid he would get too far away and not be able to hear, especially if the conversation went on for a day or two.

“I know I can help you,” the Wind answered.

“Hey Mr. Turtle! Did you hear that?” Flapless shouted.

“No, I did not. What did the wind say?”

“He said he can help me! I have been on a great journey, looking for answers, and he says he can help me if I trust him! But he wants me to take the path to the right, going up into those high mountains. It looks hard there. I’m not sure I’m brave enough. What would you do?”

“Hmmm,” came the thoughtful answer again, as Flapless continued waiting.

“The mountains can be a lonely place,” Mr. Turtle began, “but a life of unfulfillment is not worth living, and a fulfilling life is worth every risk. You are a bird that cannot fly. So sad. If your answers lie in the mountains, then I would go there. And I could probably reach the top in just a year or two, because I would be so anxious, I would put a rush on it. I mean; I would really put the pedal to the metal! If you know what I mean.”

“Then that is my answer!” Flapless shouted. “I will take the path to the right and head towards the mountains! But how will I hear you when I leave this tree, Mr. Wind?”

“While you are here in the low-lands, it will be difficult. Not every tree will be able to carry my voice for you, but as you climb higher into the mountains, your ears will become sharper, and my voice clearer. You shall see. But you must trust me completely, and do as I say. You must remember, and be faithful to whatever the last thing is you hear me say. Silence does not mean I have changed my mind.”

“Got it!” Flapless shouted, and then repeated. “Silence does not mean the wind has changed his mind! Thank you, wind! I will be faithful! You’ll see! I’m on my way now! Bye!”

So Flapless took a few steps passing the turtle on his way. He did say bye, and thanked him for his advice.

Mr. Turtle sighed as he watched the little bird disappearing down the road, and said, “Boy, he is really flying! He’ll be there in less than a week at that pace!” And then he turned left to continue on his way. There were only several hours of daylight left, so he planned on camping for the night at a rock he could see just up ahead.

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“The Encounter” Chapter Twenty 11/2/14

Once again Dan found himself in his truck driving down the road on way to his first sales call. His three day weekend was a blur of activity in his mind, as he had absorbed so much material in such a short time. Nevertheless, he now had the knowledge he needed for his new life, but as yet, nothing had changed. The start of his day was different, in that he was sure to have his devotion time, Praise, Prayer, and Promises, before he left. He had offered up his priestly sacrifices and walked out of the house spiritually prepared rather than spiritually deaf as he used to, but other than that, what had changed?

He was still selling pipe. He was still selling pipe he could no longer brag about the way he used to. He was still dreading his first sales call for fear he would have another dissatisfied customer, or possibly questions about rumors flying around the business concerning product malfunctions. So even though he was different now, walking in the spirit, the “physical” still seemed the same. Their had been no leading from God to quit his job, so here he was, going forward in faith and hoping for the best.

Driving down the road Dan discovered his old habit of talking to God had returned, “So what happens now, Lord? Will I hear a voice from heaven when I’m supposed to quit?” Then another idea came to mind and he simply began praying for God’s blessing, and he prayed until he had peace in his soul.

In this way several weeks passed by, and although there had been some ups and downs, somehow it all worked out and much of his dreading had faded away. He was no longer worried about quitting his job. It would all happen naturally as each day unfolded, and God would order his steps.

Then one day he remembered Mrs. Parker the bird doctor, and reached for his cell phone. Hitting the speed dial he waited for her answer so he could check on Blackie and ask about his trial release date?

Mrs. Parker heard the phone ringing, sat down the bird feed she was mixing and reached for the phone, “Hello, this is Mrs. Parker.”

“Hello Mrs. Parker, so good to hear your voice again. This is Dan, calling about our bird, Blackie. How’s he doing?”

“Oh, Dan, good to hear you, too. Well, our bird will be ready for his big test this Saturday. Are you still planning on bringing your family?”

“Yes, we would really like to be there. I’ve told our kids all about Blackie, how he was injured and might not fly again. They asked me what would happen if he could not fly? When I said he would spend the rest of his life in a pin, they were very sad to hear that, and we have been praying for Blackie ever since. It would really mean a lot to see if he takes to the air that day.”

Mrs. Parker smiled, thinking about this family praying for an injured black bird. “Your family would be most welcome, Dan. Say around noonish?”

“That would be perfect. Count on us to be there.”

“Okay, see you then. Bye-bye.”

