Do not ever despair.
You are worth more than all the jewels put together to me. You are like pearls glistening in the sunlight, light raindrops on the edge of a rainbow.
My rain I pour upon you so you shall glisten like jewels of the world.
The taps upon your back will become a cloak fit for a king; the thumps upon your head will become a crown.
The weight upon your body shall become wings that will lift you above all people.
Come fly with me like birds of paradise.
Do you want to be set free, do you want to see the things that only I can see. Or do you want to stay forever in that darkness with your soul. Or come to the light that I died for you to see.
Why stay in the cocoon when you could fly. Spread your wings my butterfly. The colours of the rainbow have nothing on you when you emerge from your dark place. You put a smile on everyone’s face.
Free at last like a bird that sings. Free at last to know your place. Free at last with amazing grace.
Take one child add one spoon full of neglect, a large amount of abuse, six table spoons of lack of love and the absence of a father, mix this all together and your cocktail is called nightmare. They serve this cocktail mostly in prison, sometimes in prison if you have the right person who knows how the cocktail works they can take out the ingredients so it becomes pure water, which enable them to see the cocktail for what it is.
They then begin to make their own cocktail when love is shown. The ingredients for the perfect cocktail is, take a lot of love and a great deal of understanding. A special bond with people who know how the cocktail works, putting themselves in the place of the ingredients to make the perfect mix.
We don’t like to taste this cocktail. It leaves a bitter taste in our mouths.
We don’t even like to look at it. We push the ingredients out of our minds.
We make our own ingredients up, a little bit of this, a little bit of that, shake this all together and you come up with a hiding place from reality. A place where you only see your face in the mirror of life. You don’t see the reflection of world, we make our own oasis, but when we get to where we think the water is, we only find a dried up illusion. We all long for living water, we take so much but only enough for the moment we need a continual flow of water. So when we hit the desert places we have a reserve to sustain us.
We fill our cars up with petrol that takes us to where we want to go, but living water takes us to the path of eternal life where the flow never ends, where you are never thirsty again. Our life is like a snowball coming down a mountain gathering up all the rubbish on the way. We collect so much its hidden with a layer of snow, but when we surrender our lot to the source of living water which is God. He directs our snowball onto the right path, where it goes into the water gradually melting away all the rubbish until only pure water is left.
Being melted is scary and sometimes painful. When we see ourselves for the first time without the covering of snow, that’s when we see the rubbish we have collected on our journey. That’s when we cry; stop the snowball I want to get off. The snowball lives in the cocktail of life, you drink it down hoping it will quench your thirst, only to find you are thirsty again.
Yet the soul cries out; change the ingredients. You can hear it calling you in the darkness. Can you see the path laid out for you, can the blind lead the blind, and can the lame carry each other. Have I walked in your shoes.
Have you walked in mine. Catch the child when they first become a snowball, stop them before they gather the rubbish of life. Show them the path of life; change the light bulb that’s been dark so long. Give them a light to guide them. Without it they will fall into a pit of despair and once again the snowball starts rolling and the cocktail keeps being served.
There soul hungers for the recipe, where is the answer to my soul anguish. Where can I find life’s answer. The arms I long to hold me, to lead me.
The still small voice calls; come my children this way, I have given you a map of life. A road less travelled, the path looks plain with many trials and stumbling blocks. At the end of the path are golden gates, opening to all who believe and paradise indescribable to you here. Tell them my story.
Tell them my pain. Tell them just knowing me will cause them some pain. Only a short time and the pain will be gone, but with the blind the pain lingers on.
You that can see, be a light for their feet. Be an anchor for their soul, be a guide for the mountain they must climb. Looking up until they reach the top, each prayer you stay is a step to home. A place that the world has never known. A place made accessible by my death on a cross. I bear the scars I boor the pain, if I could I’d do the same, but it is done once for all.
They took me down and I rose again. I called to you and I know your name, my love for you is just the same. My love for you is my greatest pain, when you tum your face the other way, when you reject the arms I hold out to you. The arms that hung on a cross for you, death overcame death. Resurrection gave your life, life with me and no more strife. I drank the cocktail of death and sin. I drank it down with a drop of blood; I drank it down with a lot of love. The price was high and it made me cry. The price was high and I had to die. I died for the sin that is so great.
“Hello what’s your name?”
“Leo what’s yours?”
‘Wisdom, because I am the wisest lion in the jungle.”
“Why are you here then, in this zoo, when you could be free?”
“Free you mean dead don’t you? I ran back here for safety it’s a jungle out there.
“Do you know they kill for fun, not for food like us but for fun?”
“No, what kind of people would do that?”
“Well they call themselves human beings, they even kill each other.”
“What for food?”
“No because they want to. Lots of times they get hooked on drugs and don’t know what they are doing. They steal from each other and tell lies about each other, they are jealous if people have more than they have.”
“I’m glad I am in here with you behind bars.”
“That’s not all they even have babies and hurt them, sometimes they even kill them. We lions stick together; they don’t even know who the father is to their child.”
“You mean the child has no father to provide for it?”
“You are right they spend the rest of their lives trying to fill an empty hole in their soul. They drink something called alcohol but it can make them very angry and they fight and kill each other.”
“Why don’t they have a mate like us to provide for them?”
“Some do and are very happy, but others quickly part, they think the grass is greener on the other side, but it’s the same both sides it’s just been watered more.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means you have to work hard and talk, try to understand each other and love each other. It is not easy but it can be done.”
“Why don’t they come off the drugs they take?”
“They can’t do that without help. I’ve heard that people do bad things to get help in prison and sometimes they have nowhere else to go. Their mothers have different mates and don’t want the children anymore and they end up on the streets with nothing.”
“But don’t they have a King lion like us to keep the peace and restore order?”
“Yes they have something called a government with a Prime Minister, but they have different parties. Some people want this party and some want another. You can see them in this big room they sound like sheep baa-ing at each other.”
“Why do they do that?”
“Because they are all full of pride and they won’t admit they could be wrong. They are supposed to help the people but a lot of the time they help themselves.”
“I can’t believe what you are saying to me, how very sad. We mate to have lion cubs, they mate with everyone.”
“They have diseases because they don’t care who they go with. Young girls and boys think it’s ok to sleep around they don’t know what love is anymore.”
“Boy o boy do they need help.”
“Yes you are right they need help.”
“But surely they had order once upon a time. It sounds like their world is going to crash like an express train without brakes.”
“Yes you are right again they had rules. They were called Commandments which kept them safe, where love bound them to each other, but then they found this box. Don’t open it, they were told but they did.”
“What was inside this box?”
“When they opened the box they let lose pride, murder, rape, rage and sexual immorality. There were so many things that came out it clung to them like sewerage and they can’t get it off. They carry it around with them all the time.”
“But can’t they smell it?”
“No they are so used to it they have lost their smell. They are covered in shit and they don’t know it.”
“Surely there must be someone to help them?”
“There is, the first time he came they crucified him. He still keeps trying, he sends people out to help. They feed the poor. They do lots of things but still people take the mickey at them and call them all sorts of names.”
“You have got to be kidding me.”
“No unfortunately I’m not, I just regret eating them don’t you?”