It’s Just Temporary

It’s temporary.  Nothing in life is ever permanent.  Well little in life.

I really feel like that should be it. Pack it in and be done with this blog.

The Bible says to God, a thousand years is ONE day. So, right now, since Jesus died, it has only been TWO DAYS to God.

So, while it seems like it has been forever for us, it has been NO time for Him.

I can’t remember exactly who, but I heard someone say that time doesn’t exist to God. He is outside of time.

Shoot. By creating evening and morning, with His Word, my guy CREATED time (Bible search).

He is omniscient. He knows everything. As people like to say, nothing catches Him by surprise.

He knew us before we were conceived (I’ll give you a freebie. Jeremiah 1).

I mean, the only thing certain in life, like the people like to say, is death and taxes.

The Bible puts it like this: it is appointed to man to die once and after that the judgment. We are all going to die and, at some point after we die, God is going to judge the life we lived and where we will spend eternity.

Everything else that happens in between? Just temporary.

Or should be.

I just found the perfect example.

Cuz sometimes we get stuck where we are and think that because it has always been this way this is how it will always be.

Well I’ve got news and an example for you. Should you recognize who Jesus is, you can get up from where you are and whatever has been going on that seemed permanent will turn into something temporary.

Jesus was just being Jesus.

Out here walking around.

Looking for miracles to perform.

Looking to show people He was who He was.

Looking to show people that He was the promises made in the Old Testament, the embodiment of what took place with/in/for/through others in the Old Testament. I’m planning on doing a series of posts that show examples of Jesus in the Old Testament.

Cuz my person who blogs here, let me know before I even started writing what I thought was going to be my book, everything in the Old is in the New.

When Jesus was walking around He was the New Testament and it hadn’t been written yet. So, He had to fulfill the law by making parallels, walking out, showing, demonstrating what they were ALREADY familiar with.

There is this guy sitting by a pool. Jesus knew what the deal with him was. He had been sitting there for 38 years.

Jesus asked if he wanted to be healed.

He was like “my guy. Duh. But there’s this problem. When the angel troubles the water every year, I don’t have anybody to take me to the water. I miss out on the only miracle.” Bruh. I just talked about unlimited miracles in Put Them Out a few minutes before I wrote this. Sheesh.

Jesus was like “Get up, pick up that bed you are laying on, and walk.”

Now. Mans had already given an excuse. It would have been EASY after 38 years to just be like “nah. I’m good.”

But He was desperate DESPERATE. My guy didn’t even KNOW it was Jesus.

How do I know? Cuz the religious leaders were all up in arms about him carrying a bed on the Sabbath.

The Sabbath was a day of rest that legally required them to do NO work.

I promise you Jesus was the King of petty. He did, and allowed His disciples to do, multiple things on the Sabbath. Just out here creating a new law, a new testament. Ha.

He was like “the person who healed me told me to pick up my bed.” And then the Bible says he didn’t know who it was because Jesus withdrew due to the crowd.

Somebody say “not for long!” Ha. Acting like a preacher for real.

Jesus performed the miracle and went on his way but came back to reveal who He was.

That just made me think about the Scripture that says one plants, another waters, and God gives the increase. We may tell someone about Jesus and nothing happens. Then someone else comes along and adds to it. And God handles the rest.

Jesus did all three here. But it still resonates. Cuz He told buddy “look. You were healed. Don’t be out here sinning or something worse is going to happen to you.”

Sometimes we miss God stuck in our stuff (chiiiii. I feel like I hit this a lil bit in multiple blogs. I wanted to tag them but. About that. Just scroll up or down and you may find it if you are on the Thoughts page). Sometimes we have no clue who He is or that He is there.

But if we wait around where we are long enough. If we, oh Lord, engage in conversation long enough. Cuz that’s what the man did. He simply talked to God in the person of Jesus. He prayed (this the simplistic version. There are levels to prayer).

Juuuuuuuust like the woman at the well.

