A Pile Of Golden Coins

A dream…

I was lying in my bed, sleeping,
When a demon came in the house to attack me.

It came in the form of a burglar,
Intent to steal our family’s meager belongings
And probably even kill me.

To the demon man,
This was just another raid that he was doing,
And he did not have a care for anyone else.

I lay in fear of him discovering me,
But then realized he was already right there in the room next to me, attacking me with fear.

I asked him why he was going about doing this to people, and he started to tell me of the one that he served.

He pointed to a brown paper bag that appeared in the room, and told me to go look inside of it.

So I got up and went to look. The bag was the kind most often used for groceries. (It was a good sized bag.) I seen that it was filled with shiny gold coins. The coins reminded me of the coins that countries of the world mint, with their politicians faces upon them on one side, and their symbolism on the other, and a dollar amount written around the edge or the bottom of the coin. I noticed however, that the bag was only three fourths full. There was plenty more room for more to be added into the bag.

The demon-man then told me, that for every evil service he did for his god, he received from his god, a gold coin that he could spend here on earth.

I could easily see just how much evil this man had already wrought, just by the large number of coins that resided in the bag.

It saddened me, to see so much evil rewarded.

But then I thought of MY God.

“Oh!” I said, jumping over to where there was a large open space, “that’s nothing! My God gives me a pile of golden coins that is THIS high, (I motioned to just below my waist,) and THIS wide, (I motioned to a space about seven feet around,) just because I am HIS!”

The man looked around and asked me, “where is it?”

“It is being stored for me in heaven, so I don’t have to worry about it being stolen by any burglar here on earth.”

Just as I finished speaking, a portal opened up into heaven, and we both could easily see the pile of coins that I was describing. These coins looked different than the man’s coins. These golden coins were so shiny, that they glowed with a bluish white, heavenly light. And these coins held the face of my God upon them, which is what made the coins glow with such power, as if one was looking directly into the sun itself. I could not make out the face of my God upon the coin, (because they were that bright,) but I knew that my God’s face was upon them none the less. I reached in through the portal, and took one coin from the pile, and held it out for him to see it.

I had the attention of the demon-man then. He frowned with uncertainty as he listened to me speak.

“You see,” I explained to him, “If I wanted to, I can take a coin, or ‘talent’, as I call them, and spend it by asking my God to heal someone. Or, I could take one to ask for a prayer to be answered. I can even remove demons in my God’s Name with just one of these coins.”

“Yeah,” he replied, still full of skepticism, “but can you use those coins in the REAL world?”

I smiled. “I can use them to ask for whatever I have need of, and it will be given unto me.”

The man thought about it for a moment but then scoffed.
“Ah, so what! I can buy all that with my coins as well!”

Then with rich satisfaction in my voice, for I knew what I was about to say would be better than whatever he could come up with, I said, “But, every time I spend one of my golden talents, my God gives me back that talent coin and then GREATLY MULTIPLIES back to me what I had just spent! That means when I spend just one coin, I automatically get four or more to replace it!”

I could see that the thought of this blew the man right out of his smugness and his disdain.

I looked at the demon man then, and asked him innocently, “Does YOUR god do that for you?”

All I heard form the man then, was a soft whisper. “No…”

The portal to heaven slowly closed, leaving me standing there before the demon/man.

He then seemed to remember why he was standing there, and started towards me with an evil look in his eyes.

I knew he was going to try and hurt me somehow.

The demon-man expected me to cry out in fear, but I simply held out the coin that was still in my hands, and said “I cast you out robber demon man in the Name of Jesus. Now get out of my house!”

And with that spoken, the talent held in my hand dissolved into nothingness, as did the demon-man before me.

I then looked upwards to the ceiling, and seen another portal unto heaven open up. I seen my pile of golden coins still sitting there on the floor. And then I seen a hand reach down towards the pile, and add six more golden coins on top of my heap of treasure.

God smiled, I smiled, and then I woke up.

