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The Journal
Walking In The Garden With God
Volume 9, Number 1
Published by: Christian Concourse Ministries, Inc. Copyright 1998 by Christian Concourse Ministries, Inc. All rights reserved. No part of this journal may be reproduced in any form without written permission from the publisher. The views expressed by contributing authors are not necessarily those of Christian Concourse Ministries, Inc. The expenses of this publication are met by the kind financial support of our readers. Christian Concourse Ministries, Inc. is a non-profit, tax-exempt corporation, registered in the State of Virginia.
YOU HAVE A PART!
Gerald T. Johnson, President Gerald T. Johnson, Editor Dar Johnson, Assistant Editor Jeff Hadsell, Contributing Editor
From The Editors: Dear Friends, in this issue we are focusing on the inward, spiritual relationship between God and someone just like you, His child, His sheep, His friend. These poems, insights and testimonies are written by those who, just like you, have known many changes of life. They have penned their reflections along the way for us to share in their lessons and their feelings. Some lessons were learned in the furnace of trial and temptation, some were learned in the dry wilderness, some were learned along the cool riverbank . . . some were learned peering into the absoluteness of the Gospel, but we suspect all are lessons learned at His feet in the garden of the heart . . . away from the fiery blast and the screaming tempter. We invite you to listen carefully for His still small voice in your garden as you meditate hereon. And we urge you to look at your walk with our Creator in the light of His experience in the Garden of Gethsemane. Several of these works offer a unique view on this drama between Father and Son. Walk THERE with Him also. Gerald T. Johnson
Amber He Sings Will
God Always Be With Us? Psalms 27 Waiting Still The Life We
Wish Give Me A
Mountain My
Garden Owns No Olive Tree Unto The
Hills Gethsemane
Garden Trees Easter Glory Song For
The Bride Songs Of
Victory 2/2/96 Church
With Wood Chips Floor Pastor
And Members
I know God will test our faith in Him, but sometimes I don't understand why He does in a way of children. Maybe, it's to get our attention and keep our mind on Him and not on the world. This year, 1997, was the year God got my attention, and He kept it. On January 24, 1997, my youngest daughter, Amber, 4 years old, became very sick. I thought at first it was something minor, and she would be alright in a few days. I had no idea what would lie ahead. On January 25 my Mom, Dottie Evans, took Amber to the doctor's office for me, as I was working. The doctor called me at work and said, "Amber needs to be in the hospital." We talked for awhile and agreed to send Amber home, but if she got worse to take her to the hospital. That night Amber did get worse. She had blood coming out all parts of her body: kidneys, intestines, mouth, etc. The next morning, January 26, I took her to the hospital. After eight hours in the Emergency Room, they decided to keep her. The doctor couldn't find out where all the blood was coming from. For several days they ran numerous tests on her. But no one knew what was wrong. While all this was going on, I noticed that she was getting worse as the days went by. On Wednesday morning about 5:00 AM, the nurse came in to take her blood work again. I made the remark that Amber was getting worse, "What's wrong with her?" All Amber did was just lie there, not a word did she speak, and if she did talk it was very soft. The nurse said to me, "I don't know!" Two hours later her doctor came in. After examining her, she said, "I'll be back in a few minutes." When she came back in I knew then that something was wrong. She said, "Amber's blood is down to a 7 and her kidneys have stopped working." They called in a Kidney Specialist and a Hematologist. The doctors explained to me that Amber had E-Coli, which caused her to have HUS (Hemolytic-Uremic Syndorme) and TTP (involving the