Sexy Earl then asked us to write down on a piece of paper what we
were feeling guilty about. Then he said to crumble the paper up and
come up front. At this spot we would throw the list under the blanket
that covered up the trash bag. Then we would step forward to stomp
on the calculator as GOD does not count up our sins.
I have shared all this because I wanted you to understand the story of
the poem written above.
You see when I made out my list there were things on there I expected
but suddenly I found myself writing down my guilt for the death of my
son Josiah (age ten death from a brain tumor) (It is hard typing now as
I am crying hard you know)
It has been nearly five years since that long Saturday morning when
Josiah graduated to heavens eternal education. But here I was listing
his death as a guilt trip, because as a daddy I was unable to do anything
to save his life. I miss him so much more than any of you will ever know.
I did not know I had been feeling guilty like this...however the Spirit knew
and I had been in a state of depression over it and in many areas of my
life I had given up living fully for CHRIST and the ministry dreams.
But now I have been set free and I am moving to the best life now in triple
(anointing) speed Internet as fisher of men for the glory of GOD.
So please enjoy the poem (I have to wipe away these tears and my nose is
running) But one day I will be in the place where there is no more crying
and all tears are wiped away. Please be there and leave your trash behind
there is no room at the eternal inn.
Happy Blessed Thanksgiving my dear friends in Jesus name!
written by Gabriel "Bull" Leonard
(photo taken on Dallas Creek Road near Telluride, CO.)