G, Matty is sick!

God, we pray for Matt.
Thank you for his health
& strength so far that
have been your great wealth..

showered upon him.
He seemed rarely sick.
Now his eye is dim
and he's lost his "kick".

Make him able to:
do all he must do [1],
strongly held by you,
and let the rest through..

his fingers, and not
fret when he ain't got
some other good gift;
make the "Second shift".

["First shift" being from
Darkness into Light,
when the second comes,
it shines on in Night!]

God, we stand with Matt
'gainst all things shoddy
that suck life, & that
grow not “the body”,

body of your son
who brings your life here.
Christ's battle is won.
Now we fight; then cheer!

a few days later..

God, please strengthen Matt.
& please make to work
immune systems that
seem they're on the shirk!


[1] Blessed Truth: Jesus seems to indicate (to Martha) that there's not a lot that is really necessary (Luke 10:38-42)

Prayer A

Abba[1], the  Word on your Wind
combines the Dust of your Earth
with the Work of your Hands &
Your Kiss of Life gave us birth!

Abba, the  Word on your Breath
combines the mud of your Earth
with the Work of your Lips, hence
Your Kiss of Life gives us worth!

Abba, your Worded Spirit
combines the ground of your Earth
with your Voice, now I hear it!
Your Kiss of Life gives us mirth!

Short url: goo.gl/QOkpr7

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[1] Abba: what a small child, who speaks Hebrew or Aramaic, calls their daddy.

background...

After forming the Ardarm from the soil of the Ardarmah (ground) and his own breath, then after planting a garden (East, in Eden) with all kinds of beautiful trees to produce good fruit, and putting the Ardarm in it, and after naming two trees   in the middle of his garden, God says that the way forward for the Ardarm in Eden, was “You may eat the fruit of any tree in the garden, except The Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil”  God went on to say, “You must NOT EAT the fruit from that tree-  for in the day that you eat of it you shall surely die”[1].

Later, Snakey says “That is a lie! You won’t surely die!” In fact, (though he doesn’t command it straightforwardly, he sows doubt into Eve’s mind about the character and motives of the previous commander, with the view to tempting her to eat it, to get the knowledge of Good & Evil that it will supposedly give to them - when Eve & Adam EAT the fruit. Then, to compound things,  it looked like when they do eat the fruit, that they DON’T DIE - in that day! [it seems to me that God wasn’t  talking about the death of their biological life (bios) which came along years later]

But the whole sad story - after Genesis 3 shows something dead, lost, purposeless, stinking , rotten about humanity. We are “The living Dead”, zombies who are born, & move, grow old, have kids, do work to maintain the system (or work against it, to make another system basically the same) then die & perpetuate the cycle.. (of “life(bios)”). And, Jesus later says, “I tell you the truth (not like snakey), the time is coming, - the time has now come- when the dead will hear the voice of the son of God, & come to Life(zoe).”

Another thing from the bible... Israel is a tree planted by God in his garden. It is a “vine/olive-tree/fig-tree”, the planting of the Lord, meant to bear fruit for it’s gardener to eat. (Am I pushing it too far when I wonder whether it Is meant to be a tree to bring the knowledge of good & evil somehow to the onlookers or even non-partakers, & also wonder whether, in this new garden of God, it is  meant to be a tree of life to the nations?)

One more thing from life... two nights ago we had some mind-games/riddles on the way home from the Teen Camp. Jayden Sweeting told us one that was simple enough, but  we all gave up before we got it (We might have got it if we had acted it out concretely?). But solving it hinged on information gained not only from what happens, but also from what doesn’t happen in the scenario:

   

That, & the stories above that I had spoken of in class, alerted me to another level of story the next day, when I was reading or thinking about Jesus - on his way one morning to clean out the rotting “thieves’ den” of a temple[2] & then also the next morning going back to the same place[3].

And, since then, I've also been reminded of a  story from Israel's history; as they learned to be ordered as the people of God to serve the Nations and be a blessing to them... there was a time when the leaders quibbled over the power/authority and the spiritual leadership of God's people and (maybe a bit like snakey) didn't want to have God's choice of leaders (Moses or Aaron) "over them". Aaron and his descendants were given the priesthood via a sign from God: his dry stick of a staff/rod being miraculously given buds (and flowers, and fruit) overnight.

Ardarm’s Fruit-tree

“..in the day you eat of it, you will surely die.”

came the words to the first pair from the One On High.

Leader, he - named  that tree, then[4], to let children know,

and told them   how to spend life   with this tree[5], to grow.

And o-nly  one more tree was   named by Father God,

and we’ll see   what’ll be the   upshot of his nod,

his ok,  to today go   and find you’ve eaten[6]

fruit from The  LIVING Tree that   grows in God’s Eden.

