Jesus gave us the command: FEED MY SHEEP...that's it, nothing else...no religion, and no politics!
So, the time is upon us when we need to turn our churches into RESOURCE ROOMS. Here's the vision, One Phase at a time.
MOTTO: No one leaves here hungry, thirsty, or naked
All members of the body are required to feed the little ones (those who are hungry, thirsty, and naked).
PHASE ONE: Each church begins by setting aside one day per week to feed the hungry...no questions asked!
MENU: Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwiches
Beans and Cornbread
Any type of soup that can be kept warm in crock pots
Fresh fruits and veggies from the garden
AVOID JUNK FOODS...THEY DON'T FILL THE TUMMY
CLOTHES: Members of the body need to go through their closets and donate any and all clothes that haven't been worn in the past year. We are accustomed to excess. There is no excuse for the body to have excess. If the body will give, LOVE will flow. Clothes are to be washed and sewn. If you wouldn't wear it, don't expect others to either.
You need to set up a system where it is easy for those in need, to search for clothes: Pants, Shirts, Shoes, Socks, Undergarments, and Pajamas. Never put a gender based label on clothing. Allow LOVE to flow without encumbrances or opinions.
Upon leaving, water bottles, backpacks, tents, etc. anything extra that is needed, can be given on an individual basis.
PHASE TWO: Increase the feedings to 2-3 times weekly. NEVER REQUIRE THEM TO ATTEND ANY RELIGIOUS LESSON OR SERMON!!! LOVE is without cost and no hidden agenda.
Body members, need to begin to ask LOVE to lead them to opportunities. LOVE will guide body members to individuals to meet individual immediate monetary needs, like needing housing, a bill paid, a car repair, diapers, etc. As LOVE flows freely, opportunities will increase along with resources being donated to the Body (church is NOT a building). The way the River of Life flows is up from the belly (processing center of LOVE) out to need. The only way for the River to flow in the right direction, is for the it to be completely yielded to the flow. SELF SERVING is never an option. Anytime a body member is serving self, LOVE can not flow. Do not judge those people, take them aside and meet their needs (they, too, are a little one).
*Daddy God will be providing materials needed to transform the church building into a resource room, during this phase.
PHASE THREE: The main goal of this phase is to enlarge the kitchen area for industrial sized kitchen equipment, and turn the auditorium into safe shelter space. The body is about to come upon some hard times, and we need to be prepared to provide shelter for all of those LOVE brings to our doors.
PHASE FOUR: Babies grow. By now, those who have been served in the previous stages should be grown up enough to begin serving so that all members of the body are serving and growing/propagating LOVE. Serve first, eat last.
The older generation who have come up through the Great Depression, WWII, and other wars can teach the younger ones how to make flour from wheat, how to quilt, how to hunt, how to fish, how to start a fire, how to distinguish between plants, basic survival skills.
All materials need to be original, not bought in any store. God will provide. Trust Him. You will need the skills of the elderly to obtain these materials.
The number 4 is significant to THE KINGDOM OF LOVE, because it means Direction/Order. This is the whole point of Daddy God sending His ONLY son to die for us...to change the Direction and Order of LOVE. Originally, it was one straight line from God to Man. When Woman entered the picture, Daddy God said, "For THIS (woman) cause shall a man leave his mother and father and cleave to his wife." Meaning, now, the straight line (vertical) from God to Man has another line (horizontal) going from Man to Woman. So, God loves Man, Man loves Woman, and Woman loves child, then child gives glory (awe) to God. When the fall happened, the direction was changed. The child wants authority over the mother, the woman over the man, and the man over the land (conquest) that had been his. When Jesus came, He won back territory, fair and square. When LOVE comes into our heart, Mama God (Holy Spirit) begins to heal the wounds and restore our soul (serotonin). This is why the City of God is 4 squared. LOVE is the great equalizer :)
Note: I am a visionary. I am giving the vision to dreamers (natural). Go make it happen. In the end, God gets allllll GLORY, so it's not a concern of mine. If you have the finances (legs) and the passion (heart) to get going on this, then I give anyone and everyone the right to have this vision. God bless you, and may we all be seen growing up in LOVE.
