By the good Book we learn, but by way of experience
we know, and knowing is so much better than believing,
for the sacred root of trust grows from confidence in the Lord,
and the deeper we trust, the more our faith strengthens.
Blind faith means: giving up the right to choose.
We were born to question, but only solutions build trust.
Once upon a Time, God spoke to men and women directly.
These human beings wrote down what God said to them.
After a few centuries, a select group of men gathered
a great many of these writings together, and decided
they had enough to make a Book of Books. After judging
some of the stories unfit, they put the remaining
books in an order befitting The Story, and called
the chosen writings scripture. Then they said,
“No words shall be added or taken away from The Bible.”
I surmise, from that day forward,
God ceased to speak to Man.
Or nowadays, if He does get vocal,
and someone jots down His words,
no one else will believe them,
and scripture it shall never be.
Greedy to see the face of God!
Ready to test the Divine assumptions!
Eager to tempt The Powers That Be
ineffable, insensible, and subtle as a tree,
I dared to go alone – into the night – unbound.
To the river of security, my comfort – safe and sound.
I dared to go alone in the hope of revelation.
A sign, literally! Just for me and my soul’s elation.
Not another book to read; no translation did I need.
Experience – I needed – first hand!
The sun went down.
Soon, stars were falling.
Hallowed names, I started calling,
just to see if God knew where I stood.
Because I dared to go alone;
because I sought, what I was shown
destroyed my doubt with such aplomb!
The night I knocked,
God dropped the bomb,
as the doors of Heaven opened.
“For goodness’ sake!” I dearly cried.
Silenced, awed, and stupefied,
I couldn’t fail to recognize,
my God had nearly petrified
the life out of me!
I sat, breathless as a stone.
An eternity must have rolled on by.
The river flowed, I knew not why.
But then a fish jumped at my feet!
Startled, I flinched back off my seat.
On cue, this clue answered my “Who?”
Delighted, I let out a chuckle or two.
I understood! I knew how true –
and how it was that we both knew
the calling card of Christ.
© Uncle Tree
John answered, saying unto them all, I indeed baptize you with water; but one mightier than I comes, the thong of whose shoes I am not worthy to untie: he shall baptize you with the Holy Spirit and with fire: Luke 3:16
Tell an unbeliever that they need to seek God, and if they decide to do so, they will be expecting something to happen; they will expect to see a sign from God of some sort. What then are the chances that they will find Something and/or Someone in the material world that will astonish and stupefy them so greatly that they have to say, “There is a God!” ? For some, reading words in The Bible will never amount to an experience that can be had, seen, heard, and felt firsthand.
I would say that I was one of the lucky ones who sought, but I’d rather believe it was grace, and not luck, that granted me a finding on August 11, 2001, 11:30 p.m., CST. Granted, my camping trip coincided with the annual Perseid’s Meteor Shower. Synchronous too, it is true, as it so happens, I’d been studying a book by Alan Watts, “Myth & Ritual In Christianity” (1953). Talk about Symbolism! I was primed and ready! It was a fantastic show – 60 miles from any major city lights. Not just quick, short streaks did I see shooting across the starlit sky, for some of the meteorites flew for 5 to 6 seconds before petering out into darkness. Then God dropped this fiery bomb, and it landed just on the other side of the river. I wish I could have swam for it. The devil tempted me, yes, but most likely, I’d have drowned. I wouldn’t dare. Particularly odd, was the fact that it made no noise, no BOOM! when it landed. The river splits into two channels at my whereabouts, and there’s a long skinny island in the middle, which I took to be the other side of the river. If it fell in the water beyond me, that might have silenced it a bit, but I heard nothing. A fish jumped out of the water a few seconds later. Did he feel a shock? I don’t know. Ball lightning? Perhaps. It was certainly that hot, with inner blue flames coming through the shortish tail, but there were no clouds in the sky.
“The Earth is vulnerable!” was my first thought. “He-he! You missed me!”, ran a close second. “Okay, Lord. You have my full attention. Now that I know you know where I am, is there any message you need to get across to me? Anything I’m supposed to do? A special task? Hello?” When no answer came through, I thought, “Since I didn’t get any orders, I’m free to go about my business. I should continue my studies, and keep reading, and keep working at Kawasaki.” This experience transpired exactly one month before 9/11/01. If some sort of round heavy-metal space junk heated to melting point, and falling straight down, or a meteorific fireball striking the Earth was simply a bad omen, I missed the point completely. When I first heard the terrifically horrible news at work, and then watched it on the screen during break, I cried. I wanted to drop everything and go to New York. Spiritually speaking, I had confidence, strictly because of my not-so incidental acknowledgment by Christ! Unfortunately, spiritual inflation occurred, and my ugly pride manifested itself on my face and forehead in the form of swelling; a knot, or bump, or mumps without the redness caused by skin irritation ( a big head, truly). Very Strange! In a year or so, I outgrew the condition. It has never recurred.
This spot on the river has since become a special, if not sacred, place for me. I have returned there many times, and last year I drove over to the Missouri side, and scoped the surrounding area. I think I’d buy a few acres in that vicinity, if I had the means. Somewhere, right around Golden Avenue and Apple Street (no kidding), where, currently, the corn grows furiously. I feel as if something needs to be built there; sanctified there. Or perhaps, something is buried there; something holy like The Grail. I’d like to think…
Listen carefully, dear Mary.
The Heavenly Hosts adore thee.
Oh, hear the angels sing!
You have earned the right to bear The King!
With you this child belongs.
In your soft and loving arms,
the Son will grow divine.
Next to a heart so pure,
The Prince Of Peace will shine!
“Jesus shall be His name!” by God!
Only you can be His mother.
To save the world from sin and shame,
you’ll bring Life to the One who Loves ev’ry other.
Here I am before the dawn
~ catching a glimpse of your dark star as it hovers ~
Entombed in the thickest of forests He lay, donning a dark shroud of cool deadened leaves. Limbs that once held the glorious weight of the world were now, at the last, but scattered timbers on sacred grounds. Branches that once shouldered the burden of the blame had broken from the main, and still the vines held fast! Everything for which He stood – a scheme inside a dream; His crowning achievement – a sacrificial theme; all was laid to rest beside the petrifying flesh of His ancestors.
Let us go, dear soul, for a stroll!
You help me sing my song.
Two loves the sound that makes a whole
when daybreak hums along.
We’re off to greet the morning sun,
salute a spectral sky.
Like dew, we’ll glisten just for fun
before our last goodbye.
Ascending now, slow and steady,
my eyes relay the scene.
Pick up the pace and get ready,
we know what this will mean.
Goosebumps and grins ~ the day begins,
a laugh under my breath.
Run past mistakes and mortal sins,
then walk your soul to death.
© Keith Alan Watson
When leaving sounds rewarding, Death is smitten once more.
The bread was broken
Torn to shreds in memory
We all share the grief
Water turned to wine
The future turned on its head
The gods turned their backs
One cup was not passed
One man cried, but not in vain
The Son felt the weight
Willingly allowing this
Nothing left to lose
Leave it all behind!
Thieves? No longer bothersome
Rust? Not a problem
Worldly matters cease
The Son can shine without you
But you without Him?
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“Once in a very great while, out of the devil-ridden chaos that dominates our mundane world, order presents itself in the form of seemingly meaningful coincidences. Through the ripped veil of the universal fabric, singularly particular events occur that may cause a person to question the ironclad laws of causality.” Uncle Tree