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February 1, 2010

Mi corazon cries out for Dios to give mercia and provision. I wait for the hope to grow and bring life. Mi corazon amor Dios, mi Dios, mi Dios. Grande es su salvacion. We ask Dios to aid us in our trias and hardships. We ask Hm togive us sakinah and joy as we live in this world of many pains. Families ache for the cure to be provided for hunger, disease, homelessness, and despair. These scriptures have to live in these streets when the bullet flies and hits the innocent. Our tears stain the ground because we cannot hope in thisplace. It hurts too much. It cots too much. The price to love again is too high for me to pay. Oh God can't You see how I hurt when my corazon is touched. Rescue me from these tears, save me from these scars. What hve you to do with these wounds I have gotten? What hospital will not turn me away? What worship center will not laugh at me behind of my back? What friend will never leave me and never give up on me? I am used to carrying this pocket protector. I am so used to making it rain. I am so used to serving the hope fiends. I am so used to weeping before your eyes. Aidme in this daily grind I find. Aidme in this daily grind I find. And I thank you for making my affairs easy in tis life and in the next. Peace and Blessings, Sakinah and Salaams.


June 10,2009

Walking today reveals things differently than walking did one day ago, one week ago, one year ago? Look at what we have touched, at what we have tasted, at what we have seen, at what we have prayed. Very interesting is it that Dios is flexible. He hears us when we call Him. He honors us with HIs favor whether we are black, brown, red, high yellow or pale. Why is that? In a body that is only living because of the pain of my ancestors and because of the struggles of my ancestors I am inclined to ask why must I share my triumph with another of a different skin tone. Let us look back into our roots, into our familias, into our deepest thoughts that leak into our right now and see what Dios has produced inside of us? Gang members come from the need to protect the familia. Gang memebrs come from the need to provide substance for the familia. Do gang memebers have less of an audience with Dios? Prostitutes come from the need to generate income. Prostitutes come from the need to feel wanted, needed. Do prostitutes have less of an audience with Dios? I don't know. I have learned of many things since I last wrote upon this electronic paper. I have learned that Dios visits men in caves in Saudi Arabia as well as He visits men in the tropical rainforests of Peru. I have learned that Dios speaks to us of chupacabras, of shaytanir, of devils. I have learned that in many nations it is very important to come before Dios in a way that is considered clean and purified. I have learned that to be called ablution to some, wudu to others, and sanctification to still others. What hope have we dear friends, compadres, hermanos, if we seek not Dios in our day? Who knows what we shall become besides He who formed us first from the dust of the earth, then from a mixture of sperm and egg, then from a blood clot? I say that only Dios truly knows exactly what we shall become in our lives. Yes, we find pain and struggle so many times. Yes, we ache to know more than a satisfaction that moves away after a few moments. I write because Dios is everlasting, all Merciful, all Gracious. He alone is God, and HE has no partners with HIm. Blessings and Peace, Israel Shannon Saunders>BR>

 

July, 23, 2008

Who hopes for greater moments of new air? Who needs more peace to be there? Who feels the tensions rising when we're there? It is adjustments that bring fair. But what is fair if the world stops spinning? What is fair if the heavens open throwing down whirlwinds and we are taken or not taken up in it? What happens if there is fair for them because they won't understand us? What happens if their fair means the death of us? What happens if the bullets fly faster? What happens if we become smarter but we die faster? How can we ever fathom the possibilities of the everlasting? Oh, so many of us are just ever laughing! We fold in these periods of ever after. Thinking that life is only a grind to reach these numerous ever afters. Not every pain brings quick virtue. Not every holler recieves due fool proof. Many times we are the fools that never rose to our feet again. Choosing to never walk again because of this life so grim. Wondering why we hide from gain. Humph! You too would hide from grain if you figured out that your back was the one t at was being hid for gain. We aim far down range. We shift thinking that we are free from chains. Economic slavery confusing thangs. But we gotta have that dolla power to change the game. So we join the gang and will spend the rest of our lives saying that we never joined no gang. Paper chasers chasing the paper left half charred and smoked in the wind gusts. Wonder why our friends lust. They are making their dollars almighty because they are working us. I read the reports and it is officially sad: I find it officially sad that the grind has brought to right now precedents that smell so bad. Putrid passions we are chasing and can't see that it is our very languages and eating habits, the particulars of our seething bandage, that is being stoked and stimulated for their scientific contemplation. Ever taking. Ever taking. Ever taken. Ever taking and taking into fields of former rains that are bare and brittle and shining. Wonders and miracles like the Almighty dollar is worth creating a ghost town because we heard the shot the world fired round and we took off like sprinters after that new nation. The money chasing got us fulfilling the wills and desires of all manners of degradation. Where is the price of our patience? Where is the pride of our flagrance? Know that even right now dear ones you are still fragrant? These odors that say that we are stolen identities are vagrant. Rising bums into Dios' mercy and favor. PEacee and blessings my latino, hispanic, filipino and all other ethnic cultures. I call you neighbors. prophetisrael

....secondcoming03.tripod.com. ...Trying to learn how to be a father when I have everything I know and so much that I don't saying father ain't for me. Yeah, even right now. While it looks glamourous, while it looks glorious, while , as one very good friend once said, while it looks sweet. It ain't sweet. I'm riding with Christ Jesus. To the fullest. Way past the world blowing. Got to. I can't live without the promise that CHrist JEsus is returning to restore the junctures when he told Cerullo, Son build me an army. We walk for the charming. Thinking that prince charming is gonna ride thru them woods and disarm these evidences of daily fright. I hurt each day and deep into every night. Only because of my affiliation with this blatant CHrist is my hope beyond this place calling itself my life. I fight strife. In every measure I measure the gripe guide. He trys to take my life blind. That's why I Christ ride. That Eternal 4 Life rise. Look intro HIs blazing eyes and make your decision. He still accepts the repeals of repentance. He comes near when we peel from the sentence. Gone and be HIs witness. Miracles and dreams in store for the massesthru you because you have been there before and you're new by the highest law of the created ones. YOu are called a favored daughter, a favored son. Highly on both of those orders. CHrist is a knife strike twice in disorder. No matter where, when, how, or why you cross over them borders. Know that Christ Jesus is there to handle the forces. Gotta trust Him. Add you life to HIs myspace page. ask Him and the thank HIm to take the rage. Add it to a faith written page. Think Paul and them boys, that Ruth and them girls never once got angry as they faced injustice in their worlds. But placement is key news. That's why I love the placements of the good news. Muslims can hear too. Islam means submission to GOd's new. Let us keep right on searching for God's new. Dios got that fire true. That down in this it, in this ditch, in this dungeon with these dragons, let ME take you higher true. Let HIm work on you. O let HIm work in you. RIde with Dios and Jesus until them demons thru. PEace and blessings again to you.

