The Whirlwind

By: Woodrow Lucas

You are what you study,

You are what you see,

I see maelstroms of children on swings,

Just a push, and they’re off to the sky,

We never die, we just transition, listen.

There is a storm of such unyielding impact that it decimates all that it touches,

I have been in the center of that nightmare.

You are what you see,

I see maelstroms of children, living storms about to ignite into great men and women,

Just a little push is all they need and they’re off to the sky,

This generation questions, this generation tests edges, this generation will define a new torrent, living tornados with the ability to reconstruct a culture,

You are what you study,

You are what you see,

I see maelstroms of NFL football players taking a knee,

I see maelstroms of young African-Americans with black lives matter t-shirts on,

I see maelstroms of battered girlfriends hitting their boyfriends over the head with frying pans before they call the cops,

I see maelstroms of young gay couples saying I do at river weddings and becoming one flesh in the mystery of God’s monstrous love,

You are what you study,

You are what you see,

There is a storm of such unyielding impact that it decimates all that it touches,

I have been in the center of that nightmare and in that death, I sowed life with every bit of conviction that I could muster,

I have sown the wind, I shall reap the whirlwind,

You are what you study,

You are what you see,

I see a whirlwind once called the Paraclete in times past,

I see a whirlwind of epic proportion, redefining, rerouting, redistributing, regenerating,

Any object has infinite velocity and infinite relative velocity,

You are what you study,

You are what you see,

I see an infinite object moving in infinite directions at infinite speeds and as I worship it, it becomes me,

The whirlwind comes from thunder and rain and pain that we endure with resilience,

The whirlwind is the ability of a paraplegic to run a marathon simply through the power of prayer,

The whirlwind is groups of thirty somethings sitting in circles and imagining racism disappearing from the earth,

The whirlwind is Einstein imagining genius into reality,

The whirlwind is a psychic telling a dying man that he will another thousand years and his body instantaneously healing itself in that reckoning,

The whirlwind is Baptists and Episcopalians praying to Yogananda to give them all the good that God gave him when he was on the earth,

The whirlwind is air, fire, water, earth and infinite love moving in infinite directions at infinite velocity,

You are what you study,

You are what you see,

There is a storm of such unyielding impact that it decimates all that it touches,

I have been in the center of that nightmare and in that death, I sowed life with every bit of conviction that I could muster,

I have sown the wind, I shall read the whirlwind,

You are what you stuy,

You are what you see,

I see maelstroms of children on swings,

Just a push and they’re off to the sky,

Young tornadoes with the power to tear down strongholds and help the lost see beauty,

You are what you study,

You are what you see,

This generation will bring the whirlwind, and darkness will not survive its wake!!

Friendship the Great

By: Woodrow Lucas

I was a warrior of old, slinging light against darkness, and I got wounded so wounded,

And I could see my Savior nowhere,

But I caught hold of my brother and he led me to safety,

What you have done unto the least of these my brethren you have unto me,

Many a man’s prayers have saved my life a thousand times,

And many a woman’s words have saved my soul a hundred,

One can turn away a thousand, but two ten thousand,

I was a warrior of old slinging light against darkness and I got wounded so wounded,

And I could see my savior nowhere,

But I caught hold of my sister and she led me to safety,

God created friendship for it is not good for man to be alone,

Sometimes in our lives things get down right rough,

I mean tough and the love of Jesus just isn’t enough,

For we are of dust,

And sometimes we need to see, we need to feel, we need to speak, we need to heal,

Sometimes the dagger of bitterness has so wounded our imagination,

That only the soft sounds of a child’s voice are enough to reach us,

Romance is powerful true,

For one turns away one thousand, but two ten thousand,

But I was married for 16 years and then we divorced,

But we stayed friends because it is easier to kill romance than friendship,

Friendship proves Universalism, for an atheist and a believer can share great love,

And please God in the reckoning,

Friendship proves that God is too big for one religion, because a Jew and a Muslim can be great friends,

And please father Abraham in that reckoning,

And after Agape, abideth these two Philos and Eros,

But the greatest of these is true friendship,

I was a warrior of old, slinging light against darkness,

And I could see my savior nowhere,

But true friendship saved me,

For unconditional love is the greatest of loves and greater love has no man than to die for his brethren,

When Jesus was about to die in darkness, he prayed for his friends,

The love platonic is ever living,

For the shadow of age and withering cannot change it!!

