“Yinney” – Chapter 17

images (3) Turns out it was a good thing Jag moved on because Yinney was feeling the urge. The urge to poo was very predictable as far as it happening every seven days, like clockwork. But what time of day, that was not predictable.

Soon after the macaws left, the urge began. Slowly down the tree he made his way to perform his 7th Day duty, fertilizing his sacred tree. As he surveyed the jungle below, he saw no sign of danger. However, most predators were very good at remaining invisible. The need to poo was the most dangerous thing he did, and it happened every seven days.

Yinney did not even know Jag had been there just one hour ago. A sloth never indicated if he was in the need to poo, for if he did, a predator on the ground would simply wait for his easy meal to come down out of the tree. So he always acted as if he were simply slowly moving about, but of course, once his moving grew closer to the ground, this would cause any predator to hang around.

Yinney started moving outward and upward. This was meant to fool a waiting predator. As a matter of fact, by the time he would finally reach the ground, probably about two hours would pass. Yinney could hold it! And this was the way of survival for a sloth. Never get in a hurry about anything.

Jag was not thinking about the sloth anymore. He had moved on and the gnawing in his belly almost hurt, he was so hungry! He had urges of his own, the never ending hunger. It was a relentless cycle of feast and famine. He would endure the pain until he made his kill, then he would feast.

He eyed a fat monkey on the ground ahead. It was plump enough, but was it slow enough? Was it distracted enough by whatever it was fiddling with? Silently he worked his way through the shadows, making use of every dark spot he could camouflage into. He was the grim reaper of the jungle.

If he took too long the monkey would move. They are known for moving a lot. Jag eyed the prey, drool formed in his mouth and began dripping. He could taste the thing. Had it not been a fat monkey, he would have passed on by, but this one had some meat to offer.

Suddenly leaping out of the last dark spot he could find, he made his move! The monkey screamed in terror, also warning all those around. If he could only gain another two seconds the fat monkey would be his! But no… not this time. His claws slashing through the air came up empty, and now the fat monkey was screaming at him from the trees. Mocking him as he slinked away. “Next time monkey,” he snarled. “Just get a little fatter and slower. I’ll have you, and when I do, I’ll rip you to shreds, and have my feast at your expense.”

The hunger continued driving him. He would not rest until he fed. Another hour of hunting crept by. Finally the jungle offered a real prize, a capybara!

Jag froze the moment he spotted the capybara, but had he been seen? The very large rodent had been eating grass as usual, but suddenly stopped, lifted his head and began testing the winds. Had the creature sensed him?

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The Amazon had the largest rodent in the world, the capybara. They could get up to one-hundred and fifty pounds, but this one was more like one-hundred. Jag always preferred the kill of a vegetarian to a carnivore. Carnivores fight back, but the vegetarians are a safe bet. Plenty to eat and little danger. More than he would eat on this one. But that didn’t matter. He would feast! He would satisfy his hunger.

“Yes,” Jag silently bragged, “why fight another predator when you can slaughter a peace-loving vegetarian?” he laughed to himself, thinking himself so wise.

Finally the beast went back grazing. Now Jag could begin to do what he did best. He had a serious contender here. The game was on.

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When Jag finally made his move there was little doubt of his success. His final leap came squarely down upon the back of the beast and his fangs instantly sank deep into the spine, on back of the neck. There was a snapping sound. The capybara helplessly paralyzed, and Jag began ripping, shredding, feasting, and gloating! At last the craving would go away for a little while, and he would feel good. He would be satisfied, until the craving began again, and so would the hunt.

Yinney finished pooing. He peacefully scratched some dirt over the poo and thanked the Creator for his 7th Day Tree. Now he could head out tomorrow on the first of his three day voyages. Three days outward, and three days traveling back, allowing plenty of time to poo here again in seven days. But as for the rest of today? Yinney looked at his lagoon and decided a swim would be nice. Slowly he traveled the few feet and entered in.

