Anyone relate to this? from the LauraAboli channel Telegram

‘Hey God’ by John Roedel

Me: Hey God.
God: Hello…..
Me: I’m falling apart. Can you put me back together?
God: I would rather not.
Me: Why?
God: Because you aren’t a puzzle.
Me: What about all of the pieces of my life that are falling down onto the ground?
God: Let them stay there for a while. They fell off for a reason. Take some time and decide if you need any of those pieces back.
Me: You don’t understand!
I’m breaking down!
God: No – you don’t understand. You are breaking through. What you are feeling are just growing pains. You are shedding the things and the people in your life that are holding you back.
You aren’t falling apart. You are falling into place. Relax. Take some deep breaths and allow those things you don’t need anymore to fall off of you.
Quit holding onto the pieces that don’t fit you anymore. Let them fall off. Let them go.
Me: Once I start doing that, what will be left of me?
God: Only the very best pieces of you.
Me: I’m scared of changing.
God: I keep telling you – YOU AREN’T CHANGING!! YOU ARE BECOMING!
Me: Becoming who?
God: Becoming who I created you to be! A person of light and love and charity and hope and courage and joy and mercy and grace and compassion.
I made you for more than the shallow pieces you have decided to adorn yourself with that you cling to with such greed and fear.
Let those things fall off of you. I love you! Don’t change! … Become! Become! Become who I made you to be. I’m going to keep telling you this until you remember it.
Me: There goes another piece.
God: Yep. Let it be.
Me: So … I’m not broken?
God: Of course Not! – but you are breaking like the dawn. It’s a new day.
Become!!!




I admit I am stunned by this – an unlikely lesson in faith

Most people don’t use imagine-ation when writing a piece. This writer, Lisa Loraine Baker,  has the talent of putting the reader in the picture and I read this thorough whilst being side tracked from something complete different.
I reproduce it in full.

Can you imagine what it felt like to face a Roman death penalty in the early first century? The Romans, masters of cruelty, didn’t give a prisoner a choice of how they wished to face their demise. Criminals either had their heads taken off, were thrown from a great elevation, strangled, killed by a beast, drowned, buried alive, impaled, or crucified. All were brutal, and only beheading was quick.

Imagine again what it would have been like to have been the thief on the cross, crucified alongside Jesus Christ, hearing the large crowd of mockers spewing venom at Him, and seeing Him die, knowing your death is soon to come.

Who Was the Thief on the Cross?

For the purpose of this article, we will refer to the thief who repented.

The Bible does not give us a name or any other details about the thief — only that he was a criminal (or robber, depending on the version you read).

Luke 23:33 states, “And when they came to the place that is called The Skull, there they crucified Him, and the criminals, one on his right and one on his left.” Matthew 27:38 and Mark 15:27 state the same. John 19:18 calls them “two others.”

What Did the Thief Experience?

The thief, himself being crucified (and therefore suffering a slow and painful death from asphyxiation), would have had a hard time breathing. Every inhalation came in anguish as he pushed himself up in order to gain a breath. Body weight pulled the thief down and made breathing extremely difficult. His heart and lungs would lose their functions due to blood loss from the wounds (from the flogging and pierced hands and feet). When killed this way, death was expected within twenty-four hours.

Once the legs faltered, the arms would bear their weight, and soon their shoulders would detach from their sockets. Yet, “Since it was the day of Preparation, and so that the bodies would not remain on the cross on the Sabbath (for that Sabbath was a high day), the Jews asked Pilate that their legs might be broken and that they might be taken away. So the soldiers came and broke the legs of the first, and of the other who had been crucified with him. But when they came to Jesus and saw that he was already dead, they did not break his legs. But one of the soldiers pierced his side with a spear, and at once there came out blood and water” (John 19:31-34).

We know the thief died a few feet from Jesus and woke that day knowing it was his last day on earth (implied).

What could the thief do but agonize, observe, and listen?

He:

– Witnessed and heard the mocking crowds.

– Would have heard Jesus speak to His disciple, John (John 19:25-27).

– Would have heard Jesus speak to His Father (Matthew 27:46Luke 23:34, 46, John 19:28).

– Experienced the earthquake.

– Faced the darkness from the sixth to the ninth hour.

He also would have listened to the centurion and his cohorts say, “Truly this was the Son of God” (Matthew 27:54). Luke’s record states, “Now when the centurion saw what had taken place, he praised God, saying, ‘Certainly this man was innocent’” (Luke 23:47)!

Mark 15:32b tells us, “Those who were crucified with him also reviled Him.” Matthew 27:44 also records their actions, “And the robbers who were crucified with Him also reviled Him in the same way.” From this record we see both thieves insulted Jesus.

How Does the Other Thief Being Crucified Respond to Jesus?