Cuz sometimes, it isn’t a matter of access or proximity. Sometimes it is a matter of us not thinking we are worthy or qualified (Insecurities & Disqualifications and What Do You See).

She was a Samaritan and He was a Jew. They had NO business talking to each other (the people were confused by who He chose as His disciples and those He hung around. To the point that He said that He was sent for the lost sheep and them that are whole don’t need a physician) be talking to.

He had put His disciples out. Lol. They went to buy food.

He was like “aye yo girl, gimme some of that water.”

She was like “how are you, a Jew, gone ask me, a Samaritan, to give you water?! Y’all don’t even like us like that!”

He was like “giiiiiiirl. If you knew the gift of God, who it was asking you for water, you would have ASKED HIM, and He would have given you living water.”

She said, probably with an attitude, “sir. You ain’t got a pot to use to collect the water and this well is very deep. How are you giving living water? You mean to tell me you are better than JACOB? Our father who BUILT the well? Come on now. Make it make sense?!”

Jesus gone tell her “whoever drinks water from this here well will be thirsty again. Buuuuuut whoever drinks my water?! They ain’t gonna be thirsty again. Neve eva. Matter of fact, my water will be like a spring in their belly that will lead to everlasting life.”

Jesus done laid it on her. Thick. Sis was like “bet. Gimme what you seeeeeeellin so I don’t have to be thirsty or lift this heavy water pot again!”

Jesus: “aight. Go getcho (get your) husband.”

I imagine her saying internally (with an internal heavy sigh) “aww man. I knew this was too good to be true and this man is crazy. First, the fact that He was even talking to me. Then this nonsense about this water. Now He is all in my business.”

She could have walked away and made an excuse. But. She. Kept. The. Conversation. Going.

Her to Jesus “I don’t have a husband.”

Jesus, with a petty smirk I imagine. Cuz He was about to drop the gauntlet (okay maybe not. But a petty smirk fits the narrative. Just go with it). “You right. You don’t have A husband. Girl, you have had five. And the man in that bed you just got out of? He ain’t even your husband.”

Y’all see I said, the Bible said, sis had FIVE husbands. Five represents grace in the Bible……….

Sis was like “yoooooooooooooooo. You are a prophet.”

She said some other stuff. Jesus said some stuff.

The next thing that she said that was super important: “I’ve heard of the Messiah who is called Christ who will tell us everything when He comes.”

Jesus, with a big cat who ate the canary smile, arms outstretched, then pounding on His chest… oh wait. No. He was far more humble. Lol. Let’s try again.

Jesus, with His meek and lowly, say something profound like I’m telling you what the weather is delivery, “das me sis.”

Of course. At the most important moment, them jokas (jokers) the disciples come back. Bless them. They were super protective of Jesus. That was their guy. They loved him.

Internally they were like “hey, hey, hey. What is going on here?!” But FOR ONCE, they kept their mouths closed and didn’t ask questions.

Sis was all afflutter (atwitter, a (or is it uh) something). Discombobulated. Lost track of why she was even at the daggone well. She dropped that pot and went yelling through the streets like she had lost her mind. Cuz she probably did. Because time spent with Jesus makes our minds new (there’s a couple of Scriptures to back that up:))

Sis was like “come see this Man who told me ALL of my past business. Is He NOT the Christ?!” And come they did.

Okay. I have stayed far longer than I intended. I’m pretty sure you get the point.

Our circumstances are only temporary. Especially once we encounter Jesus while in them. And even if they don’t change once we encounter Him, our mindset and attitude about them should change.

Paul had a thorn. God told him His grace was sufficient. Nothing changed about the thorn. God told him He could continue on with the thorn. I don’t know if it left. Maybe it did. Maybe he learned to operate with it and what was temporary was his focus on it and not Jesus. Ha.

Whatever the case, nothing has to hinder us from moving forward if we don’t let it and just have some conversations with Jesus.

