PRAYER OF COVERING Part 3-Ears and Eyes

Today I am grouping two sections into one: ears and eyes. They seem to go together naturally. What we look at and what we listen to can have a powerful impact on our lives for good or for evil. We do have the ability to choose what we see and hear to a great extent and so help to protect ourselves from negativity. The problem is that some of the bad stuff we have no control over, such as billboards or other public things that just pop up in our range of vision while we are out and about. And the same goes for what we hear when in public places. We cannot control what other people talk about or the kind of language they use. So we need the protection of the blood of Jesus to not only cleanse us but to protect us from those things making inroads into our souls and spirits.

I claim the protection of the blood of Jesus over my ears, physical and spiritual, that the voice of the enemy will not penetrate into my mind or inner being. I will be cautious today about what I listen to (see Mark 4:24). By Your grace I declare I will not pay any to or entertain any half-truths, insinuations, roaring, whisperings, suggestions or lies from the devil. I claim the cleansing power of the blood to cleanse me from anything from the enemy which I have, in the past, allowed to enter my ears. Block my ears today from receiving anything with which the devil would try to beguile me—amuse, deceive, distract, divert, mislead, occupy or cheat me—and give me ears to hear and a heart to receive everything that You, Lord, have to say to me (see Matthew 11:15).

I claim the protection of the blood of Jesus over my eyes, physical and spiritual. Keep me from looking at things not pleasing to You—ungodly television programs and ads; unholy e-mail or internet sites and videos; movies; magazines; books. Protect me from those things I cannot help but see in the natural as I go about my daily life. Keep the defilement from penetrating into my mind and my spirit. I claim the cleansing power of the blood to remove every trace of influence of those ungodly things which, uninvited, impose themselves on my eyes and ears as I move about in public places—drive or walk down the streets, go about duties at work or school, walk through the stores, sit in restaurants, doctors’ offices and elsewhere—and as I interact throughout the day with those people who hold mindsets and worldviews which differ from mine. Protect my spiritual eyes. Cause me to see Jesus always (see Hebrews 12:2) and to be aware of, sensitive and responsive to what You are doing, and what the enemy is attempting to do, in my life and the lives of those around me. Lord, grant me a new awakening and clarity of spiritual vision, because it is written that without it Your people will die (see Proverbs 29:18 KJV).

Let’s make a conscious, deliberate choice to take care what we look at and what we listen to in our own homes, and to make good choices as to where we go in public places to lessen, when possible, the potential of seeing and hearing that which would contaminate our souls. As I said before, there are places we have to go where we have no choice but to be there. This is a good prayer to pray for our own protection and the protection of our families when there is no other option, such as work, school, doctors’ offices, stores and the like. Let’s do all we can to keep ourselves pure in the Lord. Let us fill our eyes and ears with good things so there is less room for anything else.

I hope you have enjoyed Part 3 of my series on Prayer for Covering. If you have not read the first two parts, click on Prayer for Covering for Part 1, and click here for Part 2. Just a reminder that this book is not yet published.

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PRAYER COVERING Part 2-The Heart

If you have not read the beginning of this prayer, click here before reading Part 2. This section concerns the covering of our hearts. Our hearts are very vulnerable, and can be easily wounded. Those wounds can take a long time to heal, and they often leave scars. People with wounded hearts often act out of their pain to wound others. We have to care for our hearts and keep them under the cover of the blood so they do not become hardened. We need hearts that are soft and malleable so the Holy Spirit can shape us and change us into the image of Jesus Christ.

It is Written new front cover #11_page-0001 (1)I claim the protection of the blood of Jesus over my heart. Let the things on which my heart ponders today be acceptable to You, Lord (see Psalm 19:14). Melt every last vestige of hardness and coldness in my heart with Your love until my heart becomes a deep, deep well of Your love ever flowing from me, and until my life pours out to You in continual worship. Lord, I want to know the overwhelming presence of Your love ruling in my heart. I do not just want to talk about it, hear about it, read about it or imagine it, but I want to daily experience it personally filling me every moment, and overflowing continuously out of my heart and life back to You and out to others. I do not ask You to enlarge my heart, Lord, but to enlarge Your place in my heart. I do not ask merely for more of You, Lord, but I offer You more of me—my whole being—so there is more room in my life for You. Consume me with Your love until my heart is wholly Yours, until there is nothing left there but an anointing of Your love, Your presence. Help me to access Your love in all its fullness. I want to feel Your heart beating within my heart.

