EAGLE

There once was a beautiful, beautiful eagle. He was a very, very old eagle and came from a long line that had watched the birth of a nation and the determination of people to break free from tyranny.

Eagle knew the story of how a people left homes, riches, and all they have ever known to take a journey completely by faith.

Faith that would lead them to a plentiful land free from the persecution they suffered and  for freedom, freedom to worship the one true, creator God .

Many died on this journey and many more after their arrival, but God had given them land that a plague had left empty. And as time went he blessed them in all they did and they kept his commandments and worshipped him openly. Over time the apron strings of the mother country would prove that a battle would indeed need fought before true, true freedom would be won.

Eagle watched our forefathers as they tried at first to keep peace with their overlords and he watched as one by one stood up and proclaimed this land would be for liberty and it should be for all.

His favorite of these men would be Patrick Henry, a voice among the great voices who shaped our land. He heard him say words such as  “Is life so dear or peace so sweet as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it Almighty God. I know not what course others may take but as for me give me liberty or give me death.”

He watched as tea poured into the harbor  and cries of  “The British are coming!” bellowed through the land. He watched as bloody soldiers fought to the death and gunpowder flooded the air and the sound of cannons echoed. And he watched as they pressed on, pressed on in their battle, because they would be free or they would die but they would never surrender.

He watched as this great battle came to a close and America proclaimed her freedom, freedom from her overlords and she would now shine as beacon to the whole world.

Eagle was honored as he was chosen to be her great symbol, brave, strong, powerful, and above all free.

He would be given olives branches, that he would always extend peace and he would reserve his great force as a last resort.

He would be given arrows, that he would use that force if necessary to defend his liberty and his people.

He would be given his shield to protect him and all he stood for and his main stand was “Death to tyranny”.

Eagle watched as the constitution was written and signed and he thought upon the words of his friend Patrick Henry, ” The constitution is not an instrument for the government to restrain the people, it is an instrument for the people to restrain the government lest it come to dominate our lives and interests.”

And Eagle soared, high in the sky, the sun warming him and flying higher and higher playfully trying to catch the ever elusive rainbow that the Creator had placed in the sky, a symbol of his glory and promise and Eagle knew that near the rainbow he would always be safe.

And he watched on, as struggles, trails, and heartaches came to the great land brought through evil men who had crept in there.

His feathers tattered a few times as freedom for those enslaved had to be won, pitting brother against brother and splitting the country in half.

He was ruffled as leader after leader rose and new troubles were unveiled, but storms would always pass and he would again gain his ground, liberty, bravery, and justice were on his wings.

Then suddenly it started growing dark, darker and darker as the new generations forgot their heritage and lost the wisdom held by the fathers, Eagle was reminded again of these words, “It is when a people forget God that tyrants forge their chains” that were long ago spoken by Patrick Henry.

He listened as laws were changed, comprises made, and the peace that had been so hard-fought for was pandered away by making truces with those who hate us.

He listened as prayer to the creator was taken away, he heard as they mocked and profaned the Son of God’s holy name.

He looked on with horror as the holy laws, the ten commandments of God were ridiculed and taken away.

He looked on as a people who once had been free now were told what they may and may not do.

He looked down and saw streets lined with half naked  people, and parades, and mocking’s of the crucifixion of Jesus, the Son of God, reminding him again the warning of his friend, “It cannot be emphasized too strongly or too often that this great nation was founded, not by religionists, but by Christians not on religions, but on the Gospel of Jesus Christ! For this very reason people of other faiths have been offered asylum, prosperity, and freedom of worship here.”

Horror for his people took hold as the sky darkened and grew black and a strong wind violently blew and whipped around him, in the darkness his path was unclear and the battering winds against his wings knocked him off-balance, as he tried to regain flight something caught his eye, it was a rainbow!

 If he could just get to the protection of the rainbow he would be safe and regain his strength. But as he flew closer to hide under the protection of safety of the Creator, he realized this was  not the real rainbow, but a piece of fabric blowing in the great wind, and as it caught him, he became tangled, his olive branches and shield crashed to the ground, his arrows broke in the struggle to regain flight and Eagle fought with all he had but to no avail, He crashed helplessly to the ground.