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Later on that day, I found my beloved husband getting more and more upset, at a puzzle piece that he needed to solve for work, but could not. When he told me how he had worked at the problem for several hours but couldn’t figure it out, and that he’d probably be up all night working on it, I told him that I would go pray.

So I stopped what I was doing, and went to kneel before my Lord and asked Him to help my husband find the solution he was looking for. I prayed for a good ten to fifteen minutes, and then sensed it was o.k. to stop; that God had heard my prayers. Five minutes later, my husband comes back out of his office, and says to me, “Thank you for praying. I finally solved the problem.” I could see that a great burden had been lifted off his shoulders.

I jumped up with delight and hugged him. “Thank you Jesus,” I said, “for answering my prayers!”

As my husband went to get ready to go to sleep for the night, I knelt down before my Lord and thanked Him again for answering my prayer.

“Ah ma petite,” the Lord tells me, “you used one of your coins tonight, didn’t you?”

I smiled, and said “Yes.”

And then I heard the clink of several more coins being added to my treasure up in heaven.

“That delight, that you showed when you thanked Me for the answered prayer, is what causes such great increase in your treasure in heaven.”

Then the Lord told me, “Tell them ma petite. Share this with My people. They need to know that they too, have such a treasure in heaven with their name on it, just waiting for them to use it. And the more they use it, the more their treasure will grow. Tell them. Especially when hard times come, they must remember it and use it. I have already provided for them. But they must take what I have given them, and use it in My name.”

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Matthew 25:14-30
1599 Geneva Bible (GNV)
14 [a]For the kingdom of heaven is as a man that going into a strange country, called his servants, and delivered to them his goods.
15 And unto one he gave five talents, and to another two, and to another one, to every man after his own [b]ability, and straightway went from home.
16 Then he that had received the five talents, went and occupied with them, and gained other five talents.
17 Likewise also he that received two, he also gained other two.
18 But he that received that one, went and dug it in the earth, and hid his master’s money.
19 But after a long season, the master of those servants came, and reckoned with them.
20 Then came he that had received five talents, and brought other five talents, saying, Master, thou deliveredst unto me five talents: behold, I have gained with them other five talents.
21 Then his master said unto him, It is well done good servant and faithful, Thou hast been faithful in little, I will make thee ruler over much: [c]enter into thy master’s joy.
22 Also he that had received two talents, came, and said, Master, thou deliveredst unto me two talents: behold, I have gained two other talents more.
23 His master said unto him, It is well done good servant, and faithful, Thou hast been faithful in little, I will make thee ruler over much: enter into thy master’s joy.
24 Then he that had received the one talent, came, and said, Master, I knew that thou wast an hard man, which reapest where thou sowedst not, and gatherest where thou strawedst not:
25 I was therefore afraid, and went, and hid thy talent in the earth: behold, thou hast thine own.
26 And his master answered, and said unto him, Thou evil servant, and slothful, thou knewest that I reap where I sowed not, and gather where I strawed not.
27 Thou oughtest therefore to have put my money to the [d]exchangers, and then at my coming should I have received mine own with vantage.
28 Take therefore the talent from him, and give it unto him which hath ten talents.
29 For unto every man that hath, it shall be given, and he shall have abundance, and from him that hath not, even that he hath shall be taken away.
30 Cast therefore that unprofitable servant into utter darkness: there shall be weeping and gnashing of teeth.

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Willing To Stand Up For Jesus

I went to a commencement ceremony last night.

Two of my kids were getting certificates
At a community college.

Two hundred and thirty four students were listed in the program. Perhaps ten,
twenty, maybe even thirty of them were not there for the actual ceremony.
But at least over two hundred of them were.

After the opening song,
(Which of course was “Pomp and Circumstance”,)
The president of the college spoke a moving speech,
On how the students were to now
Go forth into the world
And leave their mark in it.

Then each graduate’s name was called out,
as they stepped up to the platform
to receive their diploma or certificate.