Saturday, March 17, 2018
NUMBERS OF THE KINGDOM
NUMBER SPIRITUAL NATURAL
1 UNITY PURITY
2 DIFFERENCE CHOICE
3 WAR BATTLE
4 DIRECTION
(JESUS IS N) ORDER
5 MINISTRY WORK
6 MARRIAGE FAMILY
7 REST
WORSHIP
8 NEW
BEGINNING CIRCUMCISION
9 VISION BIRTH
10 LAW COMMANDMENTS
11 JESUS
(LAW FULFILLED) RELATIONSHIP
12 KINGDOM PEACE
TOOLS FOR THE KINGDOM
COLORS ABUNDANCE LACK
SPIRITUAL NATURAL ENEMY
White Eternal Purity Gray-Unbelief
Black Trust Womb Death-No Light
Red Redemption Passion Judgement
Yellow Oil Abilities Insecurity
Blue Love Relationship Lust
Pink Creation Baby Codependency
Orange Anointing Empowerment Powerlessness
Purple Royalty Rule/Authority Pride
Green Life/Living Growth Jealousy
Note: With Yellow, Abilities are gifts and
talents…what LOVE has poured IN us
Tuesday, March 13, 2018
HEARING HACK
There he goes again
Blah, blah, blah, never a word
Just sounds that pound and hack
Not trying to be mean
But something in his speak
That pulls and lack
....meaning
I can hear, "Compassion!"
I'm supposed to enter in
To his unspoken pain
Non-verbals are loud
And ears must be atuned
To catch the vibrations of the insane
...grief-laden individual
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Can you reflect the sorrow
Of the great and small
Oh, no! Look! Scratches
On the gray paint
That matches
....them all
I'm disqualified....right!?!
How can I tell the man
Who blathers on and on
About everything and nothing
That my hearing has been hacked
And his words AREn't empty
He has always been saying...somthing
...and that...well....it's
ME....it's always been...me
....little ole me
hearing NOTHING at all.
Written by Trudy Schrader on 03-13-2018
Note: I heard someone say, "And what do you do with clients who are talking so fast, who want to make sure they are heard?" I perked up like a curious pooch...thinking, "Is that why I do that? Well, I can stop, because Daddy God hears me every moment of every day, and He's the most important of them all."
Blah, blah, blah, never a word
Just sounds that pound and hack
Not trying to be mean
But something in his speak
That pulls and lack
....meaning
I can hear, "Compassion!"
I'm supposed to enter in
To his unspoken pain
Non-verbals are loud
And ears must be atuned
To catch the vibrations of the insane
...grief-laden individual
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Can you reflect the sorrow
Of the great and small
Oh, no! Look! Scratches
On the gray paint
That matches
....them all
I'm disqualified....right!?!
How can I tell the man
Who blathers on and on
About everything and nothing
That my hearing has been hacked
And his words AREn't empty
He has always been saying...somthing
...and that...well....it's
ME....it's always been...me
....little ole me
hearing NOTHING at all.
Written by Trudy Schrader on 03-13-2018
Note: I heard someone say, "And what do you do with clients who are talking so fast, who want to make sure they are heard?" I perked up like a curious pooch...thinking, "Is that why I do that? Well, I can stop, because Daddy God hears me every moment of every day, and He's the most important of them all."
Monday, March 12, 2018
NEGATING NARRATIVE
She stood at the threshold of the door
Resisting the pull to come in
Safer back in the dark, familiar
Of where she had recently been
Dark figures took her sides
Whispering reasons to stay
She tried not to listen
But her fears made her easy prey
Logic was her faithful friend
Yet reason was failing from the weight
Sorrow, grief, and despair
Had built her a fortified gate
She felt so safe behind the steel
That prevented her to fully feel
....alive
"OH...I want to believe...in change
I could almost hope, living could be good
But the RULES...the pleasure and safety of RIGHT
Only give me what I SHOULD
....do."