Luke 23:39-43 shares the conversations between Jesus and the two thieves. The one we learn is the unrepentant thief mimics what he obviously heard from the mocking crowd. Verse 39 says he “railed” at Jesus. He said, “Are you not the Christ? Save yourself and us!” (Luke 23:39). We can infer from what he said he was not sincere in his retort, for the word used for His remark to Jesus (railed) means he hurled abuse at Him.

What Did the Thief Do?

The one we learn is the repentant thief admonished the other. We, on this side of Calvary, can surmise the thief took all the mocking of Jesus to heart. No matter their intent, the thief heard the crowd remind Jesus that He said He would “destroy the temple and raise it again in three days” (Matthew 27:40). He also overheard them say “if You are the Son of God…” (Matthew 27:40). The crowds also proclaimed He saved others (John 19: 42). And the mockers acknowledged He called Himself “the Son of God” (John 19:43). He heard about Jesus from the mockers. In essence, he heard the Gospel preached by them.

The thief, though, also heard precious prayers from Jesus to His Father. Jesus did not throw insults back at His revilers. Instead, He prayed, “Father, forgive them for they know not what they do” (Luke 23:34).

Luke 23:46 records this: “Then Jesus, calling out with a loud voice, said, ‘Father, into your hands I commit my spirit!’ And having said this He breathed His last.”

With all of this probably in mind, he said to the other thief, “Do you not fear God, since you are under the same sentence of condemnation? And we indeed justly, for we are receiving the due reward of our deeds; but this man has done nothing wrong” (Luke 23:41).

He then said to Jesus, “Jesus, remember me when you come into your kingdom.” Jesus replied, “Truly, I say to you, today you will be with Me in paradise” (Luke 23:43).

Why Does Jesus Say the Thief Will be With Him in Paradise?

This is the gist of the whole interaction between Jesus and the thief. We must remember Jesus knows the hearts of men (Luke 9:47). The thief recognized his own wretched condition, as we read in Luke 23:41. Recognizing our sinful state is part of how God draws us to Him.

The penitent thief also asked the other thief if he feared God, knowing he too was condemned. We can infer from this the thief who spoke understood his consequence and feared God.

And then the thief displayed belief (faith) in and surrender to Jesus when he asked Him to remember him when He came into His kingdom.

Jesus’ reply to the thief was one of veracity and compassion. Veracity because Jesus said, “Truly.” Compassion because Jesus told the man that day he would be with Him in paradise. He gave the thief hope that He forgives a broken and contrite heart and this life is not all there is. The best is yet to come, for paradise is “the realm of the righteous dead awaiting the resurrection of the body.”

What Does This Mean for Us?

Entering paradise is not a matter of works; it is a matter of faith and repentance, two things we see in how the thief responded to what he saw and heard. He told the other thief they both deserved their penalty and, like them, we, too, deserve the death the other thief died.

But God. 

Romans 5:8 reads, “but God shows his love for us in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us.” That penitent thief lived in the very moment Christ died for us. He, in effect, is eyewitness to Romans 5:8!

Burk Parsons said, “Jesus promised paradise to the thief on the cross (Luke 23:43) and He has promised it to us, too (Revelation 2:7).

What Does This Instance Teach Us about Faith?

God numbers our days, not us. Therefore, when we wake each morning, we don’t know if it’s our last day on earth. That thief did, and so did the Lord Jesus. But knowing Jesus and having surrendered our lives to Him in contrition and belief, we trust His sovereignty over our lives. The thief did not work for his salvation. He repented and believed. He had faith.

Faith is like a receptacle we hold in anticipation of what only God can do to fill it. The thief didn’t see paradise, but He trusted the One who would take him there. Hebrews chapter 11 is rightly called the “Hall of Faith.” The portrayals are those who looked forward to something they had yet to see and had assurance it would be all for which they hoped.

Acts 16:31 relates how Paul told the jailer he would be saved by believing in the Lord Jesus. Belief is trusting. Trust is faith.

Romans 10:17 states, “So faith comes from hearing, and hearing through the word of Christ.”

The thief could do nothing but listen. He listened to Jesus and to the mockers. And he heard enough to verify who Jesus is, God.

We have but to read this account of the thief on the cross to understand repentance and faith. Jesus would not have welcomed that man into paradise with Him if the thief had not humbled himself by admitting he was a sinner in need of Jesus. Admit you’re a sinner, repent, and have faith. Jesus was the thief’s only hope, and He’s our only hope, too, for in Him is life.

Photo credit: ©Getty Images/AlessandroPhoto

Lisa BakerLisa Loraine Baker is the award-winning author of Someplace to Be Somebody (End Game Press, February 2022). Lisa writes fiction and nonfiction and is currently co-writing a Christian living book with her husband, and a suspense novel.
Lisa is a member of Word Weavers, Int’l (as a critique partner and mentor), AWSA, ACFW, Serious Writer Group, and BRRC.
Lisa and her husband, Stephen, inhabit their home as the “Newlyweds of Minerva” with crazy cat, Lewis.