The love platonic is ever living,

The love platonic between Guru and Disciple, sister and sister, brother and brother, is invincible!!

When a parent has raised a child and that child is of age,

If they are wise then friendship rules the day,

Sometimes in our lives things get down right rough,

I mean tough, and the love of Jesus just isn’t enough,

Sometimes in our lives that still small voice,

Does not solve the riddle and most difficult choice,

But God has given us the mercy of friendship,

For we are of the dust,

And sometimes dust needs solid form to become a living soul,

Sometimes God breathes into us through the eyes of kindness and the ears of compassion,

For it is not good for man to be alone,

Sometimes she needs a sister with whom to shed a tear,

The Holy Ghost is living water, but sometimes we need a water that can satisfy our physical thirst,

We need to hear,

We need to see,

We need to touch,

We need to hug,

We need to love,

Sometimes friendship is God’s mercy for the child whose imagination is not yet strong enough to see angels,

I was a warrior of old, slinging light against the darkness,

And I got wounded, so wounded,

And I could see my Savior nowhere,

But friendship saved me,

Sometimes in our lives, things get down right rough,

I mean tough,

And the love of Jesus just isn’t enough,

For we are dust after all,

God is the greatest gift that I have ever been given,

But too she gave me friendship,

To remember her kindness when my soul is too weary to hear her directly,

There is none greater than the Lord,

But too he gave us friendship,

Through which we can see him in the kindness of our brother and the love of our sister,

Friendship proves Universalism,

For an atheist and a believer can share great love and please God in that reckoning,

Friendship proves that God is too big for one religion, because a Jew and a Muslim can be great friends and please Father Abraham in that reckoning!!!

The greatest of gifts is Agape but after that Philos and Eros,

And the greatest of these is true friendship.

I am a great man, but I am no island,

And even Gurus have disciples and vice versa,

It is not good for man to be alone,

So God gave us friendship to celebrate the good times and weep and mourn the hard,

Eros love is beautiful, but even romance if it is true is built on friendship,

For beauty fades and wrinkles form and bodies wither but true friendship lasts forever,

Jesus is my Lord, but he’s my best friend too,

I am a warrior of light and sometimes I get wounded,

But friendship heals me every time,

In all you do, seek the Love of God, but also seek true friendship,

For when you are wounded and forget how much God loves you,

It will see you through to the other side,

Worldly riches are wonderful, but true friendship is priceless,

Sometimes in our lives, things get down right rough,

I mean tough and so Jesus shows his love for us,

By giving us true friends that get us through the darkness!!

The Agony of Christmas Eve

By: Woodrow Lucas

On Christmas Eve, children lay in bed,

In titillating agony as they await what lays ahead,

They are in blissful torture pondering on chocolate cookies and hot chocolate,

Their eyes are wide open with anxious hope of gifts to come,

But Christmas Eve can be a hellish place for some,

For some waiting feels like someone is pulling your toes off one by one,

For some waiting feeling like you are wasting in a hot sun,

“But they that wait on the Lord shall renew their strength,

They shall mount up with wings as Eagles, they shall walk and not be weary, they shall run and not faint!!”

But Isaiah!! Dear Isaiah!! This waiting is an agony I cannot describe,

As pain indwells my insides and blood infests my eyes,

I do not wait for Christmas Trees and Stockings,

I wait for something that many view as impossible,

I wait for God to be the deity that I know her to be,

Full of might and power and wonders to behold and see,

Dear Isaiah, I know I must wait,

But every day that passes is another day that I must endure this affliction,

“But they that wait on the Lord shall renew their strength,

They shall mount up with wings as Eagles, they shall run and not faint, they shall walk and not be weary”

But dear Isaiah, my eyes are teary with the torment of a scorching sun!!

Oh God above,

Oh God of love,

Oh God of bliss,

Please don’t dismiss,

These cries I wail,

For this waiting, it is no titillating agony,

It is an endless Christmas Eve,

With no sign of the coming Son,

Oh God, I know you’re faithful,

Set me free from this agony,

Fulfill your promise and bring the Whirlwind!!

