How quick we are to counsel,
How slow to pray and intercede;
How soon the child compassion dies
When the monster pride we feed.
Outside ourselves we have our favorites,
Inside those that we dare disdain;
The entertainment of our selfish tongue,
The plea of some poor other’s pain.
Oh, for a heart that longs to listen,
Oh, for a mouth that loathes to speak,
Oh, for a thousand poems I never write,
Oh, for just one lost soul reached.
- Written by Abel Prudhomme, 10/11/2016
Ahh… Fresh heavenly air! Not the oxygen: the love! As it is written,
A new commandment I give unto you, That ye love one another; as I have loved you, that ye also love one another. By this shall all men know that ye are my disciples, if ye have love one to another. – John 13:34-35
Breathe… A true convert to the Lord Jesus Christ need never have his or her heart chocked and suffocating. No, not if they simply yield to doing this.
If there be therefore any consolation in Christ, if any comfort of love, if any fellowship of the Spirit, if any bowels and mercies, fulfil ye my joy, that ye be likeminded, having the same love, being of one accord, of one mind. Let nothing be done through strife or vainglory; but in lowliness of mind let each esteem other better than themselves. Look not every man on his own things, but every man also on the things of others.
Let this mind be in you, which was also in Christ Jesus: who, being in the form of God, thought it not robbery to be equal with God: but made himself of no reputation, and took upon him the form of a servant, and was made in the likeness of men: and being found in fashion as a man, he humbled himself, and became obedient unto death, even the death of the cross. – Philippians 2:1-8 [Notice that the entire two paragraphs is only talking to you!]
Exhale… No one can breathe for you, and no one can love like a Spirit filled Christian can love, so…
Beloved, let us love one another: for love is of God; and every one that loveth is born of God, and knoweth God. He that loveth not knoweth not God; for God is love. – I John 4:7-8 [Look up the tune and sing it!]
After thirty-five years, I can only say… breathe with me, now!
“Some of you say that there’s not enough love in the church. Then you need to stay and put some love here!” – Dr. R. L. Hymers, Jr., April, 1981
Verses to pray with (as promised to some):
Oh that my head were waters, and mine eyes a fountain of tears, that I might weep day and night for the slain of the daughter of my people!
For I will pour water upon him that is thirsty, and floods upon the dry ground: I will pour my spirit upon thy seed, and my blessing upon thine offspring: and they shall spring up as among the grass, as willows by the water courses.
Therefore also now, saith the Lord, turn ye even to me with all your heart, and with fasting, and with weeping, and with mourning: and rend your heart, and not your garments, and turn unto the Lord your God: for he is gracious and merciful, slow to anger, and of great kindness, and repenteth him of the evil.
And blessed is she that believed: for there shall be a performance of those things which were told her from the Lord.
I find the following three – or four – to be especially great together:
Remember now thy Creator in the days of thy youth, while the evil days come not, nor the years draw nigh, when thou shalt say, I have no pleasure in them;
But I will tarry at Ephesus until Pentecost. For a great door and effectual is opened unto me, and there are many adversaries.
(I Corinthians 16:8-9)
And, being assembled together with them, commanded them that they should not depart from Jerusalem, but wait for the promise of the Father, which, saith he, ye have heard of me. For John truly baptized with water; but ye shall be baptized with the Holy Ghost not many days hence.
But ye shall receive power, after that the Holy Ghost is come upon you: and ye shall be witnesses unto me both in Jerusalem, and in all Judaea, and in Samaria, and unto the uttermost part of the earth.
Hallelujah! Just sharing from my little wonderfully small corner that I have found it so true when he says,
“For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways, and my thoughts than your thoughts.”
It came upon me in the haze of days and thoughts and cares.
Oh, portion of a heart belonging to my son, my boy, we must meet.
I must, we must see you together, oh, thing so insufficiently called… the future.
Ten years like a hundred kept when wells are dug so deep and filled with waters many never find.
Ah, I the fitted guide, the father having in former years peered down with light held bright
And still with naked eye could never see far… down… enough.
And so, though sitting in my ivory day-to-day I walked the winding stairs
And ventured to the forest to the realm of child no more;
Yet evermore a child would lead a child unto the world of men;
Or to plainly say, as plain men may… I prayed!
Unravel now that mystery that only Thou could see.
Unlock that which both within and out none could ever truly open.
Yes, in one hollowed holy space and place, protected by Thee there,
Allow that little child within to step without the shades of doubt and reticence;
Spurning the womb called silence; forfeiting the dark for that miraculous moment;
Born out in the heat of light, the joy of sight! Reveal! Revealed! In view.
And there to make a mockery of those who seek to quell the storm of holy purpose
And plans held in thine unseen vestment, there close to thy heart.
There from the pages of time untested and yet full proved
Reveal that revelation revolved aligned with that one soul that this one soul
Within the ever multiplying trillions of that great never ending scroll. Eternity!
Prophecy! Prophecy! Speak through man in man to man as Thou art wondrously want to do,
Seal prophesy within a coffee shop between a simple father and his son,
As we do a mighty thing. We look to Thee!
And so it was. I heard saw experienced things from my son I never knew were there.
Within that river we call memory, I shall ever hear,
“I have a complicated mind and I must daily apply it to things more complicated than it.”
“No offence. Writing is not complicated enough for me. I must have more.”
“I need a challenge; something high where I will reach higher than other men.”
“This is no little thing with me. This is what I intend to be.”
Of deeper things we spoke that night;
That night I shall remember still, sixth day of this month April,
Night of my paternal thrill, the night that my son, Abel,
Pledged to me for certain that he would be the greatest surgeon.
Heart surgeon. And I the poetic paternal parent pause…
For outside the world of literature, what could be more poetic than that?
Written by Abel Prudhomme, 4/8/16