Once again Jag had proven his ability to thrive. He did not care others would eat what he left. He had his fill. Now was time to sleep and enjoy his satisfaction for as long as it could last. So with a final declaration of conquest, he gave his jaguar cry before disappearing one more time into the shadows.

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And so it was another day in the jungle. The killers feasted on any they could catch. Whether it be a sloth pooing, a monkey playing, a capybara grazing, it did not matter. If the victim was foolish enough to be caught in a moment of weakness, they would pay the price. And is it any different in the land of man? You’re caught in a moment of vulnerability. Your car breaks down. Your health fails. You lose your job. How many predators are just waiting for you to come down out of your tree to fix your need?

Some very successful people pride themself on how smart they have been to set themself up as the hunter, the predator, not the prey. Fortunately, there are good people out there, if you can find them, or fix it yourself. Or somehow do without. Who needs those very expensive meds anyway? No one lives forever, right? God sets on his throne seeing all. The predators will know one day, that nothing goes unrecorded, or unrewarded, whether good or bad.

Yinney saw the tree below and began diving deep to his favorite spot, where he would hold his breath forty minutes, suspended as if between two dimensions.

>The continuing story of “Yinney the Sloth who needed to Poo” is the property of Don Allen and “Fellowship of the White Path”.<

 

“Yinney” – Chapter 13

Bradypus.jpg Yinney believed in the supernatural. Yes, most sloths did, and that was why they never rushed, but practiced the “Beauty of Slow”. It was all about faith and the supernatural. As he pondered the ancient texts he was so familiar with, and thought about the great task before him, to be a place of refuge in a time of storm, he knew he had to intentionally slow down. Be still my soul, and know your God, he ordered himself.

How many are the works of God, he asked himself, that are built upon the strategies and rushing of man-made ways, rather than the prayers and peace of God’s people? It is always the greatest temptation to leave the beauty of slow and rush into the building of an empire. We love to impress people, Yinney thought. He pondered the scripture again…

“Unless the Lord builds the house, the work of the builders is wasted. Unless the Lord protects a city, guarding it with sentries will do no good. It is useless for you to work so hard from early morning until late at night, anxiously working for food to eat, for God gives rest to his loved ones.” Psalms 127: 1-2

These were some of the favorite scriptures of his people. The sloth family understood this faith and rest God spoke of in his holy texts. The Hebrews claimed they had an encounter with God. Over many years, writings inspired by God, written through these Hebrew people, claimed to be the word of God, and the way of God. Yinney believed it. The book was supernatural, and it spoke of a way in which there is an easy yoke and light burden. But the hunger and drive of fleshly ways is drawn to the hard yoke and heavy burden, like a moth to flame.

He already purposed in his heart that his Tree of Refuge, his 7th Day Tree, would come about by the work of God, not his own, therefore it was not up to him to force anything, but if the calling be true, if the vision be true, then through prayer, faith, worship, and supernatural ways, God would build it as he saw fit. Yinney would simply rest in God. And in that rest he would fulfill his calling as naturally as a flower blooming, one day at a time.

Yinney would not enter predator ways. The hungers of flesh is the predator way. How many works claiming the name of God are actually built upon predator ways? The hunt, the pride, the conquering, the forcing of ways as if to create a kingdom of  lifeless subjects, rather than a living family. Yinney understood family. You don’t eat your family. True fellowship requires a place of family. Judas was a predator sitting at the Lord’s table that night, and Jesus pointed him out. Then he went out and did what predators do.

The Hebrew scriptures reveal the supernatural enemy of our eternal soul walks about as a roaring lion seeking whom he may devour! Predator! And predator ways! It ought not be so in the House of God. It would not be so in this fellowship.

“Yes,” Yinney reminded himself. “It was the ways of a dove and a lamb that gave that lion his greatest defeat. Do no harm. Love your neighbor as yourself. Love God with all your heart. I will be the sloth who simply loves his God, and watches God go before him.” Suddenly Yinney desired to worship. It bubbled up in his soul like a mighty river!

