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Thursday, December 5, 2019

Your Dying Spouse 706 - General Jesus MacArthur {FMF}

I have a flat belly. I'm not saying that as a matter of pride, but when I look down, I can now see the tumour in the navel, bulging out. And that sucks.

So too, one on my forearm, by my elbow...who would have believed that?

Things just aren't going well, I'm tired, and sometimes I have the nagging thought...just give in, give up, let go of life.

Fall into the arms of Jesus.

Trouble, is, Jesus isn't entertaining my arm-falling application. He's puffing on His corncob pipe, looing at me through His Ray-Bans, and expecting me to quit whining.

He looks a bit like MacArthur.

Duty, honour, country. His country.

And He's right. If I give in, say I've gone as far as I can go, I'll negate of everything I've lived and written.

Faith and hope were conditional, after all.

But it cannot be thus; faith and hope may be conditioned only by death in God's service.

Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
Or close the wall up with our English dead.
In peace there's nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility;
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger. . . .

William Shakespeare, Henry V, Act 3, Scene 1

And so, we step out onto the wire, and below lies the abyss.

Every day the danger grows;
with every step along the wire,
from below the hot wind blows
and the flames are rising higher.
The rising smoke swirls and hides
the other end; how far to go?
The wire sways, the shifting tides
of fear that those who dare must know.
Another foot, I slide and pause,
and then the next, with pounding heart
that will not bow to safety's laws;
for glory I must play my part.
Some call me mad, some call me brave,
but I must walk, my soul to save.

This sonnet first appeared on December 2, 2019, as a comment on Joe Sicardi's blog post, To Dare Mighty Things, on his excellent blog, Father Says.

Here's a video clip from the marvelous film The Walk, set to music.

Thanks to Carol Ashby, Blessed Are The Pure Of Heart is back on Kindle, and will be available in paperback soon.

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  1. Am praying, Andrew, that Jesus himself lets you know EXACTLY when to let go. That you have no doubt and that at that point you are willing completely to follow his command (against your usual M.O.) and do it. Until then, my friend, I still pray for daily relief, and for His incredible peace in this hard, hard process. And as always, thank you for all the fruit you've handed our way.

    1. Jane, thank you so much for this...and I agree, He's got to tell me exactly...and when He does, I'm reay to do it. I won't quibble. (Love that word,'quibble')

      I am so grateful for your presence here, your loving and affirming words, and most especially your prayers.

  2. Andrew, I will never be able to get this image of Jesus out of my head. *laughing* xo

    1. Susan, I'm so glad I could give you a laugh! XOXOXO

  3. praying peace upon you today Andrew,it's the best I can offer.

    1. It's the perfect offering, Annette. Thank you.

  4. Like Susan, I'm struck by your image of Jesus :) And I understand your desire to fall into his arms after all you've been through. Praying for you for the strength you need.

    1. I'm so glad you liked this,Lesley, and so grateful for your prayers.

  5. More beautiful poetry from an inspiring poet.

    1. Jan, wow...I am really honoured. You just made my day.

  6. Sorry to hear that your tumors are visible...how freaky and weird it must be to see the insides! I hope that you continue to find the joy in the Rayban version of Jesus. We are all under his watch after all! Merry Christmas. Chin up.

    1. Jennifer, yeah...weird and freaky does describe it. And you're right, we are under His watch, and so...we're safe.

      Merry Christmas to you and yours!

  7. Keep smiling.....anyway. I think you do well. Bless you, my friend.

    1. My dear Norma, thank you for this lovely affirmation!

  8. Best. Post. Ever. I can get behind MacArthur Jesus 110%. Love your sense of humor, wonder, and determination.

    1. Jerimi, I'm so glad this resonated with you! Thank you so much for being here.

  9. Faith, hope and love! Always praying friend!

    1. The big three, so needed! Thank you so much, dear Tara.