“Let the Eagle Soar”

harney-peak-jpeg Just thought I’d throw this out here on a Saturday. I know it’s not the best time when people are so busy, but maybe this is just for a few. Help others find it if you think it is of God. We will continue “Journey to Micro Church” and Black Elk soon, but for today, here’s a poem that may not rhyme, but full of very power poetic thought. I hope you enjoy. This poem holds the key to everything!

“Let the Eagle Soar”

Surrender is the greatest fight.

The “Fight of No-Fight!”

Transformation is the goal, not an easy task. When God’s passions become our own? We are transformed! 

Filled with God…full of light.

On fire with passion, but not our own! Surrender brings a sweet release, but only when unto God.

No more stress, just faith… No more fighting, just flowing… No more losing, just living and fulfilling.

What have I to lose, once I’ve given every thing? If I claim to have surrendered, all fight ceases, right?

But has it?

Surrender is powerful! It moves the supernatural! It levels mountains! Anything less is tainted of man, becoming mortal…something weak…something falling short of God!

But surrender has its expectations.

It demands composure. In the face of fear and doubt, it expects faith and peace.

In the face of sacrifice and pain it demands courage and forward motion.

It demands LOVE. Not empty promises.

Delivered completely into God’s hands. What better place to be? We are the fallen leaf embraced by powerful stream, and carried to His oceans.

Do we fight our soul’s desire?

Self melts… to become one with God.

This is the power of transformation. This is the power of supernatural. To let go, and yet we win! To give up all, only to discover the greatest treasure! God Himself.

To surrender all and yet discover everything; everything that means anything. No longer deceived we are finally free to live the greatest fight! The Fight of No-Fight!

And enjoy the greatest flight.

Let the Eagle Soar. They that wait upon the Lord. 

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Journey to Micro Church – #3

 

I try not to question how God speaks to me, whether it seems logical or makes sense in my carnal mind. I have only learned to know His voice, like a bellwether sheep; and as long as it does not conflict with God’s written word, then I have peace and go forward in faith, like a little child. I don’t try to figure it out. I look for what is God speaking? And that is how I ended up in South Dakota at a time few tourist go.

They had had a big snow just before we got there, and yet we had wonderful weather the whole time, and I had Harney Peak and Black Elk Trail all to myself, because I followed that voice. Now…as I hiked up that path…God was speaking to me of some native Indian? Named Black Elk? And how would this Black Elk have anything to do with me in my day, and my search for answers? I did not know.

I have shared only a very little so far, of the words Black Elk spoke that have confirmed so much to me, about the nature of man, and the darkness in his eyes. His words confessing he felt as a man who had been given a great vision too big for him; those words glued to my heart from the first time I read them. And I ask the question, have YOU ever felt that way about anything? Can you identify with the words of a wise man native Indian who lived before your time?

The fact God led me to this very mountain and this very path leading to a peak this native Indian once stood upon and had a great vision, and I knew nothing of any of this. I had heard of Crazy Horse and Bear Butte. I had been there too, but I knew nothing of all this until I began reading the book after I came down out of Harney Peak and Black Elk Wilderness, and happened to find one copy of his book at an old bookstore. This is how my journey to Micro Church began. How strange. How unpredictable. And now that I have made this point, I’d like to share a little more of the vision Black Elk had, because somehow I identify with that too. And I think most Christian will. How very strange.

I will follow this quote with a small parable of Jesus. See if you see any similarities?

Black Elk > “But now that I can see it all as from a lonely hilltop, I know it was the story of a mighty vision given to a man too weak to use it; of a holy tree that should have flourished in a people’s heart with flowers and singing birds, and now it is withered; and of a people’s dream that died in bloody snow.”

JESUS CHRIST > “The Kingdom of Heaven is like a mustard seed planted in a field. It is the smallest of all seeds, but it becomes the largest of garden plantsit grows into a tree, and birds come and make nests in its branches.”  (Matt. 13: 31-32)

Again, I feel the pain personally, in Black Elk’s words, because I have spent 60 years involved in this modern Church system, only to feel it has devolved into some money hungry machine, mass producing warped disciples, of which I am one. But having found a new tree flourishing! A tree resembling what Christ first spoke and did, I have found such a refreshing in my spirit man as I have never experienced before!