“Bless the Lord, oh my soul!” he began singing. “And all that is within me, bless his holy name! Bless the Lord oh my soul, and forget none of his benefits! Who forgives all my sins! Who heals all my diseases! Who redeems my life from destruction, and crowns me with loving kindness and tender mercies! Who fills my mouth with good things, so that my youth is renewed like the eagle!”

Yinney sang this song and worshiped his Creator from his 7th Day Tree, and he knew God’s rest. As of this moment only Lu-Lu was a part of the Fellowship he was called to oversee. But Lu-Lu was a bit of a force of nature. Such was her natural gifting from God. There was no doubt in his mind that Lu-Lu was the best promoter of the Fellowship he could have.

“Jesus, your ways are so beyond our understanding,” Yinney began praying. “How many times did you heal someone and then tell them to tell no one who did this for you? And yet the Father grew your ministry just as it was supposed to grow. But what has man done today? We have copied the ways of the world and brought shame on your name. Please forgive us Lord, and send a refreshing of your Holy Spirit, that we might truly live again. Breathe upon this army of dead bones, that we might know your supernatural ways again.” The prayer was simple and sincere.

And so he prayed. He flowed in and out of word, worship, and prayer as the Spirit moved him. Like an eagle soaring on unseen currents of air, all morning was spent this way, and he loved the simplicity of it. There were no man-made programs to bow to, only God.

As slow as Yinney was, he planned to travel his community like he had read of preachers long ago. He was not a fan of large groups, but loved the intimacy of smaller groups, and one-on-one teaching. God was calling a family, not a congregation. Something gets lost in congregation. His ministry would orbit his 7th Day Tree like the earth orbiting the sun, after all, if Yinney needs to poo once every seven days, and he must poo here, then how far can a “sloth” get before he must begin his return trip?

But all along the way he would have “The Fellowship”. One might ask, when did Jesus have Church? The answer is “all the time”. And where did Jesus have Church? The answer is everywhere he went. So simple. Where two or three are gathered in my name. How does man manage to complicate the simplicity of Christ?

A great peace filled his soul as he slowly climbed higher into his 7th Day Tree so he could look outward. Lu-Lu said the smoke of man could be seen wherever he is. Yinney knew he would see that smoke one day, probably in about three years. But for now, as he climbed his sacred tree, the main thought in his soul and heart were the words: “Let there be light!”

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Peace we have, and peace we teach.

The continuing story of “Yinney the Sloth who needed to Poo”, is the property of Don Allen; alias: Grandpa White Feather, a Story Teller.

“Yinney” – Chapter 10

sloth_blog Yinney was happy. He had his 7th Day Tree. He had the lagoon to swim in. He had the Presence of God, and now he also had a vision. His life had purpose, meaning, and passion, and yet he had very little in the way of material things. His was a way of simplicity. One of Yinney’s teachings began with a question, “What is the ‘least’ stuff that makes you the ‘most’ happy?”

The question was deeper than most realized, or took the time to realize. Creatures of simplicity are aware of the law of diminishing return. It’s not more and more that makes us more happy. The focusing of a life upon their own special purpose is the happiness we seek. Therefore, we need our basic comforts met, and we need meaningful ‘fellowship’, but beyond that we mostly need to find our ourself, and who we were designed by God to be.

Yinney knew his gifting and found peace in that. He was a teacher of spiritual truths. He loved reading the ancient writings, especially of the Hebrews. His specialty was the understanding of both the old and new covenant, and why God’s relationship with man had to come by such an odd way. He knew many mysteries of the universe, but still had many more to search, and he loved it. Peace he had, and peace he taught.

Most people are living a fictional character the world has slowly shaped them into, but they have not found themself. Happiness continually eludes them and they do not know why. They have become a predator chasing more and more stuff, always hungry, always on the hunt for that next thing. They do not realize they are living as a character playing a part on a stage, but not the true self, in essence, they are fiction.