Later on,  when second Ar-darm came to get fruit

from fruit-tree,  lovingly plan-ted in his “youth”;

poet he,  used that tree then   to let children know:

Ardarm came,  to it’s “shame” the    fruit-tree’s fruit dain’t grow!

And the Fa-ther must ’a said   something “like” back then

“..in the day   you don’t eat of   it, that tree ‘has been’!”

'cause sure e-nough when Pe-ter next day saw that tree

that there stood,  “Aaron’s Rod”, had    no buds to be seen

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[1] Gen 2:16-17

[2] Mark 11:12-14

[3] Mark 11:20-25

[4] Gen 2:9

[5] Gen 2:16,17

[6] Gen 3:22-24

(TAFE) Art dies

What2do?       We ask U
Father God,     knowing not
the future.       U'r suture
mends broken bodies when
U give life,      conquering strife;
not without      death just now.
ThanKingU!    who is true!

Katrina turns 49+1

[Sunday 16 Sept, slightly after 2 in the afternoon.]

Katrina’s got   this fella’s
eye, but ten hours   time (not more!)
you prob’ly know   as well as
I, she turns ten  & two score[1].

She’s not too jealous:
for I’ve (just ten years before)
been intimately zealous
with a 40 year old. “Whore!”..

..an other woman yell(er)s,
but my Katie, she’s not “sore”.

She’s one of those excel-ers

who just keep on; and then more.

Katrina’s put a stella
season into soccer for
a Westside team (no fellas)
- & trained, & pained, & scored!

My wife; and Annabella’s
mum, & many others’ more:
Sam. & Soph., and Mill. & Gil.,
Hannah, and friends,   she’s “Mum” FOR! 

At times she’s had   her “hell”, as  
many do (&    have before)

when roses lose   sweet smell, as
mechanism  “takes the floor”,

but  Katrina’s   as swell as
a girl gets &   that’s for sure!
A 16yr. old gel is
my girl, & I - don’t want more!
 
[Monday 17th. (continued from the day before)]

Today the bank-ing tellers
who tally each    new day for
God’s children – girls      and fellas-
click over one    decade more..

..that’s of Katrina Ellen’s
life. But we won’t say “Oh, cor!”
“Half a Cent’ry”! No sellers
of things, to colour your..

..life from insipid yellows,
will be allowed in the door!
Not to just loll on pillows -
the goal is worth going for!

Katrina(’s) like(s) rosellas,
which are fruit; or birds  that “Caw”.
The fruit’s as tart as hell is
hot[2], the bird’s are beautiful!

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[1] A “score” of years = 20 years

[2] according to popular conception, terminology, & ways of talking. I am concerned not to talk lightly about hell, hope I’m not too crass here. (By the way this tart “fruit” makes for a lovely jam, as we know from Katrina’s mum’s home-made Rosella jam).

in the presence of my enemies...

God, the father of our master

Jesus the Christ - we love you

(Oh Spirit make our childhood stick faster)

& know you to be our father too.

Please give wisdom 2 Henry

& help him 2 see

What's important from your eyes

& what needs to be

(given that we are

your ambassador's of grace,

in a world that is marred,

-& in The Evil's face!)

[A look at an old thought from: 2008/02/02, 12:34]

Risk beads, Like seeds; Slow walk, Good talk.

My "baby" daughter, her

who is last of the tribe

is now deemed a "young per-

son", and brings ON "the vibe"..

The other day she spoke,

at breakfast, at seven:

"..all can say, (girl, or bloke)

'I belong to heaven'".

Then she read that bead-card

that tells the risky way,

to live life, going hard..

Recalling made my day!

Makes me want to pray for
her, and all her friends here,
thankful that Christ's "much more.."
goes deeper than a smear:

Please my Father-Spirit,

help this girl, your daughter,

to throw out her old script

'cause your story caught her!

Living Simply

Reflections led by -belle, 10 Sept. Two Thous and Twelve...

      (my tiny baby gell, kept by God growing well..)

..on the simplicity
   of the
      garden paradise.

All they must do: gladly

   receive

      love from Father's eyes.

And we – are we reálly

   diff'rent?

      Do we need much less?

First made an “un-zombie”,

   what then?

      - to be really blessed?

Can we trust our real growth

   to one

      who made such a whirled,

and whirling system, both,

   with com-
      plexities unfurled?

Are WE scared? Lost our nerve?

   That SON!

      ON YOU, his trust hurled!

Do we need more to serve(?)-

   -to run

      well? Need you be turled?

A lov-ed father, Paul(means small), is glad of his “big-girl”.

A story of a ppalling life [1].. PART ONE,

One day a man and woman

met on this planet earth,

-lives joined, they stated bloomin’,

and  “Paul” was named at birth.

Then as their other children

came out to bloom as well

(in what could be  garden,

or else could be a hell)..

..the garden rang with calling,

and singing was there too,

and one (who’d carried Paul in)

played organ, or kazoo!

The one who could not sing much,

tried too, to sing along.