Go be great. Someone is counting on it.

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It Cost Her Something

I believe when I was writing Two Things Can Be True, and maybe even It’s Gonna Cost You Something, I thought about the person I’m going to discuss. Cuz I definitely though about her today.

It’s good ol Elisha, a woman, and her son again. It’s in one of the Kings. 2 I believe. Happy hunting. Go verify my words.

She was married to a man who was a prophet affiliated with Elisha. She sent word that her husband was dead. She made sure she name checked. She called her husband Elisha’s servant.

She told him her husband’s creditors were coming and going to take her sons as slaves.

E was like what can I do to help? Watchu got in yo house girl?

Sis was like “I ain’t got nothing but a small pot of olive oil.” Ooooh I can’t wait to get where I’m going.

E was like “aight bet. Go to your neighbors and get all the vessels (pots) you can. Don’t skimp. Get a bunch of them thangs. Go inside and shut the door behind you and your sons. Pour oil into them and set them aside as they get full.

I’m gonna go somewhere else I wasn’t going. When he prayed over the boy I talked about in Two Things Can Be True, he went in and shut the door.

He gave her instructions that included going in and shutting the door.

When Jesus got to the house of Jairus where his daughter lay dead, he put the people out and shut the door.

When Jesus was teaching the disciples about doing stuff for or with God (go find it chiiii) He told them to do it in secret and their Father would reward them openly.

Sometimes we got to go through the process alone and quietly. This is a word for me!

David was made king in the pasture. Where he was before and after he was anointed as the next king. I am probably repeating myself but oh well.

Joseph was made second in command of Egypt after being sold, ending up in Potiphar’s house as he serving in that position, and then falsely accused and imprisoned.

We need to get behind that door and let God make us into who He showed us we would be. Move in silence. And when it’s time, let Him put us on display in a place nobody can take because nobody put us there but Him.

So, sis is filling pots left and right. Old school assembly line I’m imagining. She ends up asking her sons for another pot. They’re like “dis it moms. Dats alluem (all of them).”

Sis is like “aight. Aye yo E. I filled the pots like you said. Now what?”

E tells her to sell the oil and pay the creditors.

Bruh. I just got something else. Okay.

Before Jesus died, Mary broke open her alabaster box filled with what? Oil. She anointed Jesus for His burial.

Before He was arrested, Jesus sat in the Garden of Gethsemane sweating blood and asking not to have to go to the cross if it was possible. If you read another blog you know where He was: on Mt. Olivet/Mt. of Olives surrounded by what it takes to make oil. As Christ. Which means the Anointed One.

My blogging, author person reminded me that King David was anointed three times. Maybe one for the Father, one for the Son, and one for the Holy Spirit who are all one identified by the name of Jesus who is the King on the throne.

All this lady had was the symbol of anointing. That symbol multiplied and provided for her. This brings to mind the Scripture that says but my God shall supply all your need according to His riches in glory BY CHRIST Jesus.

Sometimes, all we have is the anointing and the Anointed One. Those are the best times. Cuz He shows us who He is. And we have enough because He is all, and everything, that we need.

Do what it takes to be anointed. It ain’t easy bein breezy. But it’s worth it.

Go be great. Someone is counting on you.

Two Things Can Be True

I’ve been saying two things can be true at one time a lot lately.

The reference for that is the woman in 1 or 2 Kings (like I like to say-go search so you can read it for yourself and know that I’m not making it up) welcomed the prophet Elisha into her home.

She was minding all of her business and being hospitable to the man of God.

She didn’t have a child nor did she ask him to pray that her womb would be open. But mans was like you gone have a baby.

And she did.

So this boy is growing and living and thriving.

Then bam. He dies.

Sis was like naaaaaaaah.

Go get me an animal. I’m finna ride out. I’m finna go find this man.

People are worried. She starts out by saying all will be well.

Ma’am. What? *insert Nick Young’s confused face with question marks meme*

Yo baby is dead and you talmbout all will be well?

