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A Dream: Dead Presidents And Honesty

A Dream—May 27, 2018

Dead Presidents and Honesty

 

I was at a shopping mall and was about to go down an escalator, when on its edge I found money folded inside a deposit slip.  Knowing that a bank was nearby, I turned around and headed there.  After entering the bank, I tried to get the attention of several young people who worked behind the desks, but to no avail. They were a group of casually dressed, ‘twenty-somethings’ engaged in different conversations which distracted them from their work.

Finally, I got the attention of a young man to whom I entrusted the deposit slip and money (or as we say here, ‘Dead Presidents’).  He was very surprised and asked me, “Why would you do this?”  I then responded by quoting an old and familiar saying, “Honesty is the best policy”, and then proceeded to leave.

 

Walking out of the bank, I noticed a sudden meeting among the managers who wore dark suits, talking about the deed I accomplished. I overheard one of them say, “Honesty is the best policy – James Madison said that!”   As I walked away, I knew that was not right, it wasn’t James Madison; but the dream ended.

 

James Madison (1751-1836) was the fourth President of the United States and considered one of our Founding Fathers, who was a major influence in the formation of the United States’ Constitution, which bears his signature.  But the saying “honesty is the best policy’ was not coined by him originally.

 

In waking up from this dream and thinking about the quote, I remembered being taught in school that Benjamin Franklin was known for this saying.  Benjamin Franklin (1706-1790), another Founding Father of the United States, was a polymath, one whose knowledge spanned a wide range of subjects.  Among his many talents include: inventor, author, artist, scientist, printer, ambassador, educator, and the only signer of both the Declaration of Independence and the United States’ Constitution.  Benjamin Franklin’s portrait is seen on our $100 bill of currency.

 

Surprisingly during research, I discovered Benjamin Franklin was not the first to coin the phrase, “honesty is the best policy”.  That honor may have gone to Sir Edwin Sandys (died 1629), a prominent British politician who was one of the founding members of the Virginia Company of London, which helped establish the first permanent English settlement in Jamestown, VA (1606).

“Our gross conceipts, who think honestie the best policie”

 

This Old English quote from Sandys, dates to 1599, quite a while before either Ben Franklin or James Madison came upon the scene of history.

 

Honesty is what keeps a culture alive and thriving for generations.  It is the currency of exchange between citizens.  It is the leader of this nation placing his hand upon a Bible swearing to uphold the Constitution of the United States “against all enemies, foreign or domestic,” and believing that the position he holds is not just for him alone, but for the land God has allowed him to lead.  Honesty is realizing that one plays an important part in the plan of God…be he a president, bank teller, husband, or preacher.   It is the act of giving credit where it is rightfully due.  When the truth of God does not align with what you have been taught, embrace God’s truth and discover a gift called freedom; thereby, obtaining the ability to also forgive prior generations of leaders for embracing half-truths, legends and stereotypes.

 

Honesty is what we practice with a God who is truth.  It is the fruit of our communion with one who loves us so much, that He pulls no punches when it comes to His promises and what our hearts need.  We can practice honesty with a being who knows everything about us, in spite of ourselves.  We then take this communion into our homes, communities and places of work.  We are to exchange honesty between one another.  You see, honesty is the currency that was about to go down the escalator in the dream.

 

Our culture is in a time where honesty must be retaught and we become people of integrity once more.  Even though it seems our society is going down, we will have a marvelous opportunity to see God for who He really is and for us to repent and be changed.  Repentance is not a bad word. Repentance is an invitation to become what we are really meant to be, if we would humbly turn towards the God who created us for Himself.  While in this season of little integrity, we will continue to be saddened and shocked over the revelations of dishonesty in our country. But at the other end of this season awaits a morning full of new beginnings where God and His ways will be experienced again for the first time. And as we engage in His truth He’ll release true freedom, joy and the realization that honesty really is the best policy.

Amen.

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“The Scent of Roadkill”

” The Scent of Roadkill”–A thought #process #choices #influence

Recently, I was driving through a narrow, wooded road, when my vehicle encountered the remains of a skunk. The roadkill was still recognizable with its black fur with white stripe along its’ tail. As the day went along, I had to use that same road a few times going back and forth, and I would witness the aftermath of cars, trucks, and other wheeled vehicles upon what became the increasingly unrecognizable carcass of this skunk.

As you can imagine, the smell of skunk is quite distinct both in life, and in death. In an act of defiance the dead animal’s scent and stench not only met those vehicles which crushed it, but the surrounding landscape for several blocks as well.

