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Jesus paid it ALL

(by R.P.Edwards)

Not just a portion

Not just a slice

Not just a corner

Trying to be nice

Not just a finger

Not just a drop

Not just a moment

And then it will stop...

It shouldn't be controversial, but it often is. What? The notion that Jesus; the one whom scripture declares is "the same yesterday and today, and forever. (Hebrews 13:8) is not in the healing business anymore. Oh sure, we'll often acknowledge that perhaps sometimes, on special occasions, healing will be granted. But for many, the time of miracles has passed. No longer necessary.

Well, there are many books on the subject and it's certainly worthy of a deeper dive (just ask google for a listing of "Christian books on divine healing"); but let me finish this simple offering with two pertinent thoughts: 1. In Isaiah 53 it is pointed out that the Lord not only bore our sins, but also our sickness and pain. We usually have no problem accepting the "sin" removal part, but let's begin to "believe" that our wonderful Savior ALSO bore our sickness and pain. And 2. In Mark 1 a leper timidly asks of Jesus, "If you are willing, You can make me clean." The scripture then says Jesus was "moved with compassion" and said, "I am willing; be cleansed." So the question to be answered is: Is Jesus less compassionate and willing now? Of course not.

The poem continues:

...But the Lord gave Himself fully

He gave simply all

To remove from God's ledger 

Our debt from the fall

Every sin in its vileness

Every sickness and pain

All the curse came upon Him

Oh, praise to His name!

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Honor, Please

(By R.P.Edwards)

Honor

Such a pesky thing

Requiring heart

And do

Much easier

To claim their ring

And blather tripe

In lieu...

Ron lay bleeding out on a colonial battlefield. It wasn't the musket ball that would end him (that Redcoat projectile merely disabled his right leg). No, it was the more accurate bayonet thrust that ripped his exposed middle and left him gasping and writhing a bit until the loss of blood completely stole his strength and caused his "nearly there" thoughts to blur. In his final moments he thought of family and faith along with a fading, desperate wish, "I hope it's worth it."

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The above excerpt is, of course, a fantasy. But the sentiment has roots. It's a simple truth that the best of our "Republic" was birthed and has been maintained by the blood of its defenders. And one such "benefit," is our (the citizens') right to choose via the ballot. It is therefore so disheartening that so many oppose simple measures to be installed and adhered to that would guarantee that the "vote" is true and not muddied by those who would defraud us.

Funny, some advocate for paper ballots that would be harder to counterfeit by containing a "water mark." This would go along well with the blood mark that every, single, ballot bears.

The poem continues.....                              

...But heroes now

Are needed

This moment ours

To seize

So let's ask the Lord

For courage, much

And a side of Honor

Please

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The Edge

(By R.P.Edwards)

Standing

Precarious

On the edge

Toes dangling in the breeze

This precipice, my latest test

I dare not cough or sneeze...

The warning sign was clear. The "Don't do it" glared at me as I prepared to do it anyway.

I'm a man, after all! I haven't lived all these years to be dissuaded by some lawyer-inspired admonition. "Spatula, come hither!"

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Funny how little phrases can set us off. 

A short time ago I decided to make some Blueberry muffins (the kind with real, in the can, blueberries). These pastries were a regular delight when my children were still swarming in the house (decades ago).  Back then we needed TWO boxes (24 muffins worth). Now, one box is more than enough. 

Anyway, I bought the mix, dutifully followed the directions, and then ran across the "words" I didn't recognize: "Do not eat raw batter." Well, I had my eye on that goop all during the preparation and I wasn't going to let the minuscule (extremely) chance of a tummy ache keep me from imbibing. So, I defiantly, ravenously, ate every drop. 

And yes, I'm sure the makers were just covering their rears when said phrase was added. But let's not stop there. How about, "Wear gloves when opening can (better yet, Kevlar gloves)." Or, "Do not put head in oven." 

Alright, enough of this ridiculous aside. It DID, however, inspire a YouTube short (below.) BTW, the brand I chose was Krusteaz; quite delicious. 

The poem continues...

...But then I flinch

And flailing go

Though it's but a one-foot fall

And some may scoff

At my paultry Off

But before the heights...

Start small

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