What I didn’t say is that before she left, she put the boy in the room they had prepared for Elisha for when he was there.

As she got closer to him, she changed her words. Instead of saying all would be well she said all is well.

Whew. The closer she got to the one with the solution the more faith she had to believe.

Sis found him and was like “playa, playa from the Himalayas. This child I didn’t ask you for is dead.”

Elisha was the armor bearer aka assistant for Elijah. He kept this practice up and has a dude named Gehazi.

Gehazi is the reason for alla this. He’s the one who told Elisha sis didn’t have a baby when E was trying to repay their kindness.

G was mad rude and tried to send her away. E was like “nah son. Let her be.”

So E sent G ahead to the house with his staff (wooden cane thing) to try to revive the kid.

Pause. There is so much in that sentence. Jesus died on a piece of wood and revived us for all eternity. Staffs are used by shepherds. David used one and I believe wrote Psalm 23. Jesus is described as a shepherd. So many things in the Old Testament point to Jesus. Also, the disciples attempted to cast out a devil/heal a kid and failed (ion try hard with some of this so y’all will go study for yourself!).

G put the staff on the boy’s face and nothing happened.

E was already on his way behind G with moms.

E goes into his room with the boy and closes the door. Then he prayed.

Next, he does a sophisticated version of CPR. He put all of his body parts, including his mouth, on the boy’s. The boy warmed up.

E left the room and walked the house. He went back and did his lil CPR thing again. The child sneezed seven times then opened his eyes.

Omg. This baby came back to life like Jesus and Lazarus. I’m undone. And let’s not even get lost in the seven of it all.

The woman lost a son she didn’t even ask for. Surely she was vexed and grieved. But he was already a miracle. And she knew how to gain direct access to the Miracle Worker through his servant.

I’d like to think she built an altar. Much like I wrote about Abraham. She knew enough about God, in what was surely distressing, to know He would work it out.

This season is familiar yet…tuh. Two things are definitely true. But something I said on the phone led me to this refrain once again. It reminded me of this woman.

As long as my ACTIONS match my faith and not my feelings.

I’m allowed to feel a way. I said in that convo that even Jesus felt a way. He came to die and still wanted, in His flesh, to avoid the cross.

But He knew He had to do it. So, while something else was also true, He did it.

I know why. So, while my feelings are true, this is the way I have to take. He’s never failed before and He won’t start now. I’m gonna go to my altar.

Go be great. Someone’s counting on it.

Lettuce Pray

Ha. These titles sometimes.

My un-title-able person (who blogs here who I am so excited to nag about her forthcoming book that will bless the people) asked me to pray with her about something.

Okay bet. I send prayers through text and have for years at this point. She was all into it.

I said thanks but I was unimpressed by how much she liked it if I’m honest. I think I take for granted the things I’ve done on my own in my wilderness.

To the point that someone said I’m more powerful than I think. After I used it on her, my person agreed.

I told her the steps that I adhere to and she told me to blog it. I told her I was gonna make it a book. I went and prayed about it and here we are.

There are levels to, different reasons for, and different kinds of prayer. I said, in Salvation I believe, that the base level of prayer is just a conversation with the Father.

A lot of times I LEGITIMATELY just talk to Him like I talk to y’all. I roll my eyes and suck my teeth. Facts. I’m super honest.

One. Cast cares because He cares.

Two. In different moments He is different things. He’s a Father and a big deal. But He also called us friends.

Through the death of Jesus as son and adoption as a Gentile, He’s my big brother.

But. When it is time to bring heaven down to earth, there are certain things I always do. Over the course of many a church service, conference, etc., I was taught these things.

I call Him Father often times.

Then I thank Him for who He is. Worship. Acknowledging His holiness and the parts of Him that are necessary for the request (Jehova Jireh, magnificent, I exalt You (that one is weird based off of the description. He is the King on the throne. By exalting Him, I acknowledge that He is above me and above everything.)).