When I Think of Shadows

By: Woodrow Lucas

When I think of shadows,

I think of dark spaces I hope my daughters never see,

I think of women getting battered and losing memory,

Of all the beauty of their hearts and minds to be,

What their desires’ fancy and whatever dreams they hope,

When I think of shadows, I think of my ancestors hanging on ropes of despair,

Feeling ever so forsaken cursed by the very air,

When I think of shadows, fear grips me and I want to run and hide,

For I feel a despair unknowable and I feel a pain malignant,

When I think of shadows, towards God I am almost indignant,

But the my Lord reminds me, that shadows are cast by light,

And without the shining torch of love, there would be no room for fright,

When I think of shadows, I often doubt the things I believe,

For I can’t imagine a loving God allowing some to suffer without reprieve,

But then the Lord reminds me that shadows are cast by light,

And no form of darkness can over power his loving might,

When I think of shadows, I am aghast yes that is true,

But inspite of all these shadows, I still say God loves you,

And that light is a far greater substance than any shadow that it casts,

And that light shall eventually reign in love, always and everlast!!



By: Woodrow Lucas

Sometimes I feel lost,

But sometimes I can see life glowing from the trees,

As they sway to and fro, blowing with the breeze,

Sometimes I am faint hearted and dreading the coming day,

But sometimes I am fearless, on fire come what may,

Sometimes I have felt torment making me wish I had never been born,

But sometimes I think about my daughters in beauty adorned,

And know that hard times come true they do, it’s true,

But things get better, yes things get better too!!

Sometimes I am tired and wish for endless sleep,

But sometimes I have hope in joy and harvests reaped,

Sometimes I doubt and wonder if God is really real,

But sometimes my faith is so strong that I have seen my hands heal,

Life is bittersweet it’s true there is no question about that,

But life is ever so beautiful and that’s a fact,

And sometimes we see the vision that God has for our lives,

And it comforts us from times of bitterness and strife,

And in the end, we look back from on high in heaven’s perch,

And we say to God, Lord thank you for my blessed time on earth,

And we ask to give a helping hand to those still in the fight,

And in that moment we become angels taking flight,

And in that moment we realize that it all works toward love,

And love is our answer, our blessed gift from above,

Sometimes I feel lost,

But sometimes I can see life glowing from the trees,

As they sway to and fro blowing in the breeze,

And sometimes I am so full of love that I feel God in every soul I see,

And I really think it’s these times that I’m the true me,

For I am beautifully and wonderfully made in God’s sight,

I am an angel of light about to take flight,

And I say to you dear brother, look inside and see what’s true,

And I’m sure you’ll know beyond any shadow that you’re an angel too!!

Dance, Dance, Dance

By :Woodrow Lucas

Right now there is a woman in Ecuador,

Flying high on Iowaska,

Dancing to the rhythm of the creation,

She dances the dance of the flamingo,

She dances Salsa,

She dances the Merengue,

She dances the electric slide,

She flows in an and out of joyful reckoning,

She feels the flow of Floridians sitting out on the beach drinking Maitais,

She dances the groove of babies being born to couples deeply in love,

She dances like doves flying in approval in triplicate,

She dances encouragement and affirmation flowing from mouths to ears to hearts,

She dances like Pentacostals in revival,


Have you ever met that someone that makes you smile no matter what?

Have you ever transcended in your heart to a place where every day’s a good day, come what may?

Then Dance!!

Dance to the doors singing “Peace Frog,”

Dance to kids playing kickball and everyone getting picked for teams,

Dance like you scored the winning goal in a World Cup soccer game.

Dance like fame means nothing and riches even less,

But you’re not stressed ’cause you know God’s got every test in hand and every day’s another band playing your favorite Stevie Wonder Song,

Dance like music matters cause it does,

Dance like you are loved, because you are,

Dance like near or far, you’re a star,

Shining for all the creation to praise,

Dance like it’s Friday and you just got paid,

Dance like you just won the Lottery and gave it all away,

Dance like your future is bright, cause it is,

Dane like you’re a kid, cause you are,

Dance like near or far, come what may,

Every day is a gift from the sun and stars to you,

Dance like there is no tomorrow, just one endless day of joy,

Dance like you’re a kid on Christmas and the tree is filled with toys,

Dance like you got skills like MC Hammer,

Get on the floor and spin around like you’re a kid from the Bronx,

Dance like everyone’s a friend, cause they are,

Dance like every loss is a win in somebody’s mind,

Dance like you’ve got endless time to celebrate, cause you do!

Dance like you’re gonna live forever, cause you will,

Dance like war is no more and everybody’s chill,

Dance like you are one with the ocean in its strength,

Dance like you are precious, cause you are,

Dance like you’re a star!!

