Desperadoes Waiting For A Train – Part Three

As a professional aviator for more years than I care to count, I always remembered a poem from a Si-Fi short story I read so long, long ago called “The Cool Green Hills Of Earth”. I think it was a song as well.

I heard that poem go through my mind, strange how that happens somehow every once in a while…

“I pray for one last landing,

On the globe that gave me birth,

Let me rest my eyes, on the fleecy skies,

And the cool green hills of Earth…”

 

That verse came to my mind the other day,

I think it was because I was reading it

When I heard my mom cry out to me from downstairs…

“Daddy’s dead….

Go to Charlie’s and get help…”

She was beside herself, you know she really did love him…

She was in shock, but she was strong to us…she was reeling inside, but she was strong to us…

So I ran to the neighbors, not really understanding what had happened…

They were sitting at the table, eating if I remember right,

And I cried, “daddy’s dead, can you come, momma wants you to come…”

They all jumped up and ran to the house

The neighbors all came…it all happened so fast it was, now I don’t remember, maybe I don’t want to…

He had left a note to tell them where he could be found…

I was about 12 or so, don’t remember; don’t want to maybe…

I remember the last time I saw him I was going up the stairs to my room and he was coming down

And we passed there I said hi, and he said hi back…

That was it…that was all there was…never saw him alive again…

Here now, gone in an instant…

Do you hear me? Here today, gone today, you never know…

Life sucks, doesn’t it?

We take it all for granted, please don’t…

Maybe that is why I am as I am today – that we take all of this for granted, and

We should not, we should value every second, every minute, every hour and every day.

Did you tell anyone you loved them today? They might not be here tomorrow…

Did you hear that five teenagers died last night – Judy, Betty, Mary, Bill and Susie all passed away in an awful accident…I wonder where they are now…

Everyone was so sure they would be in school the next day, they were so sure…but it was not meant to be…they shut down the school for the day, hundreds went to the service…

I had a friend many years ago, dead now, but he and I were the best of buddies, he was a truck driver, drove 18 wheelers. I miss him still. Do you miss anyone? Have you told them?

We were sitting at the airport one day, watching the airplanes land and takeoff, it was an old bench, and we would sit there and talk for hours.

He told me he was driving to Boston one day, on an open stretch of road; saw a car pull out of a driveway, entire family, Dad, Mom and three kids. He said they looked right at him, and stopped, so he did not slow down – suddenly the car pulled right out in front of him, he killed them all. Never got over it, but he said there was nothing he could do, nothing…still it haunted him. He had a sad look as he spoke if it…wiped out an entire family, you see how quickly it comes sometimes?

Here today, not here today…

Do you hear me, really?

Now I look back through the mists of 70+ years, looking though eyes far wiser, far wetter from tears and much sorrow…

Far more opened than ever before….

Having met Jesus Christ face to face, not even being religious at all…

He called me out, never have figured out why, I am such a poor excuse for a Christian, it makes me weep sometimes, a Judas…

The Bible is true, all of it…it really is no matter what you may think, it means exactly what is says.

All I wanted was the truth, that’s all – tell me the truth behind life, that’s all…

No matter what it is…so I searched it out and Jesus is the only truth there is…

But then I knew the secret behind all of life itself,

 Jesus showed me what it was…and it was Him…it was Divine Love, there is nothing like it. So vast, so deep, so all encompassing, and we are cut off from it, it is veiled from us, but you can find it if you really want to… you see, we are lost creatures, desperados waiting for the train…

So we struggle, we seek answers, but in all the wrong places,

We are like promiscuous women, sleeping with anyone thinking it is love somehow…

So we search for the answers with our microscopes, our telescopes and all in between. Looking for love in all the wrong places – they will never find it; never find the real God Particle cause it isn’t there…

It can only be found by individual people now, those who will search it out, for the answer really is within them – just as Jesus said it was. It isn’t easy, but God said He was for us, and if the Lord is for us, who can be against us? Maybe we need to grab hold of the promises…

Divine love, so hidden it is, such a mystery. So much argument over it, but all one has to do is what Jesus told them to do and they could find it, but it is the hardest thing you will ever do.  But if you set your heart to it, He will show you…

 

But more to the truth we are all desperadoes waiting for a train

Oh yes the cool green hills of Earth, lest I forget…

A planet lost; an entire planet in rebellion, a planet that hates the real creator and does not even know it, all desperadoes waiting for that train and soon it will be here.

 

And now I ask myself, could I have said something to my Dad,

To him, to make him reconsider, to interrupt plans he had made in his heart and mind….

