…THY ROD AND THY STAFF THEY COMFORT ME

IN AN ENDLESS TRADITION OF GOD'S WORD AND THE MIRACULOUS!!!





Shepherds are known to carry Moses-like rods when wandering the earth in search for flourished grasslands for their sheep. Like we all know, there are times of great abundance, and there are times of great scarcity. A man that has trudged the sands of time and have faced and fought the insurmountable Goliaths will slowly have the memories of his great feats slip into oblivion when in the round of great plenty and a seemingly, lasting peace.

Thy rod and thy staff they comfort me…

Sometimes the experiences we have within our grasp soothe in us reservoirs of unequalled wisdom and undeniable folly. The former, when there isn’t anything new under the sun because you probably have faced such a challenge or have an idea how to deal with any rising circumstance due to previous exploits. The latter, when the characteristic pomposity that accompanies greatness nourishes self-aggrandizement and slowly, the little wisdoms of a child are no longer championed by you.

Thy rod and thy staff they comfort me…

It’s times like these that a heavy rod laid on the back is in order; times when a king’s guiding staff, from you, must not sunder. Verity bespeaks that the rod be not spared, and the staff must be heard. Since obedience is better than sacrifice, the rod must disobedience, sacrifice. When obedience brings forth abundance, the staff must be your only guidance.

So, if you need Christ’s rod to strike when you find on your lips murmurs and grumbles, then you need to pray this prayer with me. If you need His staff, the Holy Spirit, to guide when you find on you mind arrogance, self-deceit and blasphemy, then this proverbial words you must see.

“Remove from me vanity and lies: give me neither poverty nor riches; feed me with food convenient for me: Lest I be full, and deny thee, and say, Who is the Lord? Or lest I be poor, and steal, and take the name of my God in vain.”

I now adjure you to come out of your folly and see-
Come, come, and from your acquired wisdom flee,
And maybe then you’ll be able to honestly say with me -
Father, “Thy rod and staff, they comfort me.”

The prisoner of Christ

…For Thou Art With Me

IN AN ENDLESS TRADITION OF GOD'S WORD AND THE MIRACULOUS!!!

Have you ever been lonely before? Have you felt the deep pangs of heaviness that escorts the heart-felt pain loneliness brings? I guess it would be appropriate to know what loneliness is so as to know what one accrues as its fruits. It is possible that such clear-cut, none-needed definition of such a plain and simple word as loneliness could be misconstrued even by the heights and depths of human wisdom. I could summon the Webster’s Dictionary to do justice to this or could place, line by line, the many profoundly-proclaimed dictionaries to decipher the weights of such a feeling. The truth still stands that there are no resources out there that can tell the heart what it feels except the heart. A shrewd bystander that has collected the many experiences of travelers still doesn’t know nor can describe the cavernous sensation of loneliness like the traveler.

Maybe you know what I’m saying. If it be possible that you have experienced it before, then I say to you it is good. If you haven’t, then celebrate not. You will come to know this great companion of all great men and women. Many have sought solace in family, friends, relationships and activities to rid themselves of such a fate having failed to realize that such means are solutions temporary with time.

David felt this once.

Nay! he felt it twice.

When his own blood sought for his blood, it must have been thrice.

Job knew this. He was cloaked and clothed with it.

A man of great wealth became of great dearth. Jesus lived this. When his skin broke up in sweats mixed with blood, Oh, His heart felt no bliss.

If you empathize with these great men because you have felt this loneliness of a spirit then you should have craved for the same thing. Nay, you must have yearned for it.

“Be with me!”

Sometimes these are the words that shout out of the acts of many law breakers.
“Stay with me!”

Sometimes these are the words championed in the sought for counseling from broken-hearted loners.

Hear then, O ye lonesome creature
See with your heart and not your eyes the real picture
In the lonely nights, God’s Spirit hovered the earth
While there was chaos, therein, He gave birth
When you feel the loneliness no one can solve
Come to the spring of life, for Jesus can absolve
Jonathan told his armor bearer, “Are you with me?”
If the Lord be with me, from the enemy I cannot flee
Come. O ye people. Come!
The physically strong and the lonesome
Jesus! There are no words before or after, I now know and see
That it is a statement not a phrase,
“FOR THOU ART WITH ME!!!”

The prisoner of Christ