Scripture confirms God always has a true remnant! His Kingdom of Heaven tree has never ceased to flourish or provide rest and refreshing in its branches! So even though I know Black Elks pain on the one hand, I find myself rejoicing every day with the treasure found in the field! I did not die in the wilderness! Before my eyes did close in mortal death, God has blessed me so, and I could want no more! Here’s a poem I’ve been working on >

“Death’s Door”

When my work is done, and my body spent, I will pass through one of many doors. There is but one I seek. The door of peace.

So many doors of regret, fear, and failure; but not this one.

Not the many doors of a wasted life and misspent time, but that one path of pure devotion. And tho my heart does anticipate, yet not before my time; God’s will, not mine.

Jesus told his mother, “It is not my time.” Yet to his Father he prayed, “Thy will, not mine.”

Even today if it be so, or much longer if God should choose, we seek this one door. The one labeled: Well done, good and faithful servant. This door I pray to see. This door I seek.

Filled with Holy Spirit and God-ambition, self melts away. He determines my day and the tasks thereof. An Enoch people. Steps ordered of the Lord. A life that soars. A fallen leaf flowing downstream.

Light and Day. God’s first creation to us, and they are one. Children of the Day! By way of Christ, not Moses! By way of Sarah, not Hagar! 

Not a Covenant of laws cut in the dark! But a bright Covenant of Light! One was born in darkness… but the other in a rising Son!

Perfect love cast out all fear.

The life of regret is the fear of death. The lost die badly. They die in fear, disappointment, defeat, disillusionment, struggle, anger, and darkness. With many questions and few answers.

But children of the day burst the cocoon with visions of transformation! It is not an ending for them, but a greater beginning!

Of this they have no doubt!

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The poem is still a work in progress, but getting close. Unbelievers will laugh at the faith of Believers. But at home in the dark, they do not laugh.

There is more to be said of Black Elk, and the journey we have made to new visions of understanding. More to come, next episode. Thanks for reading. If you like what you read, if it has blessed you in any way, or made you slow down and think, if you would hit the “like” button, it is very encouraging and appreciated. Thanks.

Harney Peak in Black Elk Wilderness will always be a special place to me. Picture yourself there and perhaps you might catch a glimpse of what I mean.

 

 

Adventures in Podcasting

bible-sword-of-the-spirit Where do I begin?

Once upon a time I was led to leave the modern church religious system and go on a 9 day God-Quest in the Black Hills of South Dakota, where God spoke to me and my wife, and began to reveal many things. A path that has continued slowly unfolding day by day ever since that Quest.

Once upon a time, after returning home, I was led to build a very large Teepee, out of 2×8 beams and plywood. I built this by hand, and by myself, in the country, behind a big red barn, and under a large green tree, looking out over fields of corn. This was my 61st and 62nd years of age. This became my spiritual retreat, and it was ready for me when Orion’s meteor shower came. The weather was very rough, but I moved in that very night for a 2 week period. God spoke more, as I saw one meteor, along with the constellation of Orion the Hunter, his belt, sword, and bow.

Then God brought me back to our city house, small though it be, and we started a Fellowship called, “Fellowship of the White Path”. Jesus walked the red path of his own blood, so we could walk the white path of his own righteousness.

Once upon a time, God spoke to our little Fellowship about developing a Prayer Garden with a path running through it to a side door of our house, which would enter two rooms, and would be a free laundry mat for people struggling making ends meet. But this would require much shifting around of our house, so my wife and I would still have 1000 square feet of living space. Much renovation would be needed to put in an outside door to the Laundry Rooms, and create a new bedroom and laundry room for my wife. And so I began, Once upon a time.