To bring the love of the Lord he did not believe in to his heart…

Maybe I could have, but then again, it is what it is….

Could the Lord have put something in my heart so that day would not have been…

It was a rainy day, dark and damp…

He had gone to deep woods and hung himself, so cut him down and brought him back

The undertaker came, drove away…my Dad was a desperado waiting for a train, and

The train came for him

My life changed after that…

 

I sucked as a kid, disobedient – I got lots of real bad whippings…

I grew to hate him and I dreamed he would come back and whip me again…

For years, but then as I grew older,

I thanked the Lord for my Dad because he had taken the time to discipline me…it was true love I came to find out later…

Beating the foolishness out of me…

You can’t do that today, you know, they call it child abuse, but it saved my life, the Bible is always right you know… I would most likely either be in prison or dead somehow, so now I know he saved my life….and my other Dad, the one in heaven, He saved my life too. Funny how that works.

Always looking for some way, there must be some way,

I cry into the night – there must be some way to reach them all, somehow,

You know the people around you, family, friends that are not really, but only seem to be…

Lord, is there a way – got to be a way to warn them all…

But then again, maybe they don’t even care at all, never will. The Lord knows…

After all, if YOU could not reach them with all the miracles and all…

Everyone makes their choices, everyone has their priorities.

You can tell them by what they do, not by what they say…

Disappointing sometimes, but you do find out what means more to someone by what they do. They will always do what means more to them, often a total contradiction to what they tell you…not always, but most of the time.

And other commitments as well…you can always tell…

“OH, I really wanted so much to be there with you, you know, but this other thing came up, sorry, I just can’t make it…”

 So the other thing meant more to them, or they would have said to that “other thing”, I can’t be there. Sorry”. So you always know, that is how you tell where things sit. Might as well know now before the rubber hits the road – many an excuse will always be offered, but that is what they really are, excuses to cover over the REAL PRIORITY of their heart. It wasn’t you.

This is why Jesus pounded it home, I think, don’t RSVP me and then not show up. Don’t let ANYTHING get in the way and if it does, your priorities are showing themselves…blood, they say, is always thicker than water…If you don’t love Jesus more that your family, you might as well forget it.

Same with loves. What is loved more? It is obvious if you just watch…

I wonder sometimes how many marriages were destroyed by the corporations – where climbing the ladder to the top meant so much more than being with those they claimed they loved…

I heard about it somewhere, not sure where, really, but I have seen the wreckage. It’s all about priorities, that which you really love is that which you will do…

So when Jesus came down here, what was His priority? He loved life, but He chose death. Why? Because your salvation meant more to Him than anything else – quit lying to yourself. Quit making excuses. Your heart is shown by what you do, not by what you say. Better to just shut up and not say anything…

They are a most mysterious race these homo-sapiens… all messed up in the head, are they worth saving???

Let me think – someone thought so, I think I heard about that somewhere. I wonder where it was…

They called it Calvary, I think it was, sometime long ago something went down there I think it was…

Some event most people reject but should not… I think they called it redemption or something like that. A purchase…

I hear a train whistle in the fog ahead, I see the glow of the locomotive beginning to show

I think maybe it is coming for the desperadoes…

And then it will be too late for you, you know, way too late. That report you had to make? That job you just had to have? That promotion that was so important?

Just one more day, one more week, one more month and I am out of here, Jesus, just give me a little more time, that’s all I need, just a little more time. That last grain of sand just went through your hourglass. To bad, so sad.  Gone now. Gone forever now, that icy hand of death came to visit you – are you ready for it?

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So all your friends and family, they gathered at your grave site, said their goodbyes and left for home, to watch the latest news and football game. Some will remember, some will not, you know, life goes on… Go figure…

Do you hear what the Spirit is saying to you???

 

 

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Ever So Closer – The Russian Bear Awakens & 322

March 1, 2014

Putin Sends Feared Shock Troops Division Into Ukraine, Warns Obama Is “Unstable” 

Perestroika and Glasnost were political maneuvers to lull the West to sleep, to gather strength for the last mile – Ezekiel 38 and 39. A restructuring as it were, but those who were watching also knew what Jeremiah the prophet had said thousands of years ago – a so-called break-up of the former Soviet Empire was really not what is seemed.  Political Theater can be very misleading especially if you are not aware of Old Testament prophecy.

