Don Quijote{there is a friend a friend who stinks?}

I think that Miguel Cervantes' use of his grief of tremendous loss of so much of his abilities. There were so many losses that he endured that the greatest of his meditations was that if his soul was intact in heaven, he would be truly grateful. His meditation of the deceptions of his Spanish Inquisition generation and the possibility that souls were catapulting themselves into hell from a great religious fervor and those from superstitious great uncaring souls who couldn't even stomach the thought that there could be a good God in heaven, because of their situation of forsakenness, or as it seemed to them.

In the movie the first scene is the awaiting of a trial of judgment and people in a dark and wicked dungeon. I think that this is a good interpretation of the preface of the book. Our current generation minds cannot fathom the depths of darkness of the time of the Spanish Inquisition and how a book such as this, with real and loving hope that people might be won from their deceptions into true and wonderful salvation, could have landed the writer into the dungeon for it's heretical implications. We cannot fathom such a thing. It is true, though. I think that they were merciful to his state of physical infirmity and thus took his desire to win them as a sort of court jest. He wrote this in such a way. I believe that Cervantes addresses the powers that be and drew them all into the reality that we are all poor pilgrims upon the earth awaiting death and the judgment. The question is, are those who take their soul's condition as a serious thing, fools or doctors of our culture? His questioning this thought has influenced our "common grace" to this day.

Although the scene of the dungeon is an intrusion from a modern translation, I think it useful to orient us to the day that Cervantes was addressing. His eye was ever on "That Day" and the "Eternal Judgment". God allowed him that hearing from his "Felix" and I believe that we owe some semblance of our common betterment to his mighty wielding of his wonderful pen! Please don't miss its benefits to our day.

I simply cannot tell if he knew that he was beautifying the Church.

Still there is an ever burning question, does Don Quijote love right or cheese?

the Wise or the Y's

The Halleluia Angel left on Friday. She was with me all the way until Y street came to Wise Avenue. I do know why. It was faster than a blink and that is the practice that happens in the churches where I still haven't won on that battle. Did He wake you up this morning? the answer is not Why, it is Halleluia! So I was left, right there. Alone. No uncle there on that silent question. No huge choir of singing sure ones to guide my feet alone in my why.
Jesus certainly doesn't leave you alone on Why and Wise, but the congregation and the angels cannot help you when you get there. One day, I will be able to say Halleluia to that question, but for now, it is me and Jesus walking in the darkness of WHY.

Mother Day said this season of prayer is about unsaved loved ones...

She said that Father Day's soul was so heavy with covetousness that she is somewhat sorry that she didn't pray more fervently than she did, when she was on earth. Now, it is her job to impress the importance of fervent intelligent, soul-winning, not just prayer, but envisioning and inclusive interaction with the souls about us.

Some people just pray, but, she who wins souls and mothers them into heaven is not one who sits in her chair waiting for the prodigal, but the mother who will turn stones over to rescue and hold her wayward loved one into heaven. They should be more sorry for your being sorry that they are not living holy. She said she learned that from Ethel Waters. She told those children that she would be looking for them in heaven when she gets there and not one of those souls are lost. They have her impression on their minds, turning over stones in heaven that not one of them is lost. That is motherhood. It is hard, but they must see your expectation of their redemption, at last. None of this "let go and let God" for your children and husband's souls. SOS is just that!

We are members of one another, of His flesh and of His bones. We are bound in the New Testament, by the church. If the church is going down then we are going down. If the church in our generation is going up then we are going up.

Julius Ceasar's rhetoric that "We are not going down, we are going up!" may convince of the direction of a boat or a vessel, but the souls of our generation are not won by fancy rhetoric and convincing speeches. We must be the mothers that God called us to be. That is the winsomeness of the generation. When the moon is blood in the NYT time of the world, motherhood is despised and the souls are breaking chains that bind us together, in the name of individuality. Bind us together, Lord, should be our prayer. Draw us close to Yourself in Your likeness in Your church for Your glory, until we all come to the unity of the faith. Growing up into Christ in "all things". This begins at home and then in church and then in community. God help us to envisioned being unbanned from the Gold of Heavenly Fellowship. In Jesus' Name, Amen.

They are just not going to leave me alone until I write about the beautiful curtains that adorned the skies that we had to drive through to get to Joni!

Yesterday was a beautiful sky, but still nothing like the one when Joni came to talk to us. I had to pray, Lord, we are looking to You. We are all tempted to worship her, because of the obvious nearness of her testimony to Your heart. We wouldn't shame her testimony by doing that. We are coming, to see and to hear what You have spoken into her heart for our benefit. The sky was better and more anticipatory than any Broadway show could be.

You New Yorkers are hard to impress, the sky was saying. The sky is certainly more beautiful. Can you feel the pangs of homesickness, even if you rarely go to Broadway, with a show off sky, like we have? I must say. The clouds gathered around the sunset and sent beams in every direction and the circle was aiming toward the city as we drove. Then there was a group of dark rain clouds behind it that we had to drive through with their dark beams pointing toward "Central" as well. and then beams of light came out upon us as we drove through a shower here and a sunbeam there. What is she going to say? Fear rose in my heart to think of what God could be saying to us. It was so very dramatic. I truly felt sorry for thinking of missing this event. I felt so sorry for all of my sins as we were driving and fearful of the level that God was clearly growing us to.

