God feeds the sparrows

When Jesus cracks the sky, will we be ready? In the meantime...

Now, on the matter of present tense! Mrs. Day, Mother Day, (I call her) yelled at me in the clouds this morning. I was nearly laughing, were she not so right on point. A Huge, huge airplane was painted perfectly, Were you not just talking to Evie about jumbling all of the eons together in your communication until you can’t tell the 1500’s from the year 2000 with you people. Did you have to go all the way back to Chris Columbus for En to understand boring hymn singing and invisible lyrics? Could you have used an airplane word picture for him? Point well taken. I sit and receive the blessing of the first scene of Father My sponsors have vowed three things in my name… and Father comes down the steps decisively. Mother’s labor was not in vain in the Lord as she is my maternal sponsor and corrects quite severely when as in this case the conversation Mother daughter my mother’s letter and her mother’s letter and all these pages fall on my lap as I am pitching when I should be catechizing or being catechised ( I am Whitley). All in a day’s… ponderings.

In my mind I am going to Carolina!

Oh dear, the sky here in NC is so interactive. It is positively interactive, virtual reality. Somedays, I can't handle the invasiveness of the NC sky.

I blame it on James Taylor introducing it to us in his music, at a young age. "Touch your head and the angels will show you where they hang their wings. Right over Charlotte, NC is the dressing room of the angels. They told me so.

Everyday they tell me how unruly and out of sorts my bedroom closet is. It is not the North Carolina way to let your closet get so out of control. Here, this is a hanger. This is what we do with our wings.

Last week somebody got an eagle patch for something they did and the whole group of them were showing me this and that patch they had won and how they carefully hang their wings on hangers, so that they won't get wrinkled. You won't be ready for heaven, if you don't get to that closet.

I know, I said!

Day and night it is the same. "Look to the left and you will see the stairs to West Heaven, it seems to say.

I guess it is competing with all of the technology people, who don't look at the sky anymore. (It's just like a New Yorker to make a map of the sky)

Easter main characters

Practicing for Resurrection on Good Friday ---Imaginations of future glories in present realities {Substitution...#00 for #11 go in to the game}

Practicing for Resurrection on Good Friday,
The ushers wore white and off white, in the aisles they stood. Uncle said, you are going to want to see this and you don’t want to look out of place so you wear whatever you have that is close to white. I know you have spilled coffee on all your off white and white stuff, but wear it anyhow.
We are all just grateful to be in the number of the redeemed. There is nothing but gratitude and rejoicing. The aisles are signified by the octagonal recesses in the ceiling and 2 ushers stand at opposite sides of the octagonal opening as the people are rejoicingly beamed into the eternal rejoicing. Not a single tear on their faces to leave us. We are sad to see them go, but they really can’t miss us for the presence of Jesus to which they are going.
I really don’t know if Uncle is a permanent usher, like the thief on the cross or if he was set as an usher until Uncle Reggie got in and they will both be deployed elsewhere after this point. I really can’t tell that.
The judgment of numbering the people 50 pieces of silver--- God stopped judging us right there and we are grateful. He picked 2 angel earrings for the 4 angels bound in the river and 50 pieces of silver for Araunah (2Samuel 24:22-25)there are 69 pieces on the necklace and Uncle’s bracelets to wear and international rings for peace. The angels have 4 pieces to their body and 6 stars on their crown. I think they are pretty and I have 2 angels that bless my Christmas tree each year on my dresser at home so that signifies the 4. I think that they are bringing healing now that death has gone to such depths in wars and the holocaust, especially.
Life is a war to be fought. Studying life in the replacement of war is a war in itself. People are always putting up their dukes against God when God is coming that we might have life and learn to study life. The redeemed know this and the glorified in Heaven promote this
. I don’t know if they are only let in on Good Friday every year or just this year. The angels are silent for the Amazing Grace. They can’t sing that song because they don’t know redemption as such. How is Ephraim the strength of His Head? How do we all belong to Christ in our culture and how indeed could David see that from his angle? Psalm 60—these are the questions in my head during the Amazing Grace.
I am neither the glorified, nor the angels so the angels do a type of narration to orient me to the process. They introduce themselves and tell me how I would know them in this or that scripture passage or movie reference. Ie. It seemed to me that the angel that had the sad providence to perform the judgment of numbering the people, hated that so much that she stood right next to God’s throne until Helen. Helen’s case was such a more sweet task to undertake. Bringing light to the mind of one who was blind and deaf, was a better job than the sad destruction that he was deployed to earlier. David saw only that angel and the 50 pieces of silver was her/ or his significance in Israel for the altar.2 Samuel 24.
I don’t think that this is the only building that signifies the resurrection. Christ is the resurrection so His resurrection is everywhere around us. He has come that they might have life and have it more abundantly. The surveying of the language as they look at them in tubes( kind of like testtubes all octagonal as well), is the occupation of the angels on Good Friday. The tubes go from ceiling to floor and the angels test the quality of the water and the color is significant also. They didn’t tell me why.
Are they {the languages} accurately reflecting God’s truth? Is there clarity or smudges in the language about God depicted? Are they stuck in this or that fallacy or heresy. The angels look at those things at Good Friday. They weigh every sermon. They weigh every spiritual book and they have a gradation process that I simply can’t go into at length. In Heaven, it is all about God’s glory and how it is projected. The angels care nothing about any other subject, maybe only on Good Friday, most of all.
“Everyday, the angel is showing me in my imagination, the moves he made before he lost the sword. When I try to make him stop and get to the point, he says to me, what are you rushing me for? The more that we conform our ways to Christ the closer he gets to his point. He is like a tennis player and when I watch the matches he shows me that he had to make this or that move when this or that thing happened. I spun around and I went like this and like that and then this happened. Day after day after day, I did this. I know, I say. I know the end of the story is that he lost it. I know the beginning of the story, He was placed to keep the way to the tree of life, but why he is telling me the whole story, I may never know. I think he is going to tell me that he lost it in the river, I am certainly too impatient to hear the whole thing. So, I keep listening patiently hoping that he will cut to the chase and tell me where the tree is. And He keeps saying what is your rush. You have promises to keep and miles to go before you get that answer.”
In the meantime, here we are at the Good Friday resurrection service. It probably happens everywhere. And it probably happens every Good Friday and maybe everyday, but, uncle wanted me to see this one, for some odd reason. The understanding of the weighing process of the Egyptian culture and the greatest value being God, has come clear to me in Genesis 50 and Abel-mizraim’s significance seems uncle’s pet-peeve. It is on the street between the “Lord Have Mercy’s” Beacon and “Teach me Thy Way, Oh Lord’s” Success. (there are 2 beacons in the hymnal online and 6 successes) The Lord Have Mercy is the 3rd and what a beautiful addition to the 2 in the hymnal to have a beacon written in our generation. I am so grateful to Michael W. Smith for writing that one for us.
Uncles both hugged and kissed me and told me the stuff they had about the left ear and the boney versus the soft-side of the left inner ear. Their puzzle is in equilibrium. This has some significance somehow, I have very little idea why. It is like a collection in the closet. I know what he said and he kissed and beamed up in the octagon and they were blessing God in the Alpha and Omega, with all of the redeemed, and then out of sight.

