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On Earth As It Is In Heaven

 

 

From A Friend in High Places

Credits: John Reid ©

 

 

People change along with world affairs and the condition of our physical bodies, but the one unchanging beauty of this world is found in nature where the unchanging mountains and lake give us a brief glimpse of a world some of us will enjoy forever.

 

Reflecting on wise counsel that says, “If you have nothing good to say it is best if you don't say anything.” These days after returning from Korea, have been set in an arena that demands super fine attunement to the cosmic dance of the universe along with an ear that waits patiently to discern the very still and very small voice of the Lord of the Dance.

My silence relating in great part to wanting to avoid offending anyone has also been associated with my efforts to utilize my hobby web page building in other ways. A very precious friend whom I met during the most wonderful period of my life has mysteriously made contact some 21 years after out last contact and well nigh 27 years from our first meeting in Alberta Canada where we happened to attend the same little college out on the grand open prairies of eastern Alberta.

I had been hitch-hiking the roads of North America telling everyone I met the absolutely wonderful story of how my life as a phenom facilitator of recreational pharmaceuticals was suddenly and miraculously changed after some powerful pistol packing persuaders from the local Mafia family convinced me that I needed to work for them or be dismantled one little part at a time; this encounter came just weeks after some very sincere Navy buddies told me that I really needed to get my life in line with He who holds the key to all life and death. Alone and frightened, my so called "friends" left me and ran when they found out the Mafia had come calling at our house. As a wayward scientist, I finally fell to my knees and thought, “What have I got to lose? If this Jesus story is false I still have all the fear of a slow death to look forward to but if He was real, then perhaps I could find a way to get out of the death trap I was in. There in the kitchen where I had been left alone I prayed, “Dear Jesus, I don't know if You are real or a fairy tail, but if You are real please help me!” In a single moment all fear vanished as if a veil had been lifted off the entrance to a dark cave letting in the light of the bright warm Sun.

From that dark night to the next day my life changed as my neighbor called over the fence to ask if I could give him a hand at his place of work; I said sure and soon I found I was working in a high school where I became an educator for children. My life hasn't changed since that life amazing moment way back 35 years ago. All I knew was the fact that there is power to cast away the fear of death be found in the name of Jesus.

Satan didn't give up trying to derail my new life which began on a dark night in a kitchen in southern California . There was so much junk in my life that needed to be purged out before I was truly ready to serve among his precious lambs of youngest children just beginning school. The purging process began after I visited a New Age community in Scotland where my weakest points were exploited to try and break my connection with God through Christ. It took eight years of literal wilderness wanderings before I was finally but firmly directed to attend a special little college out on the prairies in Three Hills Alberta. It was at this college that I met my friend John Reid who had come there from Ontario to follow the course of studies offered at this school. John was the only person to meet me at the height of my calling to serve the Source of divine Love. After meeting John at this pinnacle of my life; we parted ways and I went off to my new life in Alaska serving among the Korean people.

Years later John came to visit me in Alaska and we took a trip of epic proportions reaching the most wonderful points of beauty this land in the far north has to offer; from the top of Eagle Summit where we saw the midnight sun to the lofty mysterious Harding Ice Field with its blinding white snow and ice several thousand feet thick. I took John through some glacial rivers where the milky white waters flow at temperatures just above freezing that quickly cause those who walk through their swiftly flowing course to lose all sensation in their feet and legs; a dangerous event that could cause one to stumble and fall to their death in waters that would swiftly bring on third stage hypothermia in minutes. I was worried that my trekking was endangering my friend's life and making his visit to the Last Frontier more of a torture course rather than a vacation.

Before John left he mentioned a song entitled, “Friends” by Michael W, Smith. In this song the words say, “Friends are friends forever if the Lord is the Lord of them.” I saw John to the airport to board his flight back to Canada but my heart felt low as I felt my savage tour of a hard land may have hurt my friend John and I may never see him again. That is how it happened, he got on that flight back to Canada and I never heard from him again. As the years went by I remembered the words to the song he had shared, “Friends are friends forever if the Lord is the Lord of them” honestly wondering if our friendship would survive the difficult efforts to see as much of Alaska in a few weeks as possible.

More than twenty years past and in that time I went through ten years of trying to help a blind friend make it through college and spent eleven years in Korea where I experienced things that I'm still trying to rise out of. As the last vestiges of Satan's final dark attack fall away from my life, I received an e-mail in February 2010 from my friend John. His contact was equivalent to throwing a life line across the stormy waves of a dark ocean I have been caught in that connected me back to the power associated with the pinnacle of my life more than twenty years ago.

With his sincere friendship he has been the instrument in the hands of God who loves me enough to help me out of a sinister dark time of my life. John remains a steadfast friend who spends all of his free time in the high places seen the above image.

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Wherefore, beloved... be diligent that ye may be found of Him in peace, without spot, and blameless,--2 PETER iii. 14.

 

 

His conscience knows no secret stings,
While grace and joy combine
To form a life whose holy springs
Are hidden and divine.

I. WATTS

 

 

Even the smallest discontent of conscience may render turbid the whole temper of the mind; but only produce the effort that restores its peace, and over the whole atmosphere a breath of unexpected purity is spread; doubt and irritability pass as clouds away; the withered sympathies of earth and home open their leaves and live; and through the clearest blue the deep is seen of the heaven where God resides.

J. MARTINEAU.

The state of mind which is described as meekness, or quietness of spirit, is characterized in a high degree by inward harmony. There is not, as formerly, that inward jarring of thought contending with thought, and conscience asserting rights which it could not maintain.

T. C. UPHAM.

 

 

 

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