What can I say? My spirit is crushed to the point of death! My body aches to the bone, and my flesh is burning as sweat soaks through all that my body touches. What should I do though? Should I beg God, Please if there is another way; please God take this cup fulled with your wrath from me please! Though I am weak in flesh God my spirit is willing. So Lord let your will be done, and let me pick up my cross to die. Though my hearts pounds wildly as if it were a power stroke diesel.... I fear not death. My extremities tremble to the point that my gait is unsteady, and my mouth is dry to the point that nothing will wet it, and swallowing is increasingly difficult. This irony you know..... of the pain that one must go through in order to see the Kingdom of God! So do not weep for me all of my friends for as surely as the Lord has told me that I must die today; he has reassured me that I will live! The cost of following God is being willing to accept his will, his strength, and his timing. It is living by faith. Faith that since God created us all in his image.... he desires to be the Father of us all. Since God is are Father then we are ALL his children, and as so a father tolerates only so much fighting before he pulls the whole bus over for some discipline. I do not mourn the life that is coming. I just weep because the world mocks those who have died. The do not honor the dead!!! No! We dishonor them by building monuments to them while rejecting their causes! So we agree killing them was good, right, and go about building monuments to ourselves. To some degree I have wanted to cling to this life, but what is it that it offers outside of Gods Spirit that can give me life? Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. I have had children bowing before me in the ghettos, and the first female Native American to speak on the floor of the U.S. Congress One who speaks for everyone sit at my feet and ask me to give her justice over her oppressors. When I asked her who it was she told me her oppressors were both the US government and the Catholic Church. I have marched with the two men who called Dr. King to his death, and have shown Gods love from north to south, and sea to sea. Goodbye my friends and foes. Laugh when you hear of my demise, cry when you hear what I said, and smile because Ill still be alive. The ride only gets better from here folks. Smile as I mourn for my child, and grieve for my brother and sister.
Posted on: Tue, 21 Jan 2014 21:52:02 +0000
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