Several years ago I had a powerful vision during a church prayer meeting. I saw a pair of hands holding a heart and gently massaging fragrant oil into it. The vision lasted for several minutes at the time, but has never left me. There have been various applications for this over the intervening time, and whenever I remember it, it still affects me. I believe that is what the Lord wants to do with each of our hearts. If we allow him to do this, His healing hands will bring wholeness to our hearts so we can move forward in our relationship with Jesus and also with our relationships with the people in our lives. Lord, may we all yield to your tender touch.

I hope you enjoy these short excerpts from the Prayer for Covering in my not-yet-finished book It Is Written. Please let me know what you think in the comment box below. I always love to hear from my readers. If you are not already following my blog, please take a moment to click on the “Follow” button at the top to receive e-mail notifications of future posts. Thank you for taking time to read this post.

Be blessed today and every day. May the peace of Christ dwell in your hearts and minds.

PRAYER OF COVERING

I thought I would share, in sections, the prayer for covering from my book It Is Written: My Prayer Journey into the Heart of God which is still in progress. Each section is a unit in itself, so here is the first part: the covering of our minds. Our mind can be a very fertile place for dark things to brew, so we need to take care to keep our minds under the cover of the blood of Jesus to protect us from all that comes against us from the world and from our enemy so they can be filled with the things of God.

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So spread Your covering over me now, Lord, for You are my Redeemer 

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I claim the protecting power of the blood of Jesus over my mind and my thoughts. Father, I choose today to think only on those things which are true, good, lovely and pleasing to You—positive, faith-filled thoughts—thoughts originating in and producing only life. (see Philippians 4:8). Help me to keep my mind pure (see 2 Peter 3:1 KJV), to keep it focused on You so that I might live in Your perfect peace (see Isaiah 26:3). Holy Spirit, I pray that You would nudge me when my thoughts turn to unworthy things, when I begin to meditate on unprofitable subjects which disturb my peace, grieve You, and could open the door to the enemy. Help me to renew my mind today that I might not come into agreement with—or walk in the ways of—my own fleshly instincts, the lures of the devil, or of the ways of the world, but that I might be changed—like a butterfly as it is transformed from egg to larva to pupa to adult—so I might examine and yield to Your will for me, and learn what You consider to be good, acceptable and perfect (see Romans 12:2). Lord, I know it is written that Your thoughts are higher than my thoughts (see Isaiah 55:9), but it is also written that I have the mind of Christ (see 1 Corinthians 2:16) because He lives within me. Lord, I ask that Your mind would truly be operative in me today, that my thoughts would be those which come from Your heart. Let Your Word judge my thoughts, Lord (see Hebrews 4:12). Deal with any that do not line up with Your Word and with who You have declared me to be in Christ.

What we think about is a choice. Colossians 3:2 tells us to set our minds on things above, not on earthly things. But we do need, at least in the beginning, to train our minds to make the right choices of what to dwell on. It can become a lifestyle if we work at it. If it were not possible, the Lord would never have told us to do this. However, we need the help of the Holy Spirit often to get into this mindset. And without God’s covering, we will not reach this point in our spiritual life. To do this, we need to be consistently reading the word and be in meaningful prayer, prayer that not only puts forth our requests, but also allows the Lord time to speak to us.

The mind is the best place to start in seeking covering for specific parts of our life. We will also look at our eyes, ears, mouth, attitudes, motives and more. Watch for the next most important part, covering for our hearts.

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LOST AND FOUND

Have you ever lost something that you really liked? Maybe it wasn’t even valuable, or even necessary, but you miss it.

Some years ago I sold jewelry through a network marketing company. These pieces featured Swarovski crystals. I purchased a few pieces for myself. One pair of earrings I particularly liked. They were simple yet elegant. One day when I decided to wear them I discovered I only had one of the pair. I looked all over but could not find it’s mate. Periodically I would check around on the floor under the dresser and in the drawers to double check, but never found that earring.

This reminded me of the time, as a young child, I lost one of a pair of my mother’s earrings by dropping it accidentally down a knothole in the floor. I used to go back to that hole and look down it trying to see where that earring had landed. Of course it was impossible to see into the darkness of the space between the first and second floor of the house. One of my first posts on this site was about this. I apologize that the photos on those first posts have disappeared, but you can still read about it if you like.

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My Earrings

A couple of months back, I decided to give it one more try. I knew I had never come home with only one earring, so it had to be somewhere in my apartment. I scanned under the dresser one more time. Nothing. Then I decided to get my little flashlight and do a final search. I had little hope of finding it, but lo and behold! There it lay. Now I have a complete pair which I can wear. I am sure you can see by the picture why I like them so much.