June 28, 2008-

Who holds your life, your livre? It takes a stepper to move past terror into the promise of better weather. Bringing rains to the lands thirsty and burning in desparation. Savior of intimate and unconsolable nations. Looking for New Worlds we hold for the blood to spill and the blood refreshes our appeal. Only that Christ life held stronger than sin's passionate touch. Looking around are those of us who are hurting so much. Mean mugs, taut figures in the clubs, swinging the clubs and wondering why life is creating these thugs. Told that we didn't matter, that our success wuldn't even matter much. Crushed by the secrets of Lust. DIos the Grace Giver shellling mercy on my scars and bruises when I am torn, busted, spilling and crushed. Needing eternal Farm Bills for out of my farm spills the enigmas of decadent life reels. Oh how my life reels. It gets reals. Sin turns it up. Says it is the only elixir qualified to fill my cup. Sitting asking for the answer but the need feels so covered up. I'm crying out like God's Adopted !. Looking for the end of darkness that I can turn towards theSon. I need that Sol hace calor. Dios, Your gracia and mercia just pour. Into my life is this grande sore. I am infected by the sin's of my father and I'm find an anger sore. Don't wanna be alive no more. DOn't wanna give him no respect no more., Needing You DIos to come in and take an accurate report. Progress is grinding in them streets for profit. ANd then I' m on top of my game and you send me a prophet. Telling methat You love me and have me tattoed on Your palms kid. Saying that the meaning is deeper than rivalries in time kid. Asked Your blessings and now I have benn given a wife, 3 grown children and 7 grandkids. Who could have placed this blessing bid. Blessings multiplied but we don't wanna really study multiplication in schooltime. See no reason that reality would burden us with a course in daily multiplying. Saying that we got social skills that are far more valuable and worth applying. Holding there just for a moment we see that there are many who have great social skills but still find trouble accepting JEsus CHristt's atonement. Needing the real to come out of the escapades in theses and street scripture. It hurts and pure scrpture burns us and can't reach us. Show us this Jesus. CHristo means Protecting Messiah. But we are stubborn and we don't want to take any hands to climb up from tis ditch of sin and be found and placed higher. Seems we would rather burn in fire. Television makes believe that hellfire and eternal judgement is make believe so we can't believe. Impish gnomes and trolls troll the bells of our soul that spirtuality in self is enough for one to strive to believe. Where can we find the strength to know that there is here a planting of infected seed. But the seed grows and we are gang formers trying to be known as transformers but our souls are torn and joining to these other souls that are disjointed. No true King appointed, and it is hard to see that our works are transparent. Nowadays everybody wants to be everybody's favorite rapper. Saying ah ha, hush that fuss, look at my swagger. But we are bandits, making out with critical alien nests like we can't smell that our bodies are burned by the touching of flesh and we are in states of critical damage. Reacing for the damage saying pour it on haters and I wanns thank my haters because reallythey love me. Point blank homies and peeps Christo is the key. Ask CHrist Jesus the King to give you some anointing and see how real HE really is.peace and blessings to all women, children, men and givers giving ends. secondcoming03.tripod.com


May 28, 2008-<br.

I'm iistening to the music player from the Tony award winning show on Broadwaycalled In The Heights. It is really powerful music that I have heard so far and I just wanted to write here that there is life even when all says no life is possible. 'Life finds a way'is what the dinosaur guy said on the first Jurassic Park. Lord, God, Dios mi Dios, we need You in our tumblings, in our shatterings, can You hold us in this day and in this moment. We need dreams that come true. If You can just keeep us in Your thoughts and in Your several blessings we will make it. We have had some hurts, hardships and stark trips, chasing our starships, looking for morethan just stale chips. T hen life smashed us and we became chips. We became pink slips, I heard that You could hold us even when we have been given busted up lips. The pain still exists. The pain still persists. As we hold for the ights to exist. We ask Your blessings on orur women and children and please fix our soul drips. blessings, secondcoming06

May 19, 2008-


Seems like today is a misfit's mayhem and here we are wondering how we can find a misfit's miracle. SOmehow knowing but easily ignoring that we are those who are miracle walking, day by day we are miracle talking in our slang finding miracles falling. Right into our hands there are the imprints of a unknown's demands and we are knowing that these whispers in our hearts and heads as surely lead us into a mifit's stance. Look at my eyes and see that GOd is truly blesing me but these blessings outweigh these troubles is what steadliy the Evil one is neglecting in my figuring. Looking for dads in this rapid fire clan and there are no sympathies held higher than respects demands. I look for the completion of plans, wondering if ther will be food in the complete meal ground from my hands. Hoping for morethan this grain that spoils and stinks in my pans. God I am reaching for Your hands, reachingfor Your plans. Asking that You forgive me for the places where I have slappwed away Your transforming hands. Just find it hard at times to seethat You transforming hands cause me to find the pollination of my life into new life despite these several crimes. I ask You to move upon the righting of my several crimes. It seems that I look very little at the remaining time. It is hardto look at how time I have wasted and so I spaced it so that my heart would not always be so uncovered before You and they because it hurts when they call me naked. We all are naked trying at times to fake it and wisdoms engaging to bring our realizations into bouts against ourselves and others where we are just raging. Help our brothers and sisters understand Your arrangement. that Your promises are establishing heavenly arrangements. no one really desires to speak on if there is a heaven for a gangsta? nO one really inspires to sek the lives of those who are living panicked and prostituting, selling these bodiesfor medicine to rid the pain that raised up. We look to You even right now befcause we are these broken cups. So many times in this grind we find that we just throw it up. How can we move on despite the pain held in these times where it rains has to be some form of interupt. Facing this life and these figures and we were once tender hearted but our tender hearts hit these sparks that ignited and caught fire. How shall we lift any part of us higher for up higher here is the furious rain of celestial andterrestrial crosswire. Praying for those momz and dadzz whose kids and lands were caught wrong in the crossfire. hard to see You when all around of us constantly blazes crossfire. Trying to live for right now this second because the next we could be gaping and bleeding from the wounds due to this every second and breath taking cross fire. Moving steadily and swollen but don't wanna really hit no trip wire. How can we reach higher and not find in this kingdom bizness the elevate them witness because they talk of Desert Eagles lifting and peeling and twisting and not to mention the missing. Look at how they look at us in job sites. How they creep in the midnights. Chupacabras holding on tight. Shaking one off and they boys jump on and beat till there are no daylights. Eyes closed and bruised and swollen and I can't see daylight. Can You see these tears that I am now throwinfg because this ain't right.? How can You allow this riot inside of me to keep on raiging when I am written to be destined for greatness but somehow somewhere You must surely be mistaken because my life has been mistaken for the wrong gripe. Is rhis all that I have from Your hands O dios Who holdsthe day and night? I ask You this same thang every day and night? Where is the prize of You holding my life? Where is the rise of You holding my sight? I looked at the woman in lust and I got something. You told me that I needed forgiveness and I still got the same thang. How can I ever hear any freedom bells truly rang? It is a scarring thang. How can I ever move past this cave? How can IO ever look to You when these scars are yelling at me to defend myself as a man and be truly brave? This is called America the home of the brave. I call it scarland the home of the visible and invisible grave. Hold me as my tears rush down like whitewater rapids cruishing the bouldersand pushing ravines into the veins of this page. Heal these diseases that di ease us and remove the effects from these bodies of the lobby to cease the funding of the treatments of AIDS. Full blown grace from Dios. Full blown grace from Dios. Full blown grace from Dios. Out like Afros. Got some spiritual negroes. Ignorant of the redeeming flow. That blood of Christo. B 4given, be healed. blessings, secondcoming06

