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I remember the day of her funeral…I noticed him…right from the start…and his is the memory that stands above all the others…that, to this day, remains etched in my heart.
The first pew in the church sat empty…except for her youngest grandson (his parents said he wanted it that way)…he said when it came time to talk about Grandma…he had something he wanted to say.
When the pastor nodded to him…he walked to the podium without an escort…he looked out over the crowd in attendance…then with a quick glance to his parents for support
he closed his eyes…touched his hand to his heart…and finding strength from somewhere within it…he said, “This world was a much better place when my grandma was living in it.”
As he walked back to his family…his footfalls were the only sounds in that church you could hear…and, if you could muster the energy to look up, you’d have seen a church that was filling with tears.
The pastor closed his bible…he ended the service knowing no more scriptures needed to be read…knowing, after the words her grandson spoke, nothing more needed to be said.
Yes, of all the wonderful stories told at her funeral…all the compliments…all the praises…all the boasts…it’s those brief words spoken by her grandson…that I shall remember most.
For Plucking The Poisonous Parrot---Satan's Parrot
Satan’s Parrot something nibbling @ your ear;
Somethin’ whispers wisps of fear;
Conceptions convections you can’t hide;
Something pecking at your heart (tell your teacher lose it)
Tugging at your throat (slap that doctor and the nurse)
Whispers of anarchy (curse your mother and father)
Won’t you come play wit me (condemn the community)
I am the bird of choice I’m at you ear listen…(tell your spouse you want a divorce)
Your hidden voice undermining your positivity (don’t listen to the pastor sayN Satan git thee behind me/thee)
Stifling your creativity won’t you crawl (go on and walk then fall)
Won’t you do that thing? (Don’t repent hells a great place to dwell in)
That’s not Christian? (Don’t be good makes no sense)
Arrkk!! Say’s Satan’s Parrot
1/9/19
For Plucking The Poisonous Parrot Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Marureen Mcgreavy
it's not over until it's over until God has His say
and it's not what it looks like until God has His way
when you look at a Pastor of anyone who's in service to the Lord God
you have no idea what they've gone through nor the things that weigh on their hearts
for it's not easy to be a true disciple and teacher of the Holy Word
it's not a walk in the park no matter what you have heard
King David was a true disciple, an anointed gift from God
he was a special type of man who possessed a contrite heart
he was given the huge responsibility of leadership over a nation
the people demanded much from him and had high expectations
a catastrophe occurred one day when all the women and children were taken
David's men were so grievously upset that they were physically shaken
they then became angry and bitter over what had gone down
they held David responsible and wanted to stone him into the ground
yet David himself lost two wives and he was also dismayed and discouraged
but as a true disciple of Christ he knew in God to be encouraged
David had a true calling, he was aware of his divine mission
he was appointed by the Lord God to take on the Great Commission
for whenever God has called on you
there's not much that you can do
for you can't run and you can't hide from what of you God desires
and He'll equip you for the task by giving you all you'll need and require
and be you a Pastor, a disciple or a deacon and you feel you're at the end of your rope
encourage yourself in the promises of God and hold on to its hope
life may sometimes beat you up and knock you all about
but it's not over until it's over until God calls the final out
encourage yourself in the Lord and embrace His authority
you might be down to your last strike and He'll give you the victory
and even if the final bell has rung
it ain't over until God says its done
and even when you're down to your last shot
it ain't over until God says it's not
and even if it's fourth and long yet you can see the goal
trust in God to make the completion for He's in total control
it's not over until it's over not even when the fat lady starts to sing
as the Lord Our God has the last word when it comes to everything
the buzzer might have sounded, the clock has run out and you're down to the final play
but it's not over until it's over as long as God has something to say
Pastor with spiritual might
Doesn’t take God’s word light
Hardcore weights support from a gym
Wants to keep in shape
Not looking like an Ape
Preaching conditional to fulfill
Holy Spirit power at will
Spiritual Temple
That simple
Determined and encouraged
Feeding his nourishment Soul
The results being an out fold
Being the example
Standing among the congregation
God’s goodness protein
It’s all about staying lean
The good of the land
Fresh air blessing
Longevity through activity
A Pastor thinking strong
Thinking get along
Strength to the foundation
Inspiration through God’s creation
One Body, Spirit and Soul
Behold
I Wanted To ‘Get Away’
By Curtis Johnson
Without naming the company, one of my favorite commercials use to be the one featuring ‘embarrassing moments' and closing with the question, “Wanna get away”? Many years before those commercials were conceived and popularized, I had such a moment in one of my college classes. It would have been a great time to get away, or disappear, or for a fire drill moments before, or for “The Rapture”.