As his heart beat faded, and drawing his last breath, as his eyes grew dim, he caught sight of shimmering in the field, it was the soft, amber glow of a fire burning and as Eagle’s life continued to slowly fade, he felt comfort, because he was sure that in that fire, he heard in the distance, that old funeral song, that old faithful hymn, that he remembered from the battlefields and the old camp meetings……. 

” Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord, 

  He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored,

  He hath loosed the lightning of his terrible swift sword,

His truth is marching on… 

  Glory, Glory, Hallelujah,

 Glory, Glory, Hallelujah,  

Glory, Glory, Hallelujah,

His truth is marching on………..”

N. BrownJohnson 2015/ All rights reserved.

Original post date: July 4, 2015 Revisited July 3, 2019

EAGLE #3 “Gathering”

As Eagle lie on the ground twisted and snared by the colorful flowing material, his ears attentive to the soft, gentle, distant strains of “Glory, glory, Hallelujah ..” waving through the dark night air, all of his strength draining as he gasped his last bit of air and as the song grew closer and closer becoming louder as his ears strained to hear that soothing melody, he caught a glimpse of the fire glow growing brighter and a strange thing began to happen to him.

His heart started to beat a little faster and words came flooding to his mind, words he had heard as the old timers had gathered around those campfires long ago, he remembered that Abraham had looked for a country whose maker and builder was God.

As this thought rushed through his mind, he felt strength start to stir deep inside him, he felt the will to live, the will to go on, the will to fight for what he had long known.

As his breath began to return and he found his second wind he struggled against what held him captive, his sharp beak pulling and shredding the thin, cheap material to bits as he struggled to freedom. He had fought too hard and had lived too long, and seen much too much to die conquered on the ground.

“His truth is marching on….” continued to fill the night sky as the camp lanterns grew brighter and brighter as those who watch in the night went on their journey. Soon he was free from that tangled snare and he sat for a bit, regaining more of his massive strength, the new-found joy in his heart, that it was not the end, there was yet a place, a country, a nation of nations where the Fathers true rainbow shone of His glory.

But where? Where was that place? As he brought back to his thought all the words quoted by those of long ago, who quoted the true words not words that man wanted to hear but the word of the Father of lights, the Father who created and controlled the entire universe.

He remembered how they warned, they preached with fire and conviction “that the days would surely come that men would no longer endure sound doctrine” that the days would surely come “that men would be lovers of themselves more than of God” that the days would come that “they would call evil good and good evil” and that “the way of truth would be evil spoken of” and Eagle knew those days had truly come.

He soon remembered the word spoken with power and authority that bellowed out in the night as the preacher quoted from the book of Revelation, “COME  OF HER, MY PEOPLE, THAT YE BE NOT PARTAKERS OF HER SINS, AND THAT YE RECEIVE NOT OF HER PLAGUES. FOR HER SINS HAVE REACHED UNTO HEAVEN, AND GOD HATH REMEMBERED HER INIQUITIES.”

Eagle knew that day as the days warned of long ago had now came to pass, that day also soon approached. Eagle knew he had to seek that new country, that country that is fashioned and formed and built of God himself. But how would he find it? How could he navigate there with his body still weakened form all he had endured. He thought, he thought about something they had preached that the Son had said, ” Wheresoever the body is, thither shall the eagles gather together.” His body, His physical body that would be offered as a sacrifice for all, but also the symbolic meaning that where His body, His followers would be gathered unto Him. 

Eagle mustered enough strength to start his flight, he flew and he flew trying to fly through the darkness, through the night, becoming stronger and stronger as his determination grew that he would go to that country, he would see that land. He thought what would it be like when all the eagles, all those who through strength only given from God had “fought the good fight” who had run their race with courage and boldness and would be given crowns for doing so.

He thought of a country where love, joy, and true peace would be the norm. A country so full of the love and light of the Lamb of God, that there would never be another night. He thought of a country where the lion would lay down by a lamb, the serpents food would be dust, and no one or no creatures would ever hurt one another again. There would be no more cruelty, no more starvation, no more pain, and “God himself shall wipes all tears away”  As he flew these words rang out through the now turning dawn night, he heard the description of that country to be sought, as one quoted the words written by John in Revelation 21:1-3,9-27:

“And I saw a new heaven and a new earth; for the first heaven and the first earth were passed away; and there was no more sea. And I John saw the holy city, NEW JERUSALEM coming down from God out of heaven, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband. 

