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Posted by Chere Poole on November 29, 2009 at 6:44pm

I suppose it's only natural to be thinking along thankfulness lines at this time of year. I love the fact that we live in a country that has set aside at least one day a year for being thankful. It comes at a good time, I believe, considering Christmas is the next holiday. When I think of all I am thankful for, material goods are not what comes to mind. Like most of us, I could always use a nicer this or a newer that, and I am thankful for the things I have, but the true, deeper thoughts of thankfulness revolve around relationships.When I think of the love and support I receive from the close relationships I have with others, I become extrememly thankful. It helps me keep things in perspective when shopping for Christmas gifts. I tend to look for something that will express my thankfulness for what those close to me have given throughout the year. I look for that thing that demonstrates in a tangible way the often intangible gifts they've given me.This past weekend I found a beautiful, soft, colorful and warm winter scarf that made me think of someone near and dear. I bought it for her because to me it represented her soft, warm, beautiful heart, and I could picture her smiling as she wrapped it around her neck to stay warm this winter. The thought made me smile. I knew it would look beautiful on her, that it would meet a need, and be both practical and pleasing. It wasn't expensive, it wasn't couture, but I knew she would love it, and that's all that mattered.I used to think the more I cared for someone the more I needed to spend on them to prove my love. I've grown up since then. It's not the volume of presents under the tree that matters. It's the abundance of love and thankfulness with which they are given that will touch the hearts of those we love.I remember many a Christmas morning as a child looking for the tinfoil-covered shoebox that meant Grandma had once again made her special holiday fudge. That was always the box I opened first, happily indulging in the rich, nut-laden homemade goodness as all the other presents were passed around and opened eagerly. To be honest, I can't remember a single gift I received in my childhood that meant as much as Grandma's fudge. I'm sure I received many wonderful things ~ toys, books, new clothes, dolls, etc. ~ but I don't remember them. I do, however, remember Grandma's tin foiled box of love.If you worry over the amount of money you have to spend on gifts this year, if you are concerned it's not enough, the presents won't be fancy enough or there won't be enough of them under the tree...don't. Just do what you can to show those you love how thankful you are for them. Make a card that expresses your joy at having them in your life. Bake a batch of cookies or homemade fudge. Draw a picture, write a poem, or give a "coupon" for a task or service you will provide free of charge. Write a note or letter and simply tell someone how they have influenced your life in a positive way.Remember, it isn't the dollar amount you spend that matters, it isn't the name on the label or the expertise with which it is assembled. It's the amount of heart you put in to whatever you give that shows how much you care. Do it now, this year. Don't wait to tell someone you love how thankful you are for their life. It just might be the best gift you could possibly give.God bless you ~ cpwritergirl

I have a Novel in a contest..Would you vote for me?