The class size was no more than 15 plus the teacher, who was a rather friendly and smooth character. I think that it was my second year at Bible college where I was studying for the Gospel ministry. This was most definitely a required class for anyone seeking to be a public speaker. So I was well suited to excel in my Homiletic class, or so I thought. I did fine later on during the year and more that just pass the course.
But for some reason on that particular morning, when it came my turn to stand before the class and preach my sermon, I bummed out. My subject matter was fine, and my three points were well defined and organized, but just after the introduction of my message, I froze and forgot everything. The teacher and the class were great and very supportive. I do not remember if I managed to pull through it or whether I was forced to sit down. What I do remember is that, in spite of the kind spirit in the room, I was very embarrassed.
Yes, I became a pastor and preached hundreds of sermons and spoke in public on many other non church functions. No, the ‘freeze’ never happened again, and I suspect that I was to ever remain humble and never think myself to be a great speaker. And also, one embarrassing moment was more than enough for me, and I think that I learned my lesson well. 09282015. 1P
Shirlene,
Our Thanksgiving Blessing
Written: by Miracle Man
October 27, 2021
Sunday night our pastor asked for someone to stand,
and tell of something that we were most thankful for.
It set me to thinking of this year in my life,
And my thankfulness that we have a Christian home.
Blessed that God loved me long before I loved Him,
and for health which is often taken for granted.
The thing I’m most thankful for, is for a person,
who was missing from our lives for twenty five years.
As a young woman God had placed her in my path,
She was seeking a job, and God knew I would help.
Recently, God has put our names into her heart,
she listened, seeking us out, giving us her love.
She has made this year one we'll always remember,
I think of the many times that we've prayed for her.
Even though we didn’t know how or where she was,
But God knew and has blessed us with her return.
I been trying to pen this verse for days but the words could not come out
My tears have been welled up inside me and my arms were twisted behind me
my flesh clinged firmly to my thin bones while drones flew fearlessly around
I can still hear their deceptive voices talking above me as they were getting ready to apprehend me
They circled around me and cast a rusty chains upon my flesh and shoved me into a broken carriage and parade me up and down the town until we ended up in Freetown
I still did not understand what was going on until I stood at an open window
and spoke to the woman who stared at me with a subtle frown.
I went to retrieve my towed truck and there he was standing behind the counter in a red T-shirt with bleeding eyes staring at me and immediately I could see wickedness all around
He handed me a bill that was highly impossible for all that had happened
His aggressive eyes crossed my spiritual eyes and the holy spirit began to speak
I was chucked away once more and shoved into a sweltering car without a clue as to what was going on
I was placed in a room with other people that were held up for days
And I could sense malpractice from the bottom bubbling up to the top
The innocent was tucked away into a hole with no way of getting out because they could not pay their way
I listened to everyone's story and it was a pity that this was happening in America in the twenty first century
Many people are suffering and hurting inside while we are gallivant on the outside
The pastor took me back to my towed truck and I was forced to pay what I could not afford
I went outdoors to buy colored paper to post Gods messages
but something sinister was happening on the other side and I was caught up in it
Heaven was on my side I defied all the odds to get the message out until she finally broke the glass window
The next day I could breathe fresh air and the God in heaven finally appeared
the moon moves between the earth and the sun briefly turning day into night
Darkness suddenly faded away and a bright light radiated over the message truck and illuminate it with a powerful light sealing it with the moon and sun energy
And there it was I touched my finger on the golden pen and we are all free to live again.
