The Sojourn

And so…I sojourn to the land of Moab. Torn between your precious will, and the temptation of running back to the hill.  //Where are they o son of man, those who professed, ever so kind, their abnegated love and friendship? Look around you for they are gone, for doth saith the Lord, cursed is the man who trusteth on man. Let the dead bury their dead and follow me. Trust in the Lord with all thy hear, with all thy mind, with all thy strength, and with all thy soul…continue thy sojourn.//

The Teacher that looketh upon the Pupil

I seeth a man who looketh upon me, and I saw great fear in his eyes. Much did he tremble to my surprise.  What did you see, oh son of man, that troubled  thy soul? What did you feel, to have shaken the very foundation of your ghost? Remember that which is said of old (psalms 68:16) “why leap ye, ye high hills? This is the hill which God desireth to dwell in; yea, the Lord will dwell in it forever”. Ye trembled, oh son of man, and thy mouth piece did stutter. Surely the echo of your fear was by His word uttered. For it was once asked: ⁵“what ailed thee, o thou sea, that thou fleddest? Thou Jordan, that thou wast driven back? ⁶Ye mountains, that ye skipped like rams; and ye little hills, like lambs? ⁷tremble thou earth, at the presence of the God of Jacob”. (Psalms 114:5-7 Hab.3:6) For He is the same that beheld, and drove asunder the nations; and the everlasting mountains were scattered, the perpetual hills did bow: His ways are everlasting”.

(2 Cor. 3:7) But if the ministration of death, written and engraved in stones, was glorious, so that the children of Israel could not steadfastly behold the face of Moshé, for the glory of his countenance which glory was to be done away.

(2 Cor.3:18) But we all, with open face beholding as in a glass the glory of the Lord, are changed into the same image, from glory to glory, even as by the Spirit of the Lord.

(2 Cor.4:18) While we look not at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen. Which are eternal

So here I sit, before you my teacher, as you expound  the ministerial teachings. There is no veil before my face, yet, our souls are experiencing an uplifting. As you teach, the words I receive, and doth shine my countenance, and grows your disbelief.

Many times over, have I seen that look in your eyes. It´s no coincidence, neither is it a surprise. For the same Spirit which abode in Moshé, abides within me now.

Can you hear the sounds, the sounds of trumpets and cymbals all around? They too, heard it in the wilderness and fret, forty days and forty nights; they too, saw His face and marveled at that which they did not understand. Or did they choose to ignore? Tho the Glory of the living God was abound and around. So you my teacher, beheld that, in mine eyes, which I only dream of looking upon. I feel it, and I experience it, but cannot see it. Oh that your countenance could shine this very day, my teacher. That I, your pupil, could see, in your countenance the glory of the living God. In its stead, I see a veil that covereth your face. Hiding away that, which was once abolished. That no man should revere no man, except Christ, the Godly. For all flesh is as grass, and all the glory of man as the flower of grass. The grass withereth, and the flower thereof falleth away: But the word of the Lord endureth forever. And  this is the word which by the gospel is preached unto you.

LIVE YOUR CREED

I´D RATHER SEE A SERMON THAN TO HEAR ONE ANY DAY. I´D RATHER ONE SHOULD WALK WITH ME THAN JUST SHOW THE WAY; THE EYE IS A BETTER PUPIL AND MORE WILLING THAN THE EAR; ADVICE MAY BE MISLEADING BUT EXAMPLES ARE ALWAYS CLEAR. AND THE VERY BEST OF TEACHERS ARE THE ONES WHO LIVED THEIR CREEDS. FOR TO SEE GOOD PUT INTO ACTION IS WHAT EVERYBODY NEEDS. I CAN SOON LEARN TO DO IT IF YOU´LL LET ME SEE IT DONE. I CAN WATCH YOUR HAND IN MOTION, BUT YOUR TONGUE TOO FAST MAY RUN. AND THE LECTURES YOU DELIVER MAY BE VERY FINE AND TRUE, BUT I´D RATHER GET MY LESSON BY OBSERVING WHAT YOU DO. FOR I MAY MISUNDERSTAND YOU AND THE FINE ADVICE YOU GIVE, BUT THERE´S NO MISUNDERSTANDING HOW YOU ACT AND HOW YOU LIVE.