March 23, 2008-

We live because of His majesty, because of His so fresh and so clean mercy. It is amazing what God has brought us through. God wants you to know that He stands up against your fears and declares them guilty and you not guilty only by the reality of the blood that Jesus Christ shed for you and I. God loves us that much, dear ones. Even right now after we have ran all the way around the world on this internet looking for suitable saviors able to bring comfort and class and etiquette to our sins. We are right here naked and finding shame because we have not the reality of Jesus Christ as our Saviour locked into our walkings and crawlings and cryings and stumblings and strummings and reachings.

The name Emmanuel means God with us. Yes, it seems very strange to ever feel like God even cares about us. We just had to have that item that Lust brought to the party. We just had to sample that portion that Fear brought to the get together. We just had to touch and draw pleasure from that morsel that Disbelief and Unbelief brought by when we were housewarming. Our hearts are strangled by the many pressures of living and even right now we have concerns, inklings, diasporas and deluges that desire nothing ore than our immediate and complete eradication from the presence of God. I was reading in a book last night and early this morning where Dunn writes that "Prayer is the only weapon that satan does not have an anti-missile for." In other words there is nothing that satan can do to stop your prayers from reaching God's ears and gaining God's response. Imagine if we were on a team lying in the wooded areas surrounding our homes where the invaders had come in and began taking all of our belongings, burning down our houses and beating up our brothers and sisters. Can you imagine that? Maybe some of you can see this more vividly because of your experiences and your pains.

I write this not to draw your pain, but to ask your attention for a moment. Imagine that your whole life and all of your family is gone in an instant as this invader laughs and looks undefeatable. Maybe we could call this invader Goliath or maybe some would say chupacabra. As we sit motionless in those woods and watch these horrors of our lives we ask for strength to go on. As we sit and say we have to close our eyes because our minds can not process any more of the thing that is happening, so we listen as the screams come from inside of the homes of the people who we once knew and cared for and we find ourselves mad and angered even by the knowing that the ones that we were not on even terms with were taken away from the earth as well. And here we also find ourselves asking for strength and courage to go on.

Psalm 68, verse 35 in the Living Bible says to you, "The God of Israel gives strength and mighty power to His people. Psalm 32, verse 7 also from the Living Bible says to you, dear ones, "O God, You are my hiding place from every storm of life; you even keep me from getting into trouble! You surround me with songs of victory."

Oh, how we need songs of victory right now in our lives that are hurting still, and torn still and broken still and looking for peace still and shattering for newness still. We are searching for Dios who is able to take all of this anti matter of our lives and make sense out of it. Today is the day that Christ Jesus is resurrecting in you a new life that you might be able to "receive power when the Holy Spirit has come upon you; and you shall be Jesus Christ’s witnesses, Dios' witnesses, both in your Jerusalem, and in all Judea and Samaria, and even to the remotest part of the earth," says Acts chapter 1, verse 8of the New American Standard Bible.

All that you are going through, all that you are facing, hermano, is making you a Dios masterpiece! Everything that you are finding troublesome, hermana, all that rises up to swallow you, is bringing you into Dios' embrace. This is the walk of love. Amor, amor, amor, Dios amor. We wait for the newness of these bodies and we have stop hoping like we once did. We have stopped praying for the change to happen in our sons and our daughters, our hijos and hijas, because we can't seethe difference. Opposition comes not only to dismantle and tear apart. Or as Chinua Achebe says in His book, to have THINGS FALL APART.

At times opposition and pressure comes to cloud the view that we cannot see our way on the road that we are walking on or crawling on or falling on. If we are blinded we cannot go forward without the help of a guide and many guides have run to help us only being blind themselves. But right now Jesus Christ is speaking to your hearts and HE is saying that His stripes were for your sins, and for my sins erasing.

Gone. Kirk Franklin in his song 'Imagine Me' ends the song with a melody that chants 'Gone, gone, all gone." And that is what Jesus Christ is saying of your sins and my sins. Jesus Christ, Jesucristo, is shouting that HE is the Way and the Truth and the Life and The Resurrection that we have all been looking for.

I face a time right now in my life where i have had to confess to God, to Dios, that HE has not been my choice every time I find trouble. It seems human nature to not wan to call too much on the source of our strength, of our provision, of our comfort. We see the church, we see the departments of social services, we see the schools, we see the hospitals, we see our family, we see our neighbors and we don't want to be a burden on anyone by letting all that we have issue with spill over into their lives. Yet we have constant and pressing need to be heard and understood and engaged and corrected and loved and needed and answered when crying out.

Jesus Christ: Who gave himself for our sins says Galatians chapter 1, verse 4 in the King James Version of the Bible. Jesus Christ: We may be facing difficulties in mind and heart and body and spirit, 'but he was wounded and bruised for our sins. He was chastised that we might have peace; he was lashed--and we were healed', says Isaiah chapter 53, verse 5 in the Living Bible.

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Listen to the songs of victory today, right now as you read this writing. God is right here. Dios is still able to move the mountains in your life that you might see him. You and I have to do some walking and some reaching to become more than we are right now for God. Our hope in this day, dear ones, is 'that Christ will be more and more at home in your hearts, living within you as you trust in Him. May your roots go down deep into the soil of God's marvelous love; and may you be able to feel and understand, as all God's children should, how long, how wide, how deep, and how high God's love really is; and to experience this love for yourselves, though it is so great that you will never see the end of it or fully know or understand it. And so at last you will be filled up with God himself.' So says Ephesians chapter 3, verses 17, 18 and 19 in the Living Bible. blessings to you and yours right now. secondcoming06


March 10, 2008-


Reaching For The Unseen In The Place Where Rocks Are Felt

In childhood I recall the common wisdom being sung in songs around jump ropes or in classrooms to recall new lessons given by the teacher or just because kids were sharing what they knew how to share. A song from school now comes back to my almost middle aged mind that says:
Sticks and stones may break my bones But names will never hurt me!
It was a song that was a champion cry coming from the very ones that no one would ever count as a champion in such a young age range and in such a small stature and in such early years of knowing nothing at all about the world and how it operates. I can hear my mother telling me many times through the years that I should not be in any hurry to grow up and be grown . However, so many times we have these stories that just don't fit into the box and the perfect picture that life paints for us even from very young ages.

