Aroou and the Witch

“Beck Moi Tchew!” You crack me up! I always knew that would come back to haunt me. After all it was just one time that it happened. I can count. It is not a problem at all. The issue is not in my counting, and I am not an idiot. All this started one night when I happened upon a witch’s hut. Of course I did not know she was a witch at the time. As I said, I happened upon the hut and came up to the front door. There on the doorstep was a scattered pile of coins that had to have fallen from the witch’s purse. I must have some kind of obsessive compulsive thing going as if there is something that it out of place I need to straighten them. So, that’s what I was trying to do. Pick them up and put them in a pile. I struggled to count more than twelve because I can not hold more than that many coins with my claws. They are just too long. You see they slip right through. I get to twelve and then I run out of room in my hands. The claws can not pick up or carry any more.

 As I tried to pick them up, I had gotten to twelve and they slipped out of my hands. It made a great noise and must have alerted the person inside. While I was trying to work faster I heard the rustle of the occupant. I was made. I tried to run but somehow tripped over my own feet and crashed into the ground kissing the cobblestone path. The door flew open and out she came with broom in hand. This is when I came to the conclusion that I had happened across the wrong hut. This was not going to be good. She was a witch all right, as she was chanting and incanting some sort of witchy spell. Sparks were coming out of her broom and some sort of vile smell was being emitted from a vial in her other hand. She threw the vial at me and missed by only inches. It went flying past me and broke on the ground just a few feet from me. The contents turned into a great neon green cloud. The smell was terrible and the reek permeated into everything, including me. I was starting to get woozy...tired...feeling sick. That is when the lightning came out of nowhere and hit me on the melon. Ooo weee, it was smarts! See this. (He lifted his hat and revealed a white stripe from the middle of his forehead to the back of his head.) That’s why I wear a hat so that I do not look like a damned skunk. I ran as fast as I could, into the woods deeper and deeper. I ran until the potion took over and I fell to the ground and was out. When I awoke, I was exactly where I had fallen asleep. The witch never bothered to follow. It was years later that I found out why. When she came out onto the cobblestone path and stepped on the coins I had piled there. She must have slipped on the coins, fell, and then hit her head on the stairs. She died right there. That is why to this day witches do not like me at all. Simply it is best to just stay out of their way. After all, witches be crazy!

Back?

It has been some time since any thing has been updated on the blog. I wonder where time goes? Anyway? I thought I might try posting some excerpts from some of my fiction. I know that I do not have many follower but at least I am sharing this with the "interwebs". Be Blessed and Be a Blessing!

O Sleeper, Let the Dreamer Dream

O Sleeper, Let the Dreamer Dream
By A.R. Bradseth


O Sleeper
Let the Dreamer dream
To dream of days
And dream of nights
O Sleeper
Let the Dreamer dream
To dream of dreams of long ago.
And dream of things yet to happen
They will dream of things yet to be done
O Sleeper
The power is your in hands
O Sleeper do you know?
The power is in your heart
O Sleeper do you know?
The power is yours to fulfill
O Sleeper do you know?
The power is there to kill the dreams
O Sleeper did you know?
Do not murder the Dreamer
O Sleeper do you realize your power?
Do not kill the dream
Embrace all that is good
Engage the one who is dreaming that they may dream
O Sleeper do you know what you have been given?
The power is there to help the dreams happen
O Sleeper
Let the Dreamer dream



© 2016 Emmanuel Transmission

Posting for the sake of posting

I have not forgotten the blog but simply have not chosen it to be part of my normal writing activity. I find myself wanting to be less polarizing. Less confrontational. Less of an agitator and more of someone that lets things go. Now that does not happen with everything. I am still a grump with my kids and wife unfortunately. I have tried to spend less time watching the news and even sports because of the aggression that is caused by it. In fact, because of the political climate it feels like a person does not dare say anything unless they want to be ostracized and ridiculed. There is such a need for peace in this world that I feel just like everything I have done has been for naught. Just all of this is me venting. I not even sure I will publish this, but it is so troubling that the world has slipped into such a disarray of hatred and haters. Has the golden rule been lost? Has the Greatest Commandment been dismantled? I am not so sure anymore.

So, my energy has been placed in my fiction. Thankfully that after 21 years of preaching I have a little bit of material to rework. My fiction has been giving me some renewed energy to write. If something comes of it, that is to be seen. however it is still something that provides some creative energy to flow.
Be Blessed and be a Blessing!
Anthony

A Blessed Nation

I am a Patriot!

I love the United States of America.

I love my country in which I live.

I love to watch the Stars and Stripes of Old Glory fly.

I love the people of my country

I love life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness

I love freedom of religion, I love freedom of speech

I love freedom of the press, freedom to assemble, the freedom to bear arms.

I love The United States of America.

But I love God more. I Love God More!

There was a time when we had the Ten Commandments on the wall of the cafeteria.

There was a time that we took time in the morning to pray.

There was a time that the Bible was considered to be school literature.

There was a time when we said the pledge without anyone objecting.

There was a time when saying something is a sin was not considered a hate crime.