Yinney had his tree; this was his simple home. The tree provided food, shelter, and a certain amount of comfort. He was content in this simplicity. He also had a very rich inner world, because in his wisdom he focused more on soul than flesh. He loved his Creator, which brought relationship and fellowship. This had recently surprised him with a great vision while he was meditating at the bottom of the lagoon. The vision consisted of creating a place of communion, teaching, refuge, and there would be a man.

What was the message this man would carry back to his own land? And who was the man? How would he end up deep in the Amazon? How does he find his way to Yinney’s tree? Is he a traveler that simply gets lost? Surely there is more to it than that. And the vision said he had three years to prepare. But prepare what? A special place for the man to see? A particular teaching the man will need? Perhaps both? He did not know. He would follow his heart. He would follow the beauty of slow and it would unfold slowly, like a blossoming flower day by day.

People do not intend to become a fictional character. It happens very innocently. They have become fiction. They are not real. They may play the part well, but they do not know themself. God does not know them either, for they are far from his design in them, and so they do not know themself, they are but an actor playing a part on a stage, but who are they?

From the time of a child we have teachers. How else can we learn? And we love and admire many of our teachers, such as our parents, and we have a desire to please those ones we love. We desire the approval of those we respect. However, in our desire to please them, we may forget to ask, “Who has God designed me to be? What is my own spiritual DNA, for we are all a unique individual upon this earth.”

So before we are old enough to understand, we have slowly evolved into a character who pleases those we are influenced by, and this includes all the pressures of this world, which come at us from every direction. And in all this we forget to seek the one who absolutely knows us best…GOD.

Yinney was a sloth, and he knew it. He had no desire to be anything other than what God had gifted him to be. He lived in his personal design from God. As he pondered all these things, guess who flew in? “Lu-Lu!” he shouted. “I found my sacred tree! Welcome to my home!” And then, in a much more serious tone he added, “Boy do I have some things to tell you.”

 

“Do No Harm”

three-toed-sloth The more I study the sloth the more I kind of of feel sorry for this fella. It seems the sloth is no threat to anyone. He lives by a code of “Do No Harm”. He just wants to live a peaceful life in the trees and eat leaves, even poisonous leaves! Can you believe poisonous leaves do him no harm? I guess you could say the sloth is a complete pacifist.

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The sloth is not equipped to fight, to slow for flight, and basically try to remain unnoticed, in other words, HIDE! However, they have one problem. They have to POOP. And all a sloth wants to do is poop in peace, but predators, mainly jungle cats, see a pooping sloth as easy prey. And they are. It is estimated that possibly 50% of sloths die on the ground, and they mainly come to the ground once a week to poop!

Now I have learned the sloth is very good in trees and also water. They are great swimmers. Due to their slow metabolism, they can actually slow their heart rate and breathing to such a point they can stay underwater for as long as forty minutes! But they are horrible at moving on the ground. This is their greatest point of vulnerability.

Now this eating of poisonous leaves and the once a week pooping thing actually is pretty interesting and you could say interrelated. Would you believe they are able to eat these leaves because they are so slow! The beauty of slow? Speed kills? The sloth can eat poisonous leaves and not be harmed because they have such a low rate of metabolism it takes a month for them to digest a single leaf! A month!

They have a very sophisticated digestive system, allowing them to live on very little food. Hence, one of the reasons for their slow metabolism and very slow lifestyle. We would move slow too if we were living on so little. All the sloth wants to do is eat leaves, have a baby once in a while, hang out in trees, be left alone, and poop! Is that asking to much? In a world of predators it certainly is.

What does it mean to be a pacifist? What does it mean to be nonmaterialistic? Was Jesus a pacifist? He certainly didn’t have much stuff to protect. If someone were being attacked by another person, would Jesus fight to save them? Would he physically strike an attempted rapist? Hhmmm.

I had an interesting conversation with my friend Jason, when we were having church at a Tea/ Coffee shop. We were talking about the “Border Wall”. Would Jesus build a wall? Would Jesus put a lock on the front door of his house? If someone broke into his house to steal his flat screen TV, would Jesus fight to stop him? Hhmmm. Scripture would seem to indicate he would not.