When I contemplated this the other day I realized that this state of being lost then found is just like we are before we come to the Lord. We are quite lost. Sometimes we are even aware that we are lost, but do not know how to be found. Just like that lost earring, we cannot find ourselves. We need someone to search us out. Then Jesus comes into the picture and “finds” us. He rescues us from the darkness and brings us out into the light so we can shine like those Swarovski crystals. We become useful in the Kingdom of God as we do His bidding.

What have you lost that you would like to find again? Perhaps we should all ask ourselves what we have lost from our lives that we need to retrieve to be whole once again. Have we lost some of the fruit of the Spirit? Or perhaps some of our zeal for serving? Maybe we have “lost” our quality time with the Lord in prayer, reading of the word or just listening to Him. Is it time to invite Jesus to help us to find that place once again so we can be fully useful to the Lord? Is it time to recommit ourselves to Him and to serve His and others with our whole heart? These are questions we should ask ourselves on a regular basis so that anything we have lost can be found quickly and not take years to rediscover. Like my earring.

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VISIT TO THE SUGAR BUSH

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Love those horses.

On Sunday afternoon I took a friend and we went to the Kinsmen sugar bush for a tour and a pancake breakfast. The day was perfect, chilly but not too cold and partly sunny. The only problem was the mud. Fortunately some of the path was covered with dead leaves and helped to prevent slipping.

First we had breakfast with two pancakes and maple syrup with three sausages–maple flavored. Very tasty, and just enough to fill my empty stomach. The hot chocolate made the perfect finishing touch.

There was too long a line to get on the wagon, so we decided just to do the tour on foot. It

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really isn’t that far. There is a volunteer to explain each stop. There is a display to show how maple syrup was made for hundreds of years, then from about 1830 on up to the current equipment. It is all very interesting even though I have been there before. We both enjoyed ourselves and it felt good to be out in the fresh air after all the cold winter weather. Spring is here technically speaking, and the weather is beginning to prove it.

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In the photo above, you can actually see the sap bubbling up the plastic tubing to another line which takes it to the storage tank before going into the building where it is boiled into syrup. A very interesting process. It takes 40 gallons of sap to make one gallon of syrup. Amazing! And with today’s method it takes only hours to do what it would take days or weeks to accomplish a hundred years ago.

Well, that was our Sunday afternoon. I hope you enjoyed reading about our outing. Thank you for stopping by and taking time to catch up on what I have been doing. I would really appreciate it if you would take a couple of minutes before you leave to put a comment in the box below. Let me know if you have been to a sugar bush and how you enjoyed it. If you are not already following my blog, please take a moment to click on the “Follow” button at the top to receive e-mail notifications of future posts.

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A LIFESTYLE OF PRAYER

More indoor pics for blog 034In yesterday’s post I mentioned a podcast I was invited to be on last week about developing a disciplined prayer life. I promised to share it with you once it was available. So if you are interested in listening to A Lifestyle of Prayer, please click here. While you are on the site, look around to see if there are other podcasts you might be interested in. If you like what you see, follow Chaplain Gray Stallworth. 

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MORNING PRAYER

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In the morning You will hear my voice.

I was wondering what my next post should be about. Last Thursday, I was the guest on a podcast with Chaplain Gray Stallworth. You can also find him on his blog or on FaceBook. The topic was how to develop a disciplined prayer life. The recording will be available tomorrow, so I will post it when I can. I thought, since prayer is such a huge part of my life that perhaps I should share with you a prayer I wrote some months ago and pray almost every morning when I get up. At first I thought it would be good to wait until tomorrow morning to post this. But I thought, maybe some would like to know about this before morning so they can be prepared to pray it. So here it is.

Morning Prayer

I want to say, “Good morning,” to You, Jesus, and to tell You how much I love You. Thank You for Your great love for me. Thank You that You care about everything that happens to me. Thank You that You are watching over my life and always interceding for me. Thank You for this day and for Your presence with me. Let me hear Your lovingkindnesses this morning. Thank You that they never cease and Your compassions never fail.

I ask for Your discernment today—for my own life and in all my dealings with others. May my eagerness to serve You and minister to others not hinder, distort, misplace or override that discernment.

Help me to let You be God fully in my life today.

May I bring glory to You in all I say and do.

Show me Your will for me for this day. Teach me the things I need to know. Reveal Yourself to me through the Word, prayer, meditation, dreams and visions, my circumstances and the words and examples of others.

Give me a humble, repentant heart throughout this day. May I be quick to confess, repent and seek forgiveness. Give me grace to be quick to forgive all.

Help me to bless others today.

Keep me from hindering Your work. I choose to obey You today. Forgive me when I fail, and redirect me back to Your path.

Help me to enter into the secret place with You. Teach me how to live from that place.

