The Reasoning of the Chosen

A dream…

Suddenly, it was time.
People gathered in large numbers, milling around,
All waiting to see if their name would be called next.
Then they would be ushered into the dining room to eat.
All waited expectantly, wondering.
Names were called; big important names.
And one by one, these VIP’s were ushered in,
Where a wingless angel stood nearby
Taking their order for pizza,
And placing each person around the tables,
Each thinking it was according to their rank.
The others outside, still waiting,
Could see all that went on inside,
(Despite the huge crowds.)
Each name that was called, they would justify.
Yes, we can understand why he was chosen,
For he was the owner of that company.
And that guy over there, hey, wasn’t he the town mayor?
Then my old pastor’s name was called.
I watched as he entered and took his place,
(He was in line not far from me.)
He went in, placed his order, and ate beside the others.
A few other people were called and seated,
Then my name was called.
Whispers of shock reverberated around the tables,
Why her? Who was she? She was a nobody!
Why is she joining us here at our table?
They could not understand the reasoning of the chosen,
Nor could I. For yes, they were right, I was no one.
I placed no order, but received a pizza just the same.
It was a large green-peppered pizza, with pepperoni.
I eyed it, mouth watering, yet hesitating.
(I liked pepperoni and green peppers, but could not eat them while on earth.)
But somehow I knew, that this time it was O.K. for me to eat it,
And that I would not get sick from them.
So I ate small bites, marveling at how good it tasted, how perfect.
And each time I took out a bite, it was somehow replaced,
Leaving me with a whole pizza again.
My old pastor and I, we looked at each other and smiled.
But the others around us, continued to argue among themselves,
Trying to figure out why someone as lowly and unimportant like me,
Would be seated next to them.
Some made sense to them, like why the VIP’s were there.
But no one could figure out why little nobodies like me were among them.
We all looked around the room, searching, wondering, and eating.
Then in a flash, I knew. Everyone at our table, had one thing in common.
We had listened to my old pastor’s sermons, and had brought them into our heart.
That was the link among us; every single one.
We were all there, deemed important, not because of title or position,
But because we took this old pastor’s shared words of Jesus,
And allowed them to live within us.

I woke up then, and the song “The Invitation” by Steven Curtis Chapman,
Was playing in the back of my mind.

(To listen to the same song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hA7q0jA9VtE )

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Matthew 22:1-14, KJV. “And Jesus answered and spake unto them again by parables, and said, The kingdom of heaven is like unto a certain king, which made a marriage for his son, And sent forth his servants to call them that were bidden to the wedding: and they would not come. Again, he sent forth other servants, saying, Tell them which are bidden, Behold, I have prepared my dinner: my oxen and my fatlings are killed, and all things are ready: come unto the marriage. But they made light of it, and went their ways, one to his farm, another to his merchandise: And the remnant took his servants, and entreated them spitefully, and slew them. But when the king heard thereof, he was wroth: and he sent forth his armies, and destroyed those murderers, and burned up their city. Then saith he to his servants, The wedding is ready, but they which were bidden were not worthy. Go ye therefore into the highways, and as many as ye shall find, bid to the marriage. So those servants went out into the highways, and gathered together all as many as they found, both bad and good: and the wedding was furnished with guests. And when the king came in to see the guests, he saw there a man which had not on a wedding garment: And he saith unto him, Friend, how camest thou in hither not having a wedding garment? And he was speechless. Then said the king to the servants, Bind him hand and foot, and take him away, and cast him into outer darkness, there shall be weeping and gnashing of teeth. For many are called, but few are chosen.”

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No One To Pray For Them

The other day, while making dinner, I was listening to a song by J. Moss called “The Prayers”. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0wUbK2EssfQ)

The song starts out saying “You know what? I’ve been looking for somebody. Not just anybody, but a special somebody.” Then it asked “Who can get a prayer through? Can anybody out there pray for me, without even knowing what I need? Can anybody pray unselfishly? Can anybody out there pray for me, without even knowing a whole lot about me?” Then it sang of the glory of ‘the prayers of the righteous.’

