Patmos Isle

The life of a Pastor, one who has been beaten and left to die by his own kind.

Location: Texas, United States

I consider myself as one that has seen the dark side of humanity and has lived to speak of it.

Sunday, April 03, 2005

He said to look up!

I think I read somewhere, I believe His words were, Look up, for they redemption draws nigh. Does He not know, that my bones are feeble and my strength is gone. I looked before and beheld the wonder of His universe and yet He brought me nothing. I know I should not, yet I wonder, what good is all this glory around me, if my eyes have grown so dim. Why is it there? For His enjoyment or mine?

I preached today and it was like I had come out of one place and went to another, yet I see now, it was only faith moving others, and for me, I remained in this dry well.

Tomorrow I rest, Tomorrow, I cease from my labor, Tomorrow, I spend the day with little girl (dog) she knows me, she sees me as who I am and not who I pretend to be. Yet her kisses are ever so tender and her love is never ceasing. I tell her all the time, that she is what I knew of our Heavenly Master, and then I tell her as Jesus told His disciples... "Will thou also go away" She looks at me as if she knows me, as if she understands me.

force my eyes to look up, I force them to look upon the horizon, I force my countenance to be of good cheer. Yet nothing comes, as I wait upon Him, as I speak to Him of my desperation, as I tell Him, in you is my life, yet He waits.


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