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1 Thing That Gives You Spirit
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Bringing Heaven Down to Earth
I’ve never particularly liked the word “spiritual.”
Since we humans are mortal and flawed, it seems presumptuous for us to think that we can be declared spiritual.
But I believe it is absolutely essential for us to become spirited.
And spirited is the ability to create something in your own image and breathe life into it.
It’s what we are told that God did with humans.
So therefore, humans who wish to incite a “divine possibility” must likewise take things that are inert and give them breath.
It is too easy to complain about Earth, thinking that Heaven is going to be better.
What if we get to Heaven and arrive with a bad case of PTSD? In other words, the shock of the war on Earth has left us frightened—leery of choirs of angels and trumpets blowing?
We have a simple mission:
To take what we believe Heaven possesses and generate an Earthly model.
In doing so, our complaining will ebb.
Our negativity becomes embarrassed.
And we start looking for evidence of intelligent life on the Third Planet from the Sun.
PoHymn: A Rustling in the Stagnant … August 8th, 2018
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Lunchtime
by Jonathan Richard Cring
If Jesus took me to lunch
What would we talk about?
As we sat down there to munch
Would I share my inner doubt?
For as much as I appreciate
The forgiveness of my sin
What would be truly great
Is learning how to win
I desire to have a lovely soul
Sparkling so sublime
But must the years take their toll?
A wrinkle in my time
I want to possess a mother’s voice
Tender, reassuring and kind
But also make a divine choice
In the lover and friend I find
The anthems that I raise
As I sing my songs of praise
Always make me smile
But only last a while
As Jesus and me break the bread
Will I allow him inside my head?
For man does not live by bread alone
And woman is much the same
Flesh of my flesh and bone of my bone
To share a common name
So pass the salt, my dear Lord
There’s no one quite like you
For I refuse to become bored
Never aging, always new
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Reverend Meningsbee (Part 56) Merry Christmas… May 28th, 2017
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Pas Carl was nervous.
This particular Sunday fell on Christmas Eve, and big plans had been made, choir numbers prepared, and even a special video tribute to the birth of Jesus had been filmed by Russ and Tracy (who by the way, had recently gotten married.)
The sanctuary was packed. Where was Meningsbee?
Pas Carl called his house. No answer. He kept looking out the window, gazing past the four inches of snow that had fallen two days earlier in honor of the season, for signs of his friend. The sun was shining and it was a beautiful, frosty Nebraska morning.
Yes, all that was lacking was one minister.
Everything was in place. Everything was prepared.
There was an understanding between Pas Carl and Meningsbee that if for some reason the senior minister was late, or out of town, that the associate would be prepared to step in and take his place.
So as the assistant looked out the window, waiting for his mentor, he saw a young boy coming up the steps, carrying a red envelope. The boy opened the door, entered the church and said, “I’m looking for Pas Carl.”
Carl raised his hand, and the little boy handed him the envelope. “What is this?” asked Carl.
“I don’t know,” said the boy. “Some old man gave me ten dollars to bring it here.”
The lad started to walk away, then stopped and turned around.”Oh, I almost forgot. The old man said not to open it until the end of the service.”
Pas Carl did not know what any of it meant, but it was time to begin, and Meningsbee would probably do one of his slip-ins about twenty minutes after the start, and everything would be fine.
The Christmas Eve service was gorgeous. A decision had been made to blend the best of contemporary music with traditional by placing a rock and roll band, which now attended the church, onstage with the piano, organ and a string quartet, especially hired for the occasion.
Everybody was excited, thrilled and filled with the music and joy of the season. Still no Meningsbee.
The service was completed, and Pas Carl stood to his feet. He was about to apologize and tell the visitors that they had missed the pastor, and what a great man he was, when he realized that he still had the envelope the boy had brought.
He opened it up and unfolded a letter. At the top, written in magic marker, was “PLEASE READ TO EVERYONE.”
Pas Carl glanced down and saw that it was signed by Meningsbee, so he obediently commenced to share.
“To my dear friends, church family, souls who have struggled with me and to the visitors who have always brought such blessing to this house, I apologize for not being with you this morning.
“I have taken my leave. I realize it is not ideal to do it this way. I probably should have given much notice, visited each one of you individually and sat through a tribute dinner, where each of you would have told sweet little lies about how good you thought I was.
“But that’s not me. Some of you may think it’s selfish for me to leave without notice, but I leave as I came–a surprise–with a deep love in my heart for each and every one of you, and a stronger conviction than ever before that possessing the mind of Christ is the only way to save the church.