Evie under the care of dear Mrs. Robin.

Yesterday, the little bird felt quite accomplished as she saw the High schoolers onto the bus. She flew off, ambitiously to report her good deed to her coffee clatch. What real gossips the birds are, is true.

They think it their duty to see the children onto the bus and talk about their parents attendance to them or lack of attendance upon them in the process of preparation. Don’t they know how very short the time is for the children to fly off. I see their flight feathers already forming and their parents seem oblivious. II hear them to my real shame that I can’t redeem the time that has been lost in the forming of the flight feathers of the Highschool Evvie or any of the others for that matter.

They gossip aloud for us to hear or ignore as the case may be. I simply had to get them some seed for the graciousness of the harsh reminder or gracious reminder of the harsh reality that the time is speedily passing and My Evvie is on the bus on her own. She will soon be on her way in her adulthood.

I remember the sweetness of the days that it was the other children Em and En and Elyse on the Long Island Railroad and though they are still with us and pursuing their futures with anxiety and difficulty, we are still together and we are still striving together regardless of the vicissitudes.

What a talking to I got from Mrs. Robin this morning? I am hardly around if the others are sick. But today it was Evie. Oh no, what a time we will have talking about you at coffee today. How could you let your fledgling get sick. What is wrong with you?

We say the senioritis has gotten to her tonsils. Did you look down her throat? No? What kind of a hen are you? I flew right over when I heard from Mrs. Bluejay the sorry news. You know that we watch those children on the busstop, very carefully.

I know you do and I am grateful, I tried to make excuses, but birds will never have anything to do with excuses. If there is one thing about all types of birds they make no excuses and they will hear of none.

I couldn’t finish my sentence to her. She was off with a flash, once she had had her say to me. I was sufficiently shamed and grateful for the relationship to know what they do.

"Look to Jesus, now and live"

Listening for visual expectations of hope or looking for auditory expectations of hope could be futile. Learn to look for the visual and be grateful for the visual cues and listen for the auditory cues of hope. I was listening for the cries of someone who was certainly gone to glory. You can’t hear him anymore. My soul was listening, you can’t hear him any more soul or body. Separated. God said you tucked that part of him into the ground for a season. The resurrection comes when no separation will be any more. Look for that day. That is a hope that cannot be taken away. It takes time to embrace the hope of that day. It takes effort and on today, it is easier to see what is not here, than to hear was is here. Romans 12:12 Rejoicing in hope, patient in “tribulation”continuing steadfastly in prayer. ? Why? Because we have a city whose builder and maker is God. Because we see a God who stands above death and life and bids us to cast even those real and tangible and heartfelt griefs upon Him. He alone can carry that!