Faith Is…

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Faith Is

…Abel’s offering

…confident assurance

…Abraham’s journey

…bloody door posts

…giant walls of water

…falling walls of Jericho

…Rahab’s scarlet cord

…believing in the unseen

…Gideon’s fleece

…David’s sling & stone

…Elijah’s great bonfire

…Queen Esther in the inner court

…three men in a blazing furnace

…a tiny mustard seed

…a woman’s touch on His hem

…Stephen’s last prayer

…believing you’ve received

…rising to walk

…washing mud from your eyes

…loving your enemies

…the gift of the Holy Spirit

…praying for those who hate you

…forgiveness of sins

…incomprehensible peace

David Nelson

Fiery Darts!

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Fiery Darts

David Nelson

 

  Fiery darts speed to their mark,

Deflected harmless by her faithful shield.

Blackened sulfurous hands fit arrows to bow,

The fusillade continues.

Razor-sharp points fixed to their shaft,

Accusations, guilt and lies look for a spot.

Deflected again, splintering to shards.

The helmet, the breastplate, the shield

All in place.

Her faith in His armor,

Brings peace and safety

Follow Me

Follow Me

I find my human logic pulls me

In the opposite direction Christ has prepared.

He says, “Follow me.”

And I happily reply,

“Thank you for the invitation, Lord.

As soon as I sell my stuff, give my notice

And write a few last minute letters

To friends and missionary supporters, I’m there.”
Then He stops, turns slightly toward me,

His gaze penetrating my soul,

And extends his tanned and calloused hand,

 “Follow Me!”
Now I get it.

He means right now.

Tears flood my face

But my Spirit soars

As I take His hand. 

Stepping Out!

Stepping Out

It’s been a couple of years now.
Time skips by too quickly.
We’ve been in our boats, waiting for Him.
Our arms are weary from paddling.
And then, we hear it, the still, small voice.
“Water, earth? What does it matter to me?
I formed it all together. Remember Peter?
We are partners, you and I.
Come on, it’s not really water, that’s just
what you call it. Step out of the boat.
Listen. Do you here them?
Those are the rocks praising my name.
They got tired of waiting.”

Dying To Self…

Dying To Self

We think we are willing and ready for the change God will bring in our lives as we totally surrender ourselves to Him. Our confidence grows as the first few layers of self are stripped away because these surface issues remove relatively easily.

But then we resist, as Jesus requires further stripping and removal. “Can He actually love me when all of me is revealed,” we think. Will I love me? In vain protest we call out to Him, “Lord, you are stripping away who I am!”

Gently, lovingly, Jesus replies, “Oh no. It is merely who you’ve become. Trust me. I will reveal who you are…a new creation.”

David Nelson

I Met Jesus

I met Jesus
And told Him, Yes
My burden of sins,
I did confess.

Time passed by
inexorably
My “First Love” flame
Was harder to see.

MY carnal self
And worldly needs
Grow stronger daily
As the spirit recedes.

Let’s not offend
A voice intoned
As slowly I grew cold
And the Spirit moaned.

But it’s ok
It’s all good
The Jesus I formed
Told me I could.

His church became
A social club
Where nice folks meet
And share good grub.

God’s word is taught
Rather, modified
Our good friend Jesus,
I hear He died!

David Nelson

He Offered Life

He Offered Life

He bled to death

I shook my head

He rose again

I said, “maybe”

He offered life

My doubt arose

He forgave my sin

I said, “what sin?”

He said, “Believe”

I considered it

He touched my heart

I cried aloud

He gave me hope

I finally saw

He healed my heart

I finally believed

He guides me now

Into victory!

David Nelson

Where Are You?

Where Are You?

Where are you?,
My plaintive cry.
This heart is aching,
As eyes search the sky.

Your promises fell short,
Now belief has past.
All alone it seems,
No spiritual repast.

The struggle heightens,
No joy. No peace.
Through slippery fingers,
Shreds of hope decrease.

Despair looms larger,
Entangling the milieu.
And then the light,
As words came through.

“Oh God,” I spoke,
“Where are You?”

He listened quietly,
As I ranted and raved.
Then He gently reminded,
“Your soul I have saved!”

Beaten and drug,
Nailed to that tree.
Blood pouring down,
His body for me.

“Father forgive…”
His call rang out.
The demons did scramble,
Arming for the bout.

So now clearly I see,
As I thought of His love.
By my side He never strayed,
Watching all from above.

And then, I think I heard,
“Always believe, never doubt.”
“Until I return from Heaven,
“With a thunderous shout!”

Where is He?
He is ever near.
God’s word never fails,
He takes away our fear.

But I must hold fast,
Gripping His hand.
My feet on The Rock,
Not in sinking sand.

My joy is complete,
If I choose it to be.
For my resurrected Savior,
Promised it to me.

David Nelson

MALIGNANT!

Malignant

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David Nelson

Cancer?” they stared.

Like it.” He replied.

Cancer?” they repeated.

Well, it spreads like that,” he said.

Malignant?” they inquired.

Without a doubt, malignant,” he stated.

How can this be? Malignant?”

Allow me to quote from Websters,” he said.

Very dangerous or virulent; causing or likely

to cause death!”

Silence.

So, no hope then?” they asked.

Quite the contrary,” he replied.

But you said cancer. And then you said

malignant…likely to cause death.”

I did.”

Then death is a certainty.”

Oh yes, that is quite true. No avoiding that.”

Heads spinning, they sat shakily.

Cancer. Malignant. Death certain.

What are we missing? Where’s hope?”

Eternal,” he replied.

Silence.

So, there is hope?” they asked.

Absolutely,” he said. “Absolutely.”

Then how? In what form?”

Total transfusion,” he said.

A substitutionary blood donor.”

Then bring him here. We will pay anything.”

Of course,” he said. “But the payment

has been made, freely.”

And this substitutionary blood donor will

eradicate the cancer?” they asked hopefully.

Without exception,” he said. The recipient will experience

totally new life. As if they were born again.”

There is one caveat,” he said resolutely.

A personal obligation.”

Anything,” they excitedly replied. “Anything.”

First, you must accept the gift.”

Yes, yes, gladly,” they shouted.

And then you must believe that the

malignancy has been totally eradicated.”

Believe?”

With all your heart.”

Believe? Why believe?”

A time will come in the future,” he began,

long after the excitment of the transfusion

has passed, you will think the cancer has returned.

Every professional you ask will confirm that it’s true.

But it has not, nor can it. You see this substitutionary

transfusion is irrevocable and eternal. No matter how

it feels to you, the cancer is permanently gone.

You will experience false symptoms, even internal pain.

It is then, right then, that you must believe.

Believe with all your heart, in spite of the pain.

In spite of the suffering, if you believe,

really believe, the pain will subside and

you will feel stronger than you’ve ever felt before.”

But what if we forget? What if we’re too weak?”

Don’t worry,” he said softly,

I am leaving someone to watch over you.

Someone to remind you of what I’ve said.

And when you’re down, He will comfort you.

I must go now.

Remember, believe in spite of any circumstance.”

©David Nelson