Man Dance!! Cause life’s a gift but it’s too short to stay cooped up in a malaise,

Dance, dance, dance like it’s an all life party,

Cause at the end of the day, in a 1000 years all you’ll remember is the joy God gave you while you were here,

Dance like you have no fear,

Dance, Dance, Dance and when you’re done look back on those Michael Jackson moves that you just busted, and rejoice!!

Oh Death Where Is Thy Sting!!

By: Woodrow Lucas

Bob and Charlotte were warriors for Christ like few people have warred for Christ.  As a couple they had created over a thousand praise and worship songs and preached over ten thousand sermons.  But on Friday night, Bob and Charlotte were in a hospital room, and Charlotte was moving on to the great beyond!!  And to celebrate her impending home going, Charlotte, Bob, and their family were singing some praise and worship songs.


Well there were five Muslim brothers and sisters who were on their way to visit an uncle in the hospital who passed by their room and inquired, “What are you singing?” To which Bob and Charlotte responded, “We are singing songs to our savior.”  And the five brothers and sisters responded, “Oh we love your savior, he is the messiah who is to come to set things right at the end of all things!!”  And Bob and Charlotte said, “Well why don’t you come and sing with us.”  So the five Muslim Children gathered around Charlotte’s bed and began to sing to southern songs for which Bob and Charlotte were well known.


And one of the Muslim children said to Charlotte, “It is obvious to me ma’am that you walk with the power of Allah.  Will you pray for me.”  So Charlotte, although she was tired and weak, said, “Of course I will.”  For Charlotte hardly ever turned down a request for her to pray for someone, even on her death bead.  So she decided to start her prayer in tongues but what came out was strange Arabic that she couldn’t stop speaking.  She said:


Assalamualaikum my children and Aalaykumuassalum, I am your Messiah,

I lead your Imams,

I watch over your children,

And I help them to see,

The love and power abounding, the soundness of mind that is me,

I am the King of Kings and Lord of Lords,

I am the weak and strong force in your molecules,

I am the Father’s sword,

I am the word of God incarnate and I speak so you can see,

The abounding love and mercy that is me,

I was born God incarnate but an infant in my mind,

I was born God incarnate, but with satan in my flesh,

And though I lived a life of torment and stress,

I spread joy and life everywhere I went and conquered death,

Because of me you can rest easy,

If you lose your boys or girls,

For I led captivity captive and gave gifts unto men,

For I conquered satan in my flesh and erased the power of sin,

For I fulfilled the law completely so that you and yours can know,

Your free to go an grow in mercy and not in letter’s fear,

I went to hell and preached the gospel so that all could soon rejoice,

That no one writhes in eternal torment even with the light of choice,

For on the cross I changed your secret will for all ages to come,

Your choices bad and good will lead to life when all is said and done,

I am the victor and the victory who has already won,

I am the lamb that was slain, to take away your pain,

And now I declare as your messiah, as earth and heaven sing

I declare aloud through willing vessels, Oh death where is thy sting!!


When the Muslim children were finished listening.  They were beside themselves and kep t ranting to Charlotte “Assalamualaikum peace be unto you great mother, Aalaykumuassalum and peace also be on you great mother.  Peace be unto you great mother. Peace be unto you.  For you tell us of the master that Muhammed said would come.  And because of him it is done.  We need not fear hell.  We need not fear death.  For because he passed his test.  Let earth and heaven ring, oh mighty death, oh mighty death where is thy sting!!”



Charlotte laughed gleefully at the children.  Thinking about the irony of her winning so many coverts to Universal Reconciliation on her death bed.

As Charlotte and Bob and the Muslim Children were laughing and singing.  A Wiccan witch walked into the hospital with an aquaramine crystal on his neck.  As he walked into the hospital, the aquaramine crystal started glowing and leading him in a certain direction.  He followed his crystal to Bob and Charlotte’s room.  And when he entered into the room he saw tongues of fire, earth, air, and water  flowing throughout the room. And he said to himself, “What in the world is this.” And he asked Charlotte and Bob, “I am sorry to intrude but what is going on here?”  And Bob responded, “My wife Charlotte is dying and we are celebrating her home going, by singing songs to Jesus.”