Like the sloth I don’t want to fight anyone. I just want to hang out in my tree, eat some leaves, (maybe not poisonous), or a cookie, and poop without someone attacking me! Here’s the deal. Because of their very slow metabolism, which is one of their gifts, the sloth really eats very little. They don’t eat much. They don’t NEED much. Most animals cannot even survive on these leaves, but the sloth can. Also, due to these unusual factors, the sloth only has to poop one time a week! But they make a slow journey back to that same spot every time! It’s always at the bottom of the same tree. Which puts them on the ground where they are most vulnerable, and we can also say the most “exposed”, if you know what I mean.

Can you imagine at the speed a sloth moves, and if he poops in the same place every time, then I would think he spends his whole life making trips back and forth to the bathroom! I mean, if you move that slow, then you could only get so far out from the bathroom before turning back around to begin your journey back. Right?

I’ve always been a simple man with a simple plan. I just want to live and let live. I want to be fair with people. I want to have enough, but I’m not looking to be rich. I live in a world of predators who want to be rich no matter what it cost others. And I know I have been taken advantage of many times in the years of my life. I bought a cheap house but spent way too much in interest, and still trying to pay it off. If I had been more wary of worldly ways, I would have known, but pardon me for trusting.

When I worked as a truck driver, I paid every month for health insurance that when I finally needed it, at age 58, for back surgery, it left me with a huge bill. Was it the doctors, the hospital, the insurance? How did I end up still owing so much money when I paid for coverage all these years? And at a time I could no longer earn as much? I also was denied workman’s comp. My company sent me to a doctor of their choosing who said my back problem was simply the result of growing older. The back breaking work I did for the company was not the cause. I was going to need a lawyer if I wanted to fight this. But it’s simply not my way. Frankly, knowing how this world works, I had no desire to sink to their level, and I flowed on. Just let me poop in peace, please.

Now as to the conversation Jason and I were having about the wall. I suggested, the moment we decide we want to have “stuff”, we make a choice not to be a pacifist, because if you have “stuff”, then their are predators who want your “stuff” if they can get it. So you have to put a lock on your door. You have to build a wall. You have to be willing to fight. You have to become a predator too, or let others come in and take your stuff.

Even now illegal  aliens are getting a whole lot of our stuff. Our country is so far in debt we cannot afford a good national healthcare system like some other countries, and yet we are bleeding money in many other ways because of debt, and people taking advantage who are not even Americans. We can’t take care of our own due to thieves and the high price of money hungry people. Why does medicine have to cost so much for an American? Americans suffering because they can’t afford what is cheap in other places. And what can we do about it? We are easy prey all day long.

News has reported over 4 Billion dollars being lost to illegal aliens claiming lots of children, many who are not even in this country, yet they get the tax benefits of all these children they claim. IRS has been aware of this for at least ten years! They have not fixed this problem. And yet I bet if I failed to pay taxes on my very limited income, they would be all over me. What is this crazy upside down world we live in? But I’m the sloth. I’m easy prey. I guess the illegal alien is not.

So would Jesus build a wall? People want to come here because we have a lot of stuff. Even with all our debt there is still a lot of money in this country. I don’t have it. You may not have it. But it’s here. There are those who have it, and those willing to do whatever to get it. In this world of killers I have learned to live in peace. In spite of the jungle surrounding me, my garden is full of joy. They can’t get blood from a turnip as they say, and I don’t have much that other people want. I like it that way.

My simplicity is one of my gifts. I can go underwater and hold my breath for forty minutes while the world passes by. Ha! I don’t dread crossing to the other side, the fear of death, I’ve made peace with it, so this world actually has very little power over me. Like the Apostle Paul said, he had reached a spiritual place in which the only reason he was still willing to be here was so he could continue helping others, not for himself, but for others. No, Jesus would not build a wall, but Jesus didn’t have stuff either, and we do. So…? Hhmmm. No easy answers.