Herbert Bell & Deborah Bell

There is no greater love than this

Today, I have seen a young lady at the beach.

She was fisically and utterly deformed.

So I had to ask myself this question.

¿Who sinned that she should have been born this way?

Where is thy power?

What is actually impeding me from walking up to her and healing her disgrace?

I had to look down towards the sand, down towards the earth.

I could not even measure myself to my Lord´s stature.

Oh, how sad it is to know, that we as christians cannot even compare ourselves to Christ our Lord.

«Greater things than these,» He said. «Those who follow me will do.»

So why am I still stooped?

Looking down at the ground and feeling oh so gloom?

Am I not a child of God?

Am I not filled with the power and compassion too?

I lift mine eyes at the child again,

with the hope that God will hear my claim.

Yet, deformed she remains, by her loving mother´s arms embraced.

I cannot see or hear His voice,

yet, the word of God makes her appeal:

//For this reason was she born,

to glorify my name this day,

before the evening is come.

There is no sin.

Stretch forth your faith and she will heal.//

Help my unbelief.

Cause me to put forth my hand

that she may be at peace.

To preach forth your message

and put her family at ease.

Lo….she leaves.

Her family has gathered all their things.

It seems they are on their way home from the beach.

Up the invalid ramp she is led.

By the wooden planks, I stand.

(almost underneath with my breath contained)

Our eyes do meet momentarily.

She looks at me briefly,

then continues her personal Calvary.

Once again, I have failed miserably.

My heart is filled with agony.

Watching the young lass striving,

climbing her way (I may think) to an untold destiny.

She will never know,

because I wasn´t bold,

that the Lord could have changed her miraculously.

And so, as she leaves,

I can only wonder.

Who is more sickly than him who doubts His power.

For this reason was this child born.

For this reason have we met.

For this reason was she come.

To show my unbelief,

and the power that is within us,

if we do not faint.

oh, how I regret.

She goeth forth as she came.

Not to an untold destiny,

but, to a written one.

To try the spirits of men,

before the coming of the Son of man.

To prove there is no greater love than this,

that one may put forth his life for his next of kin.

The good that remains within us.

What seest thou within me, to have called me?

For in us is the power to make man bless or even curse thy holy name.

For as it is written: «Because of thee, we are persecuted all the day long.»

Low a

Before the Waters

Here I am before the waters; the mountains to my back.

Asoaking again in the sinners flax, oh what a mighty paradox.

Great is this predicament, too difficult to comprehend.

How a man is made to choose between what´s common (remain preaching to the world),

and that which he wishes to do (depart and be with God).

From time to time the waters reside,

and it almost seems as if I´m walking on the water’s surface.

Such is my faith, or maybe my pride?

Than cometh the fall and the waters arise.

Help me oh Lord!

«Who calleth my name?»

It is I,

the one you spoke of when you said:

«oh ye of little faith.»

Stretch forth your hand and take me.

Lift me up to your secret place,

where I may dwell with thee.

The waters are raging over,

the foam of their shame encompasses me.

Miserable am I, who dares to liberate that

which by nature I am unable to do?

Who will free me from these bonds?

The truth of the matter is that this is my calling.

For this very reason was my vessel prepared.

To preach to the people,

to make out a calling.

To teach the acceptable year of Messiah

and his dreadful coming.

THE JOURNEY

Here I stand before this mountain. Tho today seems further away. I walk my way along this desert with her shadow overhead. In search of other mountains and particular caves. Not to dwell within them, but to see if there are others to awake. Awaiting for the voice of God to speak and say: «enough.» You have sorrounded this mountain long enough. Continue on this journeys day.

Down falleth the mantle, yet there is no faithful remnant to be found. For many are the called, but few the elect. ¿Will you come I say, will you come I pray?Down cometh the night, darkness seems to empower the day. The moment approaches when no man may work. Let us do all we can, while the sun still shines away. For the day cometh and is nigh at hand, when all will wist to participate, but in that dreadful and mighty day, the Lord will say: «away with you, you´re not my friend. For truly I hungered and my tongue did thirst, yet you sent me away. In jail and imprisoned and naked was I, but you did not clothe me, nor did you visit the day of my calamity.»