May I never move outside of the unity of Your purpose.

May I never grieve Your Holy Spirit.

Keep me committed to and on track with Your call on my life for today.

Help me to put aside every doubt and fear and to lay down every burden.

May I not give offense to or be offended by others.

Help me to guard my mind today, and to think only on those things which please You.

Help me to watch over my heart today to protect it against every attempt of the enemy to muddy or stop up the flow of the springs of life.

Prevent me from coming into agreement with the enemy. Keep me always alert to the devil’s tactics.

May I sow only good seed into good soil in order to reap a good 100-fold harvest.

Keep me continually connected to Your power.

Help me to communicate clearly to others that which You have clearly communicated to me to be shared with them.

Help me to be a strong support to others today. Show me specifically who and what You want me to pray for today and help me to pray aright. Help me to understand and empathize with the hearts of those You want me to minister to and pray for.

Strengthen me to never give up, especially when the way is difficult or seems to be at an impasse. When the way is smooth and easy, keep me from becoming careless and complacent. Keep me in balance throughout this day.

I choose to put on the full armor of God today. I declare that my weapons of warfare are ever ready for use. May I always be prompt, adept and accurate at using them.

Apply the blood of Jesus to my life today to cleanse me and protect me from the enemy. May the angel/s You have assigned to me keep me continually moving forward on Your path, fulfilling Your will, and keep me far from anyone or anything which could be detrimental to me, or to others through association.

Make me pure and holy.

Prompt, perfect, protect and process my prayers today so they prevail. Filter them all through Your Holy Spirit so they come before Your throne of grace according to your will, not my own—free from all fleshly intent or error. Thank You, Jesus. Amen.

I would encourage you to use this prayer if you like it and to use it on a daily basis. If you do not already have a designated prayer time, I would suggest that first thing in the morning, if it fits your schedule, is the best time to start. This prayer is a good launching pad into deeper prayer. Think about each separate section and expand the prayer. Meditate on it’s importance in your day, in your life. If you already have an established prayer time, then you may want to simply incorporate this prayer into that time. I will be publishing a book of prayers sometime, hopefully later this year, and this will be one of the prayers in it. Please feel free to share it with your friends, on your social media sites or to reblog it.

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IN THE SECRET PLACE OF THE LORD

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I have a secret to tell you.

Since I have been sharing some of my book, Shadows In My Valley, I have been thinking about the importance of spending time in the secret place of the Lord.

 

As I look back, I can see that I was searching for that place all the way through the valley. But I wonder now if I really knew what that even meant. Yes, it is a place apart where we can talk to the Lord and wait for Him to answer us, a place of solitude and sometimes even silence. But I think the secret part entails more, much more than I could have realized at that time.

 

What does secret really mean? My Gage Canadian Thesaurus says that, in part, it is “confidential, discreet, hidden, secluded”. Shall we look at these individual words to shed a little more light on the subject?

Confidential. When I think of this word, I think of something which should not be revealed to anyone else. Someone tells us a secret. They make it clear that it is to be kept secret. In other words, we must never even hint at it to another person. If we do, we have broken confidence with that person. We may be the cause of hurting others. We may be labeled ‘untrustworthy’.

Discreet goes along with confidential. The one telling the secret must be very cautious about who he tells the secret to, and the one receiving the secret must also be very careful to act with discretion. These things are to be kept hidden.

What do these things have to do with being in the secret place of the Lord?

 

  • Sometimes the Lord speaks His secrets to us, for our ears only. I remember years ago listening to a radio program and the preacher made a comment I have never forgotten: If you reveal something too soon, it could abort God’s purposes. I know I do not want to be guilty of doing that.

  • It may be that the Lord reveals something to us through the Word about someone with a particular need. What do we do with this? We pray. The Lord will show us whether and when we should share it with the person involved.

  • The Lord may choose, by revelation through the Holy Spirit, through dreams or through visions, to use us, in prayer, to help another person in an area of difficulty. Do we immediately run to that person and tell them about it? Usually it would be best to pray about it in the secret place until the Lord releases us to share it. There may never be a time to reveal it, or it may be some time in the future. If the Lord indicates it needs to be revealed right away, He will show us in some concrete way that we should do so.

  • Sometimes a friend will entrust us with a personal prayer request which they wish to be kept secret. We must honor that and keep it to ourselves, not with not even a hint to others about it. 

  • We may discover something about a person through their actions, attitudes or words. Unless there is cause to report something which may be of concern regarding the situation  to church leadership, we should keep these things between us and the Lord. That person may never know we prayed, but that does not matter. What matters is our faithfulness.

