Saturday, January 12, 2013

Satan's Anesthesia

I have decided to begin experimenting with different poetry forms. The following poem is an ABC poem. It is a five-line poem that creates a mood, picture, or feeling. The first four lines begin with a word in alphabetical sequence. The final line is a sentence that begins with any letter.


Satan's Anesthesia

Deathly stench arises.
Every thought silenced.
Forgotten hopes and joys.
Groping for something; someone.
Lord, what is this fear in me?

  
I wanted to write a poem on fear tonight. I find it interesting that after a week of glorious healing, I find myself gripped by fear. It is a mildly felt fear, but true fear nonetheless.

I ask myself, Why? Has not God proved Himself to me enough? Or at least enough to last me for a good week?!
I have my suspicions...
Of course, fear was not a common emotion to me before. (I mean legitimate fear. Not surface fears, such as my fear of answering my cell phone or fear of murky water. I can handle those....or at least I can avoid taking my cell phone for a swim in Cayuga Lake.) Fear--deep fear--was not an emotion I let myself feel because I made myself into my own god. And if I am god, then I have nothing to fear because I can do anything! But see I am not God, and I can no longer pretend to be so--for I have laid down that idolatry at the foot of the Cross. So in some senses, I see my fear as something healthy. I am fearful because I realize that I can no longer rely upon myself.
Satan hopes that this fear will paralyze me. 
Many times I have heard the phrase: "Fear does not come from God."
Well, yes....but.....
How do you explain Job 28:28 "the fear of the Lord--that is wisdom" or Psalm 111:10 and Proverbs 9:10 "the fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom"??
Fear is not entirely evil.
Fear--when responded to appropriately--creates Faith. And Faith never paralyzes. Faith encourages me to reach beyond that which I know I am capable of.
My feeling of fear is real. The only question now is: How will I respond to it? 
May I never willingly give Satan any ground in this battle!
Instead of being put to sleep, I will choose to run faster than my legs can carry me. 

Friday, January 11, 2013

What Fellowship is All About

Acts 2:42-47 "They devoted themselves to the apostles' teaching and to the fellowship, to the breaking of bread and to prayer. Everyone was filled with awe, and many wonders and miraculous signs were done by the apostles. All the believers were together and had everything in common. Selling their possessions and goods, they gave to anyone as he had need. Every day they continued to meet together in the temple courts. They broke bread in their homes and ate together with glad and sincere hearts, praising God and enjoying the favor of all the people. And the Lord added to their number daily those who were being saved."

Church-going Christians throw the word fellowship around a lot, but I wonder if any of them really understand what fellowship means. I also think sadly upon those Christians that consider attending a church service on Sunday morning as the end-all of Christianity--simply go to church and wait to die or Christ to return...whatever comes first.
Thank You, God, that You have not allowed me to remain complacent in that type of life style!!
Fellowship is not sitting in Church. In fact it is quite possible to attend Church and remain completely unconnected with other Christians there. How many people walk in a Church listen to the sermon and then walk out? Maybe they smile and wave to a few people; maybe even answer a few "How are you's" with a vague and facetious "good." This is NOT fellowship. Look at Acts 2!--that is what fellowship does. It creates gladness, praise, and joy. And it is blessed with increased numbers of believers in Christ Jesus.

God has done so much in my life since December 23, 2012. He has intentionally set people in my path in order to open my eyes to the faith that I have been missing. I am fully convinced that God is calling me out of my old self once again.

