Well, really I am not concern, whether he is please with me or not. Maybe in the late 70’s and the early 80’s I was concern as a young baby in Christ.
But since adulthood in The Congregation ofThe Collective of “Christ”, it is not about me and never was. Talking about myself and no one else.
He is The Potter and I am the dirt. He does the shaping, and shapes The way He Wants, I have absolutely nothing to do with it. And I stay in my place, and if a venture just little off course, I am in running distance, when He calls my name or I think He is calling, I come running!! My Mama taught me well, when Those Street Lights come, you have a few minutes to be sitting on That Porch, I am going to call your Name!
Try me, if you want too!
I became a Fast Running, Hop fences jump over Cars, I been Hit 3 times as a kid Running Home, A Car have knock out my teeth, I would get up and keep running, mouth bleeding. Mama say, what happen. To you?
“I was running And I fell. If you think I was going tell my mother when a car hit me! no way, she would Whip for Getting Hit by A Car!! “did I tell you boy, “Do Not Run in The Street”
If I got hit by a car my Mama would kill me!
I been hit by a car, 3 Times maybe 4 as a kid. Knock down! teeth knock out! Adult teeth!
I been hit, left for dead in the Street, ran over on my motorcycle by a car, I also been hit 2 more times, I total one Hot Rod, muscle car, someone ran me off the Road, racing and I took Flight and Hit 3 Big Trees, and been Broad side Total, no Seat belt in both cases, nothing Savage. Not even a tire. And walk out!
So, The GOD I Know Is “Sovereign” and I am a Fool, and A-Fool cannot take care of Himself, I been lost in The “Swamp”l been Stuck in Real “Quick Sand”! by myself! And cried “Help”
and no one heard me!
Some thing ain’t Right! Some strange Stuff is Happening to me. How Can Somebody from Detroit find himself In The Rockies with a backpack on and Snow Skis on, and every Couple of Hours he Meets a Ski patrol. And when he looks down the Mountain he sees Clouds and need a Map to get out.
Something ain’t right.
A Female Methodist Pastor who Live across the Street, knew my Grand Parents and Their children Grew up with my father, brothers and sisters and met my mother when she was 17 when my father married her and I was born when my mother was about 22. The Methodist Pastor, Said she watch me grow up and watch GOD deal with me by my mind.
And I got Saved and Filled with The Holy Ghost In 1977, The Methodist did The Jig, all up The street, telling everybody She knew and Watch GOD work with my mind from a Child, she said she just look at me out The Window and watch GOD work as I grew up!
Me At 26 not even in a Church got saved.
All her Children got saved, Those Old ladies in The Neighbourhood. Would pray for all the kids, the bad ones, the good ones, the boys, the girls! they never argued about Denominations or did one speak in defence of tongues and never brought it up! or compelled any woman to leave their husbands, They would get around those druggie and drinking and women chasing husbands put their hands on them and pray until those Men start crying and repenting, and Tell those women stay with that man! Those old women crying and telling those women to stay and Trust GOD With Power in Their Voices!!!! No matter what happen! STAY! Shake their fingers in those women faces! In the yard, on the side walk on The Porch!
InTime those men
Those men got saved!
Now Those Women we’re “Prayer Warriors” and “Bold as A Lioness”I understood Those “Christian’s” they compelled no one to come off of The Cross. We song Hymns in The Neighbourhood of all kinds of Denominations, “ Jehovah witness”, Baptist, The Different kinds of Methodist, Holiness Churches, Sanctify Churches. store front church members in The Neighbourhood, no One was arguing about denominations, or who was False Teachers, Tongues, Prophecies, nothing of such, Came off of those old women lips! They grab little kids and hug them and pray for them,
I Thank GOD I walked among Those women in My Neighbourhood, I thank GOD I watch them cry and pray in their yards and on Their porches, and Cry “Stay” do not Come off The Cross and “GOD” will make your last Days Better Than The First, you must Endurer The Pain And Suffering your Tears, must come from hurt and enduring sacrificing pain, Stay on The Altar! They were not “Theologians” but “GOD” had to give them The placement of “Theological” Words Powered! By The Parakletos!
This generation have no idea, what or how our parents worked with God, my second oldest son had to remind me that he was the last generation of That Area, This generation do not even or Conceive what I am even talking about. These 20 and thirty year old Christian’s and religious people, my son said; Daddy I understand but These people don’t know what I’m talking about!
He said: Dad, you wasting your time.
You did mention what was wrong with them
I ain’t going say it.
He did say; it is over.