“I can’t tell you what the past three years have meant to me. I cannot possibly measure the value each one of you has to my soul. But I have literally sat around for the past sixteen weeks–eight of them in a cast–watching this beautiful unit function without me, and with such a magnificent sheen of glory that I realized that it was time for me to find my next adventure.
“For after all, I’m really not a pastor. I am an explorer. I don’t know how you would classify that in Biblical terms, but I’m on Earth not just to be a Christian, but to be a follower of Jesus, who takes His heart everywhere.
“It would be my great suggestion that you hire Pas Carl as your new leader. He’s young. He will make mistakes. When you see him do things that remind you of Jesus, encourage him. And when he doesn’t, pray for him.
“I might drop in from time to time. I’m not sure. I’m not even sure where I’m going. But wherever it is, it’s going to be very difficult for them to be smarter, more loving, more generous and more human than the saints I’ve met here in Garsonville.
“It was an honor to be your pastor. It was more than an honor to be your friend. Pray for me as I pray for you.
“So my Christmas gift to you this year is to graduate you onto the next phase of your journey. We shall not do it together, but nothing can separate us.
“And my gift to myself is to go out and explore.
“With all my heart, with all my devotion, with all my hopes, with all my dreams, and with all my strength,
Reverend Richard Meningsbee”
Pas Carl finished the letter and fell to his knees in tears. The congregation wept, but there was also a great joy.
Each one of them knew that Meningsbee would eventually have to leave. He was a restless soul, whose itch was set by the Divine. They were just fortunate that for a blessed period of time, they were able to feel his warmth.
The congregation departed hugging each other. There were 345 human beings present that morning, and all of them left having felt a little bit of Jesus.
THE END
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Reverend Meningsbee (Part 56) Merry Christmas… May 28th, 2017
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Pas Carl was nervous.
This particular Sunday fell on Christmas Eve, and big plans had been made, choir numbers prepared, and even a special video tribute to the birth of Jesus had been filmed by Russ and Tracy (who by the way, had recently gotten married.)
The sanctuary was packed. Where was Meningsbee?
Pas Carl called his house. No answer. He kept looking out the window, gazing past the four inches of snow that had fallen two days earlier in honor of the season, for signs of his friend. The sun was shining and it was a beautiful, frosty Nebraska morning.
Yes, all that was lacking was one minister.
Everything was in place. Everything was prepared.
There was an understanding between Pas Carl and Meningsbee that if for some reason the senior minister was late, or out of town, that the associate would be prepared to step in and take his place.
So as the assistant looked out the window, waiting for his mentor, he saw a young boy coming up the steps, carrying a red envelope. The boy opened the door, entered the church and said, “I’m looking for Pas Carl.”
Carl raised his hand, and the little boy handed him the envelope. “What is this?” asked Carl.
“I don’t know,” said the boy. “Some old man gave me ten dollars to bring it here.”
The lad started to walk away, then stopped and turned around.”Oh, I almost forgot. The old man said not to open it until the end of the service.”
Pas Carl did not know what any of it meant, but it was time to begin, and Meningsbee would probably do one of his slip-ins about twenty minutes after the start, and everything would be fine.
The Christmas Eve service was gorgeous. A decision had been made to blend the best of contemporary music with traditional by placing a rock and roll band, which now attended the church, onstage with the piano, organ and a string quartet, especially hired for the occasion.
Everybody was excited, thrilled and filled with the music and joy of the season. Still no Meningsbee.
The service was completed, and Pas Carl stood to his feet. He was about to apologize and tell the visitors that they had missed the pastor, and what a great man he was, when he realized that he still had the envelope the boy had brought.
He opened it up and unfolded a letter. At the top, written in magic marker, was “PLEASE READ TO EVERYONE.”
Pas Carl glanced down and saw that it was signed by Meningsbee, so he obediently commenced to share.
“To my dear friends, church family, souls who have struggled with me and to the visitors who have always brought such blessing to this house, I apologize for not being with you this morning.
“I have taken my leave. I realize it is not ideal to do it this way. I probably should have given much notice, visited each one of you individually and sat through a tribute dinner, where each of you would have told sweet little lies about how good you thought I was.
“But that’s not me. Some of you may think it’s selfish for me to leave without notice, but I leave as I came–a surprise–with a deep love in my heart for each and every one of you, and a stronger conviction than ever before that possessing the mind of Christ is the only way to save the church.
“I can’t tell you what the past three years have meant to me. I cannot possibly measure the value each one of you has to my soul. But I have literally sat around for the past sixteen weeks–eight of them in a cast–watching this beautiful unit function without me, and with such a magnificent sheen of glory that I realized that it was time for me to find my next adventure.
“For after all, I’m really not a pastor. I am an explorer. I don’t know how you would classify that in Biblical terms, but I’m on Earth not just to be a Christian, but to be a follower of Jesus, who takes His heart everywhere.