My grandmother had to care for a family from a young age, my aunt Gladys had to care for a family at a young age, my mother became a mother at a young age and back then it wasn't 13, 14, 15, 16, years old having a baby. I mean maybe it was in some homes, but back then it was young to have a baby at 20 years old . My mom gave birth to me on November 27, 1980 and she was 20 years old. I don't know exactly why I am writing this down but I just want someone to know that God is right now working it out for you.
>br> I don't know who you are, where you are , how old you are, but God is saying to you that He is able to take the grass of the fields and clothe every one of your deserts of soul and spirit and heart and mind even right now.

Can we depend on God even right now. I say that HE is the only one who has truly proven Himself to us over these years, over these centuries, over these decades, over these ages.

Look where God has brought us from!

Why are we not more crazy than we claim? Why are we not so crippled that we cannot walk any longer?

That's what the enemy intends for us even right now and especially right now. Who lifted you up from bankruptcy and funded your bizness?

Who lifted you up from heartache after heartache, time after time of that cold knife being driven through your chest right into the part of your heart where the tears of your eyes could not even run down anymore , but you just had to shake your head? Who felt your pulse where they had left you for dead?

Who whispered purpose into your ears even when you were bloody and raw and had been dragged on the back of that truck with them chains tight around your heart and your soul and your neck? Who has had dignity stripped from them and still had to bow down before the Massuh and lick his boot?

No wonder we have a hard time coming to this Jesus Christ because this Jesus Christ looks a lot like and sounds a lot like and smells a lot like yesterday's pain storm.

It would be easier to come to this Jesus Christ and fall into his arms and love on him and hook him up with the finest women and have him sleep on the couch or the floor or invite him into the poker games or have him in the brothels if we knew that one of His names did not include the word Massuh . A gentleman who lives across the street from us once told me that he loved the words of the Good Massuh ( Good Master), but painfully that means that he had to hear some words of a bad massuh(bad master).

I write because even right now we have a wrassling in our bones trying to figure out how we are even worth anything after being beat by the bad massuh for so long, after being raped by the bad massuh for so long and at times we forget that a massuh is still a massuh and that even the good massuhs can beat us and rape us and take away our dignity.

Hard to say if we shall ever find peace in ourselves over some of the things that we have seen go down.

Hard to say whether we shall see another day and ever be able to call it new.

We don't know what horrors and terrors and lynchings are going on even right now as we speak because a lynching does not start in the gathering of rope and cord and the finding of a tree in an area where all can see the example.

Lynchings start in fear and when fear lays down in the bones of a man or a woman for so long then what else can become of that man or that woman besides raising fear?

If fear coats the bones of a man and you feed that fear to a dog waiting for scraps from the table of his or her massuh then will not that dog also eat from that fear that is even in the liquid running through the bones fed to it? I used to hear a song in my grandma's church and it has stayed with me in parts and pieces, but the song said that something has to be done "while the blood is running warm, running in your veins."

My life is before me as a terrible mess right now as I write. My road ahead is unknown and that's scary. I don't know what's going to be in the future and that's scary for me. It is easy to predict and work towards and shake it up till all the dust under the rug goes up in the air, but when the dust falls back down to the ground and settles on everything in the room what shall be there to do besides more work sweeping the dust and the dirt up.

Is God real enough for us when we already got the bottle tilted to our lips? Guess God could give us a heart attack before the drink wets our tongues, but then we could only see God as evil, cruel, mean, against us, the bad massuh. And we would tell everybody running by in our life that God ain't been nothing but bad news for us.

I ask right now who does this Jesus Christ benefit by saving us from our sins?

Looks mighty selfish to me at times. Can't see the meaning of it in my life sometimes, especially when the bills are rainging up higher than the roof that done been put on and especially when the ground is so hard out there that the beans are not strong enough to push through the ground. So we holler our ears out telling God that we ain't none of His because thangs ain't going right for us.
We holler out and tell God that we don't need no more of His kind around our parts. We holler out and tell God that we don't want His kind of trouble stirring up the people who are trying to just live through this crazy world because we done made it this far and all of it ain't been on faith.

Truth to be told, we haven't always met God with faith in our satchels, in our bookbags, in our hunting bags. Truth to be told so many nights we oursleves have went hunting for God with our 22's, our sawed off's, our BB guns, our 44's, our desert eagle's because God violated our trust and left us in a ditch and all this while we had finally said Alright, God, you got one shot to prove that you mean good, but if you step out of line one finger length I'm coming fer you." I leave you with this thought, dear friends, "While we were still sinners, Christ Jesus died for us."

God,

You alone are our Creator, our Shaper, our Ever Watching Maker. You are holding all the cards even right now when our lives are just spinning like hula hoops around chilluns waists.

What have we to do with You O Lord God?

We are looking for life at every turn, at every hand. We are scared to hope anymore because hope has made us broke.

We are broken from trusting and giving all that we are to saviors and healers and redeemers and comforters, and You O Lord God see how we just seek comforts of a different kind where we place our hopes, where we live the only way that we know how. Age is the realization that we are not what we used to be and Lord God we can't stop the timeclock that drives the assembly line that brings to us lost thoughts in middles of our sentences and cloudy eyes that can't see the sunshine on our hands and feet . Lord God, we are so many times hungry and wondering what we shall have to give up next to stay where we stay. Some of us are in homes that don't love us and that hurt us and make us feel useless.

And this is even speaking of the home of Your church Lord God because nobody knows the trouble that we have seen and no one in all these years has really wanted to hear about what we been through . Need some rest O Lord God, need some peace O Lord God. I keep getting up in the middle of the night talking to You about this house, about these chillun, about that man or that woman that You gave me, about the neighborhood and about them nasty drugs and about the price of gas going up and down and about the grass growing high, and Lord God, they laugh at me because I am just talking to You and walking and falling all over the place and because I am crying because I can't see Your way or my way or no way at all.

Help me Lord because the doctors saying that I done went and lost my mind. The lawyers saying that i done went and lost my mind. The folks down at the bakery and at the bank saying that I done went and lost my mind. The boys down at the pool hall and the supper club and over in the shot house saying that I done went crazy giving myself to some prostitute of a Lord God who listens to everybody and satisfies everybody and puts Himself inside of everybody and they say if the Lord God is like that then what's wrong with they life if they want to sleep around with as many women as they can before they die and go away from here.

They say that time is short got, that life is short and that we got to live every moment to the fullest Lord God and how can I wake up again, and roll over from this bed of sorrows again and lift myself up to wash my face again and not think of how many whippings I am liable to take right here this morning before I even walk into the yard.

Who got the strength if You don't have it O Lord God?

Who do I need to go to to get some peace if You can't give me enough for my situations? Lord God, You see these headaches, don't You, then why are they putting me down from my work that if I don't do my husband or my wife won't be happy when they come home? How come next door the woman had a stroke and across the street the man fell down in his bathtub and last week the man was shot dead in the yard next door and all day long they come out of that house and some other one is getting drugs and getting hooked on that high.