The wiccan man quickly responded, “No disrespect, but I am a witch who believes in the power of fire and earth, I have do not believe in Saviors.”  And Charlotte Laughed and said.  Mr. Wiccan Witch, what is your name.  The man said, “Temerity. My name is Temerity.” And Charlotte said to the man, come here Temerity and stare into my eyes and tell me what you see.

And Temerity looked into her eyes and fell into a trance.  And began to talk without knowing.  He said:

I see a man on a cross in excruciating agony.  And I see what he is seeing in his mind’s eye.  He sees me many years from now with my coven mates.  I am dead and they are about to give me back to the earth.  And there are angels surrounding us, waiting to take me somewhere good. I can see a Hindu girl surrounded by priests and family members about to be cremated.  And as she is about to be set aflame, I see angels all around her about to take her soul somewhere good.  I see a Buddhist man surrounded by Buddhist monks and family about to be set aflame.  And again I see angels all around them about to take the man’s soul somewhere good.  And now I see a huge planet that looks like earth, but larger.  And I see a multitude of peoples, seems like all the people that have ever been.  Kneeling down before a light in the sky so bright that it eclipsed the Sun.  And I see all the people in unison, say, ‘Oh great Lamb of God Jesus of Nazareth, we confess with Joy that you are the Lord of All.’ And then I saw the man on the cross say, ‘IT IS FINISHED!!’

And then Temerity came out of his trance with tears in his eyes and said, “Charlotte there is no tradeoff between Jesus and the earth, I can believe in both!”  And Charlotte knew very little about the Wiccan religion so she just nodded with a big smile on her face.  And then she looked over to Bob and motioned him closer and said, “Honey, it’s about time, I am about to see Jesus in the flesh!!”  And Bob’s eyes welled up with tears.  And he began to shout:

I know little of religion and know even less about civics,

But I have preached a man who saved all for most of my life,

I have preached through strife to folks who don’t want to hear it,

I have preached to people who instead of embrace love would rather fear it,

But I have preached, And I have preached.

And sometimes I have wondered what’s the point,

Maybe I would have been better off playing banjo and smoking joints,

But now I see something, I see it clear,

That I have never seen before,

That what I preached is living hope in what waits in store,

For all who walk in human flesh,

When they reach their appointed death,

I have preached a gospel that says to death outright,

You are nothing to fear, you are nothing to fight,

You’re just a passage to a Savior who loves with all his self,

You’re just a merciful ending for those to whom bad hands have been dealt,

You’re just a servant dear friend death, nothing to fear at all,

Because of the sacrifice that Jesus made for us all.

And so Earth and Heaven get right loud, make noise and hear angels sing,

And so all hail the merciful lamb of God, the merciful King,

For because of him, I can now say, Oh Death Where Is Thy Sting!!!


And when Bob was done shouting. Charlotte gave up the ghost with his hand in hers.  And he smiled down upon her and kissed her lips for the last time.  And then after the Doctor declared her dead. Bob sighed a sigh of acceptance, sorrow, and hope.  And then he took his family, those Muslim Children, and the Wiccan Witch out to dinner at an all you can eat buffet.  Because Bob and Charlotte absolutely loved all you can eat buffets!!

No Illness!!

By: Woodrow Lucas

I have had an illness for a long time.

And sometimes this illness has given me hard times.

Like sometimes when I have been at work at a high paying job.

I have been at my desk surrounded by people and I have started to have stomach spasms.

And then I have started to hear voices coming from different places in my body.

Terrible, horrific voices, telling me that I am the spawn of Satan, telling me that I am going to hell forever, telling me that they would torment me for ever and ever and ever.

And I have had to sit at my desk and endure and act like nothing was wrong, because no one I worked with knew that I had an illness.

In my mind, I had no choice.  Because I am a good employee, and I have always been a good employee; and I am a hard worker and I have always been a hard worker and no illness will change that.

No illness will change the man that God has made me.

Like sometimes when I have taken my youngest daughter to sporting events.  I have had spasms that rise up in my body and I have heard voices telling me that I was the spawn of satan and that they would torment me forever throughout different parts of my body.  And I endured until the torment passed.  Because I am an excellent Dad who loves his children more than life itself and no illness will rob me of my chance to see my youngest  daughter do Jujitsu, or play soccer, or play piano.

Because no illness will ever define me.

No illness will ever change who God has made me.