Posted by Michel Archer on November 29, 2009 at 5:30pm

I was invited to enter my novel, The Mysterious Calling of Mike Malone, in an acquisitions contest held by Marcher Lord Press. The contest has 4 rounds, the winning prize is to have your novel published. This weekend the voting for round 2 of the contest is taking place. People were invited to come in and read the first 500 words of each entry. I'll post mine below.To be truthful, I think any of the novels in the contest would be a fine choice for publication. You could practically run this competition by dart board, but that's' why I don't have any qualms about asking for votes out of the blue. I know I'm not trying to squeeze out someone that I really think writes that much better than me.But if you want to peruse, round 2 voting ends tomorrow at midnight. Some rules of the contest: you have to vote for at least 3 entries or your vote won't count, so you could vote for mine and either study the other entries or close your eyes and pick 2 more. (I read them all and I still had to do it that way.)And you have to register to vote, but it goes quickly. On the site...after logging in, go to Marcher Lord Selects, then go to Main Contest Phase 2, there you can find the file with all of the excerpts in it, then you go to Phase 2 polling and vote.http://wherethemapends.proboards.com/index.cgi (New link)And thank you very, very MUCH. Oh, the things you do when you don't have an agent!Here is my 500 hundred word excerpt....The Mysterious Calling of Mike MaloneMike Malone needed help.Locking the door of his classic, midnight blue Cutlass, Mike turned and dropped the key into the pocket of his trench coat. Classic cars and older homes brought to mind better days. He wished he was having one of those better days right now.Staring up at the towering buildings he couldn’t lose the sensation that something stared back.A huge truck rumbled past and Mike spun to join the crowd of men and women hustling down the sidewalk. The lunch rush in downtown Chicago meant every second or third person had a schedule as tight as his own.He didn’t care. He kept running through the morning’s events in his office over what happened in his office, making sure he remembered it with no exaggerations…no lies…nothing.Someone is staring at the back of my head…someone is back there… He tried to shake it off, but the sensation never fully left him anymore. I’m going insane...I have to be crazy…Am I having a nervous breakdown? I’m too young for that…right?Half sick from hunger and anxiety, he spied the shorter man waiting for him outside of Angelo’s Pizza, and relief washed over him. Decked out in his over-sized, blue knit sweater and dark brown pony-tail, Mike found the sight of his best friend, Rudy, oddly comforting, an island of normalcy in his bizarre ocean.“I dunno,” Rudy said, looking up as Mike approached. “I like Angelo’s but so does everybody else. It’s packed. No way you’ll get back to work on time.”The weird presence that had gripped Mike in his office came on even stronger; the invisible stalker stayed with him. An uncontrolled shiver rattled his spine.Stop watching me!“Hey, we’re here,” Mike said, running a hand through his longish, blonde hair and trying hard to sound like he hadn’ta care in the world. “Let’s check it out.”As they walked through the door, he glanced over the crowd and found her: a young, black-haired waitress with her eyes trained on him so intently, Mike felt like an item on her personal menu. He didn’t understand how he knew, but she was part of this feeling, this freakish connection he sometimes experienced with random souls.She hurried over, focusing completely on him.“How many in your party, sir?” she asked, her voice a sultry contralto.Suddenly, uncertain over such attention from a perfect stranger, Mike’s cheeks heated up. “Uh, t-two.”“This way.” She whisked them through the crowd like Moses parting the Red Sea and seated them at a table in the very back of the restaurant.“I’m Angie, I’ll be your waitress today,” she said, her dark eyes studying Mike’s face. “The pepperoni, extra cheeseis our special…”She took their order and after one more longing gaze at Mike, vanished into the crowd.Rudy snickered. “You gotta admit, sometimes this whole love at first sight thing chicks get for you is handy.”Well...that's the opening...if you like it, please vote!And thank you!

I AM GREAT, GREAT!!

Posted by John Richeson on November 28, 2009 at 9:30am

I became a great, great, Uncle at the age of 55. You heard me right. That's x2. It is very unusual to reach great, great status at my age from what I understand. My youngest brother is 10 years younger than me. He was only 45 when he became a great, great, Uncle. It is likely that me an my brothers will be great, great, great Uncles in our lifetimes, with the possibility of being great, great, great, great uncles if we live to very old ages. What's also rare is my Dad, who is alive and well, became a great, great grandfather at the age of 82. Meet Laela Marie Newton, the object of our greatness. Are there any others out there who are great like me?

Homeschooling banned by Nazi Germany in 1938 used as premise for current homeschoolers in Germany....

Posted by Karen (Hemmalin) McGrath on November 24, 2009 at 1:36pm

Amazingly, this Christian family in Germany has been in trouble with the authorities for years for homeschooling their children are still under fire in Germany this week.Here is a link to the article. http://www.hslda.org/hs/international/Germany/200911200.aspThe prosecutor is using archaic law implemented by Hitler in Germany in 1938 banning homeschool.