While my driving by the skunk’s remains were for a few moments, It made me think of the impressions we leave with both our God and those around us on a daily basis in doing this thing called life. We each carry our personal bodily smell. It doesn’t necessarily mean that you or I “stink”; it can be a sign of our individuality from God himself. We cover those up out of respect with soap, colognes, perfumes,etc.

There is also, however, the scent of attitudes towards God and others during those times life is being done to us in the good, and bad. There is a scent coming from each of us spiritually in different seasons of life as God is conforming us into His image.

There are moments where we are being crushed by the weight of destiny and calling in God. We mistake process for punishment and we can smell of unforgiveness, judgment, lack of mercy, impatience. But God is looking for the scents of love, justice, forgiveness and Heaven from His kids. It’s not so much the crushing we meet as it is the scent which meets God, saint and sinner which matters both now and into the aspect of legacy.

At such times of crushing, God wants to reveal the sweet smells of Heaven, which will not only keep you in his love but cause the witnesses of your life to become the motivation for others to pursue the God you and I claim to follow

Heaven is not looking for roadkill. It is looking for living sacrifices who will release the fragrance of Christ again and again–Romans 12:1

“Father Is Entering”–A poem

Father is Entering

 

 

The Father is entering the days

And The Father is entering the days

A Father unto the nation

A Dad, a Dad unto the church

 

A Father, a Dad, a son

A Dad unto the church

A Father unto a nation

Oh son, son, son, son; be humble

 

A Joseph time

A changing time

A day in the time

A day in time

 

A God, a Dad, a deep

A God, a Dad, a deep

O deep things, a deep one

Oh, He’s deep!

 

Answers in Him

The dear, deep things in Him

God The Father

Oh He’s Father

 

Given by papa God, March 30, 2017

There’s A Wind–A poem

 

 

THERE’S A WIND

 

 

There’s a wind, there’s a wind

Oh God’s love and God’s love

This time is now

Abide in Him

 

A search, a search in the deep

A clean heart is in thee

It’s humble times, it’s humble days

It’s the wind and the word

 

God, oh God’s love

Abiding in thee

Abiding in thee

Oh it’s deep in thee

 

A go in you

A door is open now

A now is now open

You are in the door

 

You open and open the door

Abide in the gate

Oh the door is opened

It’s yes!  It’s opened!

 

Say the word

And say the wind

Oh this day, it’s time for you

It’s time, it’s day, it’s you

 

It’s worship, it’s humble, it’s you

Oh it’s worship, it’s in you

You worship, you search, you love

Abide, abide and love

 

Wonder, wonder, God’s love

The day of days

A commission of connection

A door is open

 

Abide and be hope

Abide and live in Him

Oh this day, it’s time to be

Oh abide and see

 

Given by papa God, March 14, 2017

Opening The Deep–A Poem

 

 

Opening the Deep

 

 

 

The Father’s blessing

Abiding in thee

It’s abiding in you

In the deep of God

 

Opening the deep

A gate is opened

Humble times in the deep

Abide in the deep

 

Humbling days

Humbling times in the deep

Opening the gate

Humbling days

 

A burning time in the day

A turn of the time

A turning time

A time in the time

 

Time, time in the day of time

In the day of days

Entering the day

Hosting the deep

 

Entering the days of time

Opening the gate of gates

In cleansing, in change

Opening the gate

 

Oh the wind

In the days of time

Opening the deep of God

Hosting the deep

 

A wind of Heaven, the wind of change

Hosting the deep and being love

Opening the deep; in the deep you be

Opening the deep

 

Opening the deep

Oh the visions of God

In the deep, in the deep of God

Opening the deep

 

Opening the season of change

Wonders of the gate

Here this day is the deep of God

Hosting the deep

 

There’s secrets in the deep

Healing the nation

Healing this nation

Healing this nation

 

Given b papa God, March 3, 2017

Untitled Poem

Untitled

Oh you, you, love
Holy, holy wind now
Holy wind
The censoring, the censoring; no it’s now

It’s loving time
It’s loving be
Heaven in thee
Heaven

It’s in you
It’s in you
You, you and you
Oh you

This is
Is, is
See His
His

It’s word, it’s you, it’s love
It’s love, it’s you
It’s you and you
It’s you, oh be

Season
Holy wind
Holy love
Holy

So know
Heaven sow
Heaven see
See

Given by Papa God, August 29, 2015

Open Day, Heaven Day–#poetry

Open Day, Heaven Day

God, oh God
Open the Heaven
Holy gate
Open the gate

Holy gate
Holy day
Heaven day
Open day

It’s you in Love
Hosting Love
Open day
Open day

Heaven day
Heaven time
Heaven day
Yet day

It’s season, season, cycle
Open the day of grace
It’s grace, days of days
Holy day

Given by Papa God, July 5, 2015