How come, O Lord God, there is still bellies swelling with babies from young age girls and boys? How come Lord God, the news bringing us down and low? How come Lord God I still have to choose between coffee and cataract surgery ? How come Lord God, my legs still don't work right , but they calling me able bodied sending me back to work? How come Lord God they don't wanna pay the due when it is due? How come Lord God, the rabbits are running through the fields and they can be hunted, but if they running through my yard and I shoot them I go to jail? How come they still need halfway houses, Lord God? How come the fights and the ripped eye sockets don't mean anything to us when we are looking for a way out and trusting You brings joy and peace and favor and money too slow?

Lord God, Lord God, Lord God, why even depend on You at all ? How come You still say that You are the calm to my storm? How come Lord God You still say that You are my help always there in the time of trouble? How come Lord God, You promised me that You would take care of me and now I am giving up all that I have to provide at least something for my kids and I am here in this homeless shelter trying to fight for my right to exist? Lord God, where are You when the knife is to my throat and I am getting taken in so many ways and told not to say one word or it'll be worse next time? How camoflauged are You Lord God that when I am finding the need to call You or the need to hold You more than once a day I fall apart and my life falls apart. Lord God, Lord God, Lord God . I sound like a crazy person, but I love You even right now Lord God.

Thank You for dying for me.

In Jesus Christ's name I do pray. Amen.
Reaching For The Unseen In The Place Where Rocks Are Felt In childhood I recall the common wisdom being sung in songs around jump ropes or in classrooms to recall new lessons given by the teacher or just because kids were sharing what they knew how to share. A song from school now comes back to my almost middle aged mind that says: Sticks and stones may break my bones But names will never hurt me! It was a song that was a champion cry coming from the very ones that no one would ever count as a champion in such a young age range and in such a small stature and in such early years of knowing nothing at all about the world and how it operates. I can hear my mother telling me many times through the years that I should not be in any hurry to grow up and be grown . However, so many times we have these stories that just don't fit into the box and the perfect picture that life paints for us even from very young ages. My grandmother had to care for a family from a young age, my aunt Gladys had to care for a family at a young age, my mother became a mother at a young age and back then it wasn't 13, 14, 15, 16, years old having a baby. I mean maybe it was in some homes, but back then it was young to have a baby at 20 years old . My mom gave birth to me on November 27, 1980 and she was 20 years old. I don't know exactly why I am writing this down but I just want someone to know that God is right now working it out for you. I don't know who you are, where you are , how old you are, but God is saying to you that He is able to take the grass of the fields and clothe every one of your deserts of soul and spirit and heart and mind even right now. Can we depend on God even right now. I say that HE is the only one who has truly proven Himself to us over these years, over these centuries, over these decades, over these ages. Look where God has brought us from! Why are we not more crazy than we claim? Why are we not so crippled that we cannot walk any longer? That's what the enemy intends for us even right now and especially right now. Who lifted you up from bankruptcy and funded your bizness? Who lifted you up from heartache after heartache, time after time of that cold knife being driven through your chest right into the part of your heart where the tears of your eyes could not even run down anymore , but you just had to shake your head? Who felt your pulse where they had left you for dead? Who whispered purpose into your ears even when you were bloody and raw and had been dragged on the back of that truck with them chains tight around your heart and your soul and your neck? Who has had dignity stripped from them and still had to bow down before the Massuh and lick his boot? No wonder we have a hard time coming to this Jesus Christ because this Jesus Christ looks a lot like and sounds a lot like and smells a lot like yesterday's pain storm. It would be easier to come to this Jesus Christ and fall into his arms and love on him and hook him up with the finest women and have him sleep on the couch or the floor or invite him into the poker games or have him in the brothels if we knew that one of His names did not include the word Massuh . A gentleman who lives across the street from us once told me that he loved the words of the Good Massuh ( Good Master), but painfully that means that he had to hear some words of a bad massuh(bad master). I write because even right now we have a wrassling in our bones trying to figure out how we are even worth anything after being beat by the bad massuh for so long, after being raped by the bad massuh for so long and at times we forget that a massuh is still a massuh and that even the good massuhs can beat us and rape us and take away our dignity. Hard to say if we shall ever find peace in ourselves over some of the things that we have seen go down. Hard to say whether we shall see another day and ever be able to call it new. We don't know what horrors and terrors and lynchings are going on even right now as we speak because a lynching does not start in the gathering of rope and cord and the finding of a tree in an area where all can see the example. Lynchings start in fear and when fear lays down in the bones of a man or a woman for so long then what else can become of that man or that woman besides raising fear? If fear coats the bones of a man and you feed that fear to a dog waiting for scraps from the table of his or her massuh then will not that dog also eat from that fear that is even in the liquid running through the bones fed to it? I used to hear a song in my grandma's church and it has stayed with me in parts and pieces, but the song said that something has to be done "while the blood is running warm, running in your veins." My life is before me as a terrible mess right now as I write. My road ahead is unknown and that's scary. I don't know what's going to be in the future and that's scary for me. It is easy to predict and work towards and shake it up till all the dust under the rug goes up in the air, but when the dust falls back down to the ground and settles on everything in the room what shall be there to do besides more work sweeping the dust and the dirt up. Is God real enough for us when we already got the bottle tilted to our lips? Guess God could give us a heart attack before the drink wets our tongues, but then we could only see God as evil, cruel, mean, against us, the bad massuh. And we would tell everybody running by in our life that God ain't been nothing but bad news for us. I ask right now who does this Jesus Christ benefit by saving us from our sins? Looks mighty selfish to me at times. Can't see the meaning of it in my life sometimes, especially when the bills are rainging up higher than the roof that done been put on and especially when the ground is so hard out there that the beans are not strong enough to push through the ground. So we holler our ears out telling God that we ain't none of His because thangs ain't going right for us. We holler out and tell God that we don't need no more of His kind around our parts. We holler out and tell God that we don't want His kind of trouble stirring up the people who are trying to just live through this crazy world because we done made it this far and all of it ain't been on faith. Truth to be told, we haven't always met God with faith in our satchels, in our bookbags, in our hunting bags. Truth to be told so many nights we oursleves have went hunting for God with our 22's, our sawed off's, our BB guns, our 44's, our desert eagle's because God violated our trust and left us in a ditch and all this while we had finally said Alright, God, you got one shot to prove that you mean good, but if you step out of line one finger length I'm coming fer you." I leave you with this thought, dear friends, "While we were still sinners, Christ Jesus died for us." God, You alone are our Creator, our Shaper, our Ever Watching Maker. You are holding all the cards even right now when our lives are just spinning like hula hoops around chilluns waists. What have we to do with You O Lord God? We are looking for life at every turn, at every hand. We are scared to hope anymore because hope has made us broke. We are broken from trusting and giving all that we are to saviors and healers and redeemers and comforters, and You O Lord God see how we just seek comforts of a different kind where we place our hopes, where we live the only way that we know how. Age is the realization that we are not what we used to be and Lord God we can't stop the timeclock that drives the assembly line that brings to us lost thoughts in middles of our sentences and cloudy eyes that can't see the sunshine on our hands and feet . Lord God, we are so many times hungry and wondering what we shall have to give up next to stay where we stay. Some of us are in homes that don't love us and that hurt us and make us feel useless. And this is even speaking of the home of Your church Lord God because nobody knows the trouble that we have seen and no one in all these years has really wanted to hear about what we been through . Need some rest O Lord God, need some peace O Lord God. I keep getting up in the middle of the night talking to You about this house, about these chillun, about that man or that woman that You gave me, about the neighborhood and about them nasty drugs and about the price of gas going up and down and about the grass growing high, and Lord God, they laugh at me because I am just talking to You and walking and falling all over the place and because I am crying because I can't see Your way or my way or no way at all. Help me Lord because the doctors saying that I done went and lost my mind. The lawyers saying that i done went and lost my mind. The folks down at the bakery and at the bank saying that I done went and lost my mind. The boys down at the pool hall and the supper club and over in the shot house saying that I done went crazy giving myself to some prostitute of a Lord God who listens to everybody and satisfies everybody and puts Himself inside of everybody and they say if the Lord God is like that then what's wrong with they life if they want to sleep around with as many women as they can before they die and go away from here. They say that time is short got, that life is short and that we got to live every moment to the fullest Lord God and how can I wake up again, and roll over from this bed of sorrows again and lift myself up to wash my face again and not think of how many whippings I am liable to take right here this morning before I even walk into the yard. Who got the strength if You don't have it O Lord God? Who do I need to go to to get some peace if You can't give me enough for my situations? Lord God, You see these headaches, don't You, then why are they putting me down from my work that if I don't do my husband or my wife won't be happy when they come home? How come next door the woman had a stroke and across the street the man fell down in his bathtub and last week the man was shot dead in the yard next door and all day long they come out of that house and some other one is getting drugs and getting hooked on that high. How come, O Lord God, there is still bellies swelling with babies from young age girls and boys? How come Lord God, the news bringing us down and low? How come Lord God I still have to choose between coffee and cataract surgery ? How come Lord God, my legs still don't work right , but they calling me able bodied sending me back to work? How come Lord God they don't wanna pay the due when it is due? How come Lord God, the rabbits are running through the fields and they can be hunted, but if they running through my yard and I shoot them I go to jail? How come they still need halfway houses, Lord God? How come the fights and the ripped eye sockets don't mean anything to us when we are looking for a way out and trusting You brings joy and peace and favor and money too slow? Lord God, Lord God, Lord God, why even depend on You at all ? How come You still say that You are the calm to my storm? How come Lord God You still say that You are my help always there in the time of trouble? How come Lord God, You promised me that You would take care of me and now I am giving up all that I have to provide at least something for my kids and I am here in this homeless shelter trying to fight for my right to exist? Lord God, where are You when the knife is to my throat and I am getting taken in so many ways and told not to say one word or it'll be worse next time? How camoflauged are You Lord God that when I am finding the need to call You or the need to hold You more than once a day I fall apart and my life falls apart. Lord God, Lord God, Lord God . I sound like a crazy person, but I love You even right now Lord God. Thank You for dying for me. In Jesus Christ's name I do pray. Amen. January 23, 2008-