There was a time when being tolerant still meant you could have a Christian opinion.

But I love God More! I love God more.

Most of us can recently recall when our nation was a nation that held Judeo-Christian values.

We recall Presidents and political leaders praying in public.

We remember them asking for God to bless America.

We remember when the Rev. Billy Graham was one of the frequent advisors to the president.

We remember when Israel was considered to be an ally and not a preventer of peace.

We remember when America stood for freedom and justice.

And then I recall that I Love God more! I Love God More!

Our Nation has seen tragedy and victory.

Our Nation has fallen apart and stood together.

Our Nation grown in numbers and been high in spirit.

Our Nation has been struck down and yet bounced back up.

Our Nation has fought hard and yet abounds in compassion.

Our Nation has been compromised and yet been idolized.

And Still, I know I love God more! I love God more.

Long ago the Psalmist wrote:

¹² Blessed is the nation whose God is the LORD, the people whom he has chosen as his heritage! ¹³ The LORD looks down from heaven; he sees all the children of man; ¹⁴ from where he sits enthroned he looks out on all the inhabitants of the earth, ¹⁵  he who fashions the hearts of them all and observes all their deeds. Psalm 33:12-15 (ESV)

Is God watching us now? Is God seeing our deeds? Are we still part of God’s heritage? Are we a blessed Nation? Are we one Nation under God?

All I can do is answer for myself! I am a Patriot. I Love the United States of America.

But I love God More! I love God more!

Reflecting on Renewal

Luke 5:16 (ESV) ¹⁶ But he would withdraw to desolate places and pray.

Ahh, thanks I needed this. Have you said that before? I hope you have. My question is how often does the average pastor truly get away from the office and the church to be alone and pray? I would imagine that it is not nearly enough. I know so many folks that the only time they get out of the office is to make it to the hospital. I am not sure that is what Jesus intended ministry to be like. To be alone gives us a new perspective. We find that it is one of the very things that Jesus did over and over to keep his head in the ministry game. Ministry is tough. We have to be tough. And yet, like sandpaper on the skin, it will do more than irritate. I think it is necessary to step away so that we do not become too calloused. I share with you all to just take some time for reflection and renewal. It does not need to be much or even very long. Just go to a desolate place and pray. I believe that you will be renewed and will be blessed.

Relevance in Worship

I am one of those people who love to try new things. I like to go new places, try new restaurants and foods. Also I like to have new and inventive ideas for worship. This last Sunday was one such day.

First I want to say how awesome the people of Brushton UMC are in putting up with me. They have given me allowance to experiment, grow and heal. It is true that I owe them so very much. So let me tell you what happened last Sunday that truly opened my eyes.

It was one of those miserable January days in the NY North Country to say the least. The night before had brought us some snow and lots of freezing rain. My driveway was like a skating rink and the roads were icy. There was very little little travel going on and we knew that several cars were in the ditch. It was one of those days where I called several people and contemplated canceling the worship service. In the end, we called off Sunday School that morning and told people to use good judgement as to if they should try to make it in or not. When it came for worship we had only a small group, maybe a fifth of our normal attendance. But none of that was going to let any of us was going to let the weather or the attendance size get us down. In fact, I believe the intimate size of the group let to a very special movement of God.

I opened the service with a special Christmas number that I had done the week before. We continued with two congregational hymns and then had our offering. Normally we have communion on the first Sunday of the month but we decided to wait until next week for that. To continue, I did something that I had always wanted to do for many years. Of those present I asked for three different people to pick out three different sections or verses from the Bible. Then I asked for two minutes to read the verses and prepare. It was from those verses I would prepare a Gospel message for all of us there.

The first verse that was suggested was 1 Thessalonians 5:16-22 (ESV) ¹⁶ Rejoice always, ¹⁷ pray without ceasing, ¹⁸ give thanks in all circumstances; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you. ¹⁹ Do not quench the Spirit. ²⁰ Do not despise prophecies, ²¹ but test everything; hold fast what is good. ²² Abstain from every form of evil. The second verse that was shared was from Ecclesiastes 3:1-8, and lastly a short verse from James 1:17. I took only couple minutes as everyone was still looking up the verses for themselves and then I let the Holy Spirit lead me where He will.

There was no perfection to be found, neither was there an eloquence of words and structure. Instead there was something raw and beautiful. I do not recollect any exact words only that the theme that seemed to come out was from 1 Thes 5:16. This is the time for joy, this is the time for rejoicing. We have been through times of good and bad. There have been lots of seasons in our lives but what he gives us now is what is to be treasured and shared with the world around us. It is amazing that I can not remember most of what I said. So I leave it to the Holy Spirit to give meaning to the words spoken and the whole time of worship.

We concluded the service with the joys and prayers of the people. Not being able to speak for everyone, I got the overall feeling of being blessed. We sang our song of peace ("Shalom to You") and all went our way.

For some people this may not have been a big deal or something that was significant to them. For myself, I wanted to share how amazing God is. From the voices of a few came praise enough to fill the heavens. Praise God for His goodness! Even in midst of a few we find the relevance of worship.