The BBC has not just bowed but been kowtowed by the dastardly crowd
Proud Aunty allowed to be somehow cowed by this bastardly diss shroud
Got to worry the crisis takes its toll heads roll…they only had to say sorry
Avowed critics beef rowed & wowed their brief a mischief agenda so loud
With no defender the chief got so much grief his resignation did tender
Ploughed by true offender Boris the political pretender on another bender
Call out this lout who truth does flout the vile bile he does all the while tout
Dob on the blue blob snob & knob whose vastly ghastly gob makes me sob
Why on earth would any serf care about what this loony buffoon does shout
Revels in his dishevelled pout..amazed Aunty levelled razed by his crazed rout
Phoney baloney stories of the Tories glories..the Telegraph a trusty rusty crony
The BBC again slain by a disdain campaign as inane & insane as Johnson’s reign
Without doubt we’ve the clout to stop the lying vulture from rifling stifling culture
Scoff turn toff coven oven off..cohorts of suits in cahoots ravaging loots savaging
Candour…can’t pander to their dander & devil may care unfair slander propaganda
Boris not a novice as the orifice taking the piss remember the abyss of him in office
Country’s ex headmaster pastor of disaster willing killing our beloved broadcaster even faster
I am crying for freedom; Yes, freedom, I am losing my value.
I was used as trade by barter and I lost my values,
you forced me into paper, my value depreciated.
For you to carry me about; you forced me into plastic- credit cards
What have I done to you?
I promised myself never to come back in the next world.
Crimes I committed not; I settled. When will you pay for your own crimes without dragging me to pay?
I became significant in the world of bribery and corruptions;
what have I done to deserve the cry in my heart?
Stay away from me; you that love me.
If I fly away; the voice of the poor saying into my ear: there's no money –“economic meltdown”.
Tell the rich to grant me freedom from wherever I am kept.
Yes Freedom! I paid for everyone’s freedom but nobody think of mine.
Until the poor start to fight for my freedom;
Their pocket will remain dried while the rich get richers.
War against the rich, and get me freedom once and praise me in your homes.
where are you money?
The poor cried. In the pocket and private banks, and savings in their homes; there I will be find.
The rich are the cause of my scarcity; Iam lonely in their private bank accounts , separated from the joy the poor.
Spill their blood and you will find me available again.
The rich are the root cause of all evil and not me –money.
Written by:
Pastor Emmanuel Brown.
on Tuesday May 18th Mount Lebanon's Rev. Shaun Lee read from the book of Psalms
and then inquired of us "Who Do You Think Needs God?"
on Wednesday May 19th the Rev. Dr. Green of Universal talked about "The Love Of God"
which he referred to from the books of Luke and John
on Thursday May 20th Rev. Stanislaus of the church of St. John did convey
about "What Are The Odds?" when the Lord God leads your way
on Tuesday June 1st Rev. Miller of Brown Memorial used the book of Genesis
to tell us about "A Victory For A Visionist"
on Wednesday June 2nd with a word from 1st Peter New Jerusalem's Rev. Dr. Rice
told us how to paint "A Portrait Of A Pastor" whom for the Lord gives his life
on Thursday June 3rd we celebrated and honored our 1st Lady Mrs. Angela Farr-Griffin
and between our Youth and Christ's Fellowship's Rev. Dr. Kelly
we now know how to "Deal With Unanswered Prayers" in our daily living
It's been six nights of praise and worship and all the Choirs were on point
celebrating and honoring the Pastor and his wife whom the Lord God did anoint
on Sunday June 6th we concluded the celebration
and Pastor Griffin himself gave the Proclaimation
to the Rev. Dr. Arlee Griffin and Dr. Angela Farr-Griffin his devoted wife
we love you, we thank you, we appreciate you both for being faithful servant of Christ