And I heard a great voice out of heaven, saying, Behold, the tabernacle of God is with men, and HE WILL DWELL WITH THEM, AND THEY SHALL BE HIS PEOPLE,AND GOD HIMSELF SHALL BE WITH THEM, AND BE THEIR GOD. 

 And there came unto me one of the seven angels which had the seven vials full of the seven last plagues, and talked with me, saying, Come hither, I will shew the thee the bride, the Lamb’s wife.

And he carried me away in the spirit to a great and high mountain, and shewed me that great city, the holy Jerusalem, descending out of heaven from God. Having the glory of God, and her light was like unto a stone most precious, even like a jasper stone, clear as crystal.

And had a wall great and high, and has twelve gates, and at the gates were twelve angels, and names written thereon, which are the names of the twelve tribes of the children of Israel:

On the east three gates; on the north three gates; on the south three gates; and on the west three gates. And the wall of the city had twelve foundations, and in them the names of the twelve apostles of the Lamb.

And he that talked with me had a golden reed to measure the city, and the gates thereof, and the wall thereof. And the city lieth foursquare, and the length is as large as the breadth: and he measured the city with the reed, twelve thousand furlongs, the length and the breadth and the height of it are equal. And he measured the wall thereof, an hundred and forty and four cubits, according to the measure of a man, that is, of the angel.

And the building of the wall of it was as jasper; and the city was pure gold, like unto clear glass. And the foundations of the wall of the city were garnished with all manner of precious stones The first foundation was jasper, the second, sapphire, the third, a chalcedony; the fourth, an emerald; The fifth, sardonyx; the sixth, sardius; the seventh, chrysolyte; the eight, beryl; the ninth, a topaz; the tenth, a chrysoprasus; the eleventh, a jacinth; the twelfth, an amethyst.

And I saw no temple therein: for the Lord God Almighty and the Lamb are the temple of it. And the city had no need of the sun, neither of the moon, to shine in it: FOR THE GLORY OF GOD DID LIGHTEN IT, AND THE LAMB IS THE LIGHT THEREOF. AND THE NATIONS OF THEM WHICH ARE SAVED SHALL WALK IN THE LIGHT OF IT: and the kings of the earth do bring their glory and honour into it. And the gates of it shall not be shut at all by day: for there shall be no night there.

And they shall bring the glory and honour of the nations into it. And there shall in no wise enter into it any thing that defileth, neither whatsoever worketh abomination, or maketh a lie: but they which are written in the Lamb’s book of life.” 

Eagle is freedom, Eagle is truth and justice, and liberty and as those who truly seek these things must now “set their affections on things on high” and seek that heavenly country and remember the truth that is as old as time itself, we truly are strangers and pilgrims in this world and we are to leave the things of the world behind and be as eagles and soar above these troubles resting in the spirit of God and of the eternal hope that we are not quite home yet and as we strive to reach that heavenly shore, it is well on its way, New Jerusalem coming down to meet those who wait.

Φλογίζω Σαλπιζω NBJ 2016

 