And as I have journeyed with this illness I have had several comforts that have made the illness easier to deal with.  I have had an extremely supportive support system of family and friends.  I have had medications  that help to alleviate the symptoms. I have had an African Psychiatrist who is always cracking hilarious jokes about my love life and who supports me putting God at the center of my recovery. I have had an energy worker who brings God into my physical and metaphysical systems of being.  I have had a therapist that helps me to process the traumas and demons within so that I can one day be free.  I have had this book called “Autobiography of a Yogi”” which has introduced me to beautiful and powerful men and women full of Christ Consciousness who could do incredible things.  And reading their stories has convinced me that if they can stop trains with their minds then I can overcome mental illness.  Even though there is no scientific cure.

Because no illness will rob me of the life that God has promised me.

No illness will keep me from travelling the world and visiting my oldest daughter at Spellman College.  No illness will define my sense of what is possible or of what can be.  No illness, no label in a book, no diagnosis devised by a psychiatric mind, will define my sense of the heights that I can climb.  For I am wonderfully and powerfully made in the image of God and no illness can over power that image.

And there are three more things that comfort me on my journey out of illness.  Jesus, my prayer warriors, and Universalism.  Jesus is my rock and my guide and no matter what torments have come upon me, he has guided me through them.  Sometimes when torments have been strong and I feel panicked, I have texted my prayer warriors.  These prayer warriors are beautiful men and women from all different types of religious persuasion and they have never failed me.  When I have I texted they have responded with words that they are praying and I have always felt comfort from their prayers.  And lastly, I adhere to a belief system called Universalism.  Universalism is the idea that God loves all creatures and made all creatures and so because God loves all the creatures that God has made, God has saved us all through Jesus’ atonement and God will save us all through us eventually cooperating with her grace along our journey.  My Universalism is absolute and I believe that no one escapes the merciful, generous, and gracious gift to be reconciled to God in a way that they understand.  To be a Universalist you have to believe two things about God.  Number one, that she is all powerful.  And Number two that he is pure love.  You must believe both these things about God to be a Universalist.  And Universalism says to me that if God can save every creature everywhere to include the devil as evil as that guy has been, then God can heal me of mental illness, because BY JESUS’ STRIPES I AM HEALED.

Because no illness is greater than a Sovereign God of pure love and no illness can overcome the irresistible grace of God that she is pouring into me .  And I tell you, I am almost free of this illness that has tried to limit me for years.   I am almost free.  I am knocking at the door of freedom and that door is about to open to me.  Because no illness will ever define me. And no illness will ever get the victory over the indomitable will that God has given me.






Adam’s Song

By: Woodrow Lucas

Adam sat on his toilet with the barrel of a 12 gauge shotgun pressed up into his mouth.  He tried to pull the trigger, but as he tried, he burst into tears.  He got off of the toilet and hid the shotgun.  He walked into his living room and fell on the floor. He began to pray, “Jesus!! Please hear me!! I am on the edge of taking my own life.  And I see no way forward.  I feel utterly alone in this world.  And I pray and pray to you and receive no answers.  I know that I have plenty of friends, but they all expect me to be the perfect family man who owns a successful business.  I mean Jesus I single handedly built a business that handles the billing for more than half the Healthcare companies in Nashville.  But in this moment, I feel like a pariah.  My wife loves me dearly, but she has no idea that I have been cheating on her for 2 and half years.  And my kids think I’m a great dad, but they don’t know that sometimes I hear these voices that I can’t see.

And Jesus I am too embarrassed to go to a therapist or psychiatrist.  And Lord I have no idea of how to come clean to my wife.  I mean Jesus I go to church week after week.  But I feel nothing.  I feel empty. I feel like I am dead to you.  Like you have just forgotten about me.  And I’m scared my Lord.  The truth is Jesus I don’t love you.  I really hate you because you haven’t answered my prayers to give me the strength to break off things with Lydia.  And Lord, you haven’t answered my prayers to just give me some peace, because Lord I am really doing wrong.  I feel like my business has become all about money, and I am not even trying to take care of my employees.  I feel like I am like a zombie on auto pilot. My life is meaningless Lord.  And I really just want to leave you and leave church and just start over.  But Lord I am a Deacon and I just can’t quit that.  What would people think?  Lord I am so scared.  But what I am most afraid of, is that if I stop believing in you that I will go to hell forever.  And I am also scared that if I get out of the lies that I am telling everyone and just come clean, they will reject and judge me and I’ll be left with nothing.  Jesus I need you so badly.  Please hear me.  Help me.  For I am so lost.  Everyone thinks that I have so much together, but I am lost Savior.  And I know that grace is supposed to give us assurance, but I believe in my soul my Lord, that if I die tonight, I will writhe in eternal torment forever.  That’s why I just couldn’t do it.  I am a coward on all levels Savior.”