So many of those popular rich people and Hollywood stars who shout so loud against the wall, and yet they live in personal high security. High security they have intentionally put around themself, choose to live within, choose to pay money for, because they want it, say they need it, but I guess you and I don’t. They want to poop in safety, but what about you and I? They are not a pacifist as they may claim to be. They are only brave because their stuff is safe. They pay people to fight for them, that is not a pacifist. Just because their hand is not holding the gun, their finger did not pull the trigger, does not mean they are nonviolent. The blood is on their hands too, maybe even more so.

“Do No Harm.” These people love to say do no harm. Okay, just let someone try to take their stuff and watch how quickly the predator comes forth. Yes, if I had my choice I wish we were a world of slow eating sloths, but we are not. Still, in spite of this world, my peaceful river still flows towards a destination, and I have affected more things along the way than a wolf would think this sloth could do. I may seek to do no harm, but that does not mean I have no purpose or ambition. I plant gardens and fight jungles, in my own little way. Selah.

 

 

“Sloth Wars”

images (1) In my journal today I think about what happened last night, on my way home from Teepee. I suddenly realized I had left my phone! Ug. I’m two-thirds way home! But I don’t plan on being back for 2 weeks. I don’t want to go two weeks without my phone. I got my Mogli music (Selima Taibi – The Wanderer) on it, also books I like to read. Otherwise I could probably get by with my wife’s phone. It’s nice to do a quick check of blog site also. So I knew I had to turn the Ram around.

It was getting late and I was getting hungrier by the second. I so wanted to get home, fix some food, relax. However, now I would be at least 45 minutes later, and the war in my soul began. I recognize it very quickly. As spoken of in previous article I’m normally a peaceful river flowing. This is my normal state, and now something was threatening it. Huge rocks were appearing and the water was speeding up and jumping about. The war was on. The war to maintain peace, or not.

So I had to talk to myself. Do I really need to be home at any certain time? The fact was, I did not. See, here’s the rub. The more you have a fixed schedule with very little room for flexibility, the more likely you’re going to end up in the rapids. In other words, an adaptability to slow, an acceptance of slow will greatly aid your war against stress and the rat race world we live in. I’m sure your job forces enough of a schedule on you, but how much do we do to ourself? So…the wise Jedi Knight has a mentality of Sloth Wars!

The Bible warns about being a slothful or lazy person, but Sloth Wars is about being a peaceful person who lives in a certain flow. The eagle soars. A steady consistent flow of forward motion will accomplish more than you think, (if you trust God), and you will enjoy the journey. There absolutely are roses to smell along the way if your eyes are open.

So I turned my truck around and began driving back. The slow flow has its own glow and still accomplishes things. The lazy river enjoys the journey. It is not ate up with desire for destination. I still got home that night, and did not starve.

Which shines the light of Christ, something accomplished peacefully, or in stress? Unless the Lord builds the house, the laborers labor in vain. People may gather and build a great house unto the Lord, but is it really a house of the Lord? Is it filled with peace? Is it a refuge from the ways of this world? Or is it a religious reflection of the the same way the world operates?

True faith is a state of rest. Rest, contentment, peace, joy, a flow. We still have a destination. We’re still making a journey. We are not without vision, we have a strong vision of the peaceful river, and the supernatural of God blessing our efforts in such a way that unexpected things develop we never would have thought of. We believe in tapping into the supernatural, giving God a chance to work. If I think it all depends on me, if I’m unwilling to live with an open hand, but I’m constantly grasping at things, trying to keep control in my clenched fist, this is not the way of God’s supernatural. Can we “trust/faith” enough to let go? Can we live in gratitude no matter what? This is Sloth Wars. This is “The Fight of No Fight”, a supernatural surrender.

The peaceful river is constantly forming to the shape of the banks it flows through, while at the same time silently causing change, as it slowly erodes away the dirt, eventually causing even great trees to fall. As Jesus loved to say, Peace be unto you.