Then I tell Him what His Word says while asking for the request. The best way, in my humble opinion, to reach heaven is to let heaven know what its Creator says. After all, He said His Word wouldn’t return to Him void but would accomplish what He sent it to.

I thank Him some more for hearing the request and also (often) by faith for fulfilling the request.

And then the MOST important part. I say in the name of Jesus. Sometimes I worship there too by describing what the name of Jesus is (mighty, matchless, all powerful, saving). And then hit Him with an Amen.

I am putting an edited version of my prayer for her below so you can actually see what I mean.

Father, thank You that You are Jehovah Jireh, the God who provides. You are the same God who provided for Abraham. Your promises are yes and amen. You said if we abide in You Your Word abide in us and we can ask what we will. Your Word says if we delight in the Lord You will give us the desires of our heart. Kind and gracious Father, we simply ask You to honor Your Word. Because it says it will not return void but must accomplish that which You sent it to. She has been a faithful servant and served and led well. God we thank You that you hear us but more importantly You hear Your Word. In the mighty and matchless name of Jesus, amen!

Go be great. Someone is counting on it!

What Did You Say

I’m pretty sure I’ve addressed this at some point. But, in the throes of writing the saga that can be found here, I got the idea for this.

I talked about patience and waiting. And a whole bunch of other things.

This song came to mind:
I don’t mind waiting
I don’t mind waiting
I don’t mind waiting, on You Lord
I don’t mind waiting
I don’t mind waiting
I don’t mind waiting, on You Lord

God breathed life into Adam in Genesis 2:7. He promised to fill us with His Spirit/send the Comforter in Matthew, Luke, and John (maybe Mark as well but I didn’t find it in the quick search I did 🤷🏾‍♀️. And there are several references in the books mentioned. Just search google. Lol.) People began receiving it in Acts 2.

In John 6:63, Jesus told them the words he spoke were Spirit and life.

James 3 is dedicated to admonishing us to watch our mouths and the words we say.

In Mark 11:23, Jesus told them to speak to the mountain and it would move if they believed.

The breath and Spirit of the same One that spoke and created all that is, dwells in us and is literal life to us. What we say has the power to manifest.

We sing songs because they sound good.

We say stuff because we can.

We don’t consider and keep at the top of our minds that we are writing checks every time we open our mouths.

We are making declarations.

Sometimes, I submit to you, when we face things, seemingly out of nowhere, it’s our words coming back to cash the checks we wrote.

I do mind waiting. I’m a human of flesh and blood. I have had and will likely always have, a patience problem. When I’m ready I’m ready. And if God or whoever is involved is not, that tends to irk me. But, I sang the song. A time or two. I read Scriptures about and asked for patience. So, whether I wanted it or not, I’m definitely going to get it.

And, even if I never asked for it, I asked for the will of God. And baaaaaaybeeeee. Those are some simple yet hard words. I said them. And deeeeeeeep down in my soul, where no flesh, thoughts, feelings, or self that is Karlissa exist, I truly meant that thing.

So, my flesh has got to die and come under subjection (1 Corinthians 15:31; 1 Corinthians 9:27). That’s what fasting and prayer are for (Jesus wasn’t specifically referring to this but did state the importance of it in Matthew 17:21 and did it himself in Matthew 4:1-11.)

Watch your mouth. Mind the words you say. They will come back. In ways you may never know or realize. After all, as the writer said, life and death are in the power of the tongue (Proverbs 18:21)

Proverbs 7 (The Message (MSG) version)

1-5 Dear friend, do what I tell you;
    treasure my careful instructions.
Do what I say and you’ll live well.
    My teaching is as precious as your eyesight—guard it!
Write it out on the back of your hands;
    etch it on the chambers of your heart.
Talk to Wisdom as to a sister.
    Treat Insight as your companion.
They’ll be with you to fend off the Temptress—
    that smooth-talking, honey-tongued Seductress.

