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Memories

Memory Lane?

I remember childhood fantasies; summer days, exploration and discovery. Naivete, longevity, and levity accompanied almost every day. Ducks, dogs and dandelions littered the landscape; sea-cows, blue frogs and giant turtles stayed large in the memory — we visited the zoo! — then ice cream and better yet, lime sherbet on a cone –green.     It all changed, though.

What happened?

Girls – well first, people, then girls. Fearful, unusual, intriguing, nice. These took over where craw-fish and snails left off.

They caught the devotion, overwhelmed the young mind, and became an adolescent obsession.

Some early “back and forth” went this way: “Hi — hi — whats up? — nothing — me too — well, see you — see you later.”

I trick-or-treated till about 13 years; chocolate kept me young-minded till facial eruptions broke-out. I was so embarrassed. Here  came the “real” world.

Don’t get me wrong, all was still an hyper-fa-lutin world — the real life endangerment had not blown the dream to smithereens — yet.

So, what’s the point?

Something mystical under-girded every little nuance — every delicate shade of meaning, of feeling and of value. Something diabolical, but something Holy, something of angels good or bad. The world was indeed beyond our sight, beyond our feelings, beyond our values — a mystery world — We sensed it, but could not define it.

We were taught to ignore it, to “grow up,” but, God Himself showed us a window one day, we looked in and then found the Door, Jesus. The “invisible” found defining words, and then our animating hearts. We took on the incorruptible!

 

We found an all-loving Father, His redeeming Son- a sacrificial Lamb and His revealing Spirit. We found a battle raging through that window, a war of attrition,  an enemy’s attempt at weakening or exhausting by constant harassment, abuse, or attack on one side — a standing firm in un-damageable truth on the other. A battering, wearing out, affirming of a lie, versus, the affirmation of impenetrable Truth.

Once entered we could never go back, though the temptation to hide in a self-constructed fog ever enjoins our human soul.

We do not need to fight in this battle; but our challenge remains to confirm and live in the victory.

I read a story in “Charisma” “…a kidnapper in Atlanta wooed little Willie with cash until he walked close enough to the car for the criminal to abduct him. Like I said, the little boy may not have discerned the kidnapper’s evil motives, but he certainly knew where to turn when he realized he’d been taken captive in a criminal’s car.”

“Willie started singing …”Every Praise.” Some of the lyrics go like this: “Every praise is to our God/Every word of worship with one accord/Every praise, every praise is to our God/Sing hallelujah to our God/Glory hallelujah is due our God/Every praise, every praise is to our God.”

“Willie didn’t just sing high praise to God once. No, the little boy did it over and over and over and over again—for three hours. He later told news reporters that the kidnapper went into a cursing fit and eventually stopped the car and tossed him out (thankfully, no worse for the wear).”

“He told me not to tell anyone.” charisma

Children just believe. The clothing of tangible viewpoint (sight evaluation), hasn’t glazed-over their spiritual sensitivities. More-so, we who have had this deep-revealing, hold fast (that form of sound doctrine). Immerse yourself in that truth, for the things not seen are real.

Finally from Revelation we read,  “Therefore rejoice, ye heavens, and ye that dwell in them.” They sang a new song.” “…I heard a loud voice saying in heaven, Now is come salvation, and strength, and the kingdom of our God, and the power of his Christ: for the accuser of our brethren is cast down, which accused them before our God day and night. Revelation 12:10-12

Hallelujah kids! Victory is ours in the mysterious but genuine world.  love ya

Tom Sliva

Tom Sliva

Born in Pittsburgh Pennsylvania, Pastor Sliva went to Bible college in Massachusetts at the Stevens School of the Bible in !982. He and his family moved to Baltimore in1987 to be a part of Greater Grace World Outreach. From there, he served in Prescott, Arizona, and Indianapolis, Ind. Ordained upon his return to Baltimore in 1995, Pastor Sliva was afflicted with brain cysts in the late 90's and stayed at home base until his recovery in 2002. He then assisted with ministries in Cincinnati and Pittsburgh before resettling in Baltimore due to his son's sudden illness and death. Pastor Sliva is a colon cancer survivor. He has been part of the Pastoral Care Team since 2008 and leads the Grief Share group at Greater Grace Church. Read more from Pastor Sliva on his blog Healing at the Cross.
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    Elizabeth Hoag says

    Thank you P.Sliva. I thoroughly enjoyed “Faith”! Things not seen are very real… more real than things we can touch. Very refreshing it is that children just believe things they cannot see! They knock, and the door opens. The unseen worship and praise opens His supernatural door… the pathway to God’s heart…. This opened door in our hearts thanks Jesus… praises Him…celebrates him!… taking us out of our situation… placing us in His arms. A 10 yr. old knew to sing aloud “Every praise to our God…” continually for 3 hours! Amazing Willie,….full of faith…..is an incredible worshipper of God. If a mustard seed of faith can move a mountain; can remove a mulberry tree with roots of several hundred feet…deep sixing it into the deep blue sea; then it is equally amazing that a song of praise and worship…..sung sincerely from our heart…can remove us out of our situations. I would love to meet this little boy with a huge heart for God. Elizabeth

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