However, my wife developed a medical problem. She cut back working and medical bills began to arrive. Surgery is scheduled soon and she will be fine, but in the meantime I had to take up part time work as a carpenter, and the house and garden project slowed way down, even to a crawl. But slowly we still climb. Her laundry room is almost done, then we begin the bedroom. We project Prayer Garden and Laundry Mat to open next spring, at Passover!

But in the meantime, once upon a time, I was working the carpentry with a young lady, and I began to speak to her of the “Missing 200 Years” most Christians have little knowledge of. 200 very important years and the lost knowledge. And as I spoke of this, she was most interested, and she had a suggestion. She thought I should start a “Podcast”.

A what??? Okay, I had some idea of what it was, but being of my generation, I really knew very little. Once upon a time this young lady explained to me and also played for me a couple of Podcast she enjoyed. I was immediately hooked on the idea.

Once upon a time this old man downloaded on his phone: “Podcasting for Dummies”.

There is a change coming. More and more this site will be relating to the subject of the Missing 200 Years, what it means for us today, how did we get away from the Church Jesus started, how there has always been a river flowing of people still practicing early Church history, but we are not told of it, and there are many great writers! A treasure trove of scriptural knowledge!

If I am successful, as an old dog tries learning a new trick, this site will become the launching pad for a Podcast I already have a name for, but not to be revealed until time. The house continues slowly moving towards its projected date for the Laundry mat, because we believe in the beauty of slow, not stress. The Fellowship continues. My wife will be well again, soon. And we will be Podcasting. You will be able to learn about the Missing 200, and what it means to us, while driving down the road, or perhaps doing dishes. No reading required! No having to stop what you’re doing in order to learn! This is an amazing time.

So I’ve read most of Podcasting for Dummies, and we just ordered a Podcast Kit due to arrive in 3 days. I still have much to learn and figure out how to do in order to be on the air. We appreciate your prayers. For me, the message is the easy part. It’s the technical stuff I have to learn, and Lord willing, so we shall.

I will be changing a few things on this site, to fit the new theme. As for the story of “Yinney”, if there are those who want more, please give me some feedback and I will start a page just for the continued story. I may do that anyway. It is in my heart to do so.

We are on no time schedule here. Next article I’ll show some pictures of the new laundry room, the Podcasting equipment and how we’re progressing. We have microphone, small mixing board, and headset for monitoring sound on the way, and we hope it will all hook up to this laptop. Then I have a very crude, dank, cement basement I hope to use for a recording room. It’s like being in a cave. I’ll try to do pictures of all these things, and anyone possibly thinking of Podcasting too, perhaps my journey will help you. Or maybe you already do this and can help me?

BUT THE ADVENTURE CONTINUES! As Grandpa White Feather attempts to stick a new feather in his cap. I believe as more and more people are leaving the large, expensive, cumbersome, impersonal mega-churches and hungry for something more like what Jesus actually did, we see a Micro-Church movement swelling, a new wine skin developing, and what does it all mean? A second Reformation? Or a great falling away? These are signs of our time. Even as homosexuality, and all forms of sexual perversion are strongly on the rise, these are signs of our time. Do not be left in the dark! We are called to be children of the day!

More coming soon. Thanks so much for participating in our journey, “Path Without End”. Our address for this site will be remaining the same, as amazingly enough, the thought of a path without end connects very well with where the Podcast is going. God knows all along what we daily discover.

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One section of the Prayer Garden still in development.

 

“Yinneythought” for the day.

3toed-sloth-1280x720 King Solomon said: I have watched the way our world works.

A poor, wise man knew how to save the town.

But afterwards no one thought to thank him.

Those who are wise will be despised IF THEY ARE POOR. 

Better to hear the quiet words of a wise person than the shouts of a foolish king.

Highlights of Ecclesiastes 9:13-17

God still speaks highly of the poor, just check the Beatitudes, but do we? Is it possible to be poor, and wise? Is it possible that in the eyes of God, the poor are more wise? Let your moderation be known in all things. And remember Lot’s wife.

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