We are here this moment because the breath of a Creator was passed on to make us strong. We are surrounded by creators, hermanos y hermanas. We are finding that creation is a beautiful and glorious thing, an able motion to bring joy and peace and victory where there was none. This day is a gift to us that we might know that Dios grande Dios loves us and cherishes us and lives to reach us with HIs love.

Oh the pain does not have to matter when Dios is called in. The burnings don't have to take all of us away because Dios cares for uis even right now. His love is a shelter for us. Dios has a love that pours down like rain or rains down like polite healing waters. We need healing riight now because last night we faced the giant that wants to see us broken always and torn always and unable to reproduce always. Our dry land,the dry lands of our bodies andminds and souls and spirits and hearts are begging to be watered and no one wants to come by and just give us some water. Our crops, the things that we have placed into the soils of this place are dying, frozen, burnt, shattered and waiting for new life to me by.

Dios, water our hurting places right now with your love and kindness. Dios, refugio, feed us with the bread of our soul's crying. We cry for our hunger is great in this place right now O Dios, but we thank You for Your Son Jesuchristo because He is our salvacion, our newness, our peace, our strength. Take these pains and give us peace. Take these rippings and give us peace. Take these hopings and bring us relief O Dios.

O Dios.

grande love have you for us Dios.

Gigante paz is what you have for us right now O Dios/

You see our eyes throwing water down and you come to hold us close to you O Dios.

You know our day is not the same without our chiuld near to us, O Dios.

O Dios, You know that we want to walk without being arrested O Dios.

We need to be strong but we can't face the hurt anymore.

Our babies are gone away. Our babies are gone away.

Our parents are gone away. Our parents are gone away. O DIOS, DIOS, DIOS.

We are being walked on, called the bridge that only deserves walking on. Hear our cry for help O Dios. Lift us up to see this day that you have made new O Dios.

We are tired before we even start but You are our Dios. We love You O Dios. You are our joy O Dios.

------------------------------ ----------------------- We give all of our hope to break on these rocks of pain/wondering how much longer this life we can maintain/the hardest caught twith thought in the brain/many times wanting to take ove the world like Pinky and the Brain/looking around now and things no longer the same/things have changed/Dios came closer and now I am torn in frame/no one here to blame/this time the fight is about my life in His name/ abouther life in HIs name/representing Christ Jesu in this thang/wife wanting Vera Wang/dresses and my heart can't this feeling contain/oblong grace gaced to brace my heart andsou la nd spirit in this firing range/satan firing and dumping them thangs/familia pushed back to take the life for the name/my life for His name/sorrows dumping hollows on my holy swallows/John316 wallows/I am the swine in scripture spitting out them demons refusing the barcode/hoping the time is right for the hard go/God move me swiftly like swallow/cause You take care of the swallow/if the lilies in the field spin and toil not and yet recive their food how much more shall Dios look over you/


January 11, 2008, Enero 11, 2008- A new year has risen nd that is just sitting so powerful with me right now because I have been just looking at how Dios holds us togethr by giving us new days. You know weeping may last/remain/ for the naight/sleepover for the night, but IN THE MORNING the curtains are coming open, I ain't staying in no darkness, my light is about to shine, i am on mission for my Maker.

