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Constant God - Whatever the
thought, the deed, the possibility - there is God, constant, always there,
knowing our thought and awaiting our request for His insight. Your Mystery
(07/03/2017)
My story starts here She is lying there on her death-bed, unable to
move, barely able to speak, surrounded by her closest relatives. He approaches through the small crowd and takes a
knee by the head of her bed. She thinks to herself that she knows him but
can't recall his name. A nephew maybe? Her brother's boy? She knows
she knows him. She just can't put her tongue
on it. He bends toward her head and she tenses for a
moment, then relaxes, as he starts to speak. "I need you to do something for me. Do you
trust me?" She did, even though she could not place
him. And she nodded. She didn't know who he was, but she trusted him.
Why? He continued, . . "This is important. I want you to say something
for me. You understand?" Again, she nodded.
Could the others hear him? What can I possibly
do for him? Well, he told me - - he wants me to say something. What
is it? Who is he? She thinks to
herself, No matter, what little breath she has, she will say it,
whatever it is! "Do you think that I am stupid?"
As she struggled to turn her head to the side indicating she did not
consider him stupid, he continued;
"I need you to say JESUS." He said it slowly and clearly, like a
speech teacher, with plenty of breath. And it lingered there in the
room, above her and those gathered there. But they did not appear to
know it. They had no sense of him, whoever he was. He had threaded
his way through them and they did not appear to know he was there.
"I want you to say that name as
long as you are awake. When you fall asleep and wake for the
morning, start again, saying that name. Do not let it out of your
mouth.
JESUS,
. JESUS,
. JESUS, .
" he said. JESUS
she said. Then gasping for air she caught her
breath, Praise You Lord!. And again, "JESUS,
Praise You." Again, he coaxes her,
JESUS, JESUS. . ." And she
starts again;
JESUS, and again, JESUS,
JESUS, Praise You Lord. She
continues . . . This is where my
story ends, and your mystery begins.
How will it end? ================== John 1:1-4 (NIV)
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