Postmarked to God

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Listening When He Speaks, Love God, One Nation Under God, white & blue thru & thru

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Dear Lord God Almighty,

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I’ve known You, I mean really known You for just over nine years. You remember, I came to You while my son was still in my womb. You blessed my husband and me with a baby after years and years of barrenness and buckets of tears. My life had been wrought by sinful, selfish, evil desires – until Your mercy reigned.

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All at once, whilst I sat in the living room, all big-bellied and retaining water like no woman ought to, I gave myself to You. The pastor answered question after question about God and the Bible and what it means to be a Christian. I learned that day that believing in You is not enough. After all, the devil believes in You, but that ole nasty bugger sure as shootin’ isn’t finding his way into heaven. Whilst the preacher man talked, I inaudibly said, “I’m Yours. I cannot do this on my own.” The hairs on my body stood aloft.

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Then, a couple months after that babe of mine was cut outta me in an emergency C-section where both of us struggled to live, I was dunked free of my nasty, clinging sin-suit. My husband, too. My son’s birth night was my husband’s “givin’ it to God moment” because all that he had was draped in blue, being cut by a knife; and while I writhed in pain and my eyeballs rolled into the back of my head, my son didn’t gasp for breath or cry or squirm. The newborn baby’s color matched the sterile blue drape cloth. I didn’t see this because I thought I was going to meet my Maker that day. But my husband saw it. And in it, he believed.

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God, thank You for all that happened to bring us to You.

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Whilst I taught my son from cloth bible storybooks, board book bibles, and picture bibles, I learned too. Then, because I was curious for more, I’d look up those stories in my adult bible. And I asked my pastor and his wife so many questions… at church and on the phone and on their porch and in emails.

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All that notwithstanding, and based on my infantile theological beginnings, it’s quite likely that I’m a Biblical Simpleton; after all, I was the first person in my family to attend and graduate from a four-year college. Haha, yes, it took me most summers and a year beyond four, but I graduated with a couple of degrees. Thank You very much.

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Okay, back to the point here. Lord God Almighty, that’s what I call you, because You are… Almighty. I reckon I have a pretty good grasp on the basic nuts-n-bolts of faith and salvation. Yep, it’s true, I’m still learning about redemption and sanctification and total surrender; but Father God, from what I’ve gathered,  all Believers better be in that very same boat.

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Anyway, please forgive the nation that I live in for her collective sins. Oh God, Your Word is taken out of halls of justice, schools, and other public venues; babies are killed because their gender is “wrong” or because it’s inconvenient, scary, ill-timed, or too troublesome to give birth to the life You’ve given; the sanctity of man and woman joined in marriage to create and sustain new life is ridiculed and mocked by the immoral; Your Word is watered down and changed to meet the whims and fancies of people’s selfish hearts. Yikes! God, it’s a battlefield to be a Believer.

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I think of Abraham and how he interceded with You about finding righteous people within the gates of Sodom and how You agreed to spare the town for just ten. Just ten…

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Lord God Almighty, today I come to You, and I know I’m not all that and a side of fries, I’m not an Abraham to Abram sorta woman, I’m just me, a simple country girl, begging on behalf of our nation, asking You to please forgive us our collective sins. Shine Your light into darkness. Uphold Believers with Your strength. Encourage me, them, us to be the people You want us to be. In all times.

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Open the eyes of the people who profess You as Lord, lead them along Your path of righteousness, of holiness.

Oh, I know, You are in control. You are on the throne. But, it’s our human nature to want. I reckon You know about the remnant that wants to please You.

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When we look at our candidate options, it’s a scary choice. One says he’s a Christian, but his actions show it quite to the contrary. Not everyone who says he’s a Believer is one, You know that. And the other, well, his religion doesn’t jive with the flat out, Bible-thumping, Jesus as the savior of mankind stuff I read about in those kid bibles, or with what I’ve read and learned and researched in the adult versions of Your holy Word.

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So, whaddaya do as an American today? Oh yes, I am mighty glad to be an American. You know my patriotism to the red, white and blue runs thick, thick like blood, like the blood of countless men and women, like the blood of my own kin.

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I don’t want shed blood to be for naught.

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Not Your Son’s.

Nor that of my kinfolk.

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Lord God Almighty, sometimes I think I should have been put here on this earth, in this country in another time, a simpler time when perhaps we lit lanterns at night and pumped our water by day; when we didn’t even know what gasoline was, let alone cell phones and laptops and automatic dishwashers. I’m built for simplicity, both in my living and in my belief nature.

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Now, You know, I’m not getting my knickers in a knot about not being neighbors with little miss Laura Ingalls, nope, I know You don’t make mistakes. You don’t. But we, sure as shootin’ do.

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So, please, forgive us our sins.

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And have mercy on this country. There are more than ten righteous here, here in the land of the free and the home of the brave. And I’m not talking some “holier than thou” Pharisaical sorta righteousness; no, no, no. I’m talking about the righteous people of this country that recognize Your holiness and their own depravity and those who know that “You, Lord, are good and ready to forgive” and that You are “abundant in mercy to all those who call upon You.” (Psalm 86:5)

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Love,

In Christ,

By Christ,

& Through Christ,

Your daughter,

Darlene

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5 thoughts on “Postmarked to God”

  1. Uh-oh, it’s come to this again, has it? Talking to my very own self… Cool picture. Is it real?

    – Why yes, it is, thanks for asking. That eagle nested on our property for a bit this spring. What a God-grande gift to see such majesty day after day.

  2. Darlene, like you, it’s not quite I imagined. But the church — and His people — have endured knaves, fools, despots and dictators for thousands of years. We have work to do. And the days are getting shorter

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