Imagine a pocket of time, you can be born again.
Sarah, at ninety, conceived a son.
You can laugh, because God is laughing.
So much of my life, I have spent, not laughing, & God is so good, that why would I not always be laughing.
Such is life, so they say, but who are they that say that?
Hilarious when you think about it, & tickle your funny bone & push Jesus, because that’s what I must do, ever since the day that I recognised His saving of me.
I was lost in the world or so I thought I was lost, & as a person thinks, so are they.
How could I find myself if I was lost, that’s funny, but not so funny when you are really lost, & terminally singing, what’s it all about Alfie?
Slow down oh you souls, lend the ears of your hearts, to the greatest voice who was ever heard on Earth; He is the very man Jesus, who is also God, would you believe?
Do you see how a glimmer of light sparks within yourself at the mention of His name?
Oh how lovely that light is, in you.
Abraham fell face down. Then he laughed & said to himself, Can a child be born to a hundred-year-old man? Can Sarah, a ninety-year-old woman, give birth?
The One enthroned in heaven laughs; the Lord ridicules them. Then He speaks to them in His anger & terrifies them in His wrath:
I have consecrated My King on Zion, My holy mountain.
It is what it is.
Perplexity, at its best.
Can you learn how to be born again?
Parrot fashion, is the way of learning, which is accepted, unconditionally by most people in the world.
Dance cocky, dance.
Hello cocky, say it back to me.
Monkey see, monkey do, is primal copying of one another, routinely becoming unchallenged ritual.
Every other Joe, & the Jones’s are role models.
Appearances are everything.
It’s totally acceptable to follow & imitate another person.
Sarah, knew in the natural that having a baby at her age was impossible. The thought to her of being pregnant, was beyond comprehension, but that’s just it, isn’t it?
The finished work of Christ is beyond comprehension.
I believe that everyone on Earth can understand in their hearts, what the words of ‘the finished work of Christ,’ means for them.
You can’t think your way into belief, but you can only agree with God, & then all the mysteries of life in Heaven, & on Earth are revealed to you.
Who wants that?
Your heart will rebel.
Your mind will say, that’s over the top & how could that possibly be real?
Your loyalty to your learned thoughts is admirable, but can you venture beyond what you think you already know?
Can you look at Jesus?
With the signpost of Jesus, I usher in God’s Word to you: Jesus told him, I am the way, the truth, & the life.
Let me show you this place
I AM Born Again
With forever treasure
The oil of Christ seeping into the stillness
The gentle bonk of the Banjo frog
Inside that silent night
I can hear Gethsemane
I see Jesus is over there
Within the mist
I know Him I’m there
I have awakened
His heart is mine & I am His
In the vastness of this moment
Such peace beyond reality exists
So I never want to leave Him I never shall
He is broken into this deepest place on Earth
He falls upon the ground
Droplets of blood
Jesus sees the joy before Him
Suffer the little children
Born from above