Adam began to weep, but as he wept he heard a voice rise up in his belly.  The voice said, “Adam I have chosen you and I love you.  I cherish you.  I know that you are cheating on your wife and I still cherish you.  I know that you have lost a sense of mission with your business, and I still cherish you.  I know that you feel trapped between the pain that you feel and the life that you present to others. And I definitely still cherish you.  There is nothing that you can do, which would cause me not to cherish you.

“Lord if you cherish me so much then why are you not answering my prayers.  And doesn’t it say in scripture that if we deny you then you will deny us before your angels.  How can you say that there is nothing I can do to make you stop cherishing me?  I know that if I renounce you or forsake you, then I am bound for hell!! What are you saying Lord?” Adam prayed.  And then Adam began to think to himself, “Oh my God, I’ve really lost it.  Now I am talking to voices as though they are Jesus.  Oh my God, I am really screwed now!!”  But as Adam was having these thoughts he heard the voice again, “Adam, you are not crazy.  The voices you hear is a condition that can be solved with medication.  But I am not those voices, I am your sovereign Lord.”

Then Adam prayed, “Lord how can I trust that it is you talking to me.”  And the voice said, “When you were three years old your Sunday School preschool teacher fondled you and he told you to never tell anyone. And you didn’t.” Adam’s eye’s open wide open!! “Oh my God Lord, it is you!” Adam prayed, “Jesus if you cherish me so much then how come you never gave me the strength to tell Lydia I was married and to be honest with my wife?”  The voice answered, “Perhaps I am answering those prayers now.  Perhaps my speaking to you in this way is an answer to those prayers.”  Adam sighed, a deep sigh of relief and prayed, “Jesus, thank you for talking to me.  I mean thank you so much for talking to a wretched sinner like myself.  But Lord, I am still scared.  Even though you are speaking so gently and kind to me, I fear you Lord.  And scriptures say that ‘the fear of the Lord is the beginning of all wisdom’. But Jesus, I don’t feel wisdom, just dread.”

The voice answered, “Little adam. Little precious Adam.  Let me ask you a question.  Do you believe that you got saved from eternal hell when you confessed me as Lord and Savior?”  Adam prayed, “Yes Lord.”  The voice responded, “So really you believe that your salvation is a function of something you have done by choosing to believe that I am Lord.” “Yes Lord” Adam responded, it says in scripture, “That if we confess with our mouths the Lord Jesus and believe in our hearts that he has been raised from the dead, then we shall be saved!”  The voice answered, “Dear Adam, Paul was one of my greatest servants and he was a genius.  And scripture is holy and true.  But I ask you which is greater? Me or the scripture that writes about me?”  Adam answered, “You Jesus!!”

The voice responded, “Then dear Adam, what if I was to tell you, that what I did on the cross was not a possibility but a finality.  What if I told you Adam that what I did when I died on the cross and rose from the dead was not the creation of the possibility for salvation but was rather something that made your salvation inevitable.  Yes, confession may be part of the process, but my son, what if I was to tell you that because of what I did on that cross so many years ago, not only is your eternal happiness assured, but the eternal happiness of all is an inevitability?”

Adam prayed, “Lord, to be honest.  If that is true, then it is the best thing that I have ever heard in my life!!”  The voice responded, “It is true my son!! I loved all on that cross and my victory on that cross was for all, not some, but all!!!”  Adam felt peace well up within him for the first time in years.  He prayed, “Jesus thank you, I can tell you honestly that I no longer feel lost.  But I truly feel saved.  What can I do for you to express my gratitude for this gift you have given me?”  The voice responded, “My son you can do one thing, you can ask me for Joy, because Joy is the only thing you need to set things right.”  Adam prayed, “Alright Jesus, please give me joy.” And as soon as Adam asked he felt a warm chill going throughout his body, and elation flowing from his belly throughout his body like a geyser.  He prayed, “Jesus when I started talking to you tonight, I thought that you had let me down.  But now I realize that you don’t let any of us down.  You let us learn through the suffering we feel, but you are always there to set us free when the time is right.  I am going  to do what I must!!”  The voice responded, “Well done my Son!! Go do what you must!! But remember my love for you is forever!! And it is impossible for you or anyone else to fall out of my Sovereign mercy and grace!!!”