In anger and frustration, she stepped over the line
Feeling and breathing air for the first time
....since trauma came
The voices squealed to a halt
Not being able to enter this new light
She was aware of where she had been
Fighting for the peace in the darkness of night
Suddenly, new voices came to her ear
Whispering things that couldn't be true
She could focus on their presence
Or think of ways to get through
...the lies
For the first time ever, she said aloud
"You are liars. I am loved and seen
You know nothing of my heart
I've been made clean
Get out of my life and never come back
I don't need you. I have no lack.
LOVE is all I need!"
She set into motion, a new way to walk
She needed armed TRUTH to negate
The ratta-tat-tat of lies
That form a story to constantly narrate
...fear, doubt, and unbelief
THAT
LOVE, is ALLLLLLL I need!!!
Written by Trudy Schrader on 03-12-2018
Resisting the pull to come in
Safer back in the dark, familiar
Of where she had recently been
Dark figures took her sides
Whispering reasons to stay
She tried not to listen
But her fears made her easy prey
Logic was her faithful friend
Yet reason was failing from the weight
Sorrow, grief, and despair
Had built her a fortified gate
She felt so safe behind the steel
That prevented her to fully feel
....alive
"OH...I want to believe...in change
I could almost hope, living could be good
But the RULES...the pleasure and safety of RIGHT
Only give me what I SHOULD
....do."
In anger and frustration, she stepped over the line
Feeling and breathing air for the first time
....since trauma came
The voices squealed to a halt
Not being able to enter this new light
She was aware of where she had been
Fighting for the peace in the darkness of night
Suddenly, new voices came to her ear
Whispering things that couldn't be true
She could focus on their presence
Or think of ways to get through
...the lies
For the first time ever, she said aloud
"You are liars. I am loved and seen
You know nothing of my heart
I've been made clean
Get out of my life and never come back
I don't need you. I have no lack.
LOVE is all I need!"
She set into motion, a new way to walk
She needed armed TRUTH to negate
The ratta-tat-tat of lies
That form a story to constantly narrate
...fear, doubt, and unbelief
THAT
LOVE, is ALLLLLLL I need!!!
Written by Trudy Schrader on 03-12-2018
Tuesday, March 6, 2018
I WILL NOT STOP FOR...grief
It came to me in the brightest day
No...no...tis night, I can not stay
I'm a busy unemployed woman
Losing all for...
....what was it again
~LOVE~
There were days when my nights were black
And nights when I raced to the bed
Working with my LOVE on fears
Things in life that make one dread
....breathing, again
I trudged along, moment by moment
Stopping to take in my sorrow
Hoping to God, for my LOVE to arrive
And keep me in the...marrow
...from dying within my bones
Light, night,light, night
I mustn't let my children see...me...struggle
Their little hearts long to believe in MAGIC
I can't share...I believe I'm a muggle
The ONE THING I am NOT...is a coward
I will see this til the bitter end
Though I see none walking with me
Limited are the hands wanting to lend
...help to the stupid
Why did I have to lose
Isn't LOVE supposed to make you WIN! WIN! WIN!
Favor, flavor, savory riches of your neighbor
Houses...lost mine
Cars....lost mine
Husband....lost mine
Kids...lost mine
Dignity.....lost mine
Name.....lost mine
Do ya see it?
No....I will not entertain you...I haven't time for you
Grief
While I'm set on relief
....can't keep up with the losses
.....I'm gaining, what, my LOVE
A treasure out of this world...............something no one can value but me.
Grief has risen to my throat
He's choking out my breath
My pressed down meals
Are resting in my chest
Please, I can't take in one more bite
My pressing is beginning to fight
Forgive me, I need a hole
My throat is releasing the flow
....sorrow, anguish, bitterness of soul
I press into another hole
Finally, letting it flow....out from my River
Written by Trudy Schrader on 02-06-2018
Note: I'm a verbal processor. Third poem usually does the trick. I'm as surprised as you are. Who knew it was grief, causing me flow issues?
No...no...tis night, I can not stay
I'm a busy unemployed woman
Losing all for...