So I could have gotten into the flesh and become animalistic. I could have roared up the road racing around people and angered at my unexpected delay. I could have caused waves in other people’s lives just because my own suddenly angered me. But instead, Grandpa White Feather saved his soul from such torment. Things like these we constantly teach at Fellowship of the White Path. Peace we have and peace we teach. The jungle tried to come in. My garden fought with the jungle for about 3 minutes, but the garden won. And it came through surrender.

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The Glow of Slow – 1/16/19

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And when they found them not, they drew Jason and certain brothers to the rulers of the city, crying, These that have turned the world upside down are come here also.  (Acts 17:6)

In my journal today I began considering the beauty of slow. For some odd reason the calendar I bought for this year has a theme of “sloths”. I was attracted to it. They say the sloth spends most of its time seeing the world upside down, so much so that even their fur grows in the wrong direction! Can you believe that?

Well…I feel I identify with the sloth in many ways. I too, see the world upside down. If the unbelievers were saying the Apostles were turning the world upside down, then it was already upside down and they were turning it right side up! I don’t fit this world, nor do I fit the modern church, but my journal today are some thoughts concerning the flow of slow. I hope you enjoy.

Journal > I love the flow of my simple days. So far growing old has been mostly enjoyable, the chance to slow down. The glow of slow. Would a sloth be considered lazy? They seem happy. They meet their own needs. They live like forty years! The jungle is their home and they don’t ask for hand-outs. They live in their design and are very content in that. I’ve never seen a sloth trying to be a dog, monkey, or anything other than who they are. No personality complex. A picture of focus , peace, and contentment.

I don’t want to be lazy, but I do want to live in spirit, not flesh. The flow of slow. I’m convinced God drives in the slow lane. Most people cannot afford to slow down or their debt will catch up with them. What is that old saying? In the jungle the slowest gazelle gets eaten, and a lion who can no longer run will starve. So every day the sun rises, you must be ready to run. But that’s the animal kingdom, not man. Made in the image of God, there are other ways, mostly made possible by spirit. Unfortunately, we who consider ourself the hunter, often end up the hunted, by our debts! Who’s hunting who? Don’t you dare slow down, or they will catch you.

The flesh will certainly have you living like an animal if you let it. When I think of the “slow flow” I think of a peaceful river rather than raging rapids. Jesus lived in the flow. He was a master of it. I never see him panic or rush. Even when Lazarus was dying he did not drop everything in a panic and run to save the day. He stayed in Spirit, the Holy Spirit. This is what Jesus DID.

I don’t have to live like an animal, but so many do. When I see the hungry look in people’s eyes, what they lust for, I see the jungle. When I see the stress in their eyes and in their actions. When I hear the fight or flight in their words. When I see them popping pills to cope, it is the jungle. These people are trapped in man-made jungles, but God intended man to live in gardens. Yes, gardens. You remember Eden, right?

I’ve gone to Central Park in New York City three different times. It is so strange to see that patch of a garden in the midst of such a huge man-made jungle. That park is as a jewel set in ugly concrete. People flock to it to save their sanity and feed their soul. Man’s desire for beauty and peace is easily seen, even in a city of predators

In the jungle to capture something it must be hunted, pounced upon, chased; and only the strong and smart survive. New York City is full of such predators. They do not see the absurdity of the contrast. They pride themselves on being hungry, a hunter, a predator. They go to the park to prepare themself for another hunt. The measure of success is all that matters. In the documentary called “The Minimalist”, one of the two guys was disgusted with the fact he sold cell phones to children, in order to be successful. He had had an awakening, but many live in denial of what they do, what they have become.

But is “contentment” captured by way of a chase? Is contentment really that hard a thing to capture? Can it be captured in the pounce? Or is that why so few people have it? Is it captured only after the rat race has burned us out and wised us up? Is it caught or simply embraced? Like trying to grab something in water. Come at it too fast and it moves farther away, always just out of reach.

