The forgotten

I was walking along a busy sidewalk, maybe in Austin but, it really could have been anywhere. I walked among all these people going here and there carrying on with their busy lives.  In the doorways and just sitting on the ground were the homeless; the broken and hated people that all other human beings deem worthless. They are the lepers of our society and if we even make eye contact we are infected to the core with some sickness that makes us like them.

My heart aches and I can’t help but weep, how can I save them all, there are so many.

One man approaches me, the smell reaching me long before he does. His teeth are rotten and he’s missing a few in the front.

He asks me if I can spare some change.

I look him in the eye and ask him if he would like something to eat. He says he would but, just a little change would do.

I point to the deli nearby and ask him to walk with me. At the deli he waits as I approach the door. “Come inside with me” I say to him. He looks worried but, I reassure him and we walk inside. “What would you like to eat” I say as I turn to look at him. He has such a scared look on his face. The lines of age and the dirt and grime of the hard life he has lived, it breaks my heart.

He picks something and I make it a meal and order for myself – no one likes to eat alone.

He goes to the rest room to was his hands and comes back. I ask him to choose a table and I get our food and we sit.

I look at him in the eye and ask him if he knows anything about God or Jesus Christ. He says a little bit.

I said ok and that I wanted to talk to him for a little it while we ate.

I tell him that God created us and Jesus was beaten by us. But, even tho we beat him, and it was not a light beating by any means, He did it for us. Do you know why?

No, he says.

Because, that  beating that He took  was so that we – you, me and everyone that has come before us and everyone that is born each and every day – will never EVER have to be sick: mentally or physically. He took that beating to keep us from that because do you know what sickness is?

Well, it’s when you’re not healthy, he says with a congested laugh.

I smile at him and say “yea, true, but not just that.”

Sickness is death, albeit in an early stage, and it could be something simple like a cold, still if you let it go it can grow into something much worse and it can kill you. So sickness is death. Now, Jesus also after being beaten beyond recognition, He then was forced to walk carrying the huge cross that He was ultimatley going to be hung up on.

Jesus had lost so much blood and didn’t even look like a man when He got to the place where He was hung on the cross. He hung up there and eventually let Himself die.

But, He conquered death. He rose up and left His tomb where He was buried. He beat death. And He did that for us; so that we would NEVER have to die. No one should have to die. We are to live forever with Him on this earth.

I believe this with everything that I am and the reason I’m telling you this is because you don’t have to hurt. You can be healed and Jesus will do it.

A few days ago I stopped smoking and I haven’t had a craving since, not one. No pain, no withdrawal, no anger or anything.

Jesus is LIFE and that’s what He deals in – LIFE. Period.

No one should have to suffer from anything – ever. Period.

When He was here on earth He went around and healed everyone – He didn’t pick and choose – everyone. When He took that beating, it was for Everyone, not just for this guy and not that guy over there. No, it doesn’t work that way. What kinda God would do that? One that wouldn’t be worth believing in. If He created us but then said well, you are gonna be healthy mary jane and grow up and have a great life. But, you Jessie, you are gonna be a cripple and you are just gonna have a crappy life. Sorry, just the way it is.

Nope, doesn’t work that way. You know why some people are sick? Because Satan deals in death; sickness; physical ailments so that our lives suck to no end. So that we curse God and blame Him for all that crap that comes our way. And Satan loves it. He loves it. That what he does because he hates us. He hates us so much that he will do whatever it takes to make our lives hell.

He lies to us everyday all the time and makes us believe that God hates us, that we are worthless and that no matter what we are going to die so what does it matter.

You think like that and he’s gotcha. I thought that way for a long time. But, it just can’t possibly be true. What would be the point?

He looked at me and smiled.  – And I woke up.

Well, my friends, til next time…                                                               


Dream #1

last night i dreamt. i dreamt of zombies and the half dead. i dreamt of mayhem and chaos and then peace. i dreamt of stages and rings and fisher’s of men.

there were no tears from me. but, it was frustrating; people don’t listen; people don’t want to listen or can’t. i would call everyone together and began to speak to them about what was coming, about what we were going to do but, as soon as i would begin to speak they would talk amongst themselves or leave and look at other things. they just could not listen. i tried for what seemed hours to speak to them and tell them the truth and what was to come and what we should do. but, i could not.

then they came. the zombies.

they came and mixed with us and slowly slowly began to eat our flesh and drink our blood. those that i had tried to speak to cried out to me in fear crying for me to help them.
I watched from above as they ate a woman’s flesh while she was still alive. a thought fleeted through my mind only briefly because it was not my thought; it did not belong to me. but, the thought none the less was laughter – laughter that these fools would not listen to me.

instead this thought was banished quickly and i stood above and watched and called out to them and showed them where i stood and that i was; i AM alive. they came with their hungry eyes to eat my flesh but they could not have me. i am ALIVE and i am HIS and they can not touch me. they were so angry and so they ripped into other’s flesh in front of me, but those people were already dead.

so that was the dream i had last night into this morning. while i was thinking on this some other things popped into my mind as well.
things like: zombie apocalypse and there shall be a reckoning.

i want to take a closer look at this a moment. what is a zombie? well, we all know what they look like in comics and in the movies but, what is the definition of zombie?

zom·bie   [zom-bee] Show IPA
(in voodoo)
the body of a dead person given the semblance of life, but mute and will-less, by a supernatural force, usually for some evil purpose.
the supernatural force itself.
Informal .
a person whose behavior or responses are wooden, listless, or seemingly rote; automaton.
an eccentric or peculiar person.
a snake god worshiped in West Indian and Brazilian religious practices of African origin.


ah, that’s better. now what about apocalypse?
let’s take a look.

a·poc·a·lypse   [uh-pok-uh-lips] Show IPA
( initial capital letter ) revelation ( def. 4 ) .
any of a class of Jewish or Christian writings that appeared from about 200 b.c. to a.d. 350 and were assumed to make revelations of the ultimate divine purpose.
a prophetic revelation, especially concerning a cataclysm in which the forces of good permanently triumph over the forces of evil.


ah, now we see that zombie apocalypse is quite fitting indeed.

now, let’s take a look at ” there shall be a reckoning”

I think that speaks for itself. but, i do feel that we should see what ‘reckoning’ means.

reck·on·ing   [rek-uh-ning] Show IPA
count; computation; calculation.
the settlement of accounts, as between two companies.
a statement of an amount due; bill.


hmm… i’m going to think on this one further.


til next time my friends

… and watch out for zombies