....what was it again
~LOVE~
There were days when my nights were black
And nights when I raced to the bed
Working with my LOVE on fears
Things in life that make one dread
....breathing, again
I trudged along, moment by moment
Stopping to take in my sorrow
Hoping to God, for my LOVE to arrive
And keep me in the...marrow
...from dying within my bones
Light, night,light, night
I mustn't let my children see...me...struggle
Their little hearts long to believe in MAGIC
I can't share...I believe I'm a muggle
The ONE THING I am NOT...is a coward
I will see this til the bitter end
Though I see none walking with me
Limited are the hands wanting to lend
...help to the stupid
Why did I have to lose
Isn't LOVE supposed to make you WIN! WIN! WIN!
Favor, flavor, savory riches of your neighbor
Houses...lost mine
Cars....lost mine
Husband....lost mine
Kids...lost mine
Dignity.....lost mine
Name.....lost mine
Do ya see it?
No....I will not entertain you...I haven't time for you
Grief
While I'm set on relief
....can't keep up with the losses
.....I'm gaining, what, my LOVE
A treasure out of this world...............something no one can value but me.
Grief has risen to my throat
He's choking out my breath
My pressed down meals
Are resting in my chest
Please, I can't take in one more bite
My pressing is beginning to fight
Forgive me, I need a hole
My throat is releasing the flow
....sorrow, anguish, bitterness of soul
I press into another hole
Finally, letting it flow....out from my River
Written by Trudy Schrader on 02-06-2018
Note: I'm a verbal processor. Third poem usually does the trick. I'm as surprised as you are. Who knew it was grief, causing me flow issues?
DON'T MESS WITH MY HOUSE
A child, crippled by a tragic accident
Learned how to excel in sorrow
Never listening to words
That would encumber his bright tomorrow
Who cares if he's a paralytic
It has nothing to do with his mind
A ray of hope pulled him forward
Through the sludge of the unkind
In high school, he began to set his path
For college and a full life
Occasionally, he would entertain thoughts
Of dating, maybe even a wife
......no kids...never any kids
He had no idea what a slippery slope
A single thought could be
But the tiny little prick, became a hole
Causing the paralytic to eventually
....despair
Because of his condition, the govt. gave aid
Set him up in a nice accessible home
A nurse would help with difficult task
And with his motorized chair, he was free to roam
The moments leaped into decades
As he sat alone, in a house full of fears
Trash and dirt accumlated
Shut off and off limits to eyes that wanted to leer
...and judge
One would think the nurse would care
At least enough to speak
But to her, he was a job
She viewed him as crippled, weak
He should find the will to pull the trigger
But he didn't have the willpower to move
What's the point in trying
When you know you'll lose
...again, and again
One day, a man knocked on his door
He yelled for him to enter in
But with the door locked and bolted
And his mess, a testament to where he'd been
The man kept knocking, not going away
So the paralytic screamed out in pain
The man at the door, gently spoke
"Would you like to walk again?"
Oooweee, he wanted to rage and war
But he knew he MUST answer that door
So, he gathered all his strength to move
This time, was the ONE time, he must not LOSE
One roll at a time, he finally made it to the door
Unlocked it and opened it wide
The light flooded in
Nearly blinding his darkened eyes
The man repeated, "Would you like to walk again?"
The paralytic answered with a resounding, "Yes!!!"
The man said, "Then get up and walk!"
Immediately, all his fears began to pull and press
...against his hope
Looking into his eyes of love
He dare not disobey
So, he left his sorrow
And began to make his way
...home
The neighbors talked of the miracle
And the total change in the paralytic's life
In the passage of time,
He took to himself, a beautiful wife
Six months, after their son was born
His wife and child died in an accidental fire
He was left in the despair and sorrow
Of gained and lost desire
It didn't take long til he was back in the place
Where trash and fears accumulate
Though his legs worked well, as they should
Nothing or no one would bring him to investigate
...his thoughts
Written by Trudy Schrader on 02-06-2018
Note: Everyone has a story, and most are hidden beneath a blanket of fear. What is his?