Hhmmm, I can see I want to write more on this. So I will end for now, with a picture of a turtle. My wife loves turtles, so much so I have given her the name of “Turtle Faith Lady”. We’re about to start some renovating of our small house. She has the theme of ocean and turtles as our main room, so I told her today that I get one room to have a theme of the sloth. We shall see what room that shall be? Possibly bathroom. But trees and shades of green will likely spring forth in some room of this house. LOL. More coming soon, this is Grandpa White Feather signing off.

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Is there something about moving slow that tends to a long life? How old do jackrabbits live?

Inner Circle

20180929_124343 As we continue looking at the “Personal Formula” I live by, in seeking to maintain a God Balance, lets continue our subject of “Inner Circle”. As we have said, Jesus set the example, having his 70, his 12, and his 3. The Great Commission and also Paul’s admonition to the Corinthians confirm what Jesus set the example for. We are expected to follow Christ as teachers of the Kingdom of God.

“You have been believers so long now that you ought to be teaching others.” (Heb. 5:12a)

Our Formula: God Task + Inner Circle + Prayer + Simplicity = God Balance.

Who are the ones in your life, your priesthood, whom you influence in a way that Jesus DID? In the above picture I have a grandson in there somewhere. This is his first year of playing soccer, or any sports. Am I a fan of soccer? Not really, but I am a fan of my grandson, and he needs to know that. I want him to know that. I want all my kids, my family, to be a part of the Inner Circle I influence towards God.

And think about it… sometimes those we are the closest, are the hardest to be that light to because they know us best! They see us at our worst and best. They know what we really do, our true actions, our consistency, or lack there of. They know our flaws and imperfections. But we should all want to be that spiritual priest to our family. And that means you too , DADS.

Yes…in that rumble tumble of childhood, all those kids trying to kick that ball, I have a grandson, and hopefully he’s not the one being kicked. I have another grandson, whom I have given the name “Sky Hawk”, who also plays soccer, but he lives in Georgia. I’m still naming this grandson. I think “Story Teller” may be his name. He has such an imagination and loves creating stories. It flows out of him. But he must also learn to never be a liar, but a creator of good stories imparting wisdom and joy. There is a big difference between an honorable Story Teller, and a liar. Grandpa White Feather can help him understand such things.

But there is still much more to say on this subject. I’m afraid the Apostle Paul was not giving the Corinthians words of praise when he wrote the letter. He told them what they “OUGHT” to be doing. And he shared his desire to teach them deeper and more powerful things, but he could not! He desired to do so, but could not!

“There is much more we would like to say about this, but it is difficult to explain, especially since you are spiritually dull and don’t seem to listen. You have been believers so long now that you ought to be teaching others. INSTEAD, you need someone to teach you again the BASIC things about God’s word.” 

Wow…how sad. How would you feel if the Apostle Paul, or the Lord himself, said you were spiritually dull and do not listen? Wow. Not a good spiritual report card.

So…are we the teachers we ought to be? Do you see how adding this to the Formula is a very important part, of which Jesus set the example? All I’ve done is tried to analyze “what Jesus actually DID”. And then put those elements into a Formula that helps us follow what Jesus DID. There are many things, of course, that could be added. But it is my hope that these four basic elements produces those other things like a tree bearing fruit. As we try to reduce our Godwalking to the MOST SIMPLE elements, as part of the Formula is simplicity, a life flowing, a yoke not hard, a burden not heavy.

No one can say it better than Jesus, of course. He said it’s all about a life of godly LOVE.  He said that would produce every fruit a Christian should be bearing. No one can be more simple and deep at the same time, as the Lord Jesus Christ. He is the Master.

We continue our study of “The Formula”, and much is happening at Teepee in this fall season. More pictures coming soon. Continue meditating on your ministry to YOUR Inner Circle. Rise to the challenge! Add your God Task and Inner Circle together and see what you get? Do you have a godly balance of soaring and not flapping? Until the next time, this is Grandpa White Feather signing off. Continue the “Fight of No Fight”, and be blessed!

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