After their name was called forth,
And their degree/certificate was noted,
Each student was able
In thirty words or less,
To say a personal word of thanks
To those who had helped them
Achieve their diplomas/certificates.

Most mentioned family and friends,
And of course their favorite teachers.

I sat in the audience
Waiting,
Counting,
Just how many of the students
Would remember to thank God.

Out of two hundred or more students,
ONLY FIVE
Came forth with ANYTHING resembling God.

One gave thanks to ‘her guardian angel’,
(though my husband believes the student
was actually referring to her grandfather,)
two mentioned the word ‘God’,
and JUST TWO
actually gave thanks to JESUS.

My heart just ACHED
To find there was only five
Amongst two hundred!

I KNOW my God!
I KNOW that He had to have helped other students
in this graduating group, at some time or another.

But when the time came to give thanks,
JESUS had been forgotten.

And yes, in case you were wondering,
It was my own two kids
Who went forth and stated that they
Wanted to give thanks to Jesus.

I was surprised and very thankful,
That they both wanted to state this
Before the whole assembly,
And to even state their thanks to Him FIRST,
before mentioning anyone else.

They told me,
How Jesus helped them to remember
The answers during their exams,
(they would get nervous,
And get hit with forgetfulness,)
Or how He had helped them to remember
To send in forgotten homework at the last minute,
Or to stay alert in class when sick,
And even how He kept them safe,
During dangerous driving conditions,
As they drove to and from the college.
(One of my kids even totaled the car one slick rainy night,
But walked away unscathed,
Because his guardian angel
Was in the car right next to him through the whole thing,
Instructing him what to do to stay safe,
as the car kept rolling in the air.
He landed upside down,
Just inches away from a big fat tree.)
Jesus had indeed, helped them earn their certificates.
He had not only kept them alive,
But He had prospered them.

I was also pleasantly surprised,
To find that the college speaker
Left the name of Jesus alone,
As they had to read through every single message,
And pre-approve each one of them.

I half expected them to delete it,
or to change it to the more generic ‘God’,
But they did not.
(Thank you Jesus Christ of Nazareth!)

When one of my kids names was called out,
The speaker said “I would like to thank Jesus-
And then he gave a slight PAUSE,
Before continuing.

I was not able to see this speakers face from where I was sitting,
so I do not k now if the speakers expression was mocking, serious,
surprised, or glad. But he gave pause after announcing this,
as if to give space to some kind of emotion.
(The speaker had not done this with any of the other students.)
A small collective gasp came forth from the surrounding crowd,
along with a few “ah, finally!” shouts,
(almost as if someone had been waiting to hear Jesus’ name,)
and then clapping broke out from the audience,
In support of thanking Jesus.

When all the students had been given their diplomas and certificates,
and the closing speaker had finished,
The band played a lively tune,
As the graduates walked back out of the arena.

Care to make a guess as to what song they chose to play?

WHEN THE SAINTS GO MARCHING IN!

(Anyone else see the irony in this?!)

As the students left,
They danced to the song with excitement.

But my heart just ACHED!

I looked at all those students,
And wondered if the students ever gave any thought
Into what they were marching in TO!
Because if their thank you’s were any indication at all
Of where their soul would one day go,
ONLY FIVE WOULD ACTUALLY GO MARCHING IN!
(I pray that they would each come to love Jesus deeply, ‘
before their ‘number’ gets called!)

Afterwards, at the reception,
An older couple came up to one of my kids,
And said that they wanted to personally thank him
For mentioning Jesus name
In front of the whole assembly.

My son smiled at them,
And said “So you are believers too! Cool…”
They said a quick prayer with him,
Before waving goodbye.

All these students,
All two hundred and thirty four of them,
Are going forth now to leave their mark upon the world.

What do you think that mark will be?

(I can’t help but hope and pray,
That the Christian colleges
Are having better results,
In getting their students,
Willing to stand up for Jesus
And give Him thanks
In the public arena…!)