Hobbies

Posted by Joe Kriston on November 21, 2009 at 8:45pm

A short while ago, when I was in one of my more perturbed snits, I stood in the doorway of one of my grown sons' room, where he, his older brother and some of their friends were sitting, eyes glued to the big-screen television, controllers in hands, playing some crazy shoot-'em-up video game that looked more graphic and lifelike than anything I had ever seen...As this had become a habit of theirs, after a minute or two I snapped "Is that all you guys do, sit around playing video games?"...One of them, without taking his eyes off of the screen or missing a shot on the controller answered "There's nuthin' else to do"...."Well, why don't you guys go get a hobby?" I barked...They all turned and looked at me like I just suggested they shave their heads and go sell flowers at the airport..."That's the dumbest idea I've ever heard" was my older son's response....Okay, it was just a suggestion...Anyway, it got me to thinking about hobbies, my own hobbies in fact, and what and if any purpose they serve...Seems like when you're a kid, your whole life is spent on a hobby or a series of hobbies, that is, doing whatever the heck brings you pleasure or amusement, unless, of course, school, homework, chores or church interrupt them...And I guess when one get's older, one is supposed to put away those childish things, like the Bible says, unless one doesn't, and then maybe they become hobbies...Naturally, as adults, a good deal of our time is consumed with our "have tos", so maybe one qualification of a hobby is a "want to"...As a kid, my main interest, or thing, was baseball...I played it, watched it, read about it, argued about it, dreamt it and fantasized about it...Even though I became somewhat disattached to it as I grew into adulthood, I would still sneak into Anderson Library at the Emporia Campus after supper and read the sports page of the Emporia Gazette and keep up with the pennant races and other vital baseball news...To this day, I still spend a fair amount of time watching baseball...Of course, I happen to have the misfortune of being a Chicago Cubs fan...If you're a baseball fan, and maybe even if you're not, you probably know that the Cubs haven't really won a championship in,like, a hundred years or something...So I spend a good amount of my amusement and pleasure time, hollering at the television, at the left fielder for missing the cut-off man, at the batter for swinging at a 3-0 pitch in the dirt, or the eight million dollar a year pitcher who just walked the bases loaded...One of my other pastimes, or hobbies, is tinkering with old vehicles...A while back, I made up my mind that I was going to learn to sew and redo my own interiors on a couple of my old projects...I bought a portable industrial sewing machine and started practicing my stitching...The bobbin would get jammed and I'd yank it out of the machine and fling it across the room...The machine zigged when I thought it should have zagged and I'd curse the manufacturer...The door panels that I spent about thirty hours making were too thick and the doors wouldn't latch properly on the truck after I put them on...Sure, I like to do things with my hands, but why do I spend my free time on things that frustrate me so?...I've even gotten mad at whoever the guy is that makes the crossword puzzle when I can't figure it out....Then I go to my "have to" on Monday morning and I back my truck over a bucket of tar, getting it all over the truck and driveway, and say "oops---No, prob....I'll just clean it up"...Maybe I've used up all of my anger on things that don't really matter---and nobody got hurt...

Embracing "both/and"on My Journey from Failure to Success

Posted by Lonnell Johnson on November 21, 2009 at 1:00pm

Photo credithttp://amyjohines.com/2008/02/journey-to-the-unknown-wordless-wednesday/Part 1Many times as I go through life and encounter situations that I do not totally understand, I will from time to time write down my thoughts while endeavoring to process the experience that I am going through. After some serious consideration, I have changed my thinking from accepting the duality of “either/or” to embracing concept of “both/and.” In the process I have gone from the designation of being a “total failure” to “not being as successful” as I would like to have been in certain categories.I think of the lyrics to a powerful song called “Lessons to be Learned”:Why did that right road take that wrong turn?Why did our heart break, and why did we get burned?Just like the seasons there are reasons for the path we take:There are no mistakes, just lessons to be learned.Listen to the song in its entirety:http://www.barbrastreisand.com/us/node/4698What are the lessons God is teaching me during this season of my life? I am a life-long learner, an ever-eager student in the University of Life, and I am continually learning more about God and my relationship with Him. For me, one of the verses that I so often share has become more than just a cliché. Romans 8:28 for me is “life verse”, a constant reminder that God is good and all things work together for the good, no matter the circumstances.Romans 8:28And we know that all things work together for good to those who love God, to those who are the called according to His purpose.In the minds of many I am a failure. . . Does it really matter what “people say”?Here is an-mail that I received that I will include at this point. Most providentially I received this email at a time when I was asking this very question in terms of my own perceived shortcomings.What is failure?________________________________________Failure doesn’t mean that you are a failure;it does mean you haven’t yet succeeded.Failure doesn’t mean that you have accomplished nothing;it does mean you have learned something.Failure doesn’t mean that you have been a fool;it does mean you have a lot of faith.Failure doesn’t mean that you have been disgraced;it does mean you were willing to try.Failure doesn’t mean you don’t have it;it does mean you have to do something in a different way.Failure doesn’t mean you are inferior;it does mean you are not perfect.Failure doesn’t mean you’ve wasted your life;it does mean you have a reason to start afresh.Failure doesn’t mean you should give up;it does mean you must try harder.Failure doesn’t mean you will never make it;it does mean it will take a little longer.Failure doesn’t mean God has abandoned you;it does mean God has a better way.Author unknown________________________________________The Living Word Library © 1996 - 2008editor@wordlibrary.co.ukhttp://www.biblelife.co.uk/printarticle.php?id=523The last line of the statement about failure brings to mind this poem:We Pray—God AnswersTherefore I say to you, whatever things you ask when you pray,believe that you receive them, and you will have them.Mark 11:24