EAGLE/ PART 2 SONG OF HOPE

Teasing someone about them tripping out and I might just be trapped in a Stephen King novel when they mentioned last week that they were waiting to read the second part to “Eagle”.
Kinda confused, I replied, “There is no second part”.
“There needs to be and it needs to be about hope” they replied.
I soon saw the sheer comedy in this situation and was reminded of the psycho character from the novel “Misery” (in the best possible way) as she demanded the lead character to re-write his novel because he had killed off  the heroine and she was not having it!
“Eagle died and I DID NOT KILL EAGLE! that flag killed EAGLE” I protested.
There is no way to write him back into existence.
I cried when all those words flooded my soul. I cried when the ending came to me.
I cried when his last song came into my spirit.
 And I cried when I had to sit and write it.
NO ONE wanted Eagle to live more than I did but I could only write what I was to write.
Eagle IS about hope! He did not die in vain, nor was his death the ending.
Eagle IS symbolic of what is good, what is strong, what is brave.
He IS symbolic of FREEDOM that can never, ever be taken because it is freedom that lives inside.
It IS freedom that not even death can take away.
His death IS symbolic of even while living in a dying culture and the spiritual death of a nation that the true life, the true hope, and the true beliefs that nation was founded upon will NEVER DIE.
The HOPE of the freedom that he carried upon his wings is eternal.
The campfire and the light that shines from it CAN NEVER be extinguished.
The glimmering hope of that light, even in this dark night will still burn as the fire in the hearts of those who still believe burns.
The song that rang out through the darkened night that had come over the great nation, being sung in unison by countless voices proclaiming that HIS TRUTH, THE TRUTH OF GOD, the truth that our nation had been founded on, WOULD FOREVER march on!
I challenge everyone that, just try a note, “Glory, Glory, Hallelujah,” and you will know, his truth does march on.
AND nothing, nothing will ever change that truth, not laws, not government, not agendas.
THAT IS OUR HOPE.
 Just as Israel of old had been scattered and peeled, still the remnant remained and prevailed.
We can not change what has been done BUT we can be the voice of hope and to share that hope during the time of darkness with others who feel that they are without hope.


“And I said, My strength and my hope is perished from the Lord:
Remembering mine affliction and my misery, the wormwood and the gall (bitterness)
My soul still has them in remembrance, and it is humbled (bowed down) in me.


THIS I recall to my mind, THEREFORE HAVE I HOPE,
IT IS OF THE LORD’S MERCIES THAT WE ARE NOT CONSUMED, because his compassion fail not (never fail).
They are new every morning; GREAT IS THY FAITHFULNESS.
The Lord IS my portion, saith my soul; therefore WILL I HAVE HOPE IN HIM.
The Lord IS good unto them that wait for him, to the soul that seeketh him.
It IS good that a man (human) should both HOPE and quietly wait ( patiently trust) FOR THE SALVATION OF THE LORD.”       Lamentations 3:18-26


THAT IS our hope and our faith and just as Abraham searched “for a city whose maker and builder is God” so do we.
In hopefulness we search out that which we do not see as faith leads us forward, marching on as that army.


ROMANS 8:24,25
“For we are saved by hope; but hope that is seen IS NOT hope: For what a man seeth , WHY DOES HE YET HOPE FOR IT?
But IF WE HOPE FOR THAT WHICH WE SEE NOT, THEN WE DO WITH PATIENCE WAIT FOR IT.”


As Eagle was that symbol and he embodied all the expectations, hopes, and dreams of those who chose him, we have also been chosen of God to carry on, even though his wings were broken in that terrible wind, tangled in that dreadful snare, we look with shock, horror, and discouragement at the condition of our world today but we are to realize that this is only the beginning as we are being taught to fly.
“Hast thou not known? hast thou not heard?
that the everlasting God, the Lord, the Creator of the ends of the earth, fainteth not, neither is weary?
 THERE IS NO SEARCHING HIS UNDERSTANDING.
He giveth power to the faint; and to them that have no might he increaseth strength.
Even the youths shall faint and be weary, and the young men shall utterly fall:
BUT they that WAIT upon the Lord SHALL RENEW their strength; they shall mount up WITH WINGS AS EAGLES; they SHALL run, and not be weary; they SHALL walk, and not faint.” ISAIAH 40:28-31
Φλογιζω/ N. BrownJohnson. Rights reserved


For the record, I don’t read horror novels, I had bought that as a gift for someone years ago and so I guess now, it’ll be okay to be stranded in a snowstorm! Thanks for the suggestion!









EAGLE

There once was a beautiful, beautiful eagle. He was a very, very old eagle and came from a long line that had watched the birth of a nation and the determination of people to break free from tyranny.

Eagle knew the story of how a people left homes, riches, and all they have ever known to take a journey completely by faith.

Faith that would lead them to a plentiful land free from the persecution they suffered and  for freedom, freedom to worship the one true, creator God .

Many died on this journey and many more after their arrival, but God had given them land that a plague had left empty. And as time went he blessed them in all they did and they kept his commandments and worshipped him openly. Over time the apron strings of the mother country would prove that a battle would indeed need fought before true, true freedom would be won.

Eagle watched our forefathers as they tried at first to keep peace with their overlords and he watched as one by one stood up and proclaimed this land would be for liberty and it should be for all.