  • Perhaps someone comes to us for counsel. What they tell us must be kept confidential. Think how we would feel if we spoke our need in confidence, trusting the person we shared with, only to discover it had been passed on or even hinted at to others?

We must keep these things in the hidden place. We speak to the Lord about them in the secret place as we spend time in prayer. We seek Him in the seclusion of our prayer closet for revelation as to how to counsel, how to pray for specific needs, how and when to share with the person involved.

What made me think about these things just now? Well, if you read my post “The Story Behind Shadows In My Valley”, you will remember the woman I called Mary. If you haven’t read it yet, click here for part 1, here for part 2 and here for part 3. Mary had a habit of telling me and others about how the Lord would wake her up in the night to tell her terrible things about certain people. She stressed the terrible part a little too much. She always noted that it was so she could pray, but I questioned her motives nonetheless. I did not need to hear anything about those things. They were secrets the Lord had shared with Mary, if indeed they did come from the Lord and not from her own knowledge or imagination. It always bothered me when she did this, but I did not have the boldness to confront her about it. I think it was a lot to do with her pride, some need to be looked at as holding some special position with God.

It did teach me a lesson, though. When I was a young Christian, I did not always use discretion by keeping things to myself as I should have. I had not learned that yet. Occasionally, I would ‘innocently’ share, usually with only one person, a prayer request intended to go no further than my ears. It seemed a good thing. After all, I was recruiting extra prayers for the person in need. It took me a while to learn my lesson, that the point was not to get others praying, but to be trustworthy in my lifestyle. But I did finally see the necessity to change. The Lord convicted me and I recognized that for Him to trust me with His secrets, I must be faithful to keep the secrets of other people. And I did want to be found dependable in God’s eyes. And so I learned to keep secrets. I learned, because of Mary, that it was not acceptable to even hint that a secret may have been shared with me. Nothing is gained by doing so, and trust and friendship may be damaged or destroyed in the doing. 

And so I chose to be faithful to the Lord, to be one whom He can trust with any secret. I pray I will never disappoint Him in this.

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A LIFE TRANSFORMED The first story in The Lives of God’s Poor and Obscure

This is the first story I originally wrote as a stand-alone, not at that time anticipating the compiling of a book of short stories in this format. A Life Transformed was first published in the Pentecostal Testimony, the magazine of the Pentecostal Assemblies of Canada. That was, I believe, back in 1997. I then submitted it to a contest which I did not win. Both venues required a different number of words, so I added to it and shortened it accordingly. For the magazine, I had to cut it in half. For the contest, I had to almost triple the word count from the magazine edition. For this book, I have taken it back closer to the original number of words. I have not yet done the final editing, so if you, my reader, see anything you feel is an error in spelling, grammar, punctuation or in story content or flow, please feel free to leave a comment below and I will take it into consideration before I publish.  This story sat for a while before I decided to choose other obscure people in the Bible and to create stories around them. Now I am nearing the time when I can publish the whole collection in my next book, The Lives of God’s Poor and Obscure” A Collection of Short Stories. See my last post to learn more about this book.

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A Life Transformed

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It’s true. What they say of Him is true. I feel it. I know it. Because of this I am compelled to write an accurate record of my story so that others can believe, too. What I have to share is also important for the benefit of my children and their children after them.

My name is Malchus. Though it means, in my native Hebrew language, king, counselor or ruler, I am but the servant of the High Priest. Yet in a way I am a ruler in my own household: counselor to those I love dearly and for whose well-being I am fully responsible. My history is not exceptional. Born of Levite parents, Malchijah and Miriam, I have five brothers and three sisters. I am the oldest. I grew up in a strict Jewish home where my parents taught me to worship and fear God Almighty. Father constantly talked of the laws and commandments of God so that I became familiar with them at an early age. A good provider, he followed the Law faithfully. I was circumcised according to the Law and participated in all the feasts from the time I was of age. Mother was a wonderful, kind woman. An ancient proverb describes her exactly: An excellent wife is the crown of her husband.1 She complemented my father in every way so that they were as one being. Mother was a strong influence in my life both by her teaching and her example. Though she died several years ago, I still miss her.

When I was but a young boy, my parents betrothed me to the daughter of friends. As I grew into maturity, I watched this child grow and blossom into a beautiful young woman and eagerly anticipated the day of our marriage. Rachel has been my wife for several years now, and we have five children. My oldest son is my pride and joy. A handsome boy, full of life, he can be mischievous at times, but I am sure he will outgrow the youthful pranks. We have recently begun making arrangements to betroth him to Rebecca, the lovely little daughter of Joseph and Sarah, long-time friends of our family. I pray that when they do marry, they will be as happy and content as Rachel and I have been. May God bless them and grant them many children.