This author is ADAMANT about us listening. The last few chapters we have been told the same thing in similar ways. They want to make sure we listen. They want to make sure we value wisdom and insight, comparing it to people and relationships. They wanna make sure we stay out if trouble via wisdom and insight

6-12 As I stood at the window of my house
    looking out through the shutters,
Watching the mindless crowd stroll by,
    I spotted a young man without any sense
Arriving at the corner of the street where she lived,
    then turning up the path to her house.
It was dusk, the evening coming on,
    the darkness thickening into night.
Just then, a woman met him—
    she’d been lying in wait for him, dressed to seduce him.
Brazen and brash she was,
    restless and roaming, never at home,
Walking the streets, loitering in the mall,
    hanging out at every corner in town.

Oop. No words. Lol.

13-20 She threw her arms around him and kissed him,
    boldly took his arm and said,
“I’ve got all the makings for a feast—
    today I made my offerings, my vows are all paid,
So now I’ve come to find you,
    hoping to catch sight of your face—and here you are!
I’ve spread fresh, clean sheets on my bed,
    colorful imported linens.
My bed is aromatic with spices
    and exotic fragrances.
Come, let’s make love all night,
    spend the night in ecstatic lovemaking!
My husband’s not home; he’s away on business,
    and he won’t be back for a month.”

Uuuuuuuh oh…

21-23 Soon she has him eating out of her hand,
    bewitched by her honeyed speech.
Before you know it, he’s trotting behind her,
    like a calf led to the butcher shop,
Like a stag lured into ambush
    and then shot with an arrow,
Like a bird flying into a net
    not knowing that its flying life is over.

Uh whipped?

24-27 So, friends, listen to me,
    take these words of mine most seriously.
Don’t fool around with a woman like that;
    don’t even stroll through her neighborhood.
Countless victims come under her spell;
    she’s the death of many a poor man.
She runs a halfway house to hell,
    fits you out with a shroud and a coffin.

Like. The author is talking about a woman. But again, this seems like a metaphor for sin, lost, anything that is a distraction or takes us off course. We gotta watch and pray so we don’t enter not into temptation cuz the spirit indeed is willing, but the flesh is weak (Matthew 26:41 KJV). Jesus said that! We gotta use this here wisdom and insight.

I Quit Church

How odd for a Christian to not go to church. I honestly never thought I would be anything less than a faithful church attendee.

But the reality is this: after 26 years of mostly faithful attendance, the past 5ish years has been spotty and mostly nonexistent.

To many that’s baffling. Especially some of the people I’m closest too. I was hardcore active and present every time the doors opened. For a multitude of reasons, I even chose to go to church instead of seeing my cousin when she came in town. 🙈

I’m not a perfect Christian or person. I’m human. But you learn a few things, see a few things, by being a halfway decent Christian according to mainstream standards for 26ish years.

There are a couple of the many churches I have attended that are my favorite. It’s hard for others to measure up. Not to mention my distillation of the Bible I read and believe has led me to a complex conclusion with strong held convictions.

For comparison’s sake-when it comes to church I’m kinda a snob. Like Starbucks diehards. Or many iPhone owners.

When you’ve experienced the best why settle? Especially when it is something as important as a relationship with Jesus and salvation.

I won’t get into all of my beliefs and the inherent contradictions. I am well aware that all of this many not be kosher when considering what scripture has to say.

But I read my Bible. I could do better at that. I talk to Jesus. I could do better at that too.

We are all striving and can all do better. Where I am right now is good enough for me. That sounds slightly horrible as I tap it out.

I just don’t want to go to church for the sake of going to church. That’s religion. I’d rather have a relationship any day.

People don’t trust their kids with just anybody. Why should I do that with my church attendance?

Maybe I’ll find somewhere. Maybe I’ll find something. Maybe I should be more proactive. But maybe, just maybe, I’m fine just where I am right now.