Trumpet Call to His Elect

This man is weak, flesh and bones,
Carries weights and depends on light.
But with grace abounding, love unabashing,
God's trumpet sounding, angels heard.
The Elect come running, rising, returning;
The deadness left to barren pastures,
And joy fills the rising air like lilacs in a storm.
The miller left his grinding.
The worker finished his task.
The soldier was relieved.

Holy hands, with no wrath nor doubting,
Kept by the shepherd's staff,
Were troubled not in the least.
Woes of famines, blasts of death,
Shouts of battle songs arose
In the north, in the south, west and east.
Man the weak, the lesser of the sword,
Gave his word to seek his wrangling peace.
No success, evil breeded, conquests of lust
And malice scorched the earth to its roots.

Then came a brief excursion into peace,
As the world rested on a hill in the eye,
In the throat of the fire, of the flame in the wind
Of a tornado's lie, all in the Beast's belly.
No true rest could this be.
The kings derobed.
Robbed of glory.
In bed with fear as the seals are broken.

Caves and mountains may hide the bewildered,
As the melting comfort runs into floods
And washes them away into the deafening
Trumpet plagues in the shadow of the angelic host.
Refuge on the Rock, refuge in El Shadadi,
Within the warm embrace of the Son of God,
Showers some souls with life as many others die.
The Beast adjusts his tie, with ironed shirt,
With mighty sword, with cuff links sparkling,
And challenges the Sovreign God.
Battles are fought.
Wakes of heartbreak come with
Blood up to the horse's bridle.

The world crying, God enacted
All the troubles for the darkened earth,
For the judgement of sin to be without sun
Or any substance, presense, or reminder of life
While the purchased, blood cleansed holy hearts
Were scooped up and collected into His favor.
This man was weak, flesh and bones,
That was all (nothing more) but made new.

Lilacs in Bloom: I took this in our garden this morning at about 6:30. I enjoy the mountains and the trees and the sky in the backdrop; God's creaion, like Him, is absolutely unique (for there is no other god and no creation of man that may compare). 

"The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament shows His handiwork" (Psalm 18:1). 

Meet the Co-Worker: The Funkmaster, or Master of Funk. 

Time to Reflect (with Photos)

Three days off from work have gone by quickly. Good! I'm thankful for having the experiences of knowledge and skill building which I have had during these present days. On my last few days of rest, or rather rest combined with scattered chores and work and times of fellowship, I've honed my standard transmission (stick shift) vehicle skills. From the time before I had konked out almost every time I stopped at an intersection or other regions on the the road, but in the past two days I've only konked out like a unsuave bandit three times. Estabien. Mi coche es magnifico. I've taken some more pictures, and some of which are of today's work in some friends' backyard, which is right up against a "wetland" (any land deemed to be holding a stream or similar habits which might be home to our aquatic friends and friends of the feather). It was good work and interesting company. So my friends, life goes on. Trust in the Lord always.

An Empty Community Hall in Fife 

Proudly Introducing the Democratic Nominee for President in 2008: Hillary Clinton may scream at that notion since this is a horse and not a jackass. Plainly, you can see that this horse is well within her rights in running for the Democrats in '08, and well qualified I must say. She sure would be able to sign those bills against Social Security reform with her hooves quite well. 

A Good Look at a Good Nose: I was taking some photos yesterday morning when I decided to take a photo of the house we're renting. Well, sometimes horses are curious creatures, and as you can see by this example that this one is extremely curious about cameras. It very well could be the world's first equestrian photographer--very equestrian. 

The "New" Truck: It is the one that is replacing the mail Jeep I have as well, which as we all know so well is the "Male Truck". 

Work in Action: At Keith and his wife's house in the backyard, this group (there's me with the black hat and carrying a 2-ton--30 pounds is more like it--piece of Cottonwood) had downed 120 feet tall tree in their backyard with the help of some tree serivice and their own bare hands plus chainsaws and mauls. We ate barbecued chicken and some good pasta salad after the work stopped.  

A Viet-Cong View at the Cottonwood. 

The Manly Group Shot: We never did sing the "Lumberjack Song". ...Thankfully. 

The Ride Home: It's good to have these "golden images" at least once in a lifetime. I remember having taken a video shot of my Grandpa as we went back east in a U-HAUL van. And as were headed down the road on a vast Arizona plateau, the sun glistened off his shoulders and face, like a symbol of rest and ease. Therefore, everyone should have at least one moment like that. (Of course, it just gets plain cheesy when a sentimental song comes on the radio. I had a good blues song on by, I think it was, Casey Jones.) 

Dream in the Early Morning of April 12

APRIL 12, 2005--I was in the role of a woman's husband in some forest settlement as two Indians proceeded to kill me with a spear. The woman cried out in my dream, though that dying man, in whose eyes I saw through, did not. The hatred in the two Indians' eyes was of the most malicious I have ever seen directed at me in any out of my dream. I saw the spear go into my chest with full force from the two arms of the one teeth-grinding man with paint on his face; blood was shed through that spear in my dream which some might call a nightmare. The husband fought and died.
That was the moment of the husband's death, for my sight was no longer found with him. His body lay in green grass in a dewy patch in a clearing, bloody and silent he lay.
This is not the end of my dream. The husband had a friend there, who must have been helping the two with their work around their homestead, but he was not in my eyesight until after the death of the husband. He was the next one of the murderers' agenda, and now their deed was almost done. His death came without a fight, which is most unusual in such a circumstance; the friend actually motioned to the two Indians where he wanted the deed to occur. In the sunny clearing about 20 feet away from the husband's body I saw that the friend motioned to, reluctant to go, though he went. At one moment the two Indians thought the man was planning to run, so one was ready to make a chase in case he had. However, the friend chuckled, sighing and waving his hands to say, "I will not run." I would imagine the widowed woman must have been crying at this scene and the one before, but I am not sure of what happened to her because I never saw from her eyes.
With death on the friend's horizon, he was ready for any gruesome end which they planned. My heart felt courageous when the man motioned to his heart and then to the sky, exclaiming, "Jesus Christ, I go to Him." They looked at him and then to each other in awe, but nonetheless they persisted in the killing. Before he died, before I died with him in my dream, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small Bible and handed to the Indians. I am unable to write of the death of the second man because my dream lead me to another scene.
Very naturally, I felt saddened, and in a way I felt disappointed. Put off by the knowledge of these two men's deaths, I then found myself in a chamber much like a courtroom with wide glass windows on the right side of the aisle leading to the Judge in the far right-hand corner. The Judge speaking to me with authority, looked at me saying, "What have I once said? 'I will be with you always.'" He looked to the others in His court with a grave countenance and they all nodded much like people in a courtroom normally do when they know or have realized a fact more than the one being questioned. I understood without any explanation that Judge in my dream is the Lord. He encouraged me to be strong, peering into my soul to say it there: "BE STRONG!" I woke up praying, "Lord, help me to be strong!"