We pray, asking to receive and seeking to find.If we knock, the door shall be opened all our days,For God answers prayer in one of three sovereign ways:Sometimes we pray and find that the answer is “yes.”In Christ each promise is “yes” and “amen”,For God is not a man that He should lie.He has already spoken—What shall we say thenBut give thanks, for when we call Him, He hears each cry.Other times we find that the answer is “not yet.”We need more patience so that after we have doneAll the will of God, as sons we might be instilledWith confident assurance given to each one,Set as an empty vessel, yet to be fulfilled.Or God may say, “I have something better in mind.”Before we abandon hope, feeling left behind,Though it may seem we cannot pass another test,But if we stop and think a moment, we will findGod, our all-wise Father, really knows what is best.Part 2Success and its antonym, failure, are connected in this definition which introduces the last stanza of a familiar poem of great inspiration entitled “Don’t Quit.”Success is failure turned inside out---The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,Here is a video adaptation of the words of this popular poem:

As I was thinking about the entire subject of failure and success, another poem came to mind, a very penetrating expression of the view of life through the eyes of the noted 19th Century poet, Emily Dickinson, who wrote these words:Success is counted sweetestBy those who ne’er succeed.To comprehend a nectarRequires sorest need.In response, I wrote this poem to express my view regarding success in light of those who fail to achieve it:I Have Sipped a SweetnessDo you not know that in a race all the runners compete,but [only] one receives the prize? So run [your race]that you may lay hold [of the prize] and make it yours.Now every athlete who goes into trainingconducts himself temperately and restricts himself in all things.They do it to win a wreath that will soon wither,but we [do it to receive a crown of eternal blessedness]that cannot wither.1 Corinthians 9:24-25 Amplified BibleSaid the fragile lady who never knew such bliss,“Success is counted sweetest by those who ne’er succeed.”In her enigmatic style went on to say this:“To comprehend a nectar requires sorest need.”Said the dark poet of another time and place,I have sipped a sweetness beyond any honey,The rush in the blood of the one who wins his race,A foretaste of the glory to come that inspiresSelf discipline to sublimate carnal desires,Casting aside every weight, each besetting sin,I press toward the mark, the prize now set before meAnd run with patience the race I’m destined to win.Then shall I know ultimate ecstasy of victoryAnd savor God’s goodness for all eternity.In closing, let me make this final statement about what appears to be failure. I’m sure that if we scrutinized our lives closely we could easily be overcome by a sense of failure in light of the circumstances that surround us. We can take courage and be strengthened, however, by the example of someone whose life ended most tragically without apparent accomplishment of his mission. He died a shameful death, and those who believed in him, deserted him. Yes, Jesus Christ, in the eyes of the world was a disastrous failure at the end of his life. However, we know “the rest of the story,” and I am writing these words of exhortation to you because of his triumph over the worst possible circumstances—even death itself. Because he was a super-conqueror, in all these things we are more than conquerors.So take heart, my brothers and sisters, and be encouraged. The best is always yet to come. So we must take heart and remember that when we experience what seems to be failure, that “a set-back is just a set-up for a comeback.”I also take comfort in the timeless universal truth that “This too shall pass.” This expression is set to music and rendered in a most inspiring manner as Yolanda Adams reminds us:

Lonnell Johnson/Dr. J

How Firm a Foundation: A Morning Meditation

Posted by Lonnell Johnson on November 18, 2009 at 2:26am

Photo credit:http://www.churchmedia.net/forums/thematic-ideas-and-metaphors/8442-ideas-for-theme-sermon-series.htmlThis morning during my devotional time this passage from Hebrews 13:5-6 came to mind, as the words from the Amplified Bible ministered to me in a most comforting yet energizing way:Hebrews 13:5-6 (Amplified Bible)Let your character or moral disposition be free from love of money [including greed, avarice, lust, and craving for earthly possessions] and be satisfied with your present [circumstances and with what you have]; for He [God] Himself has said, I will not in any way fail you nor give you up nor leave you without support. [I will] not, [I will] not, [I will] not in any degree leave you helpless nor forsake nor let [you] down (relax My hold on you)! [Assuredly not!]So we take comfort and are encouraged and confidently and boldly say, The Lord is my Helper; I will not be seized with alarm [I will not fear or dread or be terrified]. What can man do to me?I also thought of the lyrics to the “How Firm a Foundation” which I recall singing countless times in the past, but the words arrested my attention this morning and reinforced the message of the passage from Hebrews. The lines from the last stanza impacted me in a particularly profound way:"The soul that on Jesus hath leaned for repose I will not,I will not, desert to his foes;That soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake,I'll never, no never, no never, forsake!"

Here are the lyrics to the entire song:

How Firm a FoundationHow firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord,Is laid for your faith in His excellent Word!What more can He say than to you He hath saidWho unto the Savior for refuge have fled?In every condition, -- in sickness, in health,In poverty's vale, or abounding in wealth,At home and abroad, on the land, on the sea, --The Lord, the Almighty, they strength e'er shall be."Fear not, I am with thee, oh, be not dismayed,For I am thy God and will still give thee aid;I'll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand,Upheld by My righteous, omnipotent hand."When through the deep waters I call thee to go,The rivers of sorrow shall not overflow;For I will be with thee thy troubles to blessAnd sanctify to thee thy deepest distress."When through fiery trials thy pathway shall lie,My grace, all-sufficient, shall be thy supply.The flames shall not hurt thee; I only designThy dross to consume and thy gold to refine."E'en down to old age all My people shall proveMy sovereign, eternal, unchangeable love;And when hoary hairs shall their temples adorn,Like lambs they shall still in My bosom be borne."The soul that on Jesus hath leaned for reposeI will not, I will not, desert to his foes;That soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake,I'll never, no never, no never, forsake!"

To reinforce the message of the passage and the song, here is a rendition of the powerful hymn from the album, "Together for the Gospel Live" from Sovereign Grace Music:

A most remarkable sunesis or coming together of rivers of understanding, occurred in my mind that overflowed with inspiration to compose this poem:This I Know Is TrueHebrews 13:5-6God says, “I will never, never, never leave you.”“All those called by My name I will never forsake.”Despite all that befalls me, this I know is true.To do His will I do whatever it may take.His words of comfort encourage and speak to me:“All those called by name I will never forsake.”I walk by faith beyond anything I can see.Since God is my helper, I say, “I will not fear.”His words of comfort encourage and speak to me.Though He may seem far away, He is always near.I will not covet anything: I am content.Since God is my helper, I say, “I will not fear.”When fiery trials press me to the fullest extent,I rest in the Word of God, in absolute trust.I will not covet anything: I am content.I rest in the Word of God, in absolute trust.God says, “I will never, never, never leave you.”I rest in the Word of God, in absolute trust.Despite all that befalls me, this I know is true.As I was concluding this blog, a song from my distant childhood days came to mind with these lyrics:Yes, I'm working on a building.It's a true foundation.I'm holding up the blood-stained banner for my Lord.Just as soon I get through working on a building,I'm going up to Heaven to get my reward.I went to see if I could find a recording to share, and I came across this lively performance by the Oak Ridge Boys who comfirm the essence of the message regarding our "true foundation" which is indeed firm.

]Lonnell Johnson

Veterans Day 2009: I Remember

Posted by Lonnell Johnson on November 10, 2009 at 7:30pm

Today is Veterans Day, a day of special significance for me. November 11 is my sister Cheryl’s birthday, and I recently posted a blog which featured original poetry, commentary and music videos compiled in celebration of her birthday. In addition, the holiday also marks the 11th anniversary of the burial of my former brother-in-law, Cheryl’s first husband who passed away in 1999. My sister has remarried and her life continues to abound with the blessings of God that overflow from her soul. Aside from the significance of these two events, Veterans Day is especially meaningful to me in that the holiday always brings to mind the fact that I am a Viet Nam era veteran, who came to a knowledge of the saving grace of the Lord Jesus Christ during my two-year hitch in the US Army from January 1967 to December 1968. During this time I was introduced to the Word of God through the Way International, and I manifested the Spirit of the living God in a most dramatic and life-changing manner. I can’t begin to express just how grateful to God I for my military experience, whereby I was introduced to classroom teaching while at the same time discovering my poetic inclination which has since blossomed and has now become such a vital part of my life. As a writer for Examiner.com I just published a commentary on Veterans Day along with a very moving video, which I trust will blessing. Let me know what you think.Lonnell

