Saturday, April 1, 2023
CHRISTIANITY / POETRY / JOSIAH'S FIRE
My favorite living poet, Josiah Cullen, just posted this on his Facebook page. I'm copying it in full and posting it here for your enjoyment.
It seems he and his mother got into a car accident! They are OK, but Josiah felt the need to write a quick essay in his poetic style to share with us what he learned.
Please realize that Josiah is a non-verbal autistic teenage boy. He can only communicate by typing out his thoughts.
Honestly, I was afraid for prepping this. But, look, I feel I owe it to our Lord, for Mom and I were in an openly strong car accident two days ago.
Lips strangely praised as we opened our worry up to the Lord—and we were okay! I powerfully was really primed to fire off our trials out there. Pity—I ripped it up! So I directly lifted it up to my God.
Voices of pressure prepare us for proof that strength is treated with positive wisdom. Do I stay in the car that wrecked or do I
go in another car? I wanted to stay in the protection of the car that I felt right at home riding in. Proof I HAD to go was a lot of police officers!
Police officers do it for safety for everyone.
Driving is progress for me, for I like riding in our car, listening to educational documentaries. Hire ideal steering out on roads in the softness of the woods, and I just love it! Going out is so fun for us.
Returning home was loudly tiresome for me after the accident. Timid and pressed, I felt so dire in my worry. So I listened to safety words from my dad and mom, but I replayed the strong impact in my memory. Really I was so worried until I started settling that I was okay and I saw my mom was okay after she came back from the doctor with only an arm splint.
Trials do always hurry us to the truth if we will allow it. Jesus directed ideal truth to slow down my worry. He turned worry directly to a weapon of strength. That is to say it is worry sorted out into the double trust in God for His righteous fighting for us.
Life is props of things like doors and proud cars and fire engines and the lights of life-preserving vehicles. Spirit is doors too. And transportation and life-protection. Frown if you will when a present worry tries your spirit. Help is right there when you ask for it to come!
Listening to the reality of our policemen directing me to go to the other car, I was so powerfully determined that I would stay with the car that I knew.
Worry is trust in a wrecked car.
Did it offer safety? It did for seconds only to be stripped from me if it was going to be towed away. I pouted. I listened, yet I fought it.
Little option but to do the only thing. Get in the other car!
Lit up, I tried to hold off. I tried to go outside the circle of police. Did I positively originate stupidity if I stalled? Sure I did. It was dangerous!
Life is producing words of peace to me through this though. Lord Jesus is lighting up His peace. It is honored if we order it to our God’s ready justice.
For sort of days I did worry as it led up to this accident. Fried out, I just felt so sifted. Going for a drive is always strength to my soul. Joy is in this pocket of grace.
How is this all put in to lots of life’s worries? Distant ideas tell me that we worry about slaying dragons out there when actually we are worried about the powerful fires of worry itself!
So now I fight as a returned soldier of a war that has already been won in my Lord’s name. Worry was defined and defeated by Jesus.
It is the peace that is offered in the other “car.” You are wise to get into that other car of peace whenever things go wrong.
Josiah
His original post can be found here:
Facebook: Joshiah's Fire