 




A couple of days in Cardiff

I always follow my instincts when it comes to travel. I got the idea lat Friday that we should do a brief visit to Cardiff in Wales.   It is quite close to us. As the crow flies it is 32 miles but more like 55 miles by car. We debated whether to go by car or take a coach from Bristol. The latter would take door to door about 3 hours 30 minutes and would cost £32 return for two.  We decided to do the car option which took just over an hour.

We found an hotel, a Travelodge in the Cardiff Bay area.  See my long review on Trip Advisor

I had totally underestimated the amount of time effort and money that had been invested in this town, the capital of Wales.  We visited on the way the Museum of Welsh Life. It is on a 110 acre area and gives a living and vivid account of what life was like in the old days.  We went round the formal exhibition halls then went round the gardens (huge and varied) then realized that we would need to visit again to take it all in.  This we did on the last morning after checking out.

The bay area has a modern opera house of beautiful design. The main area – the old town center – has a variety of markets and shopping centers. I totally recommend the old fashioned market. The shopping centers  I found soulless and we only stayed there a short time. In one of the markets I had what I can only call a gourmet meal
starters – mixed sea food with oil £3.45
Main course – lasagna  – one of the have have ever tasted £3.90
Sweet course – rhubarb and cherry cake – the best I have ever had  £2.70
For less than a tenner I was totally satisfied with beautifully cooked and presented food.  Well done all.

I find the Welsh people alert, intelligent and quick witted.  They remind me of Liverpudlians.  I engaged in many conversations with random strangers and enjoyed it enormously.

The weather was kind to us if a little breezy but for late September who is complaining.

Our energy readings conducted before and after showed a small improvement but really we need a couple of weeks aggressively doing nothing to fully charge our batteries.

 




Special article : This is the way to go when a loved one departs this life

This came up when I was on vacation in Cardiff

It’s a great role model if you know someone who is about to depart.

My Sunflower has blown away

Blazing Reader:

My wife Nicole said when she passed she wanted to be in my arms with me chanting in her ear. On Tuesday night, at 11:30pm, it was as she wished.

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As you may know, Nicole suffered from type-1 diabetes and end-stage renal failure. She has been on hemodialysis for the last twelve years. Most people only last seven years. On Friday, September 9th, after a year of preparation, she discontinued dialysis and chose to pass away at home with the assistance of a palliative care team.

By Tuesday, she was too weak to even go out. Nonetheless, she was fully coherent,  talking and laughing.
Every night, around 8:30pm, we’d been having friends over to chant Vedic religious mantras with her. We usually don’t record these, but I felt the urge to. An MP3 of our final gathering is here.

At 10pm, after I got Nicole ready for bed, I told her this was the first day since she went off dialysis that I hadn’t cried. I told her that I finally accepted that she was indeed going to leave and that it was (probably) the right thing to do. She said she was clear her time had come. She had no fear. She had only been staying for Jonah and me. She asked me to forgive her for abandoning me. I told her there was nothing to forgive.

She told me to sleep in the living room, as her breathing was so loud the previous night it was hard for me to sleep. I left her with a sound bowl to bang if she needed me.

I said I would see her in the morning. She just smiled.

At 11:30pm, our son Jonah woke me to tell me Mama was calling for me.

I found her half out of bed, breathing heavily and covered in sweat, making gurgling noises. I lifted her up into a sitting position, and her head slumped forward, as the “death rattle” (which the nurses had warned me about) continued.

I just held her head up and against my neck as I hugged her as tight as I could , chanting OM (the Hindu sound or word for God) as she had asked me to do. It lasted for about two minutes or eternity, I’m not sure. It is the most horrific and beautiful moment of my life.

She thought she was a burden, but love doesn’t feel burdens. I must have told her I loved her so much a hundred times as my mind tried to accept what had happened. I thought she had another week at least. I thought she’d still change her mind. Jonah heard me crying. He came in and joined me.

I then carried her body to the living room, where she had had a hospital bed set up.  I lit candles and Jonah and I meditated and chanted at her side, in between a relentless flood of tears.

Her suffering was over. And it hurt so much.

All of Wednesday, friends from the community came to sit, pray and sing by her body. People kept on bringing roses and we surrounded her body with them…

She couldn’t bear her illnesses any longer — 43 years and four forms of life support (dialysis, insulin, blood transfusions and calcitriol injections) were enough. She said she knew her days were numbered and this was how she wanted to go, saying goodbye and surrounded by friends and having as spiritual a death as possible.

Our marriage was the happiest it had ever been. We’d grown so much together. And she had raised a wonderful young man, having home schooled him for fifteen years.