“Goodbye Mrs. Parker.” The conversation had been short and to the point, the rest was in Blackie’s hands now, or rather his wings.

When Saturday came, the family was very excited as they pulled into the parking lot with a sign reading, Mrs. Parker the Bird Doctor. Everyone piled out of the car in great enthusiasm. The children were all a chatter with whether Blackie would fly or not. The little girl wanted to know if she could hold Blackie? Her mother, kneeling down and looking into her eyes, “He’s not that kind of bird, dear. He is a wild bird, and he belongs back in the sky.”

“But what if he doesn’t fly, mommy?”

“Then God will take care of that, honey. We’ve been praying, right?”

Cathy gave her daughter a warm hug and then watched her skip away like all was well with the world. Mrs. Parker was already holding the door open, warmly welcoming everyone to the big event.

Dan made all the introductions and the family finally had a face to put with the name of Mrs. Parker the bird doctor. It was an exciting time. There were a few other birds for the children to see, and Mrs. Parker took great delight in showing the children each one, and answering all their questions, but finally it came down to the star of the show, Blackie the black bird. The children oo’d and ahh’d over the shiny black feathers of the bird, but were not allowed to get too close, so they would not scare him. This was Blackie’s big day, and Mrs. Parker wanted him in a proper mood.

She had a specially prepared pin outside. It stood at least ten feet tall and was covered with a wire mesh. There was a small square door in the far upper corner that could be opened. Blackie would be released into the pin and if he flew out that door, then he would be free, but he had to fly at least that good.

Mrs. Parker moved everyone outside, explaining she would unwrap the bandages keeping him from moving his wings, and then she would release him into the pin through a window in the wall. They were instructed not to make any loud noises when Blackie came out, but to simply watch and see what happens.

The family waited in silence. Cathy was knelt down with her little girl, Tammy, and Dan had the two boys.

Tammy kept watching the window for Blackie. You could see the look of concern on her face. “I don’t see Blackie, mommy. Where is he?”

Mother picking Tammy up in her arms, “Mrs. Parker is getting him ready, dear. You’ll see. He’ll be here any moment now.”

Dan was strangely silent during this time. He had a connection with this bird. He had been the bird flapping around on the pavement, wanting to fly but unable, wanting to soar but not knowing how. Since that time God had healed his wings, given him wisdom from the eagle, and now his life was changed completely for the better, and he wanted to see Blackie fly. This bird had represented him when it was damaged and flapping about, and now he wanted to see Blackie fly up to that opening in the cage and take wing! The thought of him being damaged goods trapped in a cage simply would not be a proper ending to this drama. He needed to see the black bird fly.

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“The Encounter” Chapter Seven 10/1/14

Cathy was on her way out to do grocery shopping when Dan surprised her by coming home early. Now the house was quiet, he was the only one home. His thermos still had hot coffee, so he grabbed a couple of granola bars, his thermos, and headed for the den. For the next three days this was going to be his Bat Cave, so to speak, total dedication to a cause, his cause, to learn how to hear God. “How do you learn such a thing?” he questioned.

Prophets did it, but not him. His father-in-law did this kind of thing, but not him. There before him was his desk, complete with computer, Internet, printer, a desk lamp, pens and paper. He sits down his thermos and snacks, studying the situation. “What else might I need?” The book, “Flap Less / Soar More”, was under his arm. He lays it on the desk and looks at the cover. Of course, it was a beautiful picture of an eagle soaring. No bird soars like the eagle, and no bird catches the imagination, like the eagle. Could God really be showing us something? Cathy’s dad, Don, was convinced of it.

“My Bible,” he realized. He might need his Bible, the book he carried to Church on Sundays. Grabbing it from the bookcase, he lays it on the desk with the coffee, snacks, and all the rest. “Okay, I think I’m ready.” His room had one window letting in light, and providing a view of the backyard, but he turned the desk lamp on anyway. He wanted to be wide awake as he studied. Light and coffee was his plan, but not only man-made light, he was seeking God’s light, as in enlightenment, but the coffee was what it was, he thought with a chuckle, and then he prayed.

“Okay, Lord, I’m here. I’m one lost bird right now, and I need your help. I promise to study hard. If these two books can help me, if you have a way of living that’s better than I have understood, then I want to know. I promise I will carefully consider everything you reveal, and if I find this to be true, then I will learn this new way, so that I might serve you better. Amen.”