Some may think it was a crutch,

but always, it was song.

And when the generations

got old & others came,

they had their lamentations,

songs… just stopped short of blame.

The father & the mother

they loved each daughter, son,

there’s nothing that they ’druther

than see them grow, each one.

And now the songs are growing,

they’re coming thick & fast

And I think there’s a knowing …

..it’s gonna be a blast!

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[1] A poem on My Life’s Story  (a topic suggested by Jo May.. at the family BBQ break-up Mon 21/Nov/2011) - PART 1; part 2...

Means & Ends Nemies & Friends

A thing I found  from bloke here-round
that caught my eye as life went by
(won’t all make sense, but there comes hence
some meaning still   from what is billed)
I have permis- sion to print this:

The interview   went right on through

I talked of much - lessons and such,

and different groups,   went through the hoops.

It seemed quite good,   so that I would

know only of    the positov,

and afterwards,   shopping for goods

the teacher's aid,    smiled board and “sayed”

her mind and heart:    “Glad!” from the start

of period 5,    brought well alive

the yes-ter-day,    backed up my claim

the night before,    re.5,3,4

The phone came soon,   to bring the boon

of one joining    the “Chaplain”  thing

I looked forward   to working good

with local man   of “Clergy” clan.

But reasons why    brought on a sigh,

made more perplexed,   and even vexed:

Quals did not match,   more recent hatched.

[No question asked    of input past

to primary aged;   except if waged

to Primary teach,    and there (impeached)

I answered “No-oo”,   but went on slow

to say there was,   “one year” because..

But man on  phone,    start2intone

next question, (he    could not hear/see-

and later on     said much had “gone”,

or was unclear    to even hear).]

So then I felt   the process “smelt”.

Which time to time    comes down the line

of human life,     magnetting  strife.

Now, the next day,   I’ll right  here say

I'm very glad     of good (not bad)

to come of this,   (though be remiss).

So thank you God,   please give your nod

as you see fit,    please bring on it.

We know your touch    brings good, so much,

if I can wait,    as Pharoh's “mate”

[that Joseph lad,    who got some bad

press, even frum   his Dad (and Mum?)]

did, trusting you,    to come on through

not for himself,  but more as “elf”

who worked behind    the scenes to find

the way to bless    in quite a mess

(with God, like his,   who is inviz-

-ible to us,   that’s what HE does)

Thanks, in this dance   I've got a chance

to live core stuff,   when going's tough:

to not react,   instead en-act

what is  trusting,   ’stead of busting.

In Christ “Go well”,   right through the hell
and so like him,    preach more than whim,
that your life’s word    will clear be heard
as others there    look on, or stare,
that maybe hope   with them elope
and take them straight    to  Heaven’s Gate
and maybe through,   since he can do
that (being True,      Ladder,  Life’s clue).
Yipee!  WhoRay? Good God! Today!
Amen! - Paul.

Gilbert Ariel Simeon Enoch Heer Walker..

God U see the lot
& hear Gil's heart too.
Please give what you've got
to help him be true
to GILBERT's meaning
Joyful, Bright, Alert,
Servant, thus gleaning
the good his names assert;
along with names-sakes
who make good the names,
give him what it takes -
joining holy games.

X's Friends in Bangladesh ask us to pray

God, you heard this heart cry

of Henry & of Jo.

We agree, and ask why

more workers do not go?

Please make us your workers

in your harvest fields here

(not to be like shirkers,

who start then disappear)

We want to love you more,

respond to your 'hesed'¹,

and love those from next-door

so YOU call us "bless-ed"

Oh, God please open up

our ears to hear your voice,

hearts to not be "fed up",

to choose to thank, rejoice!

Thank you for your spirit,

who's come to start things fresh.

There are those who hear it

in Oz, & Bangladesh.

Amen, from this small Paul.

1“hesed” = Hebrew for “loyal love”

Bad News

(after an update from Jason; More than a month in hospital, then still with large abscesses...)

Thank you dear brother

Jason for keeping

us up with the news,

between your sleeping.

God, do your healing

bring good amidst bad-

(mostly bad feeling).

Help Jas as a dad,

and as a husband,

& learner, & teach-

-er at the li'le school.

Help us all to reach

out with healing hand

in your adventure

(do what you comm-and)

rather than censure.

Please help Jas; breathe clear

(& thanks for bodies),

not "give way" to fear

(old ones are "shodies")

(Meant to fall out for

our new ones to come,

like first teeth from jaw, 

then perm'nent en-gum)

So may your strong life

replace our weaker

in the midst of strife

as things seem bleaker!

Amen.

Wise Eyes

God, Kate's eyes have caught her.

please help this, your daughter

to see much more better

since that's what eyes' aught ta

do, not be a fetter.

Help us to see how we

can help you to work too,

& we will joyfully

praise what should be praised - You!

Amen. Paul W.