Adam got off from the floor, grabbed his cell phone and called Lydia.  Lydia picked up the phone, “Hello!” She said.  Adam said, “Lydia, you are a great person, but what we are doing is wrong and it has to stop now.  I will not be calling you or visiting with you again.” Lydia, said, “Adam, I understand.  You’re a kind man and I will miss you.  But I agree that what we have been doing is wrong, and it must come to an end!!  Please pray for me dear friend, because I have to sort some things out, so that this doesn’t happen again.”  Adam responded, “You can count on it Lydia, God Bless You!!!

Adam then went upstairs to his bedroom where his wife was asleep.  He woke her up and said, “Myriam, I have never stopped loving you, but I have been having an extramarital affair for 2 and ½ years.  It is over now.  I accept any decision you make.  Divorce or anything.  But I just ask that you forgive me for betraying the best thing that ever happened to me.

Myriam began to weep.  “Adam!!”  she said.  “Don’t you think I knew?!!!  I’ve known this whole time.  You’re really not that great a liar.  But I love you Adam!! I love you so much that I just didn’t know how to confront you about it.  It will take counseling, but I will forgive you.  Because I know who you are!! I know the good man that you are!!”  Adam grabbed Myriam tight!! And he said, “Myriam, you are truly the best thing that has ever happened to me.  And things will change!! I will cherish you.  I will be totally devoted to you as Jesus is totally devoted to me.  And Myriam, I tell you.  I talked to Jesus tonight.  And he has saved all!! No one goes to hell forever sweet love.  No one!!”  Myriam responded with tears in her eyes, “Adam, I’ve known that for quite a while too and I have been praying for you to see it!!”  Adam grabbed his wife and wept in her arms.  And then he began to feel doubt.  “But Myriam how do we tell the folks at church about this, you know they’ll think we’re crazy.” Myriam laughed, “Dear husband, maybe we don’t have to tell them anything.  Maybe us knowing is enough for now.  Let’s take it slow.  One step of grace at a time”  Adam smiled, “Myriam, you really are much more than I deserve!!”  Myriam laughed, “I know, but isn’t that God’s nature to give us blessings so beautiful that we know in the final analysis that we don’t deserve them.”  Adam laughed, “Yes maam!!  And I’ll tell you Myriam things have to change at Nashville billing too. I’ve got to start getting our employees better benefits, and I’ve got to start finding ways for them to better enjoy their jobs.  Because happy employees are loyal employees!”  And Myriam wept.  “Why are you crying honey?”  Myriam answered, “I’m crying because I feel like for the first time in a long time I am staring at the man that I married.”

Angels We Have Heard on High

By: Woodrow Lucas

Angels we have heard on high,

Blowing trumpets in the sky,

Helping us to breathe a sigh,

Of Joy that we shall never die,

Angels we have heard on high,

Saying love is truth that ties,

Us all as one these tears I cry,

For all the songs that we shall sing,

As we make earth and heaven ring,

With sounds of crack babies getting free,

Through curses fading beneath the feet,

Of evangelists spreading love on streets,

Replete with souls hungry to hear,

That there is nothing nowhere to fear,

As children smile ear to ear,

And brothers share stories over beers,

As Muslims see their Messiah come,

And Christians see that life has won,

As schizophrenics dance at dawn,

Knowing that their pain is gone,

Angels we have heard on high,

Freeing us from dark one’s lies,

Showing all the God within,

That lights our souls and masters sin,

That makes girls ladies and wee ones men,

That chants Om Hari Hari Om,

And tunes into abundance tones,

That helps us stay faithful to our wives,

That guides our hearts throughout our lives,

That helps our spirits come alive,

Awakening to calls to rise,

Angels we have heard on high,

Speaking of a God of Love,

Above, below, within and everywhere,

Waiting to embrace with grace in hands to share,

Angels we have heard on high,

Blowing trumpets in the sky,

Helping us to breathe a sigh,

That we are safe in the hands of God,

And God won’t let us down,

That true we may feel oh so lost,

But to God we’re already found,

Angels we have heard on high,

Chanting oh so powerfully,

Of love’s everlasting victory,

And Love’s wondrous choice after Adam’s fall,

To send us a Savior who has saved us all!