His favorite of these men would be Patrick Henry, a voice among the great voices who shaped our land. He heard him say words such as  “Is life so dear or peace so sweet as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it Almighty God. I know not what course others may take but as for me give me liberty or give me death.”

He watched as tea poured into the harbor  and cries of  “The British are coming!” bellowed through the land. He watched as bloody soldiers fought to the death and gunpowder flooded the air and the sound of cannons echoed. And he watched as they pressed on, pressed on in their battle, because they would be free or they would die but they would never surrender.

He watched as this great battle came to a close and America proclaimed her freedom, freedom from her overlords and she would now shine as beacon to the whole world.

Eagle was honored as he was chosen to be her great symbol, brave, strong, powerful, and above all free.

He would be given olives branches, that he would always extend peace and he would reserve his great force as a last resort.

He would be given arrows, that he would use that force if necessary to defend his liberty and his people.

He would be given his shield to protect him and all he stood for and his main stand was “Death to tyranny”.

Eagle watched as the constitution was written and signed and he thought upon the words of his friend Patrick Henry, ” The constitution is not an instrument for the government to restrain the people, it is an instrument for the people to restrain the government lest it come to dominate our lives and interests.”

And Eagle soared, high in the sky, the sun warming him and flying higher and higher playfully trying to catch the ever elusive rainbow that the Creator had placed in the sky, a symbol of his glory and promise and Eagle knew that near the rainbow he would always be safe.

And he watched on, as struggles, trails, and heartaches came to the great land brought through evil men who had crept in there.

His feathers tattered a few times as freedom for those enslaved had to be won, pitting brother against brother and splitting the country in half.

He was ruffled as leader after leader rose and new troubles were unveiled, but storms would always pass and he would again gain his ground, liberty, bravery, and justice were on his wings.

Then suddenly it started growing dark, darker and darker as the new generations forgot their heritage and lost the wisdom held by the fathers, Eagle was reminded again of these words, “It is when a people forget God that tyrants forge their chains” that were long ago spoken by Patrick Henry.

He listened as laws were changed, comprises made, and the peace that had been so hard-fought for was pandered away by making truces with those who hate us.

He listened as prayer to the creator was taken away, he heard as they mocked and profaned the Son of God’s holy name.

He looked on with horror as the holy laws, the ten commandments of God were ridiculed and taken away.

He looked on as a people who once had been free now were told what they may and may not do.

He looked down and saw streets lined with half naked  people, and parades, and mocking’s of the crucifixion of Jesus, the Son of God, reminding him again the warning of his friend, “It cannot be emphasized too strongly or too often that this great nation was founded, not by religionists, but by Christians not on religions, but on the Gospel of Jesus Christ! For this very reason people of other faiths have been offered asylum, prosperity, and freedom of worship here.”

Horror for his people took hold as the sky darkened and grew black and a strong wind violently blew and whipped around him, in the darkness his path was unclear and the battering winds against his wings knocked him off-balance, as he tried to regain flight something caught his eye, it was a rainbow!

 If he could just get to the protection of the rainbow he would be safe and regain his strength. 

But as he flew closer to hide under the protection of safety of the Creator, he realized this was  not the real rainbow, but a piece of fabric blowing in the great wind, and as it caught him, he became tangled, his olive branches and shield crashed to the ground, his arrows broke in the struggle to regain flight and Eagle fought with all he had but to no avail, He crashed helplessly to the ground.

As his heart beat faded, and drawing his last breath, as his eyes grew dim, he caught sight of shimmering in the field, it was the soft, amber glow of a fire burning and as Eagle’s life continued to slowly fade, he felt comfort, because he was sure that in that fire, he heard in the distance, that old funeral song, that old faithful hymn, that he remembered from the battlefields and the old camp meetings……. 

” Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord, 

  He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored,

  He hath loosed the lightning of his terrible swift sword,

  His truth is marching on… 

  Glory, Glory, Hallelujah,

  Glory, Glory, Hallelujah,  

  Glory, Glory, Hallelujah,

  His truth is marching on………..”

N. BrownJohnson 2015/ All rights reserved.

Original post date: July 4, 2015 Revisited July 3, 2019