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Luke 17:11-17, 1599 Geneva Bible (GNV)

“And so it was when he went to Jerusalem, that he passed through the midst of Samaria, and Galilee. And as he entered into a certain town, there met him ten men that were lepers, which stood afar off. And they lifted up their voices and said, Jesus, Master, have mercy on us. And when he saw them, he said unto them, Go, show yourselves unto the Priests. And it came to pass, that as they went, they were cleansed. Then one of them, when he saw that he was healed, turned back, and with a loud voice praised God, and fell down on his face at his feet, and gave him thanks: and he was a Samaritan. And Jesus answered, and said, Are there not ten cleansed? but where are the nine?”

(GNV) Footnotes:
Luke 17:11 Christ doeth well even unto such, as will be unthankful, but the benefits of God profit them only to salvation, which are thankful.

“…We ought to obey God rather than men.”– Acts 5:29

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Thankful For The Food I Had Been Given

A dream…

I was going to meet a friend of mine
So we could spend some time talking to each other
And get caught up on what was going on in each others families. (To hear the latest news)

She asked me to meet her
At the local food bank
For that was the only time she had open.
(She had young children.)

When I pulled into the parking lot,
I could see it was very busy. There was just one or two spots left for a car to park.

I found one not too far away from my friend’s,
And caught up to her as she was walking up to the building.

There were many people waiting in line
To receive their free food,
And we were towards the end of the line.

We talked and chatted,
Until we were close to the food.

Then my friend was next.
She reached down and grabbed her box of food,
And as I was about to follow her,
A man stopped me and insisted that I take a box of food.

So I took one, feeling like a fraud,
For I still had enough food to last us for another week,
Or maybe two if we didn’t eat too much.
After that, I’d be out of food just like everyone else.
But I still had hope that my husband would find a job
So we could get some money to buy some food.
He’d only been out of work for about a year and a half.
We had been living off the food we had stored up,
When we had the money to put into it.
But I kept thinking that there must be others there,
That needed the food far more than I did.

As we both walked back to our cars,
I could see the police man watching us,
Watching everyone,
And I felt a moment of fear,
That I would somehow be caught,
And prosecuted
For taking food while I still had some.

But no one was checking for identification,
Nor asking for proof of need,
So we continued on
Till we reached our cars.

I found myself wondering if I looked that poor,
That I would need such items.
But I then realized with a sinking heart, that I was indeed, thin and gaunt. I had thought that to be so thin was in fashion, but I sensed then, that I had become too thin.

I felt shame at this, for I could well remember the days when I myself had donated food to the food pantry,
Or given them money to buy whatever food they had needed to help feed the poor.

But I never thought it would be our family
That would need the help.

When my friend and I came to her car,
I offered her the box of food that had been given to me.
But she insisted that I keep it for myself.

She drove off, waving to me,
While I still stood there holding my box of free food.

I looked down at the box,
And realized that there was enough to keep a family of four going for only about three days or so.

Most of it, (all of it?) was dry goods.
Rice, beans, boxed side dishes that needed water added to cook it, pancake mixes and other such items. There was even an opened bag of white flour, rolled closed and taped shut. There looked to be about three cups of the flour inside it.
The box was an open pallet type box, that might have once been used for fruit or vegetables,
But there was no fruit or vegetables in it now.
Fresh produce of any kind, was hard to find.
I realized, that they had put all the items in the boxes,
So that everyone could see that everyone was getting the same thing as everyone else. (They feared food riots otherwise.)

I then wondered, if my friend knew that I’d probably have to be there next week, to ask for the free food right along with her, and figured that I could probably use a head start.

I thanked her in my mind, (and resolved myself to thank her next week when I seen her here again,) for giving me the nudge I needed.

As I was putting the food into the back of the car,
I seen that they were putting out some fresh baked goods,
As an added bonus for the people.

Many of the people had already left,
But there were still enough people left,
To receive the handout.