“It would be my great suggestion that you hire Pas Carl as your new leader. He’s young. He will make mistakes. When you see him do things that remind you of Jesus, encourage him. And when he doesn’t, pray for him.
“I might drop in from time to time. I’m not sure. I’m not even sure where I’m going. But wherever it is, it’s going to be very difficult for them to be smarter, more loving, more generous and more human than the saints I’ve met here in Garsonville.
“It was an honor to be your pastor. It was more than an honor to be your friend. Pray for me as I pray for you.
“So my Christmas gift to you this year is to graduate you onto the next phase of your journey. We shall not do it together, but nothing can separate us.
“And my gift to myself is to go out and explore.
“With all my heart, with all my devotion, with all my hopes, with all my dreams, and with all my strength,
Reverend Richard Meningsbee”
Pas Carl finished the letter and fell to his knees in tears. The congregation wept, but there was also a great joy.
Each one of them knew that Meningsbee would eventually have to leave. He was a restless soul, whose itch was set by the Divine. They were just fortunate that for a blessed period of time, they were able to feel his warmth.
The congregation departed hugging each other. There were 345 human beings present that morning, and all of them left having felt a little bit of Jesus.
THE END
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Good News and Better News … September 5th, 2016
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There is a quiet revolution bubbling in our land. You must silence the busyness of your mind to hear the rumbling.
But it’s there.
It’s a weariness over the lack of authenticity. For instance:
The music industry, which has marginalized itself to harmonics and beat, is once again yearning for melody and emotion.
Movies, once satisfied with merely selling tickets, have a rebirth of interest in entertainment that inspires.
The government, intended to be of the people, by the people and for the people, is struggling to move out of the madness of political disarray.
The medical field is pondering healing instead of stealing.
Education is focusing on teaching.
And the church…
Well, the church is in need of ministering to humanity instead of preaching a form of godliness.
Yesterday morning I found myself in Adrian, Michigan. It was a beautiful sanctuary. It was filled with people–mostly of retirement years–who listened to my Jesonian message with anxious hearts, but with brains retired to quieter thoughts. I could see it written on their faces: “You should have caught us thirty years ago. Now we’re too old.”
But it will be the repentance of the older saints which will convict younger believers to transform their lives.
In pursuit of worshipping the Christ, we have lost Jesus.
We need to find him.
With all my heart and soul, I enjoyed, loved and appreciated the people of Adrian. But early in the morning, when Jan took a picture of the church before the service began–when it was empty–I realized that this is the crux of our dilemma.
The church will continue to empty if we don’t empty ourselves of the emptiness of religion.
God never intended us to come and praise Him only with our lips. Jesus said the church is defined by our “love one for another.”
That is the good news.
The better news is that it will truly be much easier to attend a church that embraces human need and human desire than one that audaciously contends it can speculate on the whim of the Divine.
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G-Poppers … October 13th, 2017
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In the course of human humblings, it becomes the responsibility of sane souls near and far to pose the blessed question: “What is truly important?”
Without pursuing this answer, we are soon bumbling, fumbling and stumbling our way to utter dissatisfaction, leaving us…well, grumbling.
Unfortunately, the answer to “what is truly important?” can not be derived by forming a committee. Committees critically over-analyze, dismiss with no resolution, to sip bitter coffee and crunch day-old Danish.
Some brave individuals seek solution in politics–but anything that has to be voted on can be controlled by either buying off the voter or fooling the electorate.
Pious souls across the globe go to prayer, asking God to bring solutions, believing their praise is sufficient involvement. But as most of us find out, God rarely does a one-man show. He works with an unrehearsed cast on an available stage.
I guess some people believe money is the most important thing in the world because it can buy the things we want, which keeps us from feeling in need. Yes–we are scared to death of being without. But then we encounter those souls who possess it all, who end up feeling they have nothing.
What is really important?
What is the reason for us to still be here in the midst of a common struggle for a common good?
For we do find some things to be self-evident.
Since God created us all, we have a common Father. It is a good place to start.
Since science and Mother Nature are at work in our world, there is much we can learn about ways to get along just by studying the atmosphere around us.
But it is the territory within our three square feet–where we live, breathe, eat, think and wrestle with our own appetites–that determines our true sense of worth.
So what is really important?
Like so many solutions, it may seem simple and inadequate to cover the variety of conflict that threatens us. But when you look it again, you will grasp its scope.
Wisdom begins with knowing what is important:
This is what I can do. I will work on doing it better. I will give you the freedom to do the same. And if something comes up within my ability, I will try to help out.
G-Pop just wanted you to know.
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