Originally called Armistice Day, President Woodrow Wilson signed into law this holiday as November 11 when on the 11th of the 11th month at 11 a.m., the nation observed a moment of silence to remember all soldiers who died in all wars. The armistice signed in 1918 marked the end of World War I, said to be the war to end all wars. Since that time, the United States has been in three more wars: World War II, the Korean War, and the Vietnam War. Our armed forces are still involved in conflicts in Iraq and Afghanistan. The observance is now called Veterans Day.In 1921, an unknown World War I American soldier was buried I n Arlington National Cemetery. Similar ceremonies occurred earlier in England and France, where when an unknown soldier was buried in two other nations’ highest place of honor: in England at Westminster Abbey and in France at the Arc de Triomphe).The bodies of three more unknown soldiers were later brought to Arlington. Now on Veterans Day, special services take place at the Tomb of that the Tomb of the Unknown and throughout the nation in tribute to those who have served in the Armed Forces.In light of the recent tragic events at Fort Hood, Texas, this Veterans Day is particularly meaningful. The video posted below by Lizzie Palmer, a high school student, reminds us all to Remember Our Soldiers:

Blessed and Highly Favored: A Birthday Tribute to My Sister

Posted by Lonnell Johnson on November 4, 2009 at 8:00am

Birthday Blessings for my sister, Cheryl

From your friend and brother, Lonnell

More than a blog composed to celebrate the birthday of my beloved sister, Cheryl, “Blessed and Highly Favored” is a compilation of photos, scriptures, comments, poetry and music centered on the theme that so typifies the essence of the life of Cheryl Lois Williams. Some of the original poetry was inspired by actual words that Cheryl spoke to me, as in the life-changing comments she made that gave birth to “A Prayer to Know the Fullness of Your Grace.” Others, such as “Blessed and Highly Favored” and “To Bring Closure” were inspired by situations in her life. “Be Still and Know” was written while I was in Atlanta staying with Cheryl following her surgery a few years ago. The musical selections have particular meaning for Cheryl, who has a great appreciation for music.Overall, this birthday greeting is a somewhat new enterprise for me to a degree. Not too long ago, I became a writer for Examiner.com, an Internet publication, serving as Christian Spirituality Examiner for Columbus, Ohio. In publishing articles I learned to insert photos and embed videos as well. I thought I’d see if I could incorporate some of the same features as part of my blog. This is among my first attempts at such a modified blog, and I trust it will be a blessing to you, as together we celebrate the life of a wonderful woman of God who is, indeed, “blessed and highly favored.”LEJ

Something about SistersThere’s something about sisterswhen they sing. . .a Sunday morning somethingI can’t explain.I hold my ear near the heartAnd hear a single sound:a chord, barely heard, fashioned fromthe subtle weave of close harmonies;a common bond—collective strength tiesand unifies their sisterhood—pulsates from the same womb:when Patti, Maxine and Laverne French-braid wartime memorieswith the “Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy of Company B”,Grandma always smiles;when the McGuires, sisters of note of the fifties,croon “Sincerely” in solo three-part harmony,watch the tears swell in Aunt Gloria’s eyes;when the “high camp” Pointers start to cut loose,they show do get “So Excited,”and set the place on “Fire”;when the Booker Sisters down at the True VineSanctified Church on Branch Street rear back with an A&B selection,some folks can’t do nothing but wave they hands;when Kathleen and Jessye, two sisters of the spirit,sing “Talk about a Chile That Do Love Jesus,”they can move Roscoe Hardaway to tears.Yes, sisters are something when they sing.Miss Rosa sat down and sang, “I Shall Not Be Moved,”and when she stood up, look what happened.Some sisters sang a cappella, composing melodiesto flow like “Sweet Honey in the Rock,”vocalizing birth pangs to movements:Abolition, Temperance,Suffrage, Civil Rights,Women’s Rights. . .and so on they sing. . .Sisters of the races, a fusion of community,blending fiery colors beyond the spectrum of the rainbow,they attune their voices in powerful ways,whether to sing lullabies or battle cries.I can’t put my finger on it,but. . .there’s something about sisterswhen they sing.