Every day since she went off dialysis I would ask if she was still sure this is what she wanted to do. She would say, “Yes, 95%.” She was at total peace with the decision. Ever since she decided to go, she’s been the happiest I’ve ever known her.I couldn’t bear it, and all her efforts to convince me I’d be better without her “draining me” and pushing me towards other people and activities. She said I needed more time to write and a wife who could do things. But I’d burn my novel if it would bring her back (in a body that wasn’t suffering).

She said when she was gone I’d feel relief. At first, all I felt was more sadness and regret than I thought possible. I didn’t know the heart could feel so much pain. Grief is the price of love, the cost of caring. I let her go because she asked me to, but this is the hardest thing I’ve ever gone through. I can see how so much that has happened over the last year was her and God trying to make it possible for me let her go.
Still, Wednesday was mainly shock and tears. Thursday was hell and screams. Friday peace and reassurance.

And, now, I do feel relief. Not for me, but for her. I sense she is free, happy and active. No more coughing. No more insomnia. No more fatigue. No more racing heartbeat. No more nausea. No more headaches. No more painful dialysis sessions. No more low blood pressure. No more nerve pain. No more brain fog.

Everything went just as she wanted. She was so happy that final night, so at peace chanting and meditating with her friends and family, so grateful for everyone who came to say goodbye to her over the last weeks.

I love her so much. She was an amazing woman shouldering an incredible burden.

Please pray for her, me and my son my Sunflower takes her lone journey

—John C. A. ManleyPS I’ll be sharing more in future posts about my wonderful wife and our twenty year journey together and this final experience with death. Until then, If you haven’t seen it yet, here is a tribute to Nicole that I published a couple weeks ago: My Red-Headed Sunflower.

PPS There will be a memorial service for Nicole on Saturday, October 15th. We’ll aim for a live web feed of the gathering, but, at the very least, will have a recording posted.

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This followed the next day

3 Surreal Signs From My Wife in Heaven

Blazing Reader:

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cartoonist Bob Moran with the subject line “Mama.” I subscribe to Bob’s email list, where he releases his latest paintings several times a week. Inside this email was the following cartoon called “Mama”…

Just as Mama Nicole broke free from the cage and shackles of her broken body. Nicole had worked with a local shaman only weeks before, and believed her power animal was the bear. She also believed that upon passing she would be reunited with our late daughter Skye. Notice how the baby bear is surrounded by the sky?

3. Widow(ers): On Friday, Bob Moran sent out his next painting. At this point, I felt Nicole was just playing jokes on me…

My Sunflower has blown away. And here is a tribute to Nicole that I published a couple weeks ago: My Red-Headed Sunflower.
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Near Death Experience, and a day meeting people

If you are the slightest bit ‘down’ then do watch this video.  We all believe in ‘life after death’ but this is a living breathing example of the reality.

So today, a lovely sunny Saturday, we became part of the Somerset art trail, which takes place for a roughly one week period in the Autumn.

We first went to Shepton Mallet to the prison to see promised works by artists. However we got the dates wrong so left empty handed so to speak.
We visited the nearby church of St Peter and St Paul to see an installation called ‘The Gleaning’. We had the privilege of meeting with Rev Gil Sakakini who is one of only two appointees to merge artistic aspects of the cumming with what is going on in the Church (of England).  We immediately clicked and we talked of structural changes that were taking place or could take place in the church today. I left promising to make time for a professional sharing of public relations and associated matters.

We then went on to visit Rowena, a talented artist bought up in a gypsy family and who left school at 11 to ‘do something useful’. She has adapted very well to the stresses and strains of the current situation and has never even contemplated having ‘the jab’.   Her colleague Jade showed me his brand new website  with the very original name of www.Wylderness.co.uk
Do have a look. It is brilliant and original. I told him I thought he would do well in America.

Off to Pilton (near Glastonbury) to visit a combined social and activity centre, and then to Penelope O’Gara showing and exhbition entitled strangely  ‘The Itinerant Bizarrium”. She was a set designer for the theatre and specialised in macabre ghostly like figures which fitted in remarkably well with the church, St Peters of Evercreech. Unfortunately this bouncy and jolly lady had had the vax. She was put under pressure as she did not want to transmit anything to her disabled son (now 30 but who had been hit in a ‘bike vs car’ accident when he was 15. She may have received a more innocuous version i.e. saline solution. Some think that all the vaccines had graphene but the balance of evidence that these loaded viruses are more likely to be associated with the booster shots.

A rather depressing forecast from Deagal, estimating that the population of the UK and the USA  will be
United Kingdom  14,517,860 (2025) from 63,390,000 (2017)
United States of America  99,553,100 (2025) from 316,440,000 (2017)
view more details here.

On that note…..