First, I was called out by an old acquaintance who was experiencing the Light of Christ daily and was involved in the battle against Darkness. I remember my bewildered words: "This is all beyond my comprehension." His simple response: "That's awesome!"
Next, I spent extended time with a friend from a foreign culture who described his ability to see figures of Darkness. He told me that he doesn't share that with many Westerners because they simply cannot believe in that sort of stuff. I was further amazed at the simplicity of his faith--he merely read the Bible, and then lived it out to the best of his ability; whereas, I tend to get wrapped up in thinking about my faith too much--trying to rationalize it.
I met with a friend of mine whom I have been estranged from for a year and a half. This woman is walking down a similar path as I am--in someways, I am ahead of her; in others, I am behind. Yet we were able to share God's blessings and then encourage each other that God has good (albeit tough) things in store for us.
In the early stages of my questioning the powers of Light and Darkness, I spoke with a friend of mine who has been on her own journey of revelation with the Holy Spirit. I was able to freely speak with her about my desire to have the veil drawn away from my eyes--to see glimpses of the spiritual world. She shared with me her own experiences with the gifts of the Spirit. God sent me a fellow seeker.
I have been reading a book called Walking on Water: Reflections on Faith and Art by Madeleine L'Engle. Here is fellowship with a Christian woman through the medium of writing--I can fellowship with her even though she has passed on from this life. Madeleine has encouraged me with statements such as this: "It is not that the power to understand is not available to us; it is; he has promised it. But it is a power far greater than the power stations for our greatest cities, and we find it easier not to get too close to it, because we know that this power can kill as well as illuminate. . . . This power, which is impossible for the finite being to grasp in any conclusive fashion, touches on the probable impossible essence of that which is really real." And further statements such as: "Am I suggesting that we really ought to be able to walk upon water? That there are (and not just in fantasies) easier and faster ways to travel then by jet or car? Yes, I am."
I have also had many discussions with a man who believes that UFOs exist and that they are related in some way to angels (I am not in a position to recount his beliefs here). He says that the Church should at least be talking about this....even if he is completely wrong.
If I was not in Living Waters....If I had not prayed with other women who asked Jesus for a memory; I would not have asked Jesus for my own memory. If I had not prayed with women who asked Jesus to enter their memories; I would not have asked Jesus to enter my memory. Bottom line, if I had not been present during the painful healing of other women, I would not have met with Jesus in my own memory and heard Him say the words: "It isn't yours." (See my previous post.) I would not have allowed Jesus to take away the shame that I had been carrying. I would not have been able to forgive, and to find freedom and healing. Granted, God could have manufactured this some other way in my life--but He didn't! He did it through fellowship!
Today I met with another friend from whom I've been estranged for a year and a half. As I shared my story of healing, she shared stories of the miracles that she had witnessed in Israel during her three month visit. She herself was physically healed there!! "I didn't believe it until I saw it myself." Her words, her testimony--for me--is becoming enough for me to believe. And to see her joy as I shared my story of healing--to hear her say, "Jaime, I want that!"--was so encouraging to me! I was able to confidently reply: "It's possible!"

This is what fellowship is all about! Meeting with other believers and sharing about the amazing God that we serve! Words are powerful!! Christ taught through words. The apostles spread the news of Christ's resurrection through words. It is the Word of God that we have been given as revelation. The Word became flesh. We are not called to be silent. We are called to go out and share! No matter how incomprehensible our message is.

I shared my healing story with someone, who--I could tell--could not rationally believe it. I continued through my story. I had to--the story had to be shared. I couldn't keep my mouth shut. God has given me the gift of freedom, and I want others to have that. I understand the skepticism (which is why fellowship is also important--to help counteract the skepticism), but it is my prayer that I will have at least planted a seed.

And furthermore, I believe it is important to fellowship with Christians outside of our normal day-to-day lives. I attend a small, conservative Bible college. I see the same faces every day (I love them dearly, but still...). It was not until I got out of my comfort zone--spiritual comfort zone--that I began to be exposed to the greatness of God. Our God is big. May I never think that I have Him all figured out. And what kind of faith do I have if it is never challenged? My faith in God, in Christ, in the Holy Spirit is never challenged--but I should constantly allow my human perception of God to be challenged! And challenged it has been! And I am so thankful for it.

Wednesday, January 9, 2013

I Will Never be the Same Again

My God is GOOD.

In this picture you can see the red prayer shawl that was given to me in order to memorialize the journey of forgiveness and healing that Jesus took me on tonight.

I don't think I ever believed Jesus would meet me in prayer as much as He has during my time in Living Waters.





I asked Him for a memory; and there it was.
I asked Him to come into the memory; and there He was.
He let me cling to His legs and sob, "I'm sorry."
And then He stroked my hair and said, "It's not yours."
What's not mine?
"The shame."

It was as simple (albeit HARD and PAINFUL) as that. What kind of God do I serve?! What kind of God does that for me?!
A GOOD God--that's what (...or who).
It was as if Jesus was just waiting for me to....ask. That was it. All He wanted me to do was ask.

God, You blow my mind! First, You are a God who hovers over the waters. Then, you are a God who creates Order out of Chaos. Next, You are a loving Father who sends His Son. You are the Son who can heal with a single touch of Your cloak, and You call those who choose to believe out with You onto tumultuous waters. And you are the Holy Spirit who indwells Your children, and who is capable of incomprehensible wonders. And, to top all that, You are a personal God who wants to heal and restore me! Of all the great creations from Your great Voice, You still take the time to love me. Thank You. Thank You--thank You--thank You.

The Cross in my hands.
The cleansing waters poured over me.
I can still smell the oil on my forehead.
And I can hold this shawl close and remember....

"I will never be the same again.
I can never return; I've closed the door.
. . .
Whatever You need to do, Lord, do in me.
. . .
Fall like fire; soak like rain.
Flow like mighty waters, again and again.
Sweep away the darkness; burn away the chaff.
And let the flame burn to glorify Your Name."
("I Will Never be the Same Again")

Tuesday, January 8, 2013

Forget Me Not

This poem is a sestina. Sestinas are composed of six stanzas of six lines each, followed by a three-line envoy. The final words in each line are repeated in a predetermined order and also occur in the final envoy.