blood platelets). TTP untreated is almost always fatal. Treatment is blood transfusions. Treatment for the HUS is kidney dialysis. The doctors explained step by step what was going to happen to her. They also explained that there was no medication that could help her. That day my world turned upside down. The hardest part was all the waiting for blood work and tests to come back. The next morning the doctors came in to see me. I wasn't quite awake, because I had been up all night with Amber. They started telling me that Amber's blood had dropped to 3 and they would have to give her a blood transfusion and they were going to have to move her to PCU (Progressive Care Unit), where they could watch her more closely. We were told that she could not take a full bag of blood, only half, because it would cause her to go into Cardiac Arrest. She also developed heart problems because of her illness. Then, they said the worst thing in the world that a Mother could hear: "Your child may not live much longer." I sat there for the longest time, not understanding why my child was going through this. I got myself together and took a shower. While I was in the shower, I started crying like I had never cried before. I had this awful fear come over me that I had never felt before. I started praying and asking God not to take her. I didn't care about the problems she would have later on in life, because all I wanted was for my baby to live. Then, came more bad news. Her kidneys had stopped working. They only gave her one more hour and if they weren't working by then that she would have to go on kidney dialysis. Meanwhile, people, not only in our church, but other churches and people around the world in other states and countries had been praying for Amber since the day everything started. Then, they called a "special prayer meeting" for Amber and several other people that were very sick at our church. The news got out around the church about her kidneys and people started praying more. I was shocked to know that God had answered the prayers so fast, but God is not fast, He is always on time! Her kidneys started working within the hour. The nurse couldn't hardly believe it when she came back into Amber's room. The next several days were touch and go. From one hour to the next her blood work was up and then it was down, which caused her blood platelets to break up and her kidneys would stop functioning and then, would start working again. About 2:00 AM on Saturday morning, I woke up from a bad dream. I happened to find Amber watching cartoons! I asked her if she was alright and she said, "Yes, I'm fine Mommy." At this point, I had not cried in front of Amber or even talked about the problems she was going through. As I sat there by her bed, I started crying. Amber reached over and wiped the tears from my eyes. She told me that she was going to be alright, that Jesus was going to make her better and that He wasn't going to take her to Heaven right now and that my ANGEL would take care of me! I asked her, "How do you know that?" Her reply was, "Jesus told me, and I believe Him." The next day Amber was beginning to get better. Her blood work was going up and her kidneys were working fine. She has to go to the doctors quite often and still has problems with her blood, but that's alright with me. She's still alive, that's all I ask for. THANK GOD! I have learned that God will get your attention any way that He can, and that we need faith like a child. Believe that God will always be there in the good times and in the bad, no matter what you're going through. This year is almost over and Amber is now 5 years old (Nov. 13), and is in Kindergarten and doing quite well. I look back over this year and see what Amber and our family have been through. I know God had a reason why Amber went through all of this, and one day, I will find out! And, when I do, it's going to be so wonderful. AND, I CAN SAY FOR A FACT THAT GOD IS STILL PERFORMING MIRACLES TODAY. I SEE MINE EVERY DAY OF AMBER'S LIFE! THANK YOU GOD FOR BEING THERE!