My king is realer than ever before because He has thrown in this grace lottery of His new day deal a new year. What are you resolute about this year ? How can anyone know what shall be tomorrow. ANd if we run and rush out and live for the day like there is no tomorrow then what we face is being caught out in the open without any armor, you know protection. You know like bullet proof vests them ones on the corner might be wearing or wherever they are being worn. It is called a crime, but what is one to do because the bullets are definitely flying everywhere we turn. They are flying right now over your head, around your shoulders, just missing your heart, your mind, your soul, your spirit.


Ohhh, Dios, Dios!! I'm hit. I'm hit. Sorrow shell 4433 just ripped my flesh and I need to get the Healer over here pronto! OVer and out. ROger that, secondcoming06.


Dios, Dios, my corporal is taking heavy artillery rounds from Doubt and Despair. they got him pinned down in the nubker of the music biz. Need immediate dspatching of troops to assist in extracting these fine warriors. Over and out. Roger that communication, secondcoming06, but uhh, he's gonna have to use his own radio to order those reinforcements. He's a corporal now. Over and out.

These communications are real. Nothing comapres to the fight that has to be undertaken everyday in each of us. Man, woman, transexual, lesbian, bisexual, gay,father, mother, sister, brother, cousin, aunt, uncle, neighbor, grandma, grandpa, great grands, blind, deaf, mute, wheelchair bound, transplanted, amputated, domesticaaly disadvantaged, frustrated, pimp, prostitute, gutter, gully, hood, suburb, ghetto, hustling, imprisoned, presidential, prime minister, king, queen, elite, amateur
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We all have a war to fight, to arm ourselves against. No, it is not the same war in so many senses. It is a war that we view from different angles, from different points of view, but the war is always on. Always swallowing up whoever it can. No one is exempt are the words of Morris Cerrullo. He knows the war is so much more than real right now. He knows that pain is so muchmore painful right now. I pray for the babies who have died at the hands of pressured parents. I pray for the criminals who have re-enterred society with only a substandard rehabiliatation in expectancy of their swift return. I pray that the world will not erupt into seas of molten emotional discontent. I pray that lesbians will continue to give of themselves in search of pure love. I pray that bisexuals will continue to give thier all to the search for pure love. I pray that trnsexuals will continue to give themselves to the search for pure love. At times our messages will not be liked no matter what. at times our greatest joys will feel like our worst enemies. At times thisbiting disease called sin will crease us, fold us, bruise us, batter us, break us, core us, finishing move us, claim ultimate victory over us, but through every storm and through every rain the day will be made new. We shall b made new in the very storm itself for fear is not what we have pumping throug hour veins. That isnot a part of us, but in our destiny is courage and victory and we are more than conqusitadors through Christ Jesus which strengthens us. Right now is the war cry to go forth. War cry over that depression, war cry over that pornography, pray our rest new because it takes a troope and we have troope streaming on every ounce of our DNA. Dios is not a liar. He will give us peace iif we pursue HIm. We have to follow Christ Jesus to victory for He is our King. No match have we at any place, at any time, in any voice.

For Christ I live, for Christ I die and you ain't gotta ask me why....

Your lives are renewed right now in the name of Christ Jesus. Your eyes are healed right now in the name oJesus. Prisoner of pornography you are free right now in the name of JEsus . Prisoner of anorexia, prisoner of obesity, you are both free right now in the name of Jesus Christ. Prisoner of Mad Dog 20/20, Jose Cuervo. Right now is the love of Jesuchristo ready to take all the pain away. This is your year for victory in Jesus Christ.

Step by step claim your freedom in the name of JEsus CHrist!!!

We fight here with you.

Tell us how we can help in any way. blessings, secondcoming06

Pastor Dorcas and Prophet Israel Saunders


One more day we are here wondering if we have breath enough to make it out of hardships, out of pressures, out of illegal tendencies, out of frustrations, out of misdirected priorities, out of hell.

We are products of our environement and that does mean what it says. Exactly what it says. We are the mirrors of our entire lives and we speak what we knoe, much as we hear Jesus telling the Pharisees and the other listeners in them crowds that He speaks and those with him speak what they know because they have been moving and shaking and shivering and fumbling and faltering and falling and feeling and fooling around with God who has said HE is their father, their family.

We learn from our families before we learn from anyone else, and depite the comments that might say,"my family did nothing for me in my life, I made it all on my own", there are some manners that you have gotten that came from no other family but the one that Dios has protected you and provided for you to step away from, but your family is still a part of you because your features can be linked with the features of your mothers and fathers, grandmas and grandpas, aunts and uncles, though you may not have even desired to be around them for a long time.

Jesus knew this fact and never denied that He was God's only born Son.

We say what a title to defend, what a belt to carry around with you, what a robbery to guard against. We look at Jesus Christ's property and at his swagger and at the way that He presented His riches to us.

Man, hermano y hermanas, Jesuschristo, muerte 4 us. Jesus Christ died for us. We hated him like we have hated no one else. We wanted him to shut up. We still want him to shut up and thought that death would be enough to shut JEsus CHrist up with all his talk of new creation and new life and pleasing the living God who is HIs Father and here we are swollen and tired because we have been trying to fight against telling Jesus Christ that he is right and that we knew He was rightt he first time we heard His voice speaking to us, the first time we heard someone talking about how much Jeus didn't do for them and we just attached to ourselves.


Chulo, Mami, JEsus Christo is a flop. Went to Him to heal my body right, and he said he could but said I need to get my faith up. I told him I got mucho dinero, don't need no faith. Can buy faith if I wanted, stack faith up in my casa if I want and he turned away from me and walked on into the temple to teach them loco hermanos y hermanas that pesos can't buy heaven. Who needs JEsuchristo.

You took that and started to believe that just because Jesuchristo couldn't do it for him, surely he might be able to work something out in your life. That's what you thought, you felt more alive than ever before with just the thought that maybe Jesuchristo could move some of these sorrows out of your life, more over that maybe this Jesuchristo could shatter some of these doubts and repair some of your broken places if he knew you were interested in trying it out.

You have heard that Dios es bueno. THat God is good, yet you have immediately felt like what is the worth of turning for His help if there is no guarantee.


Faith is the substance of things hoped for, amigo y amiga, the evidence of things not seen.(Hebreos capitulo 11, verso 6) You are looking with the wong ojos. Can't see the love of Dios because your ojos are dark from looking at Mammon. Tired of the smae old hope that Jesus and Rosa and Rosado and Mike have down the street that bring them nothing mucho, mucho pequeno. That is tiring. Watching everyone else, all the hermanos y hermanas shattering and crying for Jesucristo to come. What sense does that make? Who ever got anything by crying and persistently saying Jesu, Jesu, Jesu, Jesucristo, Jesuchristo.