He’s wide awake at the moment, so deciding to save the coffee, he opens to the first page of the book. Finding his way to a prologue, he reads, “As a Christian, a reborn Being from the dead, we are not called to live an ‘ordinary’ life.” This was the pastor’s opening statement for his book. “Wow,” Dan thought. Just that statement alone had his heart racing. “What a bold statement to make,” he considered. “A reborn Being from the dead,” he repeated slowly. “This is how God sees us,” the pastor stated. “This is how Satan, and his dark kingdom see us, too.”

This teaching continued as chapter one began, and the pastor explained how God’s word revealed, according to deep study of the Greek words, that a Christian was not only born-again, but the supernatural birth was so complete that the follower of Christ was actually a new creation, never existing before upon the face of this planet, until that day of Pentecost, and God poured out his Spirit. God created a new creation, in a class of its own, he declared, and we are not called to ordinary lives. “But what does this mean?” he asked the reader.

His keynote scripture for chapter one was, First Peter, two, and verses four and five: “To whom coming, as unto a living stone, disallowed indeed of men, but chosen of God, and precious, ye also, as lively stones, are built up a spiritual house, an holy priesthood, to offer up spiritual sacrifices, acceptable to God by Jesus Christ.” (I Peter 2: 4-5)

From this he went on to teach about how the Old Testament was type and shadows of things to come, but not the actual thing itself, and therefore, everything they did was done from a “natural” standpoint, and not supernatural. He continued to make his point by explaining that God never once referred to Israel as a “Spiritual House”. He called them the Children of Israel, the House of Israel, or House of Judah, but never did he call them a “spiritual house” as he did the born-again believers in Christ! “And what does this mean?” he asked the reader again?

We are not called to ordinary lives, he kept repeating. We are called to “spiritual” lives tapping into the supernatural! The Jews operated in the “natural”. The sacrifice of a sheep is a “natural” thing that was performed according to a detailed “program” God laid down for them, because they were not capable of the spiritual yet! ! I Peter 2:4-5 had also declared us to be priest capable of offering “spiritual” sacrifices, not natural, supernatural, not ordinary man-made kind of living, but a life on another level that only God could give!

Dan laid down the book and sat there spellbound, “I’ve been living a man-made life,” he realized. Yes, he went to Church on Sundays. Yes, he had received Christ at an early age and been baptized. Yes, he believed in God and even prayed before family meals, but he knew in his heart that he was guilty of taking God for granted, and not being interested in a deeper walk in spiritual things. He did not know God’s power. He could not be an eagle, because he was living like a sparrow. He was a baby who had not grown.

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“The Encounter” Chapter Six 9/30/14

When Dan walked in his front door, his wife was surprised. “What are you doing home already?” He explained to her what had happened.

As he was ending his sad tale, “I’m surprised it hadn’t happened before now,” he said. “I’ve had some small incidences, but this is major. It’s the first major one in my territory, but it won’t be the last, and word will spread fast.”

“So what’s your plan?” Cathy asked.

“Ha! That’s a good question. What plan? I got nothing. I feel trapped, Honey. And by the very thing I never wanted, to feel like I make my living by lying. I don’t know another company out there that would offer the type of deal Farm Co. did. When Jim recruited me they knew I would not be a part of the wine and dine sales tactics. They accepted me that way and made provisions for it, but Cathy, look what has happened. So I’m not ready to go looking for another sales job yet. There is more going on here than just a career crises, and I’ve got to figure it out. Which leads me to the only plan I have, and it’s not much.”

Cathy waited for more, but Dan was just standing there with a cocky grin on his face. He was waiting for her to ask. She finally gave in, “Well, what is it?”

“You’re going to laugh,” he said.

She wasn’t asking again, but she did give him “the look”.

“Okay, do you remember the book your dad bought me a couple of years ago?”

“I do remember a book, because he bragged about it so much and said it changed his life. Come to think of it, he has been different ever since, but I’m not sure what to think of the ‘difference’. If you know what I mean?”

“Yes. It all happened when he had the back surgery and lost his job. I remember now. He spent time in the book while he was recovering, and we all wondered what he was going to do? He couldn’t drive a truck anymore, and he had no other skills. Most people would have been worried out of their minds, but he said God had it covered. And looking back, it seems he did.”

“If that’s what you call it,” Cathy qualified. “He could make more money as a Security Officer, and he has the background for it, but he said God had given him a ‘target’. Yes, I remember it to this day. And he started riding a Metro bus downtown, got a nine-dollar an hour job in the mall, and he calls it his ‘ministry’. Sounds pretty crazy if you ask me.”