What was I clinging to when I clung to anything but you? What sort of body eclipsed the shine of you? What insanity possessed me to seek the living What once attracted me has lost its savor The Life of Christ, the life in Christ, Christ my life So I join Him, skipping, a calf from the stall;
"Will God always be with us", a young girl once asked. "Of course", her mother replied. "But how will I know if He is with us?" "When you hear the songbird in the tree, singing the lovely tune to praise God. When you feel the cool breath of wind on your face, you will know that God is whispering to you to grow in beauty and grace." But again the young girl asked, "Will God always be with us?" And the mother replied, "When you see the rain clouds forming, you will know that God is sending His love and wisdom upon the Earth. When the sheep call for their shepherd, God will lead them home. God will always be with us as long as we believe and pray." The young girl replied, "God, if you are up there in the great heavens above, I want you to know that you will always be in my heart and that you are my leader from injustice and evil. You deliver me from the hands of my enemies and lead me from the shadow of death with no fear in my heart." John 3:36 "He that believeth on the Son hath everlasting life: and he that believeth not the Son shall not see life; but the wrath of God abideth on him"
Oh, Lord, thou art my life and my salvation, Whom shall this radiant heart of mine now fear? Thou art of life my strength and my elation, Of whom am I afraid while thou art near? The foes I have must fall while He is guiding, In grief or trouble my great shield He is; His rock will hold me close to Him in hiding, High, high above my enemies and His. And, knowing this, I now can seek His beauty, His truth discover and His nearness feel, And after earthly life, its joy and duty, Go there before Him and in glory kneel. When thou said, "Seek my face," my heart was near thee, And I replied, "Thy face, Lord, will I seek." So as I cry to thee in love now, hear me. I need thy strength, without thee I am weak. Be always near me, Lord, and ne'er forsake me, Teach me thy way that I may do thy will; Along a beauteous, humble pathway take me. That leads me upward to thy holy hill. Yes, I had fainted if I had not known Him, If His great goodness I had failed to see; Life would be nothing if I did not own Him, If He had not bent low and called to me. Wait on the Lord, ye weary and ye lowly, And be of courage, ye that fainting art; To you is given strength and all things holy-- Wait, I say; He enters yet thy heart! Copyright 1997, Shirley Nesbit Sellers.
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That Judean world that waited, draped In stricken yearning, quiet stress, The day of change, of prophecies Fulfilled, looked not for happiness Of spirit and of mind. Pled-weary, God-wanting, it but sought relief From bonds that bowed the flesh to grief, That flayed the mind to unbelief. What, then, of changing thought has charged Our world until today we drift, Not creedless, but unsated still-- Blind, worn, left waiting for a lift Of spirit in a flood of earth's Unfettered pleasures, free from pain? Oh, God! Reach through our creeded stain And show us your still stars again. Copyright 1997, Shirley Nesbit Sellers.
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The life we wish all men could live, The things we wish all lands could know, A world at prayer--all can be so, For He will use, if we will give. To be of use in regions dim, And help win others to His side, We must our own cares take to God, For He needs us when we need Him. There is no need to stand outside And wonder how great life would be Could we our Savior truly see; If we but knock, He opens wide. To see Him we need only yearn For truth and knowledge, peace and light. Through longing, we'll be granted sight, For He will teach, if we will learn. Copyright 1997, Shirley Nesbit Sellers.
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Give me a mountain, God, A mountain created for scaling; Let the upward climb Take the whole of my time, Leaving no thought for turning or failing. Give me a mountain, God, That will help me to look above, That will bind my soul To a higher goal, To the teaching of truth and love. Help me find a mountain, God, On which others will trace my feet And will follow me there To sweet, fresh air, Where heaven and humans meet. There must be mountain, God, Close by, that I pass day by day. So near must it stand, I could take your hand And begin my ascent right away. Copyright 1997, Shirley Nesbit Sellers.
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My garden owns no olive tree, No sandy Eastern hills, But I have tasted agony And bitterness that fills The cup in challenge offered me With deep compassion, lovingly. My head has never worn a crown Formed of brier and thorn, But I have felt life's weight press down In mockery and scorn. Yet, with it, sweet relief I've known, As mists from morning's brow are blown. My hands the nails have never felt, Nor hammer's piercing pain, But with hope-crushing toil I've dealt, And known small earthly gain-- While heaven's blessings wrapped me 'round To prove the riches to be found. Though mortal breath, so sweet, so dear, Has never been denied me, I've heard above the din and fear A gentle voice beside me, A plea that I in love forgive, His Cross-way in the world to live. Copyright 1997, Shirley Nesbit Sellers.
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The mountains upward draw my searching eyes. I know that deepest valleys cannot stay My soul from reaching up toward the skies Where hills, unchanging, guard my lowly way . Where I still tread the paths of earth below, The shadows round me thicken and dismay. Only deeply shadowed paths I know, And seek in vain the brightness of the day. But far above my winding ways of shade The mountains rise from out the earthly night; I know that from those hills there comes my aid, From Him who crowns their peaks with heaven's light. Reach down your hand, oh God, and lead me there Where heaven meets the earth, and both are one; Where I may deeply breathe your purest air And, looking far, behold eternal sun. Copyright 1997, Shirley Nesbit Sellers.