So what is all of this mess in the Ukraine? I thought former Ambassador John Bolton summed it up pretty well – a gathering together once again of what everyone said was lost – but was it?  The Ukraine is a great prize for Russia, and after all, why not grab it now, Obama is all wind and no action.  Have said it before, and I will say it again, PUTIN is a master player, do not underestimate him.

We are seeing the foreshadows of the great Ezekiel battle coming into view. The Lord and Satan are slowly gathering the nations together for the final conflict – and also the final and greatest of delusions. And it appears to be right on time – are we going to enter Daniel’s lost week real soon? No one knows, but the signs are developing rapidly that it could be so.

John Kerry is pushing Israel into the Covenant With Death fast now. His nine month push is almost over and Bibi appears to be going along with this, but it must be something he knows is not wise. The Vatican is in on the mix. Things are beginning to roll – and they will take the world by surprise. It is not long now and the last mile for humanity will have been run.

And then we have article that appeared last year concerning 3-4-2014 or some would say if you know codes 3-22 you know, 3-and 4 + 2+2 or 322 the number for the skull and bones.

MEANS: U.S. economy on schedule to crash March 4, 2014

America’s fall will take global economies with it

By Grady Means

Thursday, October 25, 2012

Those wild and crazy Mayans put down their marker that the end of the world would occur on Dec. 21, 2012 — about two months from now. There is, of course, some small chance that they might be right. On the other hand, there is a very large probability that the real end of the world will occur around March 4, 2014.

The doomsday clock will ring then because the U.S. economy may fully crash around that date, which will, in turn, bring down all world economies and all hope of any recovery for the foreseeable future — certainly over the course of most of our lifetimes.

Interest rateshttp://images.intellitxt.com/ast/adTypes/icon1.png will skyrocket, businesses will fail, unemployment will go to record levels, material and food shortages will be rampant, and there could be major social unrest.

Any wishful thinking that America is in a “recovery” and that “things are getting better” is an illusion.

The problem is not Medicare, which won’t quit on us for another six or seven years. Nor is it Social Security, which will not be fully bankrupt for another 15 years or so. The crisis is much more immediate and much more serious.

The central problem is that America is the bankhttp://images.intellitxt.com/ast/adTypes/icon1.png of the world. What this means, simply, is that the dollar is the world’s currency (often termed the “reserve currency”).

Throughout the world, nearly all traded goods, oil, major commoditieshttp://images.intellitxt.com/ast/adTypes/icon1.png, real estate, etc., are denominated in dollars.

The world needs dollars, and the U.S. provides them and provides confidence that the dollar is the “safest” currency in the world. Countries get dollars by trading with us on attractive terms, which enables Americans to live very well.

Countries support this system and cover their risk by investinghttp://images.intellitxt.com/ast/adTypes/icon1.png in dollars through T-bill auctions and other mechanisms, which enables us to run budget deficits — up to a point.

The central issue is confidence in America, and the world is losing confidence quickly.”

So now sooner or later, and most people would pray later, but then again “later” arrives sooner or later, right? Or is it like tomorrow that never comes? Who knows – I suspect we will when it happens.Right?

 

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Desperadoes Waiting For a Train – Part Two

I walked along that old dirt road, through the slowly drifting fog, the moonlight now bright

As I moved along, I came to this place

The sign in front said Care Home…

The lights were on, so I went inside,

Maybe I could find some answers here, I thought…

I came across this old lady, sitting there in her wheel chair,

Her head was bowed down, sort of like she was sleeping…

So I knelt down in front of her and looked at her blue eyes,

Oh they were open…still bright…

I said to her, “what are you doing here?”

She looked a bit confused, like who wanted to know, no one else seemed to want to…

Her hands shook as she moved them towards me…

She gathered herself together and sat upright, but it took some effort…

Her fingers and hands were disfigured from arthritis and years of hard work…

Her face deeply lined, etched in the acids of time, but still you knew many years ago she was a pretty woman…loved by someone maybe…

“Who wants to know,” she said softly…

So I said, “I do, I want to know about you, your life, could you tell me….?”

A tear came to her eye, rolled down her cheek. She shook, her lips quivered…she started to cry…

Oh my God, I thought, does not anyone care at all? Has no one ever asked? Has no one cared enough to inquire even a little? Has Satan used her all up and now well, you know, discard her now, her life, well, who cares anyhow…

I wondered what wisdom lay inside the caverns of her memories – you can’t live that long without practical wisdom and a dose of common sense, I thought to myself…

So I reached up and I hugged her, held her to me… she sobbed a long time it seemed… no one loved her really, not anymore…she was just a useless castaway now, society would rather see her dead…

She started tell me about her life, when she was little girl, her sisters, her brothers, her mom and dad, school, marriage her kids, all of it… it was like no one had asked her anything, and now it came all rolling out, and how her eyes  began to sparkle and she began to smile as she recalled her children…and her loving Harry.