“Are their bills all paid?” Dan asked.

“Yes, but I don’t know how?”

“Does your mom seem happy?”


“Have you ever seen your dad happier, or more at peace? And look how many people he has led to Christ in the downtown area. He told me that he gave up driving a truck to become a ‘hunter’. Said he always liked hunting anyway, but hunting for God was the greatest! He also talked about living like an eagle.”

“Yes! I remember now,” Cathy said. “I know right where the book is.”

“Well, dear, that’s my plan. I’m home early and I have the better part of three days to spend with that book. Now don’t get worried, because I don’t expect to become a Metro bus rider, or a mall employee. I understand that God has a different plan for everyone, but I need to learn ‘how to know that plan’. And I got a feeling the eagle is just the bird that can explain it to me. Know what I mean?”

Dan saw a light flash in Cathy’s eyes, and a smile come on her face, as she said, “You just hang on there, Lover Boy, I know exactly where it is.” Up the stairs she went, and one minute later she was handing him the book. It felt good in his hands, but he had a lot of doubts. These are long odds at best, he thought, as he faced it towards him and read the title, “Flap Less / Soar More”. With a subtitle of, “Living in the High Places with God”.

“Flap Less,” he repeated. “Sounds perfect. I sure am tired of flapping. I’m a little envious of Blackie. I wish someone would wrap my wings and stop me from flapping for a while. Which reminds me, I want to call Mrs. Parker the Bird Doctor tomorrow, and get a date for when they hope to release Blackie. I want to be there. Maybe we can make a family outing of it, with the kids.”

“That sounds good, Dear. We should definitely do that. The kids will love it.” Cathy confirmed.

“Oh, and one more thing, Honey. Don’t tell your dad I’m reading his book. I don’t want him getting his hopes up. Just in case this doesn’t work for me.”

“Smart move. My lips are sealed,” she agreed.

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“I’m not Superman”

I still remember the day this “revelation” came to me. It was a hard pill to swallow, indeed, and even now I hesitate, can I write this right?

Who first convinced me I could be Superman? Was it Copeland Ministries? Osteen? I’m really not sure. It seems like it is what I grew up in, and could not help but catch it, become it, see everything through it…so much so that when I finally broke…the new revelation blew me away! This cannot be! How long have I preached it the other way? Have I been wrong all these years?

We men have a problem with this because we have this “macho” thing going on. It’s just part of being a man. We have to be strong, tough, don’t whine, work harder. We are made of muscle and guts. A woman’s power is in her beauty; she is not challenged to be physically strong. That is the man’s role, we are the stronger vessel. (Most of the time.)

However, women have a problem with this too, because they are expected to be beautiful and also be everything to everybody! A woman’s work is never done, as they say. So she pushes and pushes herself, trying to be Superwoman, because all things are possible through Christ Jesus who strengthens me! Bless God, I am a Christian, so I can rise above! Be the head and not the tail! Be the lender and not the borrower! If I have enough faith I can do anything! In Christ Jesus I am the hunter, not the prey!

That was a favorite line of mine. “I am the hunter, not the prey.” As far as I know, I may have been the one who came up with it, as far as using it as a spiritual analogy.

Lord knows I fought hard. Wore myself out fighting hard. Fighting the good fight of faith! Pray more! Work harder! You can do it! Yes, that was the whole problem. “I” can do it. Here is exactly how it happens; pay close attention to this…

As we take on more and more, because everyone thinks you are supersaint, we begin to work harder and harder. And because we are working harder and harder, we begin to pray less and less. Our prayers become short and tired because we are exhausted, but we will still do it! And without even realizing it we have slipped into “us” doing it, not God, because our prayers are weak and we are not taking time to drink of our Lord and rest in him. We are doing it and we don’t even realize it, until we collapse! We did not mean to do it! But God says I can be Superman, right?

What did you say, Lord? I’m a sheep?

Oh, yes. I know what you mean. If I’m a sheep, then I”M SUPERSHEEP!!!!! Da-da-da-daaaa!!!!

What was that, Lord?

No? I’m just a sheep???

YUKK!!! I don’t want to be a sheep! I’m an eagle! Child of the Lion of Judah! One of David’s mighty men! Anything but a SHEEP!

