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The Reluctant Servant
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The Reluctant Servant |
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martiniat8 Senior Member
since 2003-06-21
Posts 897Prague, Bohemia, Czech Republic |
I don't know what it was that made him turn around. Perhaps it was the mindless conversations the never ending stream of one way relations The game of exchanging money, dance, a well crafted gaze, touch or a hand in the pants He says this, he writes this as a man urinates now on the street outside his window It was frustration, as he seemed to be separated from the wicked He never prospered in their place. So he went back to church a man from his land was visiting and spreading the word from his homeland. And instantly, all his wayward "followers" seemed to fall at the wayside all those women, those so called "friends" seemed to disappear no longer did they hold his gaze or ear. Purification is a process especially to the reluctant man Another meeting outside the city He prayed, asked the Father for a stirring a flow of the gifts as they gathered outside in the garden round about in a circle He knew the pastor was to bring the prophetic trainee to him the trainees eyes were closed, and he felt the man being pulled to him The trainee came up to him, to speak a few words what he saw with closed eyes, a vision that had been delivered to him some 20 years ago or more a vision of fire, a fiery wall, endless in height as wide, as it was tall God's protection it was said "there is no need to be afraid" (afraid of what, the man thought) Where are you sending me? What will I have to walk through? He felt the fire, saw the beam of light burning down from heaven He looked down to the ground, seeing in the spirit the pulses of energy surging around. The man delivering the word stuttered and stumbled physically falling back, staggering overwhelmed by what he saw, heard, and felt. The pastor, who was training the man delivering the word held him up, to finish the phrase "A wall of God's protection" "No need to be afraid" A tear formed in the man's eye as he tried to reply and he shut his mouth, nothing needed to be said what the man had spoken to him had been seen by others over the years, it was reconfirmation, hence the tears The service was over, and the smell of smoke filled the air like a Barbecue, no, something was burning, like the smell of trees, a campfire Looking around for the smoke, no smoke the smell grew, something had been on fire something had been burned away. Walking away, and through the small town The man pulled out his cigarettes knowing when he lit it the smell would be gone and so it was and so he went the reluctant servant needing to repent. |
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