“Oh, he was such a dear to me”, she said, “such a wonderful loving man…” her voice trailed off…

She gathered herself together again…”he was my best friend, you know…my very best friend, we would just sit and talk forever about everything, I told him I loved him every morning, every noontime and every night…I don’t think there is enough of that now…” She looked down at her knurled hands.

“We would go for walks, hand in hand, oh how I miss my Harry…”

“What happened, may I ask?”

“He took sick, got worse over a week or so, called me to his side one night, and said “Ruthie, my Ruthie, I am going away now, thank you for loving me…” and he died right there, like he went to sleep. It was so hard for me, really hard you know when… her voice trailed off to silence…

“Your children, tell me about your children, where are they?”

Silence…

So I said, “Do you see them often?”

She shook her head, “no, have not seen them now for several years it seems, but I have pictures”, she smiled as she pulled them out of the little bag she had with her. I guess that was all she had now, those pictures and few little things…

They were all so worn and faded now, she must have looked at them a hundred times a day, hoping, maybe she would see them come down the long hallway, but it was a lost hope, a faded hope now, like the pictures she had.

Her hands shook a little as she held up each one, pointing out each child… She named each one, she was still so proud of her children, two daughters and two sons – and was so proud they had made it in the world, a doctor, a lawyer, a university professor and contractor…

I wondered why this woman, who devoted her life to her family was now left to die in some castaway home in the middle of a castaway planet…are we all just a little or a lot to busy?

So I asked her gently if she knew why they did not come to visit her…She shook her head, the tears came again. “Not sure”, she said, “they are so very, very busy, you know, so very, very busy… and I guess maybe they don’t want to see me this way…” She sobbed softly. “I pray I’ll see them one more time before I go away…”

How lonely this must be, I thought… how alone she must feel inside. How lost, rejected, waiting to die, waiting to escape the pain of old age – what else was there now?  She was just a castaway, another desperado waiting for the train… I guess everyone is, really…

So then I knew what Jesus meant when He said that planet Earth was a pit with no real love in it – a place where the children cast away their elderly after robbing them of everything that can strip them of, vultures if the truth be known…

I heard footsteps, so I look up and saw this elderly man with a stroller coming my way…

He came and sat down by a chair there next to Ruthie…he nodded at me…

He reached over and grabbed her hand – “they’ll come, Ruthie,  you’ll see, they will come…” They must have talked a lot, I guess. Well At least she had someone to look after her a little, anyway –two castaways, hugging each other against the cold winds of forgetfulness and no love, extracting what little warmth was left in their frailties.

My Lord, what have we become? I cried silently. What have we become??? Or were we like this from the very beginning. Was there really a fall? Did we fall from the grace of God? Why are we like this?

The answers are blowing in a very ill wind…I think a hear weeping. Is it a death wail? Rachael and her children, I thought – it must be present in all ages, all times…what has happened here?

The sounds wharf by me now and again, an echo from the long misty past,  the helplessness of it all. Jesus, are you there? Somewhere? Anywhere? Why won’t you answer, our hearts are being torn apart…please?

The night is bitter cold now, the stars twinkle against dark blue velvet. Orion’s belt, yes, there it is. The moon is now setting…Have I learned anything, I wondered. Yes, maybe…

Value your time, value your loves. Value your caring and your compassion, and do something, do something…it is all there is in a loveless and cold, cold world. Soon the train comes for all of us. A few have a ticket for heaven, most do not, having not understood, but could have had they wanted to. Now do what you must to get your ticket, for time is now wasting away at an alarming rate – and soon the train will be here.

Did you get your report done? Does your bank account balance?  Did you hurry to get to work on time? Did you get your raise? Your promotion? How long you have worked but no one tells you how much they appreciate it…but maybe they will…someday if I stay…but then again maybe not…

How did the high school football game turn out? Did you see the play last night, and by the way, did you hear the news? Did you read the latest Time magazine? Busy, we are all so busy, tic-toc. See those little grains of time sand running through your fingers – you can’t get them back you know…

Anything, any excuse, any rationale, anything to avoid the cross and the insult and the offense of it. ANYTHING…

Tic-toc, tic-toc…

Do you hear me now? Do you really here what the Spirit is saying to you? 

 

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