And I thought for a moment, of those believers out there, who might have no one to help pray with them. For example, I thought of an old woman who might be last of her line, or a young man being held in a prison cell, without any outside support. I knew that there were people out there in this world, who had no one to help them in their prayers to the Lord Jesus. This saddened me.

Then I decided right then and there, to pray for those people.

I didn’t quite know how to begin, (I even thought of speaking in tongues for them, ) but suddenly the words came to me.

‘Oh Jesus,” I began, “please grant the requests of those who are yours, but have no one else to pray for them. Your Word states ‘For where two or three are gathered together in my name, there am I in the midst of them.’ (Matthew 18:20) It also states ‘That if two of you shall agree on earth as touching any thing that they shall ask, it shall be done for them of my Father which is in heaven.’ (Matthew 18:19) It doesn’t say in Your Word that we have to be right next to each other. Well Lord, You have also told me that You are not limited by distance, time, or space. (https://dreamsofdunamis.wordpress.com/2012/04/01/pray-for-carolina/) So Lord, I pray as one with them, that You would answer their prayers. Whatever it would be, I ask you along with them, to give it to them, according to Your Will.”

Suddenly, as I was finishing up the last few sentences of this prayer, a vision open up before me. Angels were coming right up to my mouth as I was speaking, and just as the humming bird darts up to a flower to sip its nectar, the angels were taking my words as soon as they came out from my lips, and were darting off elsewhere, to bring them to those who had need of them most.

I gasped when I seen them; they were so beautiful. They moved so fast, that it was hard to see each one clearly. I did see that they did not have wings like most people depict angels to have; I could see no feathers or wings at all on them. But what I did see, was that they moved so very fast, that the lighted air around them moved and swirled around their bodies, forming what some might see and think of as wings. Brightness was foremost, and was ever so slightly highlighted with the iridescent colors of blue, pink, purple, and green.

The moment I finished my prayer, the vision ended.

I marveled at the vision, and at the power that our words have.

I already knew how our words can become a curse against us (https://dreamsofdunamis.wordpress.com/2014/02/14/beware-of-the-jinx-demon/) and I knew that the Word of God was very powerful indeed. (“For the word of God is quick, and powerful, and sharper than any two-edged sword, piercing even to the dividing asunder of soul and spirit, and of the joints and marrow, and is a discerner of the thoughts and intents of the heart.” – Hebrews 4:12, and ” So shall my word be that goeth forth out of my mouth: it shall not return unto me void, but it shall accomplish that which I please, and it shall prosper in the thing whereto I sent it.” Isaiah 55:11) I even knew the power of a believer’s word in claiming blessings for oneself and family. (https://dreamsofdunamis.wordpress.com/2014/10/02/what-ebola-really-is/) But for some reason, it never occurred to me, that the words of praying for someone you don’t even know, could still be so powerful. I had thought that there had to be a personal connection of some kind, for them to have such incredible power.

It is nice to know that my prayers will be brought to those who have need of them most. I pray that I will remember to pray for others, even while doing something as mundane as making supper. I think it would be interesting, to get to heaven, and have the Lord show me just how each of these prayers I uttered ended up helping another. It is exciting to me, to realize that the Lord can still use our prayers for His glory and His kingdom, even while we go about doing our usual work in this world…

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“How sweet are thy words unto my taste! yea, sweeter than honey to my mouth!” (Psalm 119:103)

“Pleasant words are as an honeycomb, sweet to the soul, and health to the bones.” (Proverbs 16:24)

“Pray without ceasing.” (1 Thessalonians 5:17)

“But I tell you that men will have to give account on the day of judgment for every careless word they have spoken. For by your words you will be acquitted, and by your words you will be condemned” (Matthew 12:36–37)

“Do not let any unwholesome talk come out of your mouths, but only what is helpful for building others up according to their needs, that it may benefit those who listen” (Ephesians 4:29)

“Praying always with all prayer and supplication in the Spirit, and watching thereunto with all perseverance and supplication for all saints;” (Ephesians 6:18)

“I exhort therefore, that, first of all, supplications, prayers, intercessions, [and] giving of thanks, be made for all men;” (1 Timothy 2:1)

“For, brethren, ye have been called unto liberty; only [use] not liberty for an occasion to the flesh, but by love serve one another.” (Galatians 5:13)