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The winds rustled softly the whispering leaves In the Master's lone retreat; And the trees sighed low at the Savior's woe As he knelt in prayer at their feet. Gethsemane's darkness could not conceal The drops of blood on his brow; Nor could the sound of the night winds drown The courageous words of his vow. The trees spoke softly, lest Jesus hear And feel he was not alone, For who could know that the winds that blow Bring to all trees word and tone? The thorn tree spoke from an inner source Of wisdom, sad and deep, "If they press me down on his brow--a crown, I forever and aye shall weep!" "I remember his smile," said the olive tree, "When he tasted my fruit in the morn, When his lovely face showed peace and grace; And now it is sad and worn." The oak tree swayed and seemed to bend In its helplessness and grief, "If I could but fight, I would set things right! I would alter their unbelief!" In the darkness they could not see the tree That spoke then in whisper low, But they heard it say, "That is not the way The Master's way to show. "We must be like him, both brave and strong, Yet silent must we be; We must trust our friend, knowing grief will end When they nail his hands to me." The Master rose from his place of prayer, and his smile turned night to day, While the silent trees and the sighing breeze Heard his footsteps fade away. Copyright 1997, Shirley Nesbit Sellers.
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On Easter Eve from my bed He took me And made me to sit and ponder. He touched my head and made me see That there was a story of Easter wonder. He wanted me to write of the burden He carried With a cross on His shoulder, too. How He fell under the cross and no one worried How heavy it was or who would give Him water or wipe His brow. Have you ever wondered, too? Have you tried to see just how the heavy trod Calvary's way, With weary feet and head bowed low so we could look up to Easter day? To the cross He had to go and die That we might live forever more. Have you ever wondered why To us poor sinners who in dirt have rolled and in bondage been? That through Christ to Heaven we were called Yes, now all this I have seen.
"My heart aches. How I long to hold you my beautiful one, my betrothed. My desire for you runs deeper than the rivers wide; more vast than the endless horizon. How valuable, how precious and priceless. Your glance captivates me. I have watched you grow into a graceful, royal lady- elegantly gentle. My emissary has made you presentable. So I may present you to my Father -proudly displaying one fitting. I watch you - longing. I've been watching and longing. My desire growing with each passing. Know my dearest how deeply your love has captivated me. I am enraptured by the love within your eyes, the depth of it growing. You grow in beauty and stature. You were created to be by my side. It is my Father's pleasure to see our love growing strong. It will be my overwhelming joy to present you at the feast. Radiant - clothed in my glory, Clothed in fine, soft, shimmering linen. The bridal chamber awaits Will you run , run over the mountains, Thru the valley? For I call to you, my love, My bride.
A battle rages on inside, my soul is dying - my spirit is singing songs of victory. My mind screams out the logic and reason that mankind has spoken. The foolish, simple things transcend beyond comprehension. My Lord calls in the stillness I hear. The storm assails with winds and rain my eyes seek Jesus for I know He is in the midst of the storm asking me to reach out and take His hand. I hear the Spirit of God, calming me softly - yet at time so soft... I cannot hear amidst the whirring of the wind so I call out to my Lord and I hear His voice simple and direct; "do not fear, do not be afraid for I am with you" though I cannot see Him just hearing His voice, I am comforted. I scream out - I seek you my Lord, Almighty God How awesome you are, mighty, magnificent, all powerful You are in the midst of the storm calling to me asking will I still praise you, will I still seek you, even though the rain runs in my eyes and the wind howls in my ears, Yes! I praise you - for even in this I know that indeed you are with it You are in the storm - you have sent the storm., to test, to strengthen, to refine me- Yes! - I WILL PRAISE YOU! YES, I WILL SEEK YOU. THANK YOU FOR THE STORM, MY LORD. I SEE THE PURPOSE IN THE STORM, AND I SEE YOU IN IT... YES, I WILL PRAISE YOU - FOREVER WILL I PRAISE YOU!!!