Learned how to excel in sorrow
Never listening to words
That would encumber his bright tomorrow
Who cares if he's a paralytic
It has nothing to do with his mind
A ray of hope pulled him forward
Through the sludge of the unkind
In high school, he began to set his path
For college and a full life
Occasionally, he would entertain thoughts
Of dating, maybe even a wife
......no kids...never any kids
He had no idea what a slippery slope
A single thought could be
But the tiny little prick, became a hole
Causing the paralytic to eventually
....despair
Because of his condition, the govt. gave aid
Set him up in a nice accessible home
A nurse would help with difficult task
And with his motorized chair, he was free to roam
The moments leaped into decades
As he sat alone, in a house full of fears
Trash and dirt accumlated
Shut off and off limits to eyes that wanted to leer
...and judge
One would think the nurse would care
At least enough to speak
But to her, he was a job
She viewed him as crippled, weak
He should find the will to pull the trigger
But he didn't have the willpower to move
What's the point in trying
When you know you'll lose
...again, and again
One day, a man knocked on his door
He yelled for him to enter in
But with the door locked and bolted
And his mess, a testament to where he'd been
The man kept knocking, not going away
So the paralytic screamed out in pain
The man at the door, gently spoke
"Would you like to walk again?"
Oooweee, he wanted to rage and war
But he knew he MUST answer that door
So, he gathered all his strength to move
This time, was the ONE time, he must not LOSE
One roll at a time, he finally made it to the door
Unlocked it and opened it wide
The light flooded in
Nearly blinding his darkened eyes
The man repeated, "Would you like to walk again?"
The paralytic answered with a resounding, "Yes!!!"
The man said, "Then get up and walk!"
Immediately, all his fears began to pull and press
...against his hope
Looking into his eyes of love
He dare not disobey
So, he left his sorrow
And began to make his way
...home
The neighbors talked of the miracle
And the total change in the paralytic's life
In the passage of time,
He took to himself, a beautiful wife
Six months, after their son was born
His wife and child died in an accidental fire
He was left in the despair and sorrow
Of gained and lost desire
It didn't take long til he was back in the place
Where trash and fears accumulate
Though his legs worked well, as they should
Nothing or no one would bring him to investigate
...his thoughts
Written by Trudy Schrader on 02-06-2018
Note: Everyone has a story, and most are hidden beneath a blanket of fear. What is his?
DISMISSING DANDY
Walking along the way
Dandy spotted an old friend
Ignorant enough to believe
Relationships never end
He said, "Hi!"
Sally and her husband diverted
Trying to quickly move along
But Dandy followed, in concern
Sensing something had gone wrong
Just as they thought they were clear
A tap on Sally's shoulder brought great fear
.....in one dreadful moment
Face to face with Dandy, they were
Not moving out of the interaction
Like continuing to eat
In spite of bowel impaction
Then, he spoke...
"I didn't know if you heard me
I just had to come say hello
I'm delivered, healed, and whole
Just wanted to let you know
....the new me"
"Truly, Dandy, we are in such a hurry
So many commitments, gotta go"
Quickly, they entered into a sprint
Followed by a "Good to see ya...though."
Dandy's heart was crushed
By stampeding elephants...going nowhere
No matter how much better one is
The pretentious will not be moved to care
...about Dandy.
Written by Trudy Schrader on 03-06-2018
Note: Ugh! So incredibly frustrated, and this is the first poem. I'm sure there will be two more before I get the the core of the problem.
Dandy spotted an old friend
Ignorant enough to believe
Relationships never end
He said, "Hi!"
Sally and her husband diverted
Trying to quickly move along
But Dandy followed, in concern
Sensing something had gone wrong
Just as they thought they were clear
A tap on Sally's shoulder brought great fear
.....in one dreadful moment
Face to face with Dandy, they were
Not moving out of the interaction
Like continuing to eat
In spite of bowel impaction
Then, he spoke...
"I didn't know if you heard me
I just had to come say hello
I'm delivered, healed, and whole
Just wanted to let you know
....the new me"
"Truly, Dandy, we are in such a hurry
So many commitments, gotta go"
Quickly, they entered into a sprint
Followed by a "Good to see ya...though."
Dandy's heart was crushed
By stampeding elephants...going nowhere
No matter how much better one is
The pretentious will not be moved to care
...about Dandy.
Written by Trudy Schrader on 03-06-2018
Note: Ugh! So incredibly frustrated, and this is the first poem. I'm sure there will be two more before I get the the core of the problem.
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