As a servant of the High Priest, I have faithfully served Caiaphas from the time I voluntarily bound myself to him fifteen years ago. Since the Romans took over the rule of our nation, they have appointed our high priests. Although they are still taken from the line of Aaron, now only those who are of political importance are chosen by Roman officials. Thus, sad to say, the spiritual quality of that privileged calling has now declined in favor of political power. I am sure God is very saddened by it all.

To begin my story, I must refer to a most amazing occurrence. One night, on orders from Caiaphas, I accompanied a large number of people gathered up by the chief priests, scribes and elders of Israel into a garden where we were to arrest a man named Jesus. One of His disciples, Judas, son of one Iscariot, promised to point Him out to us. He had come to the rulers a short while before with an offer to hand his Master over to them. They paid him the sum of thirty pieces of silver in advance, proving precisely how much they wanted to be rid of Jesus. I wondered, when I heard the rumor of this arrangement, why a man should be so anxious to betray his own Master and friend. I suppose some men are willing to do anything for enough money, but still, I thought it strange. Jesus taught openly in the temple and in public places, yet we had to have someone identify Him. And the multitude of men it took just to arrest one unarmed Man with a handful of mostly unarmed followers was inexplicable.

I had seen this Man from time to time at a distance, and heard snatches of what He spoke to the people. The leaders of the temple considered Him a troublemaker. The Pharisees and elders were so jealous of their exalted positions in Israel they could not bear to see so many enthusiastic supporters of One who had risen from obscurity. After all, He was only a carpenter’s Son from Galilee. No one of any significance ever came from Galilee. During the great Exile, this area was repopulated by a colony of heathens now looked down on as less than nobodies. But I, in my brief encounters, saw no real harm in Him. He certainly seemed to be popular with the common people.

This Jesus reportedly had healed many people from physical ailments and cast out demons. One day I even heard that He had raised a man named Lazarus from the dead. Nonsense, I thought, obviously a mere exaggeration spread by overzealous followers. But the rulers plainly took the incident seriously.

Numerous times the chief priests had tried to snare Him in His teaching, but no one succeeded. I often heard the rulers plotting, then reporting their failures. They sent different people to question Him, and some even pretended that they believed what He proclaimed. But with great wisdom, Jesus knew exactly how to reply to them. I heard the reports they brought back to the rulers. After the Lazarus rumor, the leaders stepped up their campaign to remove Jesus. They even plotted to kill Lazarus because many more people turned to Jesus because of him, and Lazarus himself was becoming very popular.

However, the first time I saw Him up close was on that unforgettable night in the garden called Gethsemane. A large group collected on the way to the garden that night after Judas informed us that this was to be the night. We first crossed the brook Kidron under a clear ebony sky alive with stars which silently spoke the wonders of God. From the south, a gentle warm breeze refreshed us after the heat of the day. The soft rustle of leaves in the olive trees was soothing, in deep contrast to the distressing undercurrent of our mission.

We entered the garden to find a number of peaceful, men with their leader. Their faces painted a picture of sadness overlaid with lines of worry and fear. Three of them actually looked as if they had just awakened from sleep. Judas approached and kissed Jesus—the sign agreed upon to identify Him. How hurt his Master must have been. I observed the face of this Man closely for a few moments. Heavy beads of sweat, thick as blood, coursed from His forehead down His cheeks into His beard. I will never forget that voice as Jesus spoke so clearly, calling Judas “Friend” and asking why he had come. He then reminded the multitude that He had taught openly in the temple and asked why they had not arrested Him at that time. No one responded. Subsequently He made a rather curious statement: Do you think that I cannot appeal to My Father, and He will at once put at My disposal more than twelve legions of angels? How then will the Scriptures be fulfilled, which say that it must happen this way?2

Astonishing! I remember wondering who He meant by His Father. And angels? Twelve legions of them? This was simply too much to fathom. But I will never forget His voice. So gentle, yet it came forth with so much authority that no one dared answer Him. In fact, after He spoke those words, we all fell backwards to the ground. Our legs had no power to hold us up. Again He asked the same question. Never once did He deny that He was the Jesus we had come to arrest. He had but one request—that we allow His disciples go safely. At that, all of His followers ran away. One young man had obviously, on sudden impulse, decided to follow the group into Gethsemane. He had nothing but a linen cloth wrapped around him. As he ran off, some of the men grabbed at him, snatched the cloth from him and left him to continue running naked. Had it not been such an intense and tragic occasion, I would have been overcome with the humor of the situation, although I suspect that the young man in question would not have considered it humorous.