So I walked up to where they were giving out the bread,
But by the time I got there,
All the loaves were gone. A man there offered me to have three cinnamon rolls (dry and stale ones,) in liew of the loaf of bread. I gladly accepted it with thanks.
He gave me a brisk hug, and then told me to come again, and get the free food, and to not suffer so because of my pride.
(He reminded me of a dear elderly gentleman that I had once known in my church, who was always caring for and helping out others.) He then motioned to me to get in line for the cinnamon rolls with icing on them, that they would be handing out next.

So I did.

They gave me a huge piece of green plastic,
(not quite as thick as a tarp,)
But I was confused and went back and then told them that I had wanted the roll instead. (I realized that the plastic was given out to those who didn’t even have a roof over their heads or a tent to shelter in. We were not that bad yet! We had a nice tent waiting for us at home if we needed it.)

But by this time, the workers were in a battle between themselves, concerning some trivial matter of who said what to whom, and left the food to go argue it out inside.

The people were left there, waiting for the food.

I got tired of waiting for them,
Even though I was next in line,
(I had already waited for over a half an hour,)
So I lunged forward towards one of the tables that had a roll with icing on it, (not the ones with lots of icing on it that I had hoped for, but one with some on it all the same,) and was able to pick up the one on the corner of the tray.

Gasps of the people closest to me could be heard,
(and one saying “Hey! That’s not fair!”,)
But I walked back to my car, licking my fingers from the icing, and quickly, thankfully, devoured the entire roll.
(I think some of the others behind me in line, also tried to grab a roll for themselves, while the workers bickered away the time inside the building.) The workers finally came back out and finished helping the people, till all the rolls were gone.

I drove home, my stomach no longer growling at me, thankful for the food that I had been given.

I then woke up form the dream.

When I went back to bed,
I dreamed that I had somehow been given,
(inherited?) a bunch of rabbits and a pair of hamsters.
Even the cages were now mine.

I knew how to take care of them,
For the one who had them before me,
Had been teaching me how to care for them.
He was an old, old man, with no relatives left to care about him. He had recently died in his sleep, and left them to me.

The rabbits were quite big in size,
And I knew that they would fetch me a good price if I wished to sell them. But I vowed to do things just like the old man did, and not sell too many off at one time. I needed to retain enough good stock to keep the rabbits breeding.
I also needed to keep enough for myself.

The pair of hamsters were due to have a litter any day now. They would grow quickly, and also be sold to others, though maybe not as quickly as the rabbits.

Most people could handle the thought of eating rabbit.
But not too many could handle the thought of eating a hamster. The hamsters were enough to flavor a pot of soup though, and for those who could afford little else, it was still edible meat.

Some purchased a male and a female rabbit from me,
Just so they could start their own tiny rabbit farm in their back yard. Others wanted one to eat. I charged them extra, to kill it and skin it for them. Most found a way to do it themselves, for they did not have that extra money. Sometimes they paid me to do it in front of them, so they would be able to do it next time by themselves. I didn’t mind showing them. If I knew I would be killing one soon, I would let them know so they could come and learn for free. I wasn’t one of those charlatans who was out just to gouge their customer. I (and the old man before me,) were ones that the people trusted.

There were those of course, who still greatly struggled with the thought of killing a rabbit for food, but sooner or later, their bellies would growl louder than their conscience, and they would break down and buy one to eat. I would try to sell them the older ones, telling them that they had already lived a good long life in rabbit years, and would soon die of old age before too long anyways. They seemed to appreciate this thought.

I also stretched the skins out and scraped them clean, and then sold the pelts later to be used to help keep one warm. (I was not a good sewer, but I was good enough to piece some together for me to stay warm enough in the winter.) Some people didn’t want to be bothered with the skin, and I then told them that I would buy it back from them, for a little bit of money. It would take me quite a bit of work to clean up the fur, but if they had done a half way decent job of skinning it, then the work left was not too much for me to do. I could then sell it for a small profit, or keep it myself to use.

The pelts were not as big of a seller, as the rabbits themselves were. The meat, the protein, is what was in the highest demand.

I then woke up.

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