Forget Me Not

Are you asking me to forget?!
Telling me that forgetting is the only way the pain
will go away? I sure hope
not! Because I doubt you can understand this emptiness.
This feeling like my joy
is forever gone--as if it will be impossible to heal.

I know I must let go of him in order to heal,
but don't ask me to forget.
Don't ask me to dump all my memories of joy--
it's worth the pain
to hold onto those. Perhaps it will make the emptiness
endure--but therein lies my hope.

Do I dare cling to this hope?
Will it prevent my ability to heal;
my ability to ask God to fill the emptiness?
O God, I don't want to forget!
But neither do I want the pain!
Will You be my Joy?

Somehow, someway can my Joy
come from You? Can I hope 
in You instead of feeling the pain
of hoping in him? I want to heal,
God! But to forget
seems to throw it all away. Is not that emptiness?

I see now the emptiness
in the relationship. But there was such joy
too! How can I forget
the hope
of a future (with him)? Oh heal
my heart, God! Take away the pain!

For the pain
is all I feel! My heart is overcome with emptiness--
he is gone; where are You? I know you can heal
with just one touch. That being with You brings eternal Joy.
I need that kind of hope.
May that be what I never forget.

But I need You to heal the pain; 
because I don't want to forget. But then it binds me to emptiness!
Will You restore my Joy? God: "I must be your only source of Hope."

Since writing this piece I have been reminded that we should not pray for God to take us out of the pain or out of the darkness or out of the valley; for it is in the pain that we most cling to Him. Therefore, my cry should be, "God, hold me through this pain." Once again, a song comes to my head: "Held" by Natalie Grant. Lord, I do not deny that this poem was a prayer from my raw emotions; however, I pray that You keep me where You will. Have Your way with me, Lord. Amen.  
         

Monday, January 7, 2013

Confusion

I've been told that if I want to be a writer then I should write everyday. But recently I've been afraid to even try to pick up the sword. (I suppose that is what I feel that my pen....or pencil....or keyboard....is. A sword.)
I've been overcome by fear and confusion and exhaustion.
Try hosting someone from a foreign country for two weeks, and in the middle of that try ending a serious relationship as well. Oh, and on top of that, keep the rest of your chaotic life going--because other relationships and life decisions don't disappear just because your life has become a little more cramped or a little more painful. (Sigh) But I digress. I am not writing to complain or gossip or wallow in self-pity.
However, I do write to create order out of chaos.
Interesting that I put it that way "create order out of chaos." Is that not what God did during the final three days of creation? I never cease to be amazed at how writing can connect me with God--manifest His image within myself. After all, writing is the act of creating. So does my fear of writing equate to a fear of bearing the image that God has given to me?

My grandmother told me today that we often feel confused after a time of high stress, and that, therefore, I should not be concerned that I feel so confused.
I guess that should be a relief to me....but it still leaves me with the confusion.
I am confused about how I should be relating to someone who has broken my boundaries in the past.
I am confused about what love feels like.
I am confused about whether or not I should be praying for God to remove the veil from my eyes.
I am confused about how I should use my gifts and talents for God.
I am confused about how I should share my faith with others.
I am confused as to why God has not given me a particular calling on my life.
I am confused about how to hear from God.
I am confused as to how much I should listen to my feelings.
I could go on and on. I feel like I am blind and deaf. I feel like I am walking in darkness. (Oh, dear God, help!) And it is all I can do to not completely freak out in fear.
Well, maybe that's not entirely true. I am not paralyzed by my fear as I have been in the past. I am still slowly moving forward.
Is this me trusting God? (I mentioned I'm confused, right?) Feeling the fear, but refusing to act upon that fear simply because I feel it? I hope so. Because if it is not--if trusting God requires that I feel no fear in the beginning steps--then I am not sure I will ever be able to trust God fully.
The lyrics from a song by BarlowGirl, called "Let Go" keep streaming through my head: "Yeah I trust in You /I remember times You led me /This time it's bigger now /And I'm afraid You'll let me down /But how can I be certain? /Will You prove Yourself again?"
I've never had to trust God this much before.
But I'm doing it.
I've already taken the first step. And the first step is always the hardest.
And I'm still alive. The sun has come up the next day. And I still have eyes to see it.
God, I'm so confused. I'm scared. But I'm not going to stop moving. Please, please guide my steps in the darkness. I pray for the ability to see. But since you have not given me that ability yet, please, please guide me.
I'm here, Jaime. Follow My still small voice. You will have to tune your ears to me. You will have to shut out the other voices. But I am here. Follow My still small voice.