I am flopping around from one thought to another. Never checking where the rest of my body is because my face is posted to this screen. This one was written after too much shredded wheat.

We are only Servants in the Castle

I was bestowed the responsibilities as steward, at a castle, found in these United States of America, in the great first state of Delaware, located in a small town called Briggsville, on a dead end street named Cuckoo Nest, placed in a setting surrounded by other castles of pleasant fortitude. This being my position for many seasons with my wife, Suzanne, of seventeen years and our daughter, in servitude training, Samantha, at the age of sixteen. We were the last of several servants left to keep the castle and grounds up until the next royal came to inhabit its chambers. We had many lonely cycles of the moon awaiting the next heir to the throne.

One evening a rider appeared at the gate bringing news of a young Prince being born in a distant land. We were asked to gather him from his keepers and to raise and teach him in the ways of royalty until such a time when he had matured to a stature to sit at the throne.

He was of a distinguished line of royalty having been sired by Braxton Hix Youngblood and dam by Curious Georgette of Misty Mountain. His security detail was all but killed or captured during a plot to overthrow the throne during his birth. He was hid among other children, being taken care of by a mysterious clan, named the Mennonites, which lived in the rolling hills of Lancaster, Pennsylvania.

We left immediately, under the cloak of darkness and arrived at the farm of Glendon Strite by midmorning. He was a man of poverties standing 5’2” tall. He wore tattered clothes beneath a heavy apron made of pieces of oxen hide that had been sewn together like a patchwork quilt. His scruff beard hung down below his plump belly and the floppy, dust covered hat he wore drooped over his intelligent blue eyes. Glendon inspected our credentials and hurried to a barn close by. He returned with the child, just freshly weaned, from his dry nurse, a week before.

The Prince was a handsome child, being fully furred, head to toe, with golden hair and floppy ears. His tongue hung out from the side of his mouth and he squirmed in excitement of our arrival. Glendon told us the Prince had not been given a name to keep him safe from harms way. We told him we would give the Prince a name, of a commoner, that would not be obvious to would be assassins.

The Prince was placed on the ground and allowed to stretch his legs and lighten his load for the long trip ahead. He had learned to move quite quickly across the ground on all fours, but the grace in his steps, was still misplaced, as he wobbled, fell and rolled without accord. My wife picked him up to brush the dirt off his boxy head and he douched her with licks so furious to put out a fire. We thanked Glendon for his service, with two silver coins, and started our journey home.

On the trip home we decided to give the Prince a name. Our choices would have to remain within the names of the people of modest means and couldn’t sparkle from your mouth as it was spoken. I had recently befriended a man who had been shipwrecked on an island for several years. He told me that over the years on the island the loneliness grew unbearable to the point where he thought insanity was upon him. One day a round, soft, ball, used during a sport of that time, appeared on the beach. He painted a face on it and put grass from the island, within holes, in the top of it, for hair. His will had kept him sane and the God of the Sun had delivered this life saving companion to him. Hence fore, he called his friend Wilson.

            The name Wilson seemed to be fitting for the Prince as it came out of great hardship and perseverance and it was a name from those of modest means. So it came to be that the first son of the mighty Sir Braxton Hix Youngblood, of the clan of Golden Retriever, on the 12^th day of Grateful Blessing, in the month of full harvest, within the year one hundred score and three, from the great town of Lancaster, would be called Prince Wilson. It was then we realized the Prince had not lightened his load enough.

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    “O ye of little Faith?”

            Life is not simple and neither is the way my faith works. I would say it is a blessing for the times I lay awake at night contemplating the words of the Bible , either spoken by God, Jesus Christ or one of His children. I wonder if They meant for us to only  accept the words or look into there meanings. I would compare it to standing on the shore of a sea and a ship in the far distance is passing the point where I am standing. I raise my looking glass to see what ship it is. It appears to be a foreign ship of different colors that I have not seen before but I adjust the focus and see men working on the deck that are friends of mine and understand where the ship came from. To me, knowing the men, helped me understand the origin of the ship, to another, the ship may help to identify the men aboard. This example, in itself, has become one of my basic beliefs in most spiritual experiences. The believer, thru Gods divine knowledge, receives His word thru, that which he understands.

