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Letter of Rejection: When God isn’t Welcome – A Follow-Up to “Well Worn Sandals”

I don’t see any point in beating around the bush. The past week has been a constant challenge to keep my flesh in its rightful place – behind my spirit!

Remember my last post? I’m not that popular, so that’s a, “No!” Lol – Anywho, I shared a poem I had written after I was personally invited to read or recite a poem to a small group. The only requirement was that it be meaningful to me. Sign me up!

Apparently, April is poetry month. The reading was to take place April 1st, so I searched for poems that centered around Easter. When I was unable to find one that tugged a heart string, I wrote one – “Well Worn Sandals.” It’s about Jesus’ pursuit of His passion, His people.

I submitted the poem March 4th. Rehearsal was Friday, March 29th. The day of rehearsal I read my poem when it was my turn and quietly left the venue to return to my work.

Monday morning, the day of the poetry reading, I received an email requesting that I read an alternate poem; citing that “they” only want the poems of famous authors to be read at the ‘event.’

Naturally, I had a few questions:

  • Where was this rule when the invitation was extended and I asked, “What are the rules?”
  • It took FOUR weeks to realize that I’m not famous?
  • Did 3-5 minutes of reality set in while I was reading and make you uncomfortable? If so, GOOD!
  • The best you could come up with to silence God’s Word is a rule about a famous author? He’s GOD! Define “famous,” please!

It was obvious to me that God was not welcomed there, specifically, among this group of ‘poets.’ I have never been so disappointed in a group of adults as I was Monday morning. A reminder that maturity and wisdom do not necessarily come with age.

After my initial anger subsided, in the flesh, I felt rejected. Even though I wasn’t the one actually being rejected. The self-proclaimed superior, had rejected God, not me. It felt the same nonetheless.

I can’t say I didn’t ponder why God positioned me to receive an invitation to a poetry reading, only to be rejected. The more I think about it, I realize that the one person whom I believe needed to hear it most, heard it at the rehearsal. Even if that person was the one who brought my budding ‘career’ in poetry to a lightening-fast end, they still can’t un-hear the words I shared that day.

God had a plan. I’m not privy to what it was. Though, I’m not certain it would have mattered; because I had my own conclusion in mind. I would read my poem and save the world! Not! It simply has a better ring to it than “read my poem and save one.” But isn’t that so typical of us? More is better, right?

Not so fast. Think back to the number of people who played a role in leading you to God. My only job was to read a poem. A role that felt small, but my personal contribution included prayer time, writing time, and the courage to read it aloud. God’s plan included the possibility of something much more – eternal salvation.

Whether or not that person ever accepts Jesus as their Lord & Savior, I may never know. But God knows.

So friends, [bctt tweet=”When the outcome you envisioned isn’t offset by the weight of your calling, remind yourself that God’s reward is sufficient for your obedience, whether you reach one soul or many.” username=””]

Grace & Peace,

Just Jesus

Well Worn Sandals: A Poem about Jesus’ Pursuit of His Passion – His People

After a seemingly lengthy, yet unintentional sabbatical of sorts, I’m back at it. A good friend of mine kindly phrased it as being “on assignment.” I guess? During my blogging absence, we did manage to repurpose an under the stairs closet into a prayer room or “War Room,” if you will. I’ll get to that when it’s not nearly 10 o’clock at night and have more time to put the words to it that it deserves.

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4 Ways to Kick Discontentment to the Curb

Contentment. Poverty doesn’t provide it and money can’t buy it. While the deception of poverty is usually black and white, as in, you either have it or you don’t; the deception of the affluent is more subtle. The well-to-do don’t fear having a lack of possessions but the loss of them. You’ve seen the news articles – A once exceptional husband & father who murders his family after a job loss and is facing financial ruin.

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New Year and a New Me: Stop the Insanity

As 2018 started coming to a close and 2019 made it’s debut, my Facebook news feed quickly filled with images and quotes with promises of a new ‘you.’ Thus, the desire to kick off the new year with less baggage, to include, but not limited to, toxic people, wrecked emotions, and things in our past that we wish we could just forget, etc.

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