“Two [are] better than one; because they have a good reward for their labor. For if they fall, the one will lift up his fellow: but woe to him [that is] alone when he falleth; for [he hath] not another to help him up. Again, if two lie together, then they have heat: but how can one be warm [alone]? And if one prevail against him, two shall withstand him; and a threefold cord is not quickly broken.” (Ecclesiastes 4:9-12)

“Likewise the Spirit also helpeth our infirmities: for we know not what we should pray for as we ought: but the Spirit itself maketh intercession for us with groanings which cannot be uttered.” (Romans 8:26)

“The tongue has the power of life and death, and those who love it will eat its fruit” (Proverbs 18:21)

“Pray ye therefore the Lord of the harvest, that he will send forth labourers into his harvest.” (Matthew 9:38)

“Again I say unto you, That if two of you shall agree on earth as touching any thing that they shall ask, it shall be done for them of my Father which is in heaven.” (Matthew 18:19)

“And whatsoever we ask, we receive of him, because we keep his commandments, and do those things that are pleasing in his sight.” (1 John 3:22)

“Confess your faults one to another, and pray one for another, that ye may be healed. The effectual fervent prayer of a righteous man availeth much.” (James 5:16)

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The Reasoning Of The Chosen

Suddenly, it was time.
People gathered in large numbers, milling around,
All waiting to see if their name would be called next.
Then they would be ushered into the dining room to eat.
All waited expectantly, wondering.
Names were called; big important names.
And one by one, these VIP’s were ushered in,
Where a wingless angel stood nearby
Taking their order for pizza,
And placing each person around the tables,
Each thinking it was according to their rank.
The others outside, still waiting,
Could see all that went on inside,
(Despite the huge crowds.)
Each name that was called, they would justify.
Yes, we can understand why he was chosen,
For he was the owner of that company.
And that guy over there, hey, wasn’t he the town mayor? 
Then my old pastor’s name was called.  
I watched as he entered and took his place,
(He was in line not far from me.)
He went in, placed his order, and ate beside the others.
A few other people were called and seated,
Then my name was called.
Whispers of shock reverberated around the tables,
Why her? Who was she? She was a nobody!
Why is she joining us here at our table?
They could not understand the reasoning of the chosen,
Nor could I. For yes, they were right, I was no one.
I placed no order, but received a pizza just the same.
It was a large green-peppered pizza, with pepperoni.
I eyed it, mouth watering, yet hesitating.
(I liked pepperoni and green peppers, but could not eat them while on earth.)
But somehow I knew, that this time it was O.K. for me to eat it,
And that I would not get sick from them.
So I ate small bites, marveling at how good it tasted, how perfect.
And each time I took out a bite, it was somehow replaced,
Leaving me with a whole pizza again.
My old pastor and I, we looked at each other and smiled.
But the others around us, continued to argue among themselves,
Trying to figure out why someone as lowly and unimportant like me,
Would be seated next to them. 
As they ate and argued,
I discovered a way to slip some of my pizza out,
To others still waiting in line.
Quietly, secretly, I shared my meal with those outside.
Then, somehow, the opening widened, becoming a back-door to the outside.
Together my old pastor and I sneaked more people in, without notice.
We helped all sorts of people; ones thought important, ones not.
(We had no choice; we brought in who we could,) 
Then suddenly, without warning, the door was slammed shut.
Everyone within was saddened,
To find that no more could enter through that passage.
Yet we looked around, marveling at the faces we saw there among us.
Again, everyone questioned the logic of the choices.
Some made sense to them, like why the VIP’s were there.
But no one could figure out why little nobodies like me were among them. 
We all looked around the room, searching, wondering, and eating.
Then in a flash, I knew. Everyone at our table, had one thing in common.
We had listened to my old pastor’s sermons, and had brought them into our heart. 
That was the link among us; every single one.
We were all there, deemed important, not because of title or position,
But because we took this old pastor’s shared words of Jesus,
And allowed them to live within us.

I woke up then, and the song “The Invitation” by Steven Curtis Chapman,
Was playing in the back of my mind.

(To listen to the same song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hA7q0jA9VtE )

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