Doesn’t your word say, they that do know their Lord shall be strong and do exploits? Yeah, that is what I want to be for you, Lord!

What’s that? When am I strong? Paul wrote in II Cor. 12:10: “for when I am weak, then am I strong.” ??

Okay, Lord. You got my attention, but you got to convince me. I mean, I know I just came to you an overwhelmed broken mess, but how will “me” embracing my “sheepness” help any of that?

What’s that? Real prayer will become my number one priority? I will quit trying to prove myself and I will rest in you? I will develop a “Shepherd mentality” instead of a “warrior mentality”?

But Lord, wasn’t David a mighty warrior? Did he not face Goliath and take his head off with Goliath’s own sword? Did he not go on to do many mighty exploits as a warrior?

David did not see himself as a warrior? He became the greatest of warriors because he was not a warrior? He had a shepherd mentality, and he understood what it meant to be a sheep? He did not mind being a sheep because he knew he had you as his Super shepherd?

Did he not write: “The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.” As a matter-of-fact, all of Psalms 23 is written from the mentality of embracing our sheepness, and loving our super shepherd.

I DO NOT FIND THIS EASY TO DO! But it is only absolute truth that sets us free. I know you’re only trying to take me to a greater revelation, Lord, a higher way of living. Lead on, Shepherd, I will try to follow.

God’s word says that he will resist the PROUD, and give grace to the humble! It is humiliating to embrace your sheepness. It is the way of humility. The flesh does not want to do it. We still want to see ourselves as strong! But we are not. Jesus prayed and he said: “Thine is the power, thine is the Kingdom, and thine is the glory.” All of it belongs to Him! We had nothing to offer! When we fell in sin we were DEAD in our trespasses. We had to be totally separated from a holy God, for we had become contamination! Everything we would touch would be defiled! God wanted to share his blessings with us, but he had to “SAVE” us before he could even “SHARE” with us! It’s all his! We have “NOTHING” to brag about! Without him, we are the bottom of the food chain!

Here is what God did to me. He took my favorite saying: “I am the hunter, not the prey.” And he turned it around and said, “You are not the hunter, and you are the prey, therefore, you must always PRAY!”

Yes, guys. Sheep are at like the bottom of the food chain. That thing in Psalms 23 where David wrote, “Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of my enemies.” ??? That is because without our shepherd just about everything desires to eat us, and is fully capable of eating us! But we walk around with no fear of the Lord anymore, playing with things we ought not be touching, and offering up weak little prayers if we pray at all!!! (And we think we can be Superman?) This is very foolish living.

Oh, I can see this will not be done in just one article. This could be a three parter again.

Okay, let me try to tie up a couple loose ends and then we will hit it again in part two.

First, I Samuel 17:14 > “But David went and returned from Saul to feed his father’s sheep.” David knew what it meant to be a shepherd. As a matter-of-fact, he was still doing the work of a shepherd, and he had never been a warrior before in his life!

You know this story, so I will point out just certain points. In verse 28, Eliab, his eldest brother, got mad at David and asked him > “Why camest thou down hither? And with whom hast thou left those few sheep in the wilderness?”

David goes to Saul and here are the “qualifications” he offers up as his reasoning that he can defeat Goliath! >

“And David said unto Saul, thy servant kept his father’s sheep, and there came a lion, and a bear, and took a lamb out of the flock, and I went out after him, and delivered it out of his mouth, and when he arose against me, I caught him by the beard, and smote him, and slew him.” (That, my friend, is not a typical warrior combat strategy. That is the power of God coming on a young lad!)

In verse 38, Saul tries to arm David in warrior’s armour! David tried them on before saying, “I cannot go in these; for I have not proved them.” (He was lost in them!)

Here is what he fought Goliath with: (vrs 40) ““And he took his staff in his hand, and chose him five smooth stones out of the brook, and put them in a shepherd’s bag which he had, even in a scrip; and his sling was in his hand: and he drew near to the Philistine.” (David even had to use Goliath’s own sword to kill him with! For he did not even have a sword of his own!)

David became a great warrior because he was a great lover of God, it’s that simple. He loved God like any sheep should love their shepherd, because without a shepherd, sheep are nothing but sheep for the slaughter! But with a Super Shepherd they can graze in green pastures, in the presence of all their enemies, and grow fat and happy! Now that is a power! But it comes as we get a vision of, begin to see everything through this new paradigm, and embrace our sheepness! (There, I just had to say it again. I wrestle with this, too,everybody. But I must say, since I have changed my perspective, I have seen new, and wonderful, and powerful results. Along with a lot less stress, and a lot more joy and peace. At last I can freely say, “I’m not Superman, even if I do still wrestle with saying, I am a sheep. lol!)