            I am new in faith, newly saved, newly baptized and a basic Bible believing Baptist. I am nothing special on this earth. I guess you could say a regular stiff that has laid his life; body and soul face down on the ground, as a servant, to our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. It is an amazing feeling that I cannot compare to anything else in my life. I have had a yearning since I was young that would overtake me and couldn’t be satisfied by anything I did. It’s been a long and hard journey but the yearning is over.

            I have heard that the burning, the newly saved feel, is something temporary that will age and develop into a different type of faith. I know for myself that isn’t something I want to happen unless taken by the Grace of God or something larger than a million beasts pulling on my soul and as I have thought about it, God wouldn’t want that burning light to be dimmed. He wouldn’t want us to settle and be comfortable in our faith thinking we are on a plateau and the other people that need saved will climb to us.

            As every Christian should grow in their faith, belief and understanding of God’s word, my Holy Spirit has never let me down. When I was saved, turning my life over to our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, I felt a great emptiness being filled. A week ago, I lay before God and asked for his help to surrender all of myself to the Holy Spirit that dwelled inside me, to allow Him to be my pilot and me only the passenger. I went to bed and thought about church the next day.

            It was Sunday and I was feeling excited as always about our morning service. I was standing in our pew singing our first hymn when my eyes weld up and my voice couldn’t complete each line of the hymn. It was so over whelming until I realized what had occurred. It continued all thru the service and thru to today. Oh what power our Almighty God possesses. What love He fills our hearts with. He has removed my filter of pride and with it I have the ability to see and feel others around me.      

            One of my favorite and most read verses in the Bible is Matt. 6. 25-34. It helps me in times of stress, anxiety and feeling alone, something we as children of God deal with in this world. The verse I always think about is Matt. 6. 30 : Wherefore, if God so clothe the grass of the field, which to day is, and to morrow is cast into the oven, shall he not much more clothe you, O ye of little  faith? When I became anxious I would say to myself, “O ye of little faith”, to remind myself, that if my faith was strong enough, I wouldn’t have the anxiety I felt. I looked at it as a fault I had and because of it my life wasn’t as peaceful as it needed to be to serve our Lord. But the words “O ye of little faith” are much more than I thought.

            When our Savior Jesus Christ died for us on the cross and ascended into Heaven, He left the Holy Ghost with us as our Comforter. Our bodies became His and the work on this earth, that needs to be completed, is by the hand of God thru the Holy Ghost that dwells in us. We, as children of God, walk the path that Jesus has begun for us, but we also aspire to obtain the pure qualities that He possesses. We as humans can never be perfect as Jesus was, but it is our daily and life long work to try to become as close to His grace, understanding, beliefs, compassions and faith in God that is possible for us. “O ye of little faith” isn’t a fault but a complement to us in our attempt each day to live our lives growing in faith like our Lord Jesus Christ. If we choose to live our lives this way the bright and burning light of the newly saved Christian will not diminish, it will only grow brighter.

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Over Hollow Ground

There was a period in our lives when the clouds of society wrapped us in its misty grasp and wisped us away to a land that we didn’t know.

Our feet were just hanging inches from dry ground.

Our arms were whaling to find something, only to be cut by the sharp glass of our own desires.

We thought about our past and tried to remember the last memory when the sky could be seen.

The blinders we wear blocked the light, but if we removed them, they only helped as a measure of our despair.

Dark corners and rooms had become home to our weary souls.

It was so long ago.

So many years had pasted and the people that knew us did not see us at all.

We were only an transparency of the people we used to be.

Our hollow voids and emptiness made us blind to the things that made our life

worth seeing.

We filled ourselves with courage, laughter and strength knowing that there was much more of the same to keep us sane.

Our apparition gained stature, if only for a moment, so we could walk among those who didn’t see us.

We were happy with ourselves but their eyes told us that we were just the jesters in

their court.

We bid them goodnight and left with our best, worst friend to drive.

He was so courageous, for he had only one eye.

The road seemed straight and wide and the darkness of the night, so bright.

Our safety was close with no lights behind, as we reached our place of rest.

We feel asleep and did not dream till the next day.

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