Do you know what the message was? God loves you and has a wonderful plan for your life. Whatever your condition, God can use you. You don't have to feel sorry for yourself, because you don't know God like Joni. You don't have to feel sorry because all is well with your life. God wants to love you and draw you to Himself.

I darted through the raindrops and had to look back at the curtains of sky that was our drive to the event. I didn't want to let go of the curtains. They poured out torrents upon the building and it was as though the angels were giving an ovation for her, before she started. All I could do was bow my head. They didn't stop, until she stopped talking. You people better appreciate how special a woman you have there with you. All of heaven agreed on that part. She doesn't glorify her condition or her service. She shines like a sunbeam for Jesus and gives Him the glory. That is all we can do. Let us grow in the unity of the spirit and the bond of peace as a result of her testimony. That is God's marching order from her and all of the angels of the Lord, seemed to stand behind her trying to read over her shoulder. {I want to know how she does it? they said} They had the clipboard and they are following suit. Let's shine for Jesus and do His bidding, without murmuring or complaining! We don't worship her, but we see God's great and mighty work in her heart because of what God is doing through her. Heaven and earth stand in awe of the greatness of God's work!

This morning, it seemed that God was in urgency to show off the "Healing In His Wings" Theme in the sky!

The stars were twinkling with much expectancy. What are you twinkling about so loudly was the question that they impressed in my heart? Have we got a show for you today? God is so much more intendant upon health than even you are toward Emily. All I could do was grunt at the truth of that. I was too tired from attending to the sickly grown woman that is my dear daughter.

He has got something planned for your skyline again today. God is always attentive to me and I am very grateful. I went about my day, only half anticipating the "really big show". The next I looked the clouds had rolled in and they were the real picture of the half wing of the "Hypocratic oath symbol". God is so great to remind me that He is love and He is healing. I am grateful for every reminder, when I am tempted to complain about the aches and infections that arise every now and again. I do applaud the wonderful show that I got. Don't miss such shows looking to or at some device for your direction.

I will look unto the hills...

Thank you stars for reminding me of our great creator's great show. Our Heavenly Father's loving consistent devotion to grow us into those who are working toward the health and welfare of the people in our care. Fighting sickness and disease and fighting antagonisms are the theme of my season.

The ponds on both sides of the schools are sweet coffee clatches for the angels.

I noticed it from when we first moved here. Do these people have all of the angels on dispatch, was my question?

Evvie and I were only half joking when we went to the dance in 6th grade. The angels met us on the way to the dance and showed us where their shindig is.

This morning, as usual, they were commiserating about their inability to fight as they want to. I could concur. If there is anything the angels and I love about eachother is that we both love to fight. That is all they do is fight and drink coffee together. I imagine that it is coffee, because that is what I am doing when I see them, drinking my morning coffee.

This morning, they showed me the wall. I couldn't see it before. I always wanted to know what they talk about, day after day after day, in the same place. Today it was the wall. I didn't know there was a wall there. Look, they said together. I never see their faces, so I don't really know one from the other, just that they sit on the little clouds above the pond and grumble about so many Christian children learning outside of the realms of blessing. I see their legs and feet and the bottom of their wings hitting the water. We can't knock it down, they told me. Christians, only can knock down the wall of "God's dismissal". When we dismiss God, we dismiss the angels of blessing. They had arrows with fire and shot them at the wall to show me. The fiery arrow, just fizzled into nothing against that very flimsy looking wall. We might as well shoot our arrows into the pond, as much as shooting them at the wall. We can't do anything, so we sit here waiting for the dispatch to assist those children when they get out of school.

Christians have dismissed God from school and we are the messengers and the protectors of these children, our hands are tied. I pray that they are dispatched and invited into the school to protect and engage our children with blessing.

The ponds on both sides of the schools are sweet coffee clatches for the angels.

I noticed it from when we first moved here. Do these people have all of the angels on dispatch, was my question?

Evvie and I were only half joking when we went to the dance in 6th grade. The angels met us on the way to the dance and showed us where their shindig is.

This morning, as usual they were commiserating about their inability to fight as they want to. I could concur. If there is anything the angels and I love about eachother is that we both love to fight. That is all they do is fight and drink coffee together. I imagine that it is coffee, because that is what I am doing when I see them.

Is it safe or out to be late for church, talking on contraption to one's sister?

What an amazing debate the heaven's had over that issue? Some hands said safe, some said out. You will need that fellowship. You are missing out. Sure enough the final analysis was a significant "out!" You will always lose if you put God second, no matter who or what. Okay, I will accept the call!

I came downstairs first thing and the uncles were enraptured in a tremendously deep game of chess. What are you doing here today? I asked. Like their female counterparts, they gave me that look of consternation that I would have the temerity to ask such a question of them. Helen was, as usual trapsing around like a ballerina and a new face had come to join the tumult. A bold and brash woman walking back and forth looking for a spinning wheel. What have you given up spinning, she said? Where is it? I had no idea who this bold, Barbara Stanwyck type woman was until she sat at my computer and a spinning wheel appeared where my computer had been. I wanted to drop to my knees in near worship. Louisa? I asked. I said have you stopped spinning? You have such a new fangled spinning wheel and you feel that you can take days and weeks off your spinning. By the time she had finished telling me that, she had spun a spool off to give me and threads were going through my lattices every which way into the sky and down into the earth. She is such an experienced heavenly "spinster" that I have even a greater respect than I had had before. Poof! She was gone. The uncles and Helen, too. It is time to start your day.