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| God was There | |
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| Topic Started: Jan 27 2010, 04:52 AM (48 Views) | |
| Post #1 Jan 27 2010, 04:52 AM | Joe E. Holman |
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Posted from my blog... GOD WAS THERE I am God. I know your pain. I was there for every trial you’ve ever faced. I was there when you fell and hurt your knee at the age of three. I was there when you were shunned on the playground more recently. I was there when your mother was in the hospital. I stood by and watched as the doctors worked to save her life. I appreciated the prayers you sent Me to spare her. I was there when mother died, as her immortal spirit drifted back to Me. I was there when your family mourned her loss and cried with unceasing tears. I was there when your father passed, when he forgot who you were, when you closed the lid to his casket. I was there when dear Aunt Olga was diagnosed with ovarian cancer. I was there when she bravely went through test after test until her condition was finally confirmed. I was there when she lost her will to live. I watched as the family pleaded with her to continue treatment and not to give up; I waited where her tears fell. I was there when your Uncle Hank died. I was there when you told your first lie. I was around the first time you touched yourself; on that day, all the angels cried; on that day, you lost your innocence. I was there, in the corner of your room, watching you sin. I testified to your inner-man that you fell short of My Glory, as a sinner, an impure and fallen man, another of Adam’s reproachful sons, wicked from birth. I was there when young Ben, your childhood friend, was killed in the car wreck. I was in the driver’s seat of the other car, watching, looking on as a drunken man fell asleep at the wheel. I did not wake him, but said: “Sleep, you foolish man. Sleep.” I was there when your best friend from high school decided to take his own life. My holy eyes saw the blood from his slit wrists run down through the cracks of the hard wood floor. I was there when you wept at his funeral. Jesus wept too. I was there when you sobbed uncontrollably, leaning on the casket of your bosom friend, pushing away the comforts of your spouse. I was there when your youngest child was born, when it was said of the doctors: “Your son’s spine did not form correctly. He will never walk and will need surgery to live.” I was there when the doctors performed the operation. I was there as their hands took the scalpels, as every incision, every cut into his newborn flesh was made. I was there, and I am here. I am God: “and, lo, I am with you always, even unto the end of the world. Amen.” (Matthew 28:20) (JH) |
 
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| Post #2 Jan 27 2010, 10:45 PM | magicshoemonkey |
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I read this the other day. I want to say John Loftus linked to it on his blog, but I can't remember well enough if that was it. I think it's excellent. |
 
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