The winds howl so loud I can hardly hear my thoughts. For clouded darkness shrouds and looms, What is this I scream at the deafening wind- can you hear me Lord? I know you must. In a panic I search myself . Did I allow this? Did I not obey or was it that I didn't ask you first, or simply a hard strong lesson to learn to trust in you more deeper? Search my heart I cry - check me Lord, convict me, - forgive me. I command the storm to be still in your name and still I don't feel the peace - it must be me - forgive me Lord. Did I fall off somewhere? Did I wander off? My heart pleads "I need you, Lord, I know I need you - what must I do to feel your arms about me again?" Or is their anything - or is it rest?,... And still the dark clouds thicken and weigh upon me - I grope for you, my Lord. I plead to you my savior - rescue me, grant me wisdom and understanding. I cast aside all earthly knowledge... or are you closer than I think? For you are shrouded in darkness, it's said, or do I simply struggle on the surface when I should rest and dive down deeper. Where beneath the water storms do not toss as much and in the quiet deep beneath the waves the silent peace and warmth of the deep current flows. Do I need air - not if you're there; need I to struggle or just drop and sink?
What joy forty four years ago when I was one of four, To go each night to build a small church on ground floor. Plywood for walls was on cinder block foundation fitted just so, Through the church door there you found wood chips for the floor. At the altar, down on my knees ""God's" blessings did flow, While praying in a revival it was thanksgiving night 1954. Christians told me there was a glow over head like a halo, "God" saved my soul in the church with wood chips for the floor. Getting up with that special feeling as never before, Learning of "God's" love how it did flow. As years passed kinder words easily began to grow, In my church that had new wood chips for the floor. A new Christian is like a baby, each day we grow, It is the Love for "God" we tell others so they can know. In my Christian life my prayer is that "God's" love will show, From my first church that had wood chips for the floor. "God" loved me long before down on my knees, how I know, From that beautiful night as years have seemed to really flow. Yes, "God's" love, healing and supplying all our needs does show, My love started for "Him" on my knees with wood chips as the floor. Learning about sweet "Jesus" born in a stall with straw for floor, Knowing how "Jesus" loves every soul born to Rich or Poor, "God's" love for the soul will last for now and ever more, "Praise God" my New Life began in a church With Wood Chips For Floor!
Today as you were preaching I was saying a prayer, Asking God to give to you the words while up there. As the words from God flowed through the air, So all souls would be in tune with love and care. As the preacher is preaching, our prayer is an uplift, Making his message strong as the words leave his lips. They will work on the devil like a long leather whip, And into the hearts of sinners with a zip. Please think of how strong your prayer will be to him, So a lost soul may have the feeling and turn from sin. The devil is saying No, sitting on your shoulder with a grin. Your heart is now beating fast, yes this is the time to begin. Do your best, make your life one that is willing to win, It is so easy, each Sunday morning, have a smile and begin. Pray for the preacher, you two should be the best of friends, God's words will always give you blessings "that never end". For many that are in church and do not unerstand, This message from the preacher is one from God's plan. This can be for many souls with blessing that is so grand, Years to come, will put your soul "on the road to glory land".
Copyright 1998 by Christian Concourse Ministries, Inc. All rights reserved. No part of this journal may be reproduced in any form without written permission from the publisher. The views expressed by contributing authors are not necessarily those of Christian Concourse Ministries, Inc. The expenses of this publication are met by the kind financial support of our readers. Christian Concourse Ministries, Inc. is a non-profit, tax-exempt corporation, registered in the State of Virginia. Leave your message, comment, or request in our guestbook.
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