But I must return to the most important part of my story. Even with all the unusual happenings that night, I should not have remembered it so vividly had not what I am about to tell you happened. I stood there in the front of the group, near some of Jesus’ disciples, when suddenly I saw the flash of a sword in the torchlight as it flew past me. I felt excruciating pain on the right side of my head. Looking down, I saw my ear—my ear!—lying on the ground at my feet. I instinctively put my hand to the side of my head and realized that blood was gushing out. I was in a state of shock. But that wasn’t even the most startling thing. As I was attempting to grasp the meaning of the whole situation, Jesus spoke to the man named Peter and rebuked him for having tried to defend Him. Most amazing of all, Jesus then put His hand where my ear had been, told me I wouldn’t have to suffer any longer, and wonder of wonders, when He removed His hand, my ear was perfectly restored where a moment before there had been nothing but a gaping wound. Hallelujah! Praise God. I couldn’t believe it. It was like a dream except the pain had been all too real, and the bloodstains on my robe were there to confirm it. I have never since had so much as an earache.

How could this Man perform such a miracle? Perhaps the stories that I had heard and put so little faith in had indeed been true. Perhaps I had been wrong. Now it was conceivable to me that the rulers were wrong in arresting Jesus, a Man who did not even try to defend Himself. This was an appalling mistake. How could this Man—about to be arrested, thought of by religious leaders as seditious, deserted by His friends—have enough compassion on a mere servant, a man He had never seen before as far as I know, to perform such a miraculous healing? Where did He get His power? Could it be that God actually was with Him, and that He had been wrongly accused? It frightened me to even think of the implications. Accusing God? Eliminating God’s Man? I could not comprehend the consequences of such an act. And it was our spiritual leaders who were responsible for this terrible thing. What is to become of our nation now? Our history has shown us just what God has done to Israel when our people refused to serve Him only. We are already ruled by Rome. Will we again be exiled to a strange land? When will our people learn to wholly devote themselves to Almighty God?

The Pharisees and elders were so anxious to dispose of Him that they put Jesus on trial before daybreak. While they were in the house of Annas, the father-in-law of Caiaphas, two of His disciples followed Him to watch the proceedings. One of them—I later learned his name was John—appeared to know the High Priest and brought in the other one—Peter, the one who had chopped off my ear. He stood and warmed himself at the fire along with the soldiers as though nothing unusual was about to take place. Three times the servants insisted that Peter had been with Jesus. Three times he denied the fact. One of my relatives happened to be there and told me these things. Simeon was in the garden and saw Peter use his sword, yet Peter denied to his face even knowing who Jesus was. Soon morning dawned, and a rooster crowed. Jesus turned around and looked at His disciple. Simeon said His look was full of compassion. Moments later, he watched as Peter ran out, his face contorted as if in anguish. Someone later told me he saw Peter crouched close to the wall weeping bitter tears.

The next day, after Caiaphas had sent Jesus to Pilate, the governor appointed by Rome, crowds gathered outside the Praetorium, the governor’s palace, screaming, “Crucify Him! Crucify Him!” The chief priests and rulers of the Temple had incited them. How amazing that people could so quickly change sides. One day they were praising the Man, hanging on His every word. The next day they were clamoring for His death. Pilate examined Him. He endeavored to save Him, but finally gave in to the crowd’s demands and handed Jesus over to the Roman soldiers, but not before he ordered Him to be whipped with metal-tipped leather thongs. I could not bear to witness as the barbs shredded the flesh on His back to expose muscle and bone. As if that were not punishment enough, even for a genuine criminal, the soldiers then took pleasure in mocking Him. They threw a purple robe over His bleeding body, handed Him a reed as a scepter, and wove a crown of horrible thorns which they forced down on His head. They began to beat Him about the head with reeds.

After ripping the robe from Him, they tied the rough wooden crossbar to His shoulders and forced Him to carry it to the hill Golgotha, the place of execution. Such cruelty in men is inconceivable to me. Jesus walked farther than I would have imagined possible under those conditions, but He finally fell to His knees and could proceed no further. All this time He spoke not a word. A soldier then summoned a spectator from the crowd to carry the burden the rest of the way. The crucifixion itself was too gruesome to even record here. The memory haunts me still. Some women gathered close by Him weeping, and His mother knelt at the foot of the cross with the disciple named John. I did not hear the conversation, but it must have been nothing short of heartbreaking for them all. Curses were shouted, and many voices mocked Him. The soldiers, as usual at these executions, cast lots for the clothing they had stripped from His body.

Though He had to be in excruciating pain of soul as well as body, Jesus never verbally abused His tormentors in return. I heard Him say, “Father, forgive them; for they do not know what they are doing.”3 What love. What tenderness.