Pídanle a Dios lo que necesiten (Lc 11:9–13) 7»Pidan, y Dios les dará; busquen, y encontrarán; llamen a la puerta, y se les abrirá. 8Porque todo el que pide, recibe; el que busca, encuentra; y al que llama a la puerta, se le abrirá. 9»¿ Le daría alguno de ustedes una piedra a su hijo si le pide pan? 10¿O le daría una serpiente si le pide un pescado? 11Pues si ustedes, aun siendo malos, saben cómo darles cosas buenas a sus hijos, imagínense cuánto más dispuesto estará su Padre celestial a darles lo que le pidan. 12»Así ; que, traten a los demás como les gustaría que los traten a ustedes. Ese es el verdadero significado de la ley y de la enseñanza de los profeta


Who is hungry and in need of food? Who is thirsty and in need of drink? We give sodas and Gatorades and coffees to our ninos y ninas. We need to give them the bread of life y the living water able to make a fountain in their beliies that they may never thirst again.


Jesús sana a un muchacho (Mr 9:14–29; Lc 9:37–43a) 14Cuando llegaron a donde estaba la multitud, un hombre se acercó a Jesús, se arrodilló ante él y 15le dijo: —Â&ie xcl;Señor, ten compasión de mi hijo! Le dan ataques y sufre terriblemente. Muchas veces cae en el fuego o en el agua. 16Lo llevé a tus seguidores, pero no pudieron sanarlo. 17Cuando Jesús escuchó esto, dijo: —Â&ie xcl;Partidab de incrédulos y pervertidos! ¿CuÃ&iexc l;nto tiempo más tendré que estar con ustedes? ¿Hasta cuándo tendré que soportarlos? Tráiganme al muchacho para acá. 18Entonces Jesús le ordenó al demonio que saliera y el muchacho quedó sano desde ese día. 19Después los seguidores se acercaron a Jesús y le preguntaron en privado: —Â&iq uest;Por qué nosotros no pudimos expulsar a ese demonio? 20Jesús les dijo: —Eso fue porque ustedes tienen muy poca fe. Les digo la verdad: si su fe fuera tan sólo como un grano de mostazac, podrían decirle a esta montaña: “Muà ©vete de aquí para alláâ&euro ;, y esta se movería. Nada les sería imposible. 21d

Dios es refugio. JesuChristo es salvacion. the nombre de Jesucristo es salvacion. Dios, Dios, mi nombre es _____________. I need you. Save me. Be mi refugio y salvacion. Christo, CHristo, be mi refugio y salvacion. Amen


We have asked for the blessing and not hte cursing to be our own. YEtthe darkness awaits us in this place where all we see is the present glory of Darkness's throne. Hurting ain't the word for what we even got going on. Needing that Savior stronger than Frank Nitti and Al Capone. Needing this faith we gotto be about 12 inches long. More than a mustard seed for we bleed ravished dialect even as we seek here in this place to breed. Making offspring unable to be weaned and we are feeling like the soil is corrupting the seed. GOd, be merciful as here this moment with Your champions we plead. Abraham asked of Your ways and You shared with HIm Your greatest need. Need to have folks and bloods and Latin Kings steadily move towards me and live noton greed but on the love and the mercy that I through Jesus CHrist faithfully feed. COme unto me. Famous scriptures lost in the toss up of influxed social, moral and self destruct. Angry, frustrated, abated, we knuck up. YEt God has a history of shaving down the teeth of those who don't give a flying skunk what grace has done for them lately. I the saucer and you the plate ornately. Merly platterware crashing to floors often times and our ceramic spines are coated and infused by the muse of an unforgiving earthenware. Freedom sought and not uncovered in the palms of these hands where strength is as eweakness in its intimately graven demands. Can't You see these tears held in my hands? Can't You see the fear held in my eyes pans? Hearts folding like swan marzipans and wondering how in this forced fire we are intended to stand. I fail in the fire because the fire is touching the pain sensors locked in my hands. COmpassion short among the lovingest family clans. Opposition surgically removing the real and giving artificial limb to the ones seking a true reprimand. God is not unwilling to stand, yet for us HE will not quickly stand. HE stands because He must honor His promised Word and we are blessed and highly favored when GOd's rivers of living waters are completely swallowing our every plan. REpentance is an act that only our souls seem to consider privately in high demand. A man went nto the woods to track down and hunt dinner for his family. It was crazy-absolutely crazy that all the vittles had just disappeared out of his house's cabinets. Each day was like the one before without any shadow of changing and each day this man came in totally emptied of all that he was. HIs children saw a man that they didn't know other than being able to say, Daddy's at work. THis man's wife was quited in her dealings with non shatter proof matters when she dealt with her husband. Once there was a real fire blazing in their hearts for one another. COuld not wait to be as Adam and Eve were in the time before they lost their purity. COuldn't wait to spend all the refreshing strength on the youngest blessings of the family. There was a time when they knew without a doubtthat God had been rightthere in their living room, right there in their adobe. There had been a time when they smiled more than frowned, a time when they laughed more than cried, and now the routine had taken over. Made them robotic, mechanical imprints of whatthis world says the keys to sucess and wellness are. We are facing this position right now-you and I and so many many others. Lost is our desire to serve a worthy God and a Dios who deserves our standing up and waving our hands and our jubilant freely given thanks to HiIM for all that HE is even in the storms and lion's dens of everyday. GONE are the chatters of prayers being sent up to that Dios who made everything work out for the good of us because God knew without a doubt that we loved Him more than anything else. Now we look around and we are numb to the hope that lies present still ready to spill us again that all may know that there is a GOD in our person, in our homes, at our jobs, in our churches and synagogues and temples and houses of worship, our apartments of worship and praise for HE who makes floods unable to hold poverty on us. Mighty is he who takes a set of immigration laws meant to destroy yet another stability pillar in creating slow burn in our souls and in turn in our families. As we deal with this day, as we find shattering unable to go around or over or under, let us recall that moments, those moments when Dios was all we had left and He stood up to be respected. Our lives are impressions of HIs light, of His Son, Light. We pray that blessings and favors and hopings for newness and salvations follow you each until our Lord Jesuchristo returns to let us each know that we have worked not in absence of sight and mention. Rejoice for your names are written in the book of life. Coming ot this place in a n effort to breed. The masteries of the body and mind and spirit makes me fold and flex because my spirit hurts when it doesn't hear it. When it doesn't hear that GOd's voice is close and speaking in it. How many corners bended? How many lives abruptly ended? How many horners rescinded? Come quick because I need swift rescue. This flood is sweeping me away and i can't feel my jewels. SOunds arrogantly placed in time an space but my sins equal the only debt that has truly been erased. Christ Jesus, bring my life to the heavenl;y place that I may sit and eat with you and know face to face. Give the sstrength to make it through this race. Looking steadily into the eyes of another rampant paper chase. Visions trying to claim my place, snatch me out of God's hand where I am engraved in Grace. God bless all who hear this spiritual lace. MAy God take your steps and make a cake. Until the world ceases to ache calling on the name of Jesus CHrist who saves the day. Like Kirk said, Jesus, You are my hero. blessings to you all, secondcoming06-Pastors Dorcas and Israel Saunders

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