What this article is about is learning how to be a sheep, so we can have not so much a sheep mentality, but a shepherd mentality, because the sheep must understand the value of their shepherd!

I believe much of the Church’s problems today stem from the stress and burn-out of a bunch of people who are still trying to be Superman! We think there is something wrong with us if were not Superman. So we do not speak of our failures, we hide them. We stress and we strain to run faster and do more! And of course we must keep up with the Joneses, because how can the Joneses be more “super” than we are? And surely we must prove how good our God is by having the biggest house and the newest car, right? (Or at least close to it.) Whew, how exhausting the pressure can be on a bunch of “sheep”.

And here is the kicker, God says, if you think you’re Superman, then I’ll just let you do it, because the best thing that can happen is for you to find out that you are not! The way up is down in the Kingdom of God! He who shall be the greatest shall be the servant of all!

We do not see how big God is, until we see how really small we are. As long as we do not see ourselves small, as in very small, then we do not see God big, as in very big! (And we will fail to pray and drink of him the way we know we should.)

Wow, I have barely scratched the surface of this. In Part 2 I need to get into the difference between Laodicea and the Philadelphia Church. Philadelphia saw themselves”WEAK”, and Laodicea did not. I think there was a good reason why Philadelphia saw themselves weak, and it is one that applies to you and I! You don’t want to miss part 2! This is what actually opened my eyes to a lot of this.

So until the next time, baaaa!

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“I’m just a Speed Bump”

I don’t know about you but I find “speed bumps” very annoying most of the time, and yet, God told me today that I am called to be a speed bump! Gee thanks, God. Why don’t you just call me to be a worm, or maggot, or something. I’ll never have any friends this way. At the same time, I know they save lives. They save lives from people who don’t have enough sense to slow down on their own. They save the lives of little children who might suddenly pop up out of nowhere, or the innocent shopper whose grocery list is filling their mind. Because we live in such a busy world, we’re rushed, stressed, and at times self-centered, even foolish. We all need speed bumps, but at the same time we do not like them. So at the risk of being “annoying”, I’m a speed bump! And I’m asking one and all to “slow down”, take a breath, and read something good for your soul! Yes, your “soul”! You know, that invisible part of you that gets neglected so much because we do not see it with our eyes? We’re running over our soul! We’re so busy chasing our dreams we forget a dream is lifeless without “soul”, our soul! So here I am getting in your way and saying if you don’t slow down you will damage your vehicle running over me, and maybe we will save your soul, and the life of someone else! But I must admit, it hurts for you to run over me because I like to have friends, doesn’t everyone?

Bible history is full of people who were called to be God’s speed bumps. Noah was one and no one listened. They laughed at him and his family. I’m sure that hurt, but when the waters rose people began to claw at the door, wanting in. Most of the prophets and great men and women of God were speed bumps, and they got run over, too. It is a sacrifice to be a speed bump, it is a “ministry” based on the welfare of others more than self. Speed bump people usually have a strong vision of the “big picture”, therefore they are willing to lay down their life and become the annoying speed bump. However, if a speed bump ever slowed you down enough that you just missed crushing a child beneath your wheels, you will be forever grateful there was a speed bump in your life.

So what can I say? What can I do, to get you to slow down and take a spiritual breath? Even now we are rushing into the weekend! Perhaps a thousand things planned, and only 48 hours to squeeze it all in! We are the Mad Hatter running around, I’m late! I’m Late! All I can say is that life really is better when you stop to smell the roses. Remember what is actually important in your life, and let God help you focus on those things. The devil loves to keep us running, distracted, stressed and…”breathless”. God is all about “breath”. All scripture was breathed (inspired) of God. I’m just a speed bump pointing out some annoying things to you, and perhaps getting in the way of your weekend. Some day when I’m worn away and gone, you just might say: You know? I really miss that guy.

Ever been in such a rush that you felt like the picture below? We had a young man killed recently as he rushed to a “quick-stop” to get a snack while on break. He did not see the train coming and their were no arms to stop him, or slow him down. Slow down, set your priorities, and enjoy this weekend with God and loved ones. Remember the “Litlle Preacher”, her message is strong, don’t waste your life. 🙂

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