Cheryl once commented to me that when you find yourself in a hard place, in a situation where you don't desire to be in, God is often trying to do one or a combination of things: He is trying to "Direct You, Inspect You, Correct You, Protect You, Perfect You." That statement such a profound impact upon me that developed an entire teaching based on the quote. I transformed the statement in to a five-fold prayer, part of which is expressed in the following poem:

Prayer to Know the Fullness of Your Grace

Direct mePrepare the way, straighten my path, order my steps,Shine your light upon me that I may not stumble,That I may not walk in the light of my own sparks,But illumine my way with the lamp of your Word.Lord, direct my heart into the love of GodAnd into the patient waiting for Jesus Christ.Raise me up in righteousness and direct all my ways.Inspect meTry MeSearch me, O God, and know my heart:try me, and know my thoughts:And see if there be any wicked way in me,and lead me in the way everlasting.Lord, Prepare me to be a sanctuary. . .pure and holy, tried and true. . .Purify my motive; assay my devotion;weigh each desire, carat by carat, dram by dram.In the refining fire of your furnace try me.Test the mettle of my soul; scrape away all dross,all debris that would adulterate my intentsand leave behind the purity of ore that Imay see my face reflected in the pool of gold.I long to take the treasure of your precious Word,securely hide it in the lock box of my heartand as a faithful son, hand you the only key.Correct meAs my teacher help me not to hasten each lesson.Even the times you chasten while drawing me near.Each time you admonish you demonstrate your love.Help me to learn not to resist the chastening rod,But may I yield toward your reproof and correction.”It is good for me that I have been afflictedThat I might learn your precepts,” may I also say.Protect meAs a child runs to safety in his father’s arms,So I, too, run to you, “my shelter from life’s storms.”Lord, I long to dwell with you in the secret place,My buckler, my shield, deliverer, my fortress,Strong tower, defender, who responds to my prayer.For Lord, you are faithful, who will establish meAnd protect me and deliver me from evil.Perfect meWhat I lack fulfill, that I may not come up short.Bring to maturity any deficiencyThat I may be perfect and entire, wanting nothing.Make me perfect in every good work to do your will.May the inner spaces of my heart catch your eye.As you scan the vast landscape of this green planet,May you see the perfect man you asked me to be.Lord, I pray that youinspect me,direct me,correct me,protect me,perfect meThat I may know you and the fullness of your grace.This I pray in the name above all names, Jesus Christ.Amen

for Cheryl Lois Thompsonin anticipation of a glorious New Year“Prosperity and Jubilee in 2003”Blessed and Highly FavoredThere is that scattereth, and yet increaseth;And there is that withholdeth more than is meet,but it leadeth to poverty.The liberal soul shall be made fat:And he that watereth shall be watered also himself.Proverbs 11:24-25More than merely cliché, “Blessed and highly favored”Describes the essence of your gracious being muchMore than rote response, for you have truly savoredThe goodness of God and known His flourishing touch.In going out and coming in, blessings abound.You touch each soul you meet with God’s love, joy and peace.From the depths of a grateful heart praises resound,Not in lesser measure but steadily increase.People observe you and ask what is the reasonFor your most bountiful harvest of good success.Your roots reach deep and bear fruit in each season,As you express God’s desire to lavishly bless.To know you is to love you, as sister and friend.You show that God’s blessing and favor never end.

Even as a child, the blessings abounded and God showed His favor.

“. . . Rejoice, highly favored one, the Lord is with you; blessed are you among women!”

In the aftermath of Hurricanes Katrina and Rita, Cheryl sent me a tape series that her pastor had taught regarding the storms of life that we all encountered. The teachings ministered mightily to me and inspired the following poems:

This Ever-present Truth

Inspired by the first of two teachings by Dr. Aaron L. ParkerZion Hill Baptist ChurchAtlanta, GeorgiaFor He commands and raises the stormy wind,which lifts up the waves of the sea.They mount up to the heavens, they go down again to the depths;Their soul melts because of trouble.He calms the storm, so that its waves are still.Then they are glad because they are quiet;so He guides them to their desired haven.Psalm 107:25-26, 29-30As we navigate through the stages of our lives,Mild breezes that caress our days are soon transformedInto wild gales and floods, as one more storm arrives.Despite this ever-present truth, we are alarmedAnd unprepared for life’s torrential winds and rain,As the raging storm center races toward our shore,Gathering force and mounting into a hurricane.We find ourselves near the eye of the storm once more.The whirlwind soon passes over and leaves behindRising flood waters that would overwhelm the soul,But through prayer and strong faith we know that we shall findCourage to endure, though each storm exacts its toll.God prepares us to go through howling gusts and rain,With strength between storms, ready to go through again.Lonnell E. Johnson--September 28, 2005The Prayer Directive: Strength between StormsInspired by the second of two teachings by Dr. Aaron L. ParkerRejoicing in hope, patient in tribulation,continuing steadfastly in prayer;Romans 12:12 [NKJV]When it seems that we have reached our outer limitsOf exhausted options and can no longer cope,Wrestling with unbelief, our foe that inhibits,God’s Word reminds us to keep rejoicing in hope.We know that in patience we possess our soul.In the midst of life’s pressures, we remain secure,Assured that in Christ Jesus, we have been made whole,Watching and waiting with renewed strength to endure.As stately palm trees, we yield and bend in the wind,And pray in the spirit, with requests that never cease.As sweet-smelling incense, our fervent prayers ascendIn greater measure, as our petitions increase.Though storms may overwhelm, we are still in God’s care:Therefore rejoice, be patient, continue in prayer.Lonnell E. JohnsonOctober 8, 2005Walking on the Troubled Waters of LifeInspired by another “storm” teachingby Dr. Aaron L. ParkerZion Hill Baptist ChurchAtlanta, GeorgiaMatthew 14:22-33In the fourth watch, long before the sun begins to rise,A tempest attacks my ship with waves that overwhelm.My vessel seems abandoned with no one at the helmWhen a vision of the Savior appears before my eyes:Jesus comes walking on the troubled waters of life.As storms of our times bring conflict, confusion and strife.May I not be fretful, anxious, cowardly like some,But like Peter say, “Since you are my Lord, bid me come.”And step out of the boat to walk on the storm-tossed sea.While battered by fierce waves, tormented and tossed about,In the time of my distress I cry out, “Lord, save me!”He then asks, “O, you of little faith, why did you doubt?”In the midst of turbulent times, may I “get a grip”And walk hand in hand with the Master back to the ship.Lonnell E. JohnsonFebruary 25, 2007

Be Still and KnowBe still, and know that I am God;I will be exalted among the nations,I will be exalted in the earth!Psalm 46:10Be still and know that I am God, that I am the eternal one.Though your cherished dreams have faded and long since goneThe way of all flesh, my divine plans you shall see,As I weave the tapestry of eternity.Though you seem forsaken, you are never alone,Even when the burden of dark sin cannot atone,And the hearts of men have hardened and turned to stone:Be still and know that I am God.Though storms may overwhelm and friends may abandonWhen diseases surface to assault flesh and bone.These scenes will reveal the man I thought I could be,As words of the Psalmist comfort and remind me,When this life is over and all is said and done:Be still and know that I am God.Lonnell E. JohnsonAtlanta, GeorgiaJanuary 11, 2005

To Bring Closurefor Cheryl Lois Thompsonmy blessed and highly favoredsister and friend"Your life is a book and everyday is a page.”Elijah PierceIn the eyes of God, each life is an open book,Inscribed in first person, where nothing is hidden,But to really see, we must take a closer lookTo discern between each line as it is written.Past pages reveal both the shame and the glory,As we craft chronicles from confusion and strife,Ongoing sagas of our personal history:Tragic lines composed in the comedy of life.We strive to bring closure to another chapterAnd break free from the bondage of each past mistake,To apply the painful lessons and grow thereafterIn fleeting years of heartbreak and exquisite laughter.This real life drama transcends the game of “Let’s Pretend,”As each scene unfolds, moving toward our perfected end.Lonnell E. JohnsonAugust 27, 2004Biloxi, MS

The Eternal Moment

Redeeming the time, because the days are evil.Ephesians 5:16Now is always the time.Though grains of sandfall and forma mountainrange,Nowdoes notadd nor take;the moment cannot change.The time is always Now.

We conclude with this final reminder that the celebration of your life goes on. This is just another “new beginning,” as this final musical selection tells you once more “It’s Your Time!” Now is the time, and it’s your season, so rejoice, my sister.

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