Victims of crucifixion experience a slow, cruel death by suffocation, but Jesus, after a comparatively short time, said with a strong voice, “It is finished,”4 and then died as if He had complete control of the Spirit leaving His body. I marveled greatly at this at the time, but since that day I have learned that, in reality, He did freely give His life. And He had power to take it up again when He rose from the dead three days later. After He died, a terrible, ominous darkness fell over the whole area and the ground shook as if in sympathy. It frightened us all. It must have been the judgment of God. What is worse, the thick veil in the Temple which separated the Holy of Holies from the rest of the building was torn in half—from the top down to the bottom. How could this be?

I remember the commotion the elders made when they tried to cover up the fact that Jesus rose from the grave. Of course, they refused to believe it, and paid the guards to keep their mouths shut about what they actually saw. They spread the rumor that His disciples had stolen the body while the guard slept. Though they did not believe in Jesus, they were not willing for the public to learn what the guards could have told. Our rulers were more concerned about their own positions with the Roman government than the welfare of our nation. Why could our leaders, men who should know the signs of the times, men who have studied the prophets, not understand that this Man Jesus is the promised Messiah?

Though I did not at first believe either, after what transpired personally and what I saw during that Passover, I now must believe Jesus is the Son of the living God. My mind can yield no room for doubt. He is the Messiah. I have since heard many accounts of believers who saw Him after He rose from the dead. Our people have always been taught that two or three witnesses prove the case, and there have been many more than two or three who have seen Him. Now that I believe, I am thankful that my family, too, have believed in Him. I pray that whoever reads this document either now or in the future, may come to know Jesus in a personal way. He is truly the gentle, loving Savior Who came into the world to show us the Father, to die for our sins and bring complete salvation to all who will believe and trust in Him.

The priests and elders of Israel have ordered that anyone who professes to believe in Jesus must be put out of the synagogue. Some have already been denied the privilege of entering the Temple, but many are afraid to publicly proclaim their faith. Great persecution may await those disciples of Jesus who are not afraid to testify to what they believe. We may even have to leave our beloved land. But as I have undertaken to write this account, my faith has increased even more, and I now realize I am compelled, along with my wife Rachel, to publicly confess Jesus as our Savior. I know not what the consequences may be. I may even die for my faith. Only God knows. But one thing I do know: my God will keep me and strengthen me for whatever is ahead. Glory to His name. Amen.

I, Malchus, sign this document in affirmation that all that is herein written is true and reliable. May God bless all who read and lead them to a right relationship with His Son, Jesus.

Malchus, Jerusalem A.D 37

1 Proverbs 12:4

2 Matthew 26:53

3 Luke 23:34

4 John 19:30

 

Well, there it is. I hope you enjoyed the story. This is the first of an even dozen stories which will appear in my next book The Lives of God’s Poor and Obscure: A Collection of Short Stories. If you would like to find out more about my other two books, click here for Look for the Rainbows: A Journey of Spirit and Heart, and here for Shadows in My Valley.

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SNEAK PEAK

The Lives of God's Poor and Obscure Front Cover-001Now that Look for the Rainbows and Shadows in My Valley have been published, I am working on my next book. Hopefully it will be ready for publishing by May 2019.

The Lives of God’s Poor and Obscure is a book of a dozen short stories about people from the Bible who, in some way, had an important role to play. They themselves do not seem very important. Some are mentioned very briefly, some were never given a name, and none of them would have dreamed that thousands of years later people all over the world would be reading about their lives.

Maybe you have never given a moment’s thought to some of those who people my stories. I have had to study something about the times they lived in so that I could imagine a life around them. I have named the nameless and created families and life situations around each one to give each their own story which, though unknown to us today, could have happened as I have described.

Have you ever wondered about Malchus, the man whose ear Peter cut off in the Garden of Gethsemane? Can you begin to imagine how he must have felt when that sword struck? Or how he might have reacted when Jesus healed him? What about Orpah? Stories and books have been written and movies produced about Ruth, Naomi’s daughter-in-law. But have you ever considered what might have happened to Orpah, the one who returned to her old life when Ruth went on to Bethlehem? Or what how the shepherds feel when they saw the whole sky lit up with angels and were told the most fantastic news about the birth of a Savior?

These are just a few of the characters you will read about in The Lives of God’s Poor and Obscure A Collection of Short Stories. But they are not simply stories. There are life lessons for us to learn in the telling. At the end there is a short review of each story. And one last surprise letter written personally to each of us.

There are just a few more steps for me to take before I